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

pushed up with her arms, trying to raise her butt, and received a stronger slap, a bite of pain. “Be still or I’ll tie your hands too, Kallie.”
    She stopped, afraid to move. His finger thrust in, out, never stopping. Her breathing turned to shallow panting. And then the butterfly thing turned on.
    “Aaah!” She quivered as it drove her higher, until all she could feel were the vibrations.
    His hand came down on her bottom, hard this time, the stinging overwhelming the sensations on her clit. Amplifying them. He pushed another finger inside her, stretching her, pumping in and out. And then the vibrations increased.
    Her back tried to arch; her hands closed into fists. She was going to come, needed to come, just a little more…
    He spanked her harder, and each blow alternated with the forceful thrusts of his fingers. Burning pain on her skin, followed each time by sizzling pleasure from inside. The vibrations seemed to grip her clit, and she tightened around his fingers, the pressure inside her growing to an explosive point, waiting for one little…
    He stopped the spanking and slowed the vibrations— damn him . The sensation of his fingers inside her became everything, and each slow slide flooded her senses with exquisite, overwhelming pleasure, keeping her right on the precipice. Her legs strained against the cuffs as every muscle in her body grew taut with the wait.
    Slap . Her bottom burned from the severe blow, and even as the harsh bite of pain ripped into her and tears filled her eyes, his fingers plunged deeper and she plummeted off the precipice as sheer pleasure blew outward—fierce, bright waves of sensation exploding through her until the world itself seemed to move. And move. And move.
    Eventually, her brain turned back on, although her heart still tried to pound out of her chest.
    The vibrations had stopped.
    He stood between her gaping legs and massaged her burning bottom until her pain tangled itself with pleasure. She heard herself moan and choked at the powerless sound. This is not me . The spasms still reverberated far inside her. I don’t want this to be me.
    “Let me go,” she demanded. Her attempt to make her voice strong failed utterly.
    “Oh, I don’t think so, pet,” he said, and she heard something. A zip . A crinkling of a wrapper.
    “Jake?” Her pulse that had finally slowed picked up the pace, and her muscles tensed.
    He gripped her hip with his hard hand, and then she felt him, huge, pressing into her at a snail’s pace, stretching her painfully despite how wet she was. He eased deeply into her. Her breathing had barely slowed, and now she gasped for air. She felt overfilled.
    She squirmed against the sensation, and his strong hands flexed on her hips, keeping her immobile. “Hold up, sprite.”
    As the feeling of being overpowered swept through her like an avalanche, she tensed, then relaxed. He was in charge. She wanted him in charge.
    “That’s right, sweetheart.” His low, rumbling voice stroked her like a warm, comforting hand. “That’s a good girl.”
    Her insides throbbed, and then, as if a switch had been flipped, he felt shockingly good, as if every nerve inside her blazed awake—even before he started to move. Oh dear God.
    Slow. Faster. Each slide of his cock was thrilling; each new thrust stretched her again, and spasms of pleasure rocked her. As her need built higher and higher, the sensations began to overwhelm her. She clutched the edge of the couch cushion, the only thing she could control in this universe. The restraints kept her open for him, with her bottom placed just right for his penetration, and his powerful grip immobilized her. The feeling of helplessness rocked her, returning like the tide with even more arousal.
    Each thrust shoved her mound against the soft little butterfly. And suddenly it came to life, vibrating against her still-engorged clit.
    “Oh, fuck…”
     
    Jake grinned when the little sub muttered the curse, and her hips started