and flicked his tongue over the hard peak.
Ana moaned, bowing into him. He tipped her back onto the carpet and settled between her parted thighs, easing his body upward until his cock nestled against her cunt. God, she felt good. She smelled good. This was just…good. Balancing his weight on his arms, he leaned down and brushed his lips over hers.
She squirmed against him, rubbing her groin against his. He’d come in his damn pants and lose his hard-won control if she continued. He’d not been a Dom all these years to lose himself at the first heated frenzy of his sub—even if she was the sub he desired to take permanently.
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Brynn Paulin
“Stay still,” he commanded, working hard to keep the signs of his arousal from his hard tone. She needed to know he meant business. These first encounters were paramount for setting the tone of their relationship. He would not let her try to dominate him from the bottom.
“I can’t,” she replied.
“You can. Stay still or I stop.” He trailed his lips over her collarbone and dipped his tongue into the indentation. She shuddered and he suppressed a smile. Lazily, nipping and licking, he worked his way up her neck until he reached her ear. “You were very naughty last night and you must be punished.”
“I didn’t come,” she protested.
“Was there pleasure?”
He pulled back to look into her revealing gaze. She couldn’t lie to him. She bit her lush lower lip and he was tempted to pull it free with his own teeth. Slowly she nodded.
“Then you disobeyed.”
She closed her eyes as she nodded yet not before he saw a glimpse of fear in them.
He didn’t want her fear. There would be punishments between them from time to time, perhaps spanking, perhaps flogging, perhaps something else, but still, she should never have cause to fear him. Obviously she didn’t trust him nearly as much as he’d believed she did.
“Yes, Master,” she sighed.
“In light of circumstances…traditional corporal punishment seems a poor choice. So instead you will endure.”
Her eyes went wide in surprise. “Endure?”
“Whatever I give you. Still and silent.”
“Whatever you wish,” she replied.
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Master Me
“I wish to taste your mouth. Open for me,” he murmured before covering her lips with his and consuming her. He stabbed his tongue inside, tasting her until she moaned and tilted her head to receive his kiss more fully. Methodically, he set about exploring, glorying in each suppressed sigh. Good lord, he wanted to feel the damp warmth of her soft mouth enveloping his cock as he worked in and out of her lips. To feel her sweet sounds vibrating down his length. His cock jerked in agreement.
He palmed her breasts while he kissed her, pulling at the hard tips and envisioning them clasped in the jeweled nipple clamps in his dungeon. Tonight he’d introduce her to that special space, the only part of his house she’d never seen.
She took shallow breaths the sounds turning to whimpers as he pinched and rolled her nipples. She was trying to comply…and failing. Miserably. He pulled back just enough to speak.
“Silence,” he reminded.
“Max,” she mouthed, then released a soundless sigh. Her breath feathered along his skin.
He had to move. At this rate he’d be reaching for his fly and plowing into her, control be damned. Shifting his hips away from the burning heat at her center, he slid down her body. His cock protested being pressed to the industrial carpet but that damn dick was getting him into trouble. A little discomfort wouldn’t hurt his situation.
Ana jerked as he laved his tongue over her pearled nipple, her fingers clawing the floor beside them. Damn, he loved that she had such a reaction to him. A knot formed low in his groin and pleasure radiated through him. She reacted as if she were the other half of him—
He shoved the thought away. Ana thought he would train her for submission. He might as well proceed on that path. If he failed to win