Master of Two: Nascent Love by Derek, Verity Ant Read Free Book Online Page A

turning
to her own fingers and a secret vibrator to meet her needs.
    * * *
    She confessed to Renee that it was the
vibrator that caused the irreconcilable rift between her and Marc.
He had forbidden vibrators, claiming that they would be too intense
on her tender flesh and would ruin her for the more subtle
sensations of fingers and tongue. But, stubbornly, Amiko kept her
vibrator for lonely nights.
    * * *
    One night, however, he came home earlier
than expected. Ami didn’t know why the evening was shortened, but
it didn’t matter in the end. As he quietly entered the bedroom,
careful not to wake Amiko, he must have heard the buzzing of the
forbidden contraption coming from Amiko’s padded pallet on the
floor.
    “Amiko!”
    Immediately, she turned it off. The silence
was thick. “Marc?”
    The light flicked on and he stood in the
bedroom doorway, thunder on his bearded face. “What do you think
you’re doing?”
    “I missed you,” she tried, sheepishly.
    “Bull shit. I ought to make you eat that
thing,” he raged. “If I didn’t think you’d enjoy it, I’d shove it
up your ass and make you sit on it overnight!”
    “I’m sorry.”
    He stormed into the room and went right to
the closet where he rummaged around for a few minutes, finally
emerging with a large canvas bag. “Get your sorry ass over here,
girl.”
    Crawling, Amiko contritely came to him,
kissing the toes of his shoes submissively and keeping her head
down on the floor after the obeisance.
    “Stay there.” It took him a few minutes, but
soon he’d removed his clothing and lay prone on his big bed. “You
will give me head. You will do it the way I taught you, and you
will not be allowed to come at the end as you usually do. You will
remain silent. Not one sound. I plan to pretend you’re someone else
and I don’t want to hear Amiko noises. Do you understand?”
    His rejection of her as a person stung
deeply, but she replied, “Yes, sir,” from her position on the
floor.
    “Now!”
    * * *
    He watched her approach on her knees,
admiring the curve of her hip and the gentle sway of her small
breasts as they hung from her chest. Her long, black hair draped
around her like an ebony scarf, glinting blue-black in the light of
the bedroom lamps. Marc was furious with her, but also resigned. It
was time to move on. They’d come as far as they could go. She was
too young to solidify the relationship into something more
traditional, and he was certain that none of the
traditionally-minded women he’d choose as a wife would want the
young beauty around to create competition for his affections. The
idea of two women squabbling over his time and attention didn’t
appeal either. He wanted children and the comfort of a softly
padded wife around.
    Amiko climbed on the bed and raised her head
to look up at him, seeking permission to touch him. He nodded.
    Immediately, she began to kiss his thighs,
running her hands over his belly and legs, feather-light, stirring
the hairs on his middle ever-so-slightly. Her mouth drew nearer to
his growing cock. By the time her pink tongue touched the place
where his balls began, he was fully erect and losing his anger.
Relentlessly, she stroked him with tongue and fingers, reserving
her tongue for his cock alone. One of her hands caressed and
kneaded his balls as her tongue made its way up along his phallus
to the dark pink head. She held him steady as she laved the head
carefully, paying careful attention to the critical place where she
knew he was most sensitive. The scent of her was floral soap mixed
with excited woman. He made a small sound, barely a vocalized
exhalation of air, at once both interested and stern-sounding. Marc
wanted her to know that she was to continue to please him in the
way she’d been taught, as well as that he had not forgotten her
misbehavior.
    She gently passed her teeth over the bulbous
head and he reached out to run his fingers through her hair,
finally wrapping a handful around his