Under His Control – No Safeword Read Online Claire Thompson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Kink Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
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He could hardly believe what he was about to say, yet the words rang so true in his head and his heart that it was impossible not to say them aloud. “I want to claim you properly this time, without artificial time limits and contracts. I want to earn your trust and submission, rather than demand it. I want to be the Master you deserve.”

Time stopped again as he waited for her response. He couldn’t blame her if she laughed in his face or told him he needed to leave.

But instead of doing either of those things, she did something altogether different. She laughed, the sound one of surprise and joy, mingled into one. It was like a door unlocking and opening in his tortured soul, allowing the light to spill in.

Her smile deepened, awakening the dimples in her cheeks. Tears shone in her eyes as she held out her arms to him.

In one stride he was there, pulling her into an embrace as he breathed her in, hiding his face in the crook of her neck as he blinked back tears. Then he pulled back just enough to take her face into his hands.

Dipping his head to hers, he kissed her.

Chapter 29

Ellen melted as Damon’s mouth closed over hers. If this was a dream, she never wanted to wake. His kiss was careful at first, a tentative exploration. He murmured her name between kisses, his voice low and tender.

It wasn’t long before the kiss became something wilder, the pent-up longing and pain of their weeklong separation fueling their urgency. She lost herself in the passion of the kiss as he pulled her closer, gathering her against him. His body was solid and strong as he held her. She could feel the rise of his erection between them, and her body answered in kind, softening and yielding to his touch.

When they finally parted, it was only to reach for each other’s clothing. There was an urgency to their movements, punctuated with gasps and shed garments as they stumbled together toward her bedroom.

She caught her breath as he stood naked before her, as beautiful as a Greek god in the lamplight. His gray-green eyes, which she’d once thought of as cool as a winter sea, were hooded with lust and fiery with passion.

Her nipples throbbed, her cunt aching to be filled. She threw herself onto the bed, legs parting of their own accord as she reached for him. But, instead of falling atop her and entering her in one fluid, perfect motion as she desperately desired, he lay down next to her.

As if she weighed nothing, he pulled her up and onto him so she was straddling his thighs. Her cunt was so wet the moisture slicked her labia. His gorgeous cock bobbed between them like an invitation. He held her still, his strong hands on her hips.

“Please,” she begged breathlessly. “Please fuck me, Master Damon. I need to feel you inside me. Please.”

Releasing his grip, he reached for her nipples, capturing each one between thumb and forefinger. His eyes boring into hers, he squeezed and twisted the distended nubbins until she moaned with both pleasure and pain.

He squeezed harder, making her wince as tears filled her eyes.

“Thank you, Sir,” she gasped. Oh, how she had longed for his hard, perfect touch.

Finally releasing her, he again gripped her hips, this time lifting her up and over him. As he eased her down onto his shaft, she moaned, lust burning her skin and melting her insides.

She threw her head back, eyes closing as she moved against him. She could feel the steady thump of his heart beneath her hands, which rested on his strong chest as she rocked on top of him. Her cunt spasmed with aching pleasure around his hard, thick shaft. Her clit throbbed between them, pulsing against his pubic bone.

Yes, yes, yes, yes. Jesus, she was going to come…

But before she could give herself over completely, Master Damon’s hands were again on her hips, slowing her movements and breaking her rhythm. Flustered, she brought her head forward, her eyes opening in confusion, her body throbbing with need.

“Please,” she panted, her fingers curling in his luxuriant chest hair. She found herself unable to articulate beyond that single word. “Please.”

“Shh,” he breathed. “Slow down, my sweet slut. I want to savor you.”

Ellen forced herself to calm down, to slow down as he had commanded. As she stared into his beautiful eyes, a sense of the surreal washed over her. Was this really happening? Or was it just a lucid dream brought about by desperate longing?

His cock pulsed inside her cunt, sending a spasm of pleasure through her loins. This was real, all right, and way better than any dream could possibly be. In that moment, she surrendered herself fully to him. She was his to command, to use, to possess as he pleased.


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