Masters 02 Master of the Abyss by Cherise Sinclair Read Free Book Online

front of her. With firm hands, he set the squishy-soft butterfly part directly over her clit.
    A sex toy. He was putting a sex toy on her. In public. Her face scorched from embarrassment, and so did her whole body. As he secured the straps around her thighs and hips, her clit was so sensitive that each heartbeat made it pulse against the light pressure. I want sex now.
    “Patience, pet,” he murmured, obviously catching her thought. He taped a small controller to her outer thigh. Hellfire, this was as bad as what Logan and Simon had been doing. She wanted Jake, not weird games. If he tried to tie her to a wall, she’d belt him…only her wrists were still cuffed behind her.
    And then he flicked the switch. The thing started vibrating, right over her clit. She froze as she was swamped by the surging need, the contracting of her muscles, the—
    Jake gave a low laugh, and the vibrations stopped. “Well, I can see the challenge won’t be in getting you off, but in keeping you from it.” He still knelt, and his breath brushed her thigh. So very close to her sex. Oh, God. More . But all she could do was stand and wait. Let him play with her. Touch her when and how he wanted. She closed her eyes at the erotic thought—he could do anything to her that he chose.
    “Spread your legs,” he murmured, and she did. He touched her then—oh, finally—stroking her calves. She jumped and tried to move closer, but a stern “Be still” stopped her. When his calloused hands skated across the soft inner flesh of her thighs, her toes curled. Higher, touch me higher.
    She bit back a whimper. If he didn’t do something, she’d end up begging just like Rebecca had. No, I won’t. Absolutely not . But her pussy felt swollen, and her clit throbbed painfully. Everything she’d seen tonight, every time Jake had touched her, had increased her need. And then he’d teased her with that too-short vibration.
    “Poor sprite,” he murmured. He slid his hands up farther and traced the crease between her hip and pussy. She stilled, barely breathing, legs apart, her pussy open in front of him. His finger glided around the edges of the little butterfly, over her mound, and down to stroke through her swollen folds. She was very wet, and she wanted more so badly that she shook. And that stupid thing covering her clit blocked him from touching her there.
    When she opened her eyes, she realized he was watching her, his blue gaze intent. Suddenly he pushed a finger up into her, a thick, shocking intrusion.
    “Ah!” She shuddered as the pleasure ballooned so hard and fast that her knees wobbled. Biting her lip, she steadied her legs. Movement caught her gaze and she realized Logan and Simon were watching. Hell. She was naked, her legs spread, a man’s finger up inside her. Heat rushed into her face. Oh, no, she really couldn’t do this. “Jake, I don’t—”
    The butterfly thing turned on, vibrating right against her swollen clit, and everything inside her clamped down. Pressure built within her, coiling tighter with every second that passed. She panted, needing…needing…
    When the vibrator stopped, she stood, paralyzed for a moment, totally unable to breathe. He slid his finger out and closed his hands on her hips, holding her as her legs buckled. His chuckle seemed to shake her bones.
    As her heart raced, everything down there hurt, burned, throbbed with need. She barely kept from yelling at him, managed to hiss only a simple: “You bastard!”—and even then her words came out too loud, too angry.
    His laugh was deep. Strong. Melting her bones like chocolate in the sun. “Such language. Now you’ve earned that spanking I’ve been wanting to give you.” He rose to his feet, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “Of course, if you hadn’t earned one, I’ve have given you one anyway. Just because I feel like it.”
    Her mouth opened.
    “Yes, and you would have taken it.” He gripped her arm as she tried to catch her breath. A