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

fingers to tug, reminding her
exactly who was mastering whom. Amiko was quiet, only the sound of
Marc’s roughening breathing stirring the stillness of the room. Her
tongue snuck around and around, up then down until she paused,
licking a drop of pre-cum off with greedy quickness, as though Marc
was going to withhold it from her out of pique.
    He wanted to fantasize that she was someone
else, as he warned her, but, in fact, there was no one else to be
his fantasy girl. Amiko was his lacy, sexy pleasure-tool, and at
twenty-one she was becoming someone both adept and potent. When she
popped his cock in her mouth and began to take him deep, he
wondered if he could do it, actually give her away and see her
enmeshed in someone else’s sensual web.
    The sensation of the back of her throat on
his stiff flesh drew his attention back to the girl and only the
girl. She sucked and slid him out of her mouth and back in again,
finding a rhythm that would inexorably bring him to climax. He
pulled at her hair, applying steady pressure so that she would
remember her place. In a small way—perhaps a cruel way—he hoped
she’d make a sound, any sound, so that he could punish her more
rudely than he planned. He resented her hold over him. However, he
was in charge of both her and himself, even as she was performing
so eagerly on his cock.
    She increased the rhythm, and he once again
lost track of anything but each passing moment and the building
heat in his balls. Soon…it would come soon.
    His hand left her hair and slid over her arm
and under to cup her breast. The small mound was familiar, welcome
in his large hand. He found a tender nipple and gave it a pull,
enjoying her small shudder and the closing of her eyes as the pain
crept over her. He rolled the nipple in his fingers, squeezing it
hard and releasing it with a twist. Her breath was fast now, her
scent growing stronger and a flush stole over her face. In the
past, he had allowed her to orgasm in response to these trifling
excitements, but not tonight.
    Marc explored the skin of her side, her flat
belly, and her hip. She was perfectly formed, her curves a sensual
pleasure, a visceral enticement. His orgasm neared; it was so
close, so very close. Once again his hand stole under her body and
he grasped her breast, squeezing the firm flesh until he felt her
silent gasp as a cool zephyr along his wet cock. He raised his hips
and found her head with his big hand, guiding her faster against
him, pounding her throat with his hardness, stealing her breath
away until all she could do was gasp when he allowed her to
breathe.
    Although anticipated, the moment of his
release was almost a surprise, as it always was. One moment he was
a randy animal, and the next he was seeing stars and galaxies,
holding his breath and then releasing it with a grunt of pure
pleasure. He held her head steady, his semen shooting into her hot
throat until it finally abated. Finally, he let go of her. She
raised her head, gasping for air, eyes closed and lashes spiky with
unshed tears.
    Marc let her recover as he was recovering,
too. Although his blood pressure had dropped with his ejaculation,
he refused to fall into sleep; there was still one more chore to
perform. He rested, fighting Morpheus. His voice was gravelly but
firm when he said, “Get up, Amiko. Move back down to the floor and
wait.”
    She nodded, heeding his order to be quiet,
and crawled off the bed to kneel up nearby, her head bowed, her
lips red from recent use.
    Marc swung himself off the bed, and coolly
reached for his canvas bag. A little rummaging and he found what he
wanted: a leather paddle. It was perhaps seven inches long, a
rectangle with a narrower handle. It was made of doubled, firm but
supple leather and snapped smartly when he tested it against his
palm. Ami jumped at the sound, and though she never turned her gaze
up, her bottom lip trembled.
    “You may speak.” Her head rose and she cast
her dark eyes on him. “Are you afraid,