Yes, Master by Margaret McHeyzer Read Free Book Online Page B

eyes closed.
    “I’ve wanted it, too,” I confess to him.
    “As much as I’d like to do more with you, I’m not allowed,” Mason admits.
    “Not allowed?”
    “Master would flog me if I did, she won’t be happy when I tell her what happened here.”
    “Master?”
    “Stella.”
    Oh, Master.
    “Why does she……” But Mason silences me from any more talking when he starts kissing me again.
    He breaks contact from our perfectly swollen lips and trails his mouth down the center of my neck. Mason stops at my Adams apple and sucks on it, slowly swirling his tongue around it, causing my skin to break out in the smallest of goose bumps from sheer contentment.
    His hands snake their way under my t-shirt and with silken fingers he sensually begins to stroke my nipples.
    Mason’s mouth hungrily continues to worship my skin around my neck.
    “Take your t-shirt off,” he mumbles against the apex of my neck.
    Without delay, I bring it up over my head as Mason takes me in, with a fevered gaze.
    “Can I kiss your chest, Ryan?”  
    “I’d like you do more than just kiss me.”
    Fuck what am I saying?  
    I should be stopping this.
    I’m not gay.
    “Not tonight, but let me taste you,” Mason says as he laves his raspy tongue over my right nipple.
    I arch my back and grip his hair, enslaving him to continue adoring my chest.
    Immediately, I know this is exactly what I want. Maybe even, exactly what I need.  
    I think I might be gay.  
    I’ve never craved another man the way I want Mason.
    Mason kisses his way over to my right nipple as his hands are around my back holding me tight to his mouth.
    His tongue is scorching as he peeps it out to caress me.
    The feeling’s that are coursing through me are enthralling and they’re quickly spiraling toward a release.  
    Mason bucks his hips up once and I cry out a wanton and husky sound as I feel his arousal press into mine.
    I can’t control myself anymore. I can’t hold on any longer.
    I push Mason to the soft plush carpet in my bedroom. I pin him with my hips, my hand starts palming his engorged cock through his boxers. I want to reach in and touch him, I want to taste him.
    My lips leave his and I trail a fine line down his jaw toward his shoulder. Mason puts his arms above his head and closes his eyes.
    “Kiss me, Ryan,” he sighs with submission.
    Lifting his shirt my mouth finds his pierced nipples. Pleasuring them with my tongue as I flick the nipple ring then suck on his pert nipple, making Mason moan an arousing sound.
    Slipping my tongue down the center of his stomach, I lap at the narrow trail that leads to the one part I’m so desperate to have.
    I push his boxers down and Mason’s cock springs free.
    And what an alluring and appetizing cock it is. He’s thick and long. He’s fleshy and I can see a perfect vein running the length of it. God, I want to lick that vein and take him in my mouth.
    I lower my head and kiss the tip. Just a small kiss and take the pre-cum that’s gathering at the slit into my mouth.
    “Hummm.” I know how good it feels to be on the receiving end of a hummer, so I do it knowing the shivers it’ll send up Mason’s spine.
    Right on cue, he moans and slightly lifts his hips having me take more of him in my mouth.  
    I lick down his hard shaft and nip on his balls. Flattening my tongue I curl it up under his ball sac just lightly touching the skin. My nose is buried into him and I can smell his delicious aroma.
    “You like it, boy.” His voice catapults forward in my mind and I break all contact with Mason’s thick and desperate cock.
    Sitting back on my heels, I scrub my hand over my eyes.
    “What’s wrong, Ry? Are you okay?” Mason asks as he sits up in front of me.
    “Come here and let me fuck your mouth,” his voice says again.
    I look at Mason, and he doesn’t look pissed at me. He looks concerned.
    “I didn’t mean for you to do anything you didn’t want to. I thought this is what you wanted,” Mason says