Master M by Natalie Dae Read Free Book Online

it sparked a shot of craving right up my cunt. I keened, staring down at him, bunching my hands into fists, the manacles digging into my raw skin. I waited the second’s pause with him before he lunged forward and buried his face in my cunt. My breath was snatched out of me by some unseen, grasping hand that pulled and pulled until I bowed my back in my attempt to drag in more air to replace what had been stolen. I jerked, panicking a bit while my lungs refused to work yet again. Then they gave up the battle, letting me suck blissful air into them.
    Pinpricks of sensation in my clit from Felix sucking it ravaged my nerve endings. Raw and heightened pleasure shunted out and spread to my lower body. I was weak, succumbing to the bliss he was creating. He let my clit go, flattened his tongue against it, then licked up and down. He teased my swollen bud then dipped into my cunt, over and over until I teetered on the edge of freefall. I stretched my toes, unclenched my fists to relieve my arms of painful tension, and canted my hips to mash my pussy closer to his mouth.
    He drew away, an inch or so between his lips and my aching, soaking folds, and said, “Come.”
    I let go, allowing pleasure to swamp me, carry me away to wherever it had in mind. My body turned into a bucking, writhing mass of sizzling nerve endings, throbbing muscles and heat-tingled skin. He licked on, reaching up to take my tits in hand and caress them, his softness there surprising and nothing like his usual treatment. A slight nip to my clit in between licks and I cried out, panting, groaning, each sound as alien to me as never fucking would be.
    And, God, I could never not fuck.
    The intensity dispersed, setting me adrift on a calm and airy plane. I took the time to steady my breathing, to swallow my moans, to resist asking him to unlock my wrists. I wanted to touch his hair, bury my fingers in it and draw his cheek to my lower belly. To have him calm down, erasing those thoughts he’d be having of piercing my vein with his teeth and drinking me dry.
    He must have read my mind. He lowered his hands from my breasts to cup my arse with one hand, switch the vibrator off with the other, then rested his cheek to my sodden pubic hair. The manacles sprang apart—one of his mind tricks that failed to surprise me these days—and I winced while drawing my arms down.
    I touched his head, just fingertips at first, and when the feeling came back into my hands, I scrunched his hair inside them.
    This, this was what I wanted, the pair of us like this, the cruelties of the world shut out. We were safe. Felix was safe.
    “I won’t let anyone take me from you,” he said. “Don’t worry about that.”
    I nodded, hoping he sensed the movement, but decided not to say anything. Something inside told me he’d taken a risk bringing me here to his home for a fuck, a cellar where the mullioned windows high above us could be peered through by people walking past.
    “There is no risk, so long as you’re with me, Esther.”
    I accepted that, but a voice whispered that when I wasn’t with him I needed to be careful. I didn’t understand it, but the idea of hidden dangers wouldn’t go away. I shivered, and Felix stood, whipping me over to a makeshift bed on the floor and covering me with a feather-filled quilt.
    “Sleep,” he said. “Then I’ll take you home just before dawn.”
    I closed my eyes, knowing I might not be lucid enough on the journey. He usually swept me home so fast it could have been the time it took for a human to blink.
    As sleep approached, he massaged my wrists, the scent of his salve as familiar as his cologne. He slid the vibrator out of me, kissed my mouth with featherlight pecks then whispered, “The next time you see me will be tomorrow night in Paradise. Sleep, darling Esther. Sleep.”
     
     
     
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