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

He releases my right foot and picks up my left, thoroughly washing me.
    Could we have a secret relationship, meeting daily without anyone knowing? My half-siblings, my father, others, would suspect, but they already do that. They’ve gossiped about us for months. We—
    A big hand lands on my ass and I squeak, my pussy clenching, the pain returning my focus to the man behind me, to my building desire. “I’m sorry, sir.”
    “I know when you’re worrying about other things, pet.” Logan drops the cloth, pours shampoo into his palm. “When you’re ignoring your master.” He lathers my hair, the coconut scent tickling my nostrils, bubbles floating around us.
    I lean my head back, allowing him to care for me. My billionaire master massages my scalp, willingly serving his submissive.
    “Do all Doms wash their pets’ hair, sir?”
    “I’m not all Doms.” He positions me under the showerhead and threads his fingers through my hair, rinsing the shampoo. “And you’re not all pets. I like to wash your hair. You like having your hair washed. This works for us.”
    “It does, sir.” It works too well, tempting me to risk everything.
    Logan turns me until I face him. “It does.” He brushes a trickle of water from my forehead, his eyes soft. We gaze at each other for several moments, our naked bodies pressed together, his cock hard against my stomach.
    The air around us changes. Logan’s jaw juts, his shoulders straightening, his expression hardening. I drop my gaze, his demeanor demanding my subservience. “Sir?”
    “On your knees, pet. Hands behind your back.”
    I obey, the wet floor as unrelenting as he is, and I look up at him, waiting for his next set of instructions. He braces his feet apart, looming over me, his wide shoulders sheltering me from the shower spray. His erection juts proudly from a base of black private curls, a bead of pre-cum glistening on his tip.
    What would he taste like? I lick my lips.
    “I want that pretty pink tongue on my cock, pet.”
    I’ve finally earned this treat, been deemed worthy to touch him. Glowing with happiness, I lean forward, extend my tongue and tentatively swipe it over his shaft. He bobs.
    This reaction makes me more brazen. I lave him from base to cock head, savoring his unique taste and scent. His musk is stronger here, more male, more primal. I trace his rim. His fingers curl into tight fists.
    I flick my tongue over his slit. Oh, God. I moan. He’s delicious. I delve into his opening, seeking more of his flavor.
    “My eager pet,” he murmurs, sinking his fingers into my hair. “Suck me. Take me into your hot mouth.”
    I push my lips over his tip and he groans. “That’s it.” He moves forward, holding my head, forcing me to accommodate him. “Service your master.” He slides deeper and deeper. I gaze up at him, wishing to please him.
    His cock head taps the back of my throat before my lips touch his base. I whimper with disappointment. He’s too big.
    “You can do this, pet.” Logan tugs on my hair, tilting my head back. He nudges forward. I try not to gag, my throat convulsing around him. My chin presses against his balls.
    “You took all of me.” Admiration warms his voice. “You’re so damn perfect.”
    I smile around his cock, my cheeks aching, my eyes watering.
    He pulls back, allowing me to breathe, to think. “I’m going to fuck your sweet mouth now.” His eyes glitter. “While you finger yourself.”
    Oh, God. I quiver.
    He grips my hair tighter, sending prickles of pain across my scalp. “You’re not to come until I give you permission.”
    This rule remains constant. He controls my satisfaction and I love this, crave this. I nod, his cock preventing my reply.
    Logan smiles. “Good girl.” He withdraws to his tip. I maintain a steady suction, not allowing him to slip from my lips.
    Our gazes meet. He thrusts deep enough to tap the back of my throat. Fuck. His restraint is magnificent. I look up at my billionaire master with