On Your Knees by Brynn Paulin Read Free Book Online

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    He drew his finger over the crease of Jessica’s ass. She trembled with instant reaction. She was deeply aroused. This wasn’t the calculated arousal of the women before her. She’d been born to be his. Now that they were together, they’d become a mutually beneficial alliance. She was the other half of his coin. The s to his D. They were made to coexist and were incomplete without the other.
    She’d soon realize that as he introduced her to her new world.
    With practiced speed he fastened the cuffs around her wrists and stepped back to survey his work. The other items remained where he’d left them. His body instantly tightened and his throat grew dry. Jessica stretched over the bench, completely open to him. Even in the dim light, her cream gleamed on her bare folds. Long stretches of soft, pale skin begged for his mouth, his hands and his flog. If he knelt behind her and lifted her slightly, he could drive his cock straight to her core.
    He shifted his stance, trying to adjust the pressure behind his fly.
    “How do you feel right now?” he rasped. Did her position make her as hot as seeing her this way made him?
    “Sweet heavens, don’t make me talk,” she begged, her voice muffled against the seat.
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    He knelt and leaned over her. His lips grazed her ear.
    “How do you feel, Jessica?” he repeated. His hands slipped beneath her to cup her breasts. They’d still ache from the gel Bobby had put on them since he hadn’t wiped the emollient off. She gasped as he pinched her nipples, tugging, rolling, then pinching harder. Later in bed, he’d lick those delicious points until she begged for release and then he’d lick some more. He’d be willing to bet he could make her come just by tormenting her breasts.
    “How do you feel?” He needed her talking so she didn’t drift off into sub-space.
    While they played this game there was always the chance she, like other subs, would move into an alternate state of mind called subspace because of her intense reactions.
    He needed her here, fully part of everything they did.
    “Helpless,” she admitted.
    “Do you?” he asked. “Why?”
    “Cuffed, kneeling and pressed between a bench and a wicked man?” A tremor rocked through her, rippling against his chest as he leaned to her. She shifted beneath him, her ass brushing his tormented cock.
    He promised himself that soon he’d be inside her. As soon as she was ready. That was a rule he’d grown up with. The Cress family shunned the use of a safe word. A good Dom was always in charge—of himself and his slave—and a good Dom recognized his sub’s state of mind, identifying acceptance or stress.
    Right now Jessica was in a mild state of acceptance. She needed to be further along before he took her. He took a deep breath. Damn, how her scent and that dripping cleft beckoned to him to sink to the balls in her sheath.
    “I think you’re still fighting to be in control.” Removing a hand from beneath her, he trailed a fingertip down her back. She arched into it. Good. She’d surrendered to her hedonistic side. Where the body went, the mind would follow.
    “No,” she denied. “You’re in control.”
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    “Glad to know it.” He turned his wicked hand and slid it inside the crease of her ass. The cheeks squeezed together as he teased at the tight flesh. “Have you ever been taken here?”
    “No.”
    “Mmmm. It will be my complete pleasure then. How do you think it will feel to have my cock inside you here?” His fingertip worked inside her to the first knuckle. The snug passage was still well-lubed from the early ministrations.
    Her body clenched around his finger as she reacted to the thought. “You’re too big,” she argued.
    “You think? We’ll see.”
    “No.”
    Possibly she well-remembered the replica of his cock and how it had stretched her pussy. Forceful tremors shook her while his finger screwed in and out of her ass. As she relaxed, he added