Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“Dry me off, slave,” he commanded. “There are towels there in the linen closet.” He pointed an imperious finger.
Hannah’s brain skittered and careened inside her head like a pinball as it tried to process her intense physical arousal, her abject terror at what this man with his huge erection expected from her and her confusion at his abrupt change in demeanor from sexy Dom to bossy Master.
Pushing her tumultuous thoughts aside, Hannah scurried to the closet and pulled out two thick, white towels. Setting one on the counter, she shook out the other and started to wrap it around her body.
“What do you think you’re doing, slave?” Mason barked. “You dry your Master before yourself. Drop that towel at once.”
Hannah almost pointed out the stupidity of this, since she’d do a better job if she wasn’t dripping and chilled. It was like when you were on an airplane during an emergency—you put your mask on first before helping others.
But one look at Mason’s expression made her drop the towel as ordered. Fresh towel in hand, she moved toward him. Closing her eyes a moment, she channeled one of her romance novel heroines. She existed in that moment to serve her Master in whatever manner pleased him. What better way to show her submission than to put his comfort before her own? And, come on—it was no hardship to dry this man’s hard, strong body.
Kneeling in front of Mason, she ran the towel over his long, muscular legs. When she got to his groin, she couldn’t stop the flush of heat that washed over her face and chest. His cock was thick and hard, the balls heavy beneath it. He smelled good, too, and she had a sudden, nearly irresistible compulsion to bury her nose in that tender spot between his groin and inner thigh.
Blushing furiously, she ran the towel over his genitals, daring to glance up at him as she did so. Mason stood with his hands on his hips, his eyes burning holes in her.
Averting her gaze, she got to her feet. She dried his massive chest and then moved behind him to dry his muscular back and gorgeous ass. Some people looked better in clothes, others naked. Mason definitely fell into the second category. He was a fucking Adonis.
“Good enough,” he announced abruptly. He turned to face her. “Remember that going forward. Slaves always serve their Masters before themselves.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said dutifully.
“Now, it’s your turn.” Mason grabbed the towel from the floor. “Stand with legs shoulder-width apart, hands on your head.”
Hannah assumed the position. She closed her eyes as he moved around her, toweling her dry with surprising gentleness. He took his time between her legs. Her apparently insatiable clit immediately perked up, greedy for the attention. When he was done, he ran his hands along her sides.
It tickled, and Hannah twisted away, giggling involuntarily.
“Stand still and stay in position,” Mason snapped.
Hannah pressed her lips together to keep the retort that wanted to escape from doing so. She would have liked to lower her arms. She was suddenly exhausted from the very long day.
But then he started touching her again. He stroked her breasts and let his hands trail down her abdomen. Instead of cupping her cunt, as she’d hoped he would, he again stroked her sides. It still tickled, but this time she managed to stay still and quiet.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
He continued to run his hands lazily over her body, leaving trails of electricity and desire sparking along her skin. As he touched her, he dipped his head and again sucked her nipples into his mouth, one at a time. Hannah moaned softly, clasping her fingers together on her head to keep from reaching for him.
When he finally released her, her legs were trembling, her heart beating high in her throat, her cunt throbbing. He took a step back and looked her up and down, his tongue appearing on his lower lip. His cock still bobbed between them.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his eyelids hooding.
A flush of pleasure and confusion heated Hannah’s entire body. With all those gorgeous, twentysomething naked slave girls running around The Enclave, how astounding that he found her beautiful as well. At the same time, a part of her instantly wanted to point out the soft pouch of her post-baby tummy, and the pale silver stretch marks that still remained just above her mons, not to mention the cellulite on her butt.
She looked away from his sweeping gaze. He gripped her chin lightly, forcing her face back to his.
“I want you, Hannah,” he said in a low, sexy voice. “I respect your hard limits, and I won’t violate them. But will you lie down with me? I want to hold you in my arms.”
“Yes,” she heard herself whisper before she could stop herself. “Yes, Sir.”