The Master by Tara Sue Me Read Free Book Online Page A

thing: Sasha isn’t
fragile. S
he’s stronger than both of us put together.”
    William was silent for a long moment before clearing his throat. “If you would allow me, I would like to offer her my apologies at the next meeting on behalf of Peter.”
    “I’ll think about it and let you know.”
    “Fair enough.”
    Once he hung up, Cole put the phone on the table beside his chair and looked at the pile of papers he’d printed out to read in preparation for his next article. Somehow he couldn’t bringhimself to be interested in the Indian caste system at the moment.
    He felt listless, the dull ache of nothing looming before him. If he were still in India, he would have found a willing submissive to pass the time with. While he was there for his last assignment, he had never been without female companionship if he didn’t want to be.
    And before India, there had been Kate. Her absence was probably the cause of his current melancholy, especially since it was a Sunday night. When they’d been together, they had a Sunday night routine. They would sit together in their sunroom and go over schedules for the coming week. If he thought there was something she needed to work on, he’d give her an assignment. It was also a time for her to voice any concerns she had, though she was at liberty to do so during the week as well.
    Once they had talked, the evening could proceed in a few different ways. Sometimes they’d go to his playroom, sometimes he’d take her over his knee in the sunroom. Other times, he’d just take her. But she had left, and with her went more of himself than he’d realized the day she walked out the door. What nagged him, though, was he wasn’t certain if he missed her or what she symbolized.
    He sighed and looked down to the floor, where hours before Sasha knelt.
    Sasha.
    He closed his eyes and allowed his mind to replace the image of Kate kneeling before him with Sasha at his feet. He imagined calling her name and how she’d look at him with those expressive green eyes.
    “What do you want, little one?” he asked, running his fingers through her short dark hair.
    “I want to serve you, Sir. However you wish.”
    “And if I wish for you to sit in the next room and spend the evening by yourself?”
    Her expression revealed nothing. “Then I will sit in the next room and spend the evening alone. But you will keep me company in my thoughts.”
    “Unzip my trousers and take them off.”
    She quickly had him naked from the waist down. He took his erection in his hand. “And if I tell you to stay on your knees and watch whilst I get myself off?”
    “Then I will enjoy the sight of you giving yourself pleasure.”
    “And if I tell you I want to thrust my cock into your mouth and drive it down your throat?”
    “Then I will happily show you how my deep-throating skills have improved.”
    He grabbed her hair and pushed her head toward his groin. “Suck me down as deep as possible and hold still while I fill that throat first with my cock and then with my come. If I decide you have done a good job, I’ll reward you. If you can’t take me or if you spill anything, I’ll strap your ass.”
    “With pleasure, Sir,” she said and parted her lips to take him inside.
    Cole worked his hand up and down his cock, lifting his hips as he imagined using Sasha’s mouth. Her fingers would be digging into his skin, holding him as tightly against her as possible. He’d stroke deep, deeper, and she’d take him. He’d press as hard and as far as possible when he felt his release cresting.
    With a grunt he spilled into his hand right as his phone rang.
    “Fuck,” he panted, looking for something to clean his hand with. When was the last time he’d jerked off like a teenaged boy?
    The ringer on his phone seemed to grow louder.
    “Fucking hell.” He hit the speaker button with a finger on his clean hand without checking the caller ID. “Damn it, what?”
    “Cole?” a familiar voice asked, all breathy and