The One Worth Finding by Teresa Silberstern Read Free Book Online

had hinted at the fact that she didn’t get what she
wanted through cruelty and punishment.
    He battled the urge to look at
her sweet
ass, swaying enticingly in front of him. She wore a male Dom’s
outfit: tight black leathers that rode low on her perfect hips and
a black leather vest that left a generous strip of her stomach and
back uncovered and closed tightly over her breasts. And wow - what
breasts they were. They were generously sized for a body that
small, but somehow he didn’t think they had ever met a surgeon. He
hoped she would press his face into them soon, which was one of his
favorite ministrations; while many Doms were ass-men, as a sub he
liked the only butt played with to be his own. Aaron Harte was a
breast-man, and Mistress Tara had exactly the equipment he
preferred.

    She felt his presence at her back and
enjoyed the pang of anticipation deep in her guts. How long had it
been since she had actually been looking forward to playing with a
sub?
    He’d gotten naked without questioning her.
He trusted her even now, hardly knowing her. Yes, it was his
pleasure that would please her, his obedience, his open-eyed
trust.
    She led him into her personal
room that had been prepared for today. She inspected the equipment quietly,
touching it softly. Spanking bench. Whips and chains. Her toys. And
the king-sized bed at the back of the room. She wouldn’t need much
more for this kind of play.
    She turned towards him and watched him
for a minute.
    He stood in the middle of the room, his
eyes lowered. A stray ray of sunshine from the slightly opened
ceiling window fell directly on his naked body, putting him in the
spotlight. Exactly where he deserved to be. He was blindingly
beautiful, bare and open, and she couldn’t wait to explore him. Her
gaze traced the strong muscles under his golden skin longingly,
brushed over his soft hair. The graceful arch of his
neck.
    She grabbed a pair of leather cuffs
and stepped in front of him.
    “ Eyes on me,” she commanded
calmly, and he complied. ”I want you to look at me until I say
otherwise, little one.”
    “Yes, Ma’am.”
    “Your position is perfect,” she said,
and he instinctively extended his hands in front of him. Tara
smiled when she closed the cuffs around his wrists, carefully
testing their fit.
    “That doesn’t hurt, does it, pet?” she
asked softly.
    “ No, Ma’am.” His voice was
slightly breathless, which pleased her tremendously. She grabbed
the chain that hung from the ceiling above him and lifted his arms
to fasten it at the cuffs.
    She walked to the control panel at the
wall, her heels clicking on the concrete. When she pressed a
button, the chain lifted and made him stretch his arms above his
head. She stopped before he’d have had to go on tiptoes.
    He looked delicious, eye candy on display.
She walked around him, watching his perfect body closely, pleased
when he didn’t lower his gaze again. He was well trained and more
than able to obey commands, not like the young male subs who often
made her repeat everything a hundred times before it sank
in.
    She stood before him and looked him in
the eyes, lifting her hand to brush her fingers over his chest, the
contact gentle and soft.
    “Let me tell you what we’ll do today,”
she said, walking around to his backside.
    She came close, very close, pressing her
chest against his back while her hands glided around his torso,
sliding down his stomach to his thighs. She felt solid muscle
beneath her palms and pinched his skin lightly, making him jerk
more from arousal than from pain. She felt the heat of his erection
directly next to her fingers. When was the last time she’d actually
wanted to have sex? She enjoyed the trickle of moisture between her
engorged folds for a few seconds.
    “Your cock makes your mistress wet, my
sweet toy,” she whispered against his neck, “it’s
beautiful.”
    She felt him tremble in her
hold.
    “ Thank you, Ma’am.” His voice was
strained, aroused. She let