Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Both thrilled and unnerved, Ellen forced herself to keep her gaze on his. Her fingers flew over her sex. The piston pumped noisily behind her, the almost hypnotic sound punctuated by her uncontrolled moans of lust as the machine relentlessly fucked her from behind.
Glancing down, she saw the remote on the mat beside her. Without picking it up, she managed to tap the plus button once more. She cried out, not from pain, but from nearly blinding pleasure. She was no longer powering through. She wanted this. She needed it.
A part of her couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. She was moving past what had once been a hard limit for her. She experienced a sudden, fierce pride in conquering her fears.
“That’s it,” Master Damon encouraged, his gaze flitting over her body and back to her face. “Fuck yourself on that big, hard cock. Make yourself come like the dirty little slut you are.”
“Oh, god,” she groaned, that delicious combination of erotic humiliation and dark pleasure firing her blood like a shot of hundred-proof alcohol.
The hard cock continued to pummel her with relentless speed and force.
“Please, Sir,” she panted as she rubbed herself with feverish abandon. “May I come, Sir?”
Reaching out, he gripped her ponytail, using it to wrench her head back. The sudden erotic pain juxtaposed perfectly with the hot, shivery pleasure shuddering through her.
“Yes,” he hissed, his fingers still tight in her hair. His face was so close to hers that she could feel his warm breath on her cheek. “Come for your Master.”
With a cry, she let go completely. A powerful orgasm burst through her like fireworks exploding from within. She heard a keening cry over the pounding of her pulse, dimly aware it must be her making the sound. Her body convulsed, sensation edging from pleasure to something darker and harder to handle as the phallus continued to fuck her with relentless force and speed.
Shaking, she reached for the remote, which had somehow skittered away from her grasp. A cold spurt of adrenaline shot through her gut. Where had the damn thing gone? But before full-blown panic could take hold, all at once the piston stilled. There was sudden silence, save for her shallow, hiccupping gasps.
“It’s all right, Ellen. You’re okay.”
Master Damon held the remote in his hand. Crouching beside her, he pulled the machine away from her body. Getting to his feet, he leaned down and gently pulled her upright.
“You did it,” he said with a lopsided grin. “You conquered your fears.” He placed his hands on her shoulders, his grin falling away. “And you were sexy as hell in the process.”
Ellen’s answering grin faltered. She ducked her head as color rushed into her cheeks. She’d just spent the entire day making herself come for this man. Her cunt was pleasantly sore, her clit still throbbing from this most recent powerful orgasm. The trainers at The Enclave had treated her with an almost clinical reserve, no matter how sexual the display. But Master Damon had made it clear he was turned on, so much so that he’d sported an erection nearly the entire time.
Was something developing between them despite his continued assertion that he was in this for the short-term? Or was his arousal simply a result of his hardwiring and she merely the object to be used to satisfy his dominant lust?
Stop overthinking everything. Stay in the moment.
Master Damon gently stroked from her face a tendril of hair that had come loose from her ponytail. She forgot how to breathe as he took her face in his hands. His cool sea-green gaze, normally so remote and aloof, was almost tender. Her lips parted of their own accord, tingling with anticipation. Heart fluttering like a caged bird, she closed her eyes in anticipation.
But instead of the kiss she longed for, his hands fell abruptly away. She opened her eyes in confused surprise. The tenderness was gone, replaced by a lazy smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
He gave her a brusque pat to her head, as if she were a dog. “Good job today,” he said, turning away. “Let’s take a break.”
Chapter 14
Damon strode from the playroom without looking back. What the fuck was wrong with him? He’d been that close to kissing her. He never kissed his scene partners. It shifted the balance of power, however subtly. It changed the dynamic of total control on his side, total submission on theirs. It gave them the wrong idea.
But it was more than that, and he knew it. The danger didn’t only lie in giving his play partner the wrong idea. It lay with him and his traitorous heart. He had to remember he was no good at love. He needed to stay vigilant. He needed to stay safe.
When he’d accepted Anthony’s offer to come give this auction thing a try, it had sounded like the perfect BDSM getaway. He’d already planned to take a vacation—his first since setting up his security business over two years ago. What red-blooded Dom wouldn’t leap at the chance to have a highly trained, deeply submissive erotic slave at his beck and call for an entire week, no strings attached?