The Training (Book 3: The Submissive Trilogy) by Tara Sue Me Read Free Book Online Page B

asked, slipping a prepared finger inside her again, causing her upper body to move against the bench. “Your nipples.” I pulled out a bit and her body moved slightly. “How they scrape the bench with every push of my hand?”
    Again I worked to stretch her with my fingers and slid a hand between her legs to graze her pussy. I wanted her to ache for me. Wanted to get her to where she hungered for my cock. The movement of her body against the bench, the gentle stretch of my fingers, the play of my fingers against her clit—they all worked to get her there.
    She moaned.
    “What is it?” I asked. “What do you need?”
    “Oh, God,” she said as I pushed deeper.
    “What do you need?” I smacked her across the ass, and she gave another moan. “Tell me.”
    “You,” she panted. “Me.”
    “Ready for me?” I removed my fingers and placed the head of my cock against her.
    “Please,” she said.
    I had to go slowly. This was only her second time. It would still hurt.
    “Easy,” I said, more to myself than her. I pressed gently into her, gritting my teeth against the burning need to plunge forward.
    I stilled my hips and dipped two fingers into her wetness. “What you do to me,” I whispered. “Is it the same for you?”
    Her only answer was a groan as my fingers circled her clit. I pushed my hips forward and stopped suddenly at her sharp intake of breath. “Are you okay?” I asked.
    “Yes, Master,” she said in a tight voice. “More. Please.”
    I slid farther into her. Backed out. Slid deeper. I hooked my fingers and, when I pressed inside her, felt the push and pull of my cock.
    Fucking hell.
    I thrust even deeper on my next pass, pushed her harder against the bench, and slipped all the way in. Her muscles tightened around my fingers.
    “Let it go.” My voice was strained. “Whenever you want.”
    She arched her back, and my fingers hit deep within her. I started a slow rhythm—my cock pushing in as my fingers came out and brushed her clit. Then I pulled out, with my fingers sliding inside.
    She might have thought I consumed her when I took her this way, but the opposite was true—she totally consumed me. Every breath, every heartbeat, every nerve of my body pulsed with her name. Pulsed with a need for her. She swallowed me whole. Consumed
me.
    I threw my head back and increased my pace. Her body scraped harder against the bench.
    “Ah,” she moaned, tightening around me again.
    Yes.
    I pushed my fingers deeper.
    “Oh, God,” she whispered. “I can’t . . . I can’t . . .”
    “Then don’t,” I whispered back, pushing deeper.
    She climaxed around me with a soft yelp.
    I thrust again, allowed the need to wash over me, and released into her.
    We lay for several seconds, our pants and thumping hearts the only noticeable sounds. My head finally cleared, and I gently pulled away from her.
    “Are you okay?” I asked.
    “Oh, God, yes.”
    I smiled. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”
    I walked into the bathroom adjoining the playroom and washed my hands, keeping my eyes on her. From my heated towel rack, I took some large towels, then ran hot water over several washcloths, knowing they’d cool by the time I needed them.
    I spread the towels on the floor. When I made it back to her, I gently unbound her arms—kissing her wrists, letting the rope drop as I made my way up her arms, continuing a soothing massage to her shoulders. I took one arm and kissed inside her elbow before placing it beside her and doing the same to the other arm. I moved beside her and knelt so we were eye level. Her eyes were deep and dark with pleasure.
    “You amaze me,” I said. “Every time.” I kissed her softly. “Can you stand?”
    She nodded and stood up.
    “Come lie on the towels.” I took her arm. “They’re warm.”
    Once she was situated, I washed her body with the washcloths and finished by wrapping her in more fluffy towels. She nearly hummed in pleasure.
    “I’d ask if it was good for you,