One Night With My Billionaire Master by Cynthia Sax Read Free Book Online Page A

me with the apology.
    “I shouldn’t have reacted that way, sir.” My feet touch the wet tiled floor.
    He squirts bodywash onto a cloth. “I’m glad you did.” He rubs sensuous circles into my form, massaging my tight muscles. “By reacting naturally, you show me what you like and don’t like.”
    “You take my preferences into account, sir?” I voice a concern I didn’t realize I had.
    “You drive our scenes.” Logan swirls the cloth over my breasts, round and round, following my curves, escalating the need inside me. “A submissive has as much power as her Dom, perhaps more.” He pinches my taut nipples. My back arches, the pain sublime, and his lips curl into a smug smile. “My happiness is tied to yours.”
    “That means a lot to me, sir.” I pant, savoring his words and his caring, wanting this feeling to last, to be part of my life permanently. The thought of being alone, walking away from him, is unbearable.
    He snaps the cloth. The corner catches my upper thigh, and I yelp, pain radiating from the contact point. “You’re not focused, pet.” Disapproval darkens his voice.
    “I’m sorry, sir.” I only wish to please him.
    “Spread your legs.” He rinses the cloth thoroughly.
    Oh God. He’ll wash my pussy now. I widen my stance.
    He swipes the soft fabric over my pink folds, and I tremble, wanting, needing him. “Are you on birth control, pet?”
    “I am, sir.” The first time the slut rumor surfaced, my father insisted on this precaution, and I was too mortified to protest.
    “I wouldn’t touch you if I wasn’t one hundred percent healthy.” Logan slides one of his thick fingers into my pussy.
    I clench him, craving more. “I know you wouldn’t, sir.”
    He wouldn’t ever put me at risk. My billionaire strokes me, in, out, in, out, and I rock against him, my desire building.
    “The next time we fuck, I’ll fill this pussy with my hot cum,” he promises.
    Please let that next time be soon. I close my eyes, my world narrowing to his finger. He pumps me once, twice. I need one more.
    He pulls his hand away. Mother of God. I bite back my curse, opening my eyes. The man knows how to drive me insane.
    “Turn around, pet.”
    I grit my teeth and obey him, turning to face the shower wall. Water flows over my skin. His hard cock brushes against my leg. I tilt my hips, opening to him, exposing both my pussy and my ass, wanting him to end my torment.
    Logan ignores my offer. He brushes my hair forward, rubs the cloth over my shoulders, down my spine, between my ass cheeks. I inhale sharply. He wouldn’t, would he?
    He would. I squirm with embarrassment as he circles my puckered hole.
    “Stay still.” He smacks my right leg.
    “Sorry, sir.” I freeze in place, my chest tightening.
    “Your ass belongs to me.” He pushes against this untried entrance with his thumb. “If I want to fuck this hole today, I will.” He forces me open, the tautness spiraling my desires upward. “And you’d let me, wouldn’t you, pet? Even knowing it would hurt.” His lips hum against my earlobe. “That’s how much you trust me.”
    “Yes, sir.” My body is his. Logan’s chest presses against my back, his hand is wedged between my clenched ass cheeks, his thumb inside me.
    “I’d never betray that trust.” He removes his thumb and kisses this tested hole. “We’ll progress slowly over weeks of nightly encounters, perhaps months, training your ass to take my cock, using increasingly large butt plugs.”
    He wants months of nightly encounters. My stomach flutters. Is that possible? “No one must know, sir.”
    Logan wets a fresh cloth. “Don’t doubt your master, pet.” He scrubs my legs, warming my skin. “Hold onto the tile.”
    I splay my fingers over the shower stall wall and he lifts my right foot, cleaning between each toe.
    “I’m aware of your needs, all of your needs.” He pinches my insole and I dance in place, craving release. “No one will know until we want them to know.”