Black Listed(19)

He’d kept up his habit of trimming the dark hair that nestled his cock. She didn’t want to think about how many women in the preceding years had gotten to see that cock . . . touch that cock . . . taste that cock.

Before last night, it had been so long since she’d had sex, she hadn’t bothered waxing herself bare, as he’d preferred her in the past.

What was the point when she was the only one who ever saw her naked?

“You remember my limits?” she asked breathlessly, her hands itching to wrap her hands around his cock.

Naked and unabashed, he walked behind her. His warm breath fanned her neck as he slowly unzipped her dress. “I remember everything.”

Her dress slipped from her body. She leaned back, resting her head against Sawyer. “My limits haven’t changed.”

Not that she’d had many.

As her Master, Sawyer had ordered her to completely let go of her inhibitions and society’s moral compass in order to experience a world she’d barely known existed. She’d lived for the nights he’d challenged her soft limits, pushing her further and further until she couldn’t remember why she’d ever questioned them in the first place.

Bondage, submission, and beatings were only the tip of the iceberg. There were times he’d shown her such pleasure she could barely remember her own name. Times when they’d invited other men and women into their bedrooms and into their fantasies. Times when there were so many hands and tongues on her skin, she couldn’t count them.

Sawyer pushed her forward until they both stood beneath the hot spray of the shower. “Good to know you’re still the same kinky girl. It must have been hell to stay faithful.” His hands worked magic on her scalp as he massaged shampoo into her damp hair. “Your best friends are all members of Benediction. Logan told me about that place. About the fantasy rooms. How did you stay away?”

He didn’t allow her to answer, only chuckling when she shivered from the feel of his erection poking between the cheeks of her ass. She had no doubt its placement was intentional. He knew what got her excited.

She moaned, arching her back into him. Just an inch and he’d be inside her. She didn’t care how or where he took her, as long as he did.

“I bet it killed you,” he continued in a rough voice that sent tingles down her spine. He shamelessly ground his dick against her ass. “Do your friends know that underneath your conservative demeanor you’re actually kinkier than them?”

No, they had no idea.

They couldn’t, because she hadn’t told them anything about herself, always managing to evade their personal questions. And as good friends do, they’d never pressed her for more. “I don’t think anyone is kinkier than my friend Gracie.”

He gently tipped her head forward, rinsing the soap from her hair. “Oh, I don’t know about that. There was that time you left the patio door unlocked, and I came in while you were sleeping—”

“Is that what we’re doing in here?” she asked, spinning around to face him. Enough foreplay. “Having a trip down memory lane? Or are you going to fuck me?”

His eyes darkened as his dominance reared to the surface. He sunk his fingers into her hair and pulled her toward him, lifting her to her toes. “Unless I say otherwise, you will refer to me as Master. Is that clear?”

Her pussy contracted, arousal spilling from her. The slight pain as he tugged on her hair coupled with the way he took control sent her into the submissive headspace. “Yes, Master.”

“You want my cock in your greedy pussy, girl?” He pulled harder on her hair, eliciting a yelp from her. “You have to earn it first.” With his hand on her head, he pushed her down. “Get on your knees and show me what you can do with that hot little mouth of yours. Make me believe you can’t live without my cock.”

She couldn’t. She didn’t know how she’d made it this long.

Haunted by the expiration date of their relationship, she’d have to savor each moment with him while it lasted. “This counts toward the seven nights, right, Master?”

The word “Master” tasted as good on her tongue as his cock would.

Missing the collar she used to wear in honor of his ownership of her, she rubbed her neck as she kneeled on the smooth surface of the shower.

“Yes, my girl. This counts.” He grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her forward. “Now stop talking and fill your mouth with me.”

She swallowed, preparing for his invasion. “Yes, Master.” Opening her mouth as wide as it would go, she allowed him past her lips and took him inside. Sawyer wasn’t gentle with her, giving her no time to acclimate before he began fucking her mouth, sliding his cock across her tongue until it bumped to the entrance of her throat before retreating.