Command Me Books One & Two(8)

“Sarah?”

“Hm?”

“The windows? Have you finished?” Joel asked again.

“No, Master.”

“Then continue.”

Shaking with delight, Sarah managed to push back from the windows so she could clean the spots where her hands and breasts had touched the glass. She no longer cared about her nipples being bared or the car that slowed to a crawl as it passed the house. She couldn’t see the driver but knew whoever was behind the wheel had seen her. Instead of embarrassment, a thrill tingled down her spine and increased her pleasure.

She went to her knees with her thighs spread in order to reach the lower windows. Joel was still behind her, and didn’t stop stroking her hole as she repositioned herself. He did get closer, bent over her, and grasped her left breast with his free hand, massaging the ample mound and tweaking her nipple.

He said close to her ear, “They can see you.”

Sarah looked beyond the glass she was cleaning at the two men who had stopped walking to stare. Both wore grins as they watched Sarah being fondled and toyed. One of the men grabbed the bulge in his pants and made a kissing motion in her direction.

“Want me to stop?” Joel asked.

Sarah shook her head and rolled her ass. “No, Master.”

His voice dropped to a low, sexy timber. “Want me to go faster?”

“Oh yes, please, Master. Please.”

No sooner did the words leave Sarah’s lips than Joel started thrusting the plug into her hole with a speed that left her panting with her eyes closed. She sank forward, resting her breasts on the ledge and spreading her knees more. Kittenish sounds of delight escaped her lips.

Joel switched his free hand to her clit. He’d barely rubbed the sensitive, throbbing nub when Sarah cried out her release.

“You came, didn’t you?” His tone was hard and pulled Sarah out of her afterglow.

She didn’t get a chance to answer. Joel grabbed a handful of her hair and shook her head.

“Did I give you permission to come?” He shook her again. “Did I?”

She grabbed his hands to get him to loosen his hold. “No, Master. Sorry. Sorry.”

“Up.” He backed off her, yanked the plug free, and used his hold on her hair to haul her to her feet and then guide her to the wall beside the windows. “Hands against the wall. Ass out.”

She mustn’t have moved fast enough for Joel because he shoved her head toward the wall while yanking on the back of her dress.

He kicked her feet apart and then curved one arm around her body. She yelped when his fingers made contact with her clit. He started rubbing the sensitive nub in quick circles and she moaned softly while rocking against his touch.

He slapped his free hand against her left ass cheek with a loud clap that pulled a pained cry from her lips. He smacked her right ass cheek next. “Rule number three. Say it.”

“I-I-I don’t come without your permission, Master.” She got another smack to her left ass cheek for her answer. Although Joel put the same amount force behind it, it didn’t hurt as much as the first time. It was no longer a shock. Coupled with the way he strummed her clit, she couldn’t help getting horny.

He slapped her right ass cheek. “Again.”

“I don’t come without your permission, Master.”

“No, you don’t, and you’re about to do it again,” he said. He stuffed two fingers into her channel. “You’re soaked and pulsing. You like this don’t you?” He treated her ass to another two smacks.

Sarah pulled in a shaky breath as she tried to hold back the orgasm that threatened to escape. “Yes, Master.”

“I’m punishing you. You’re not supposed to like it,” Joel chastised her.

“Sorry, Master.”

“No you aren’t.” While pumping his fingers into her channel, he spanked her.

Sarah’s knees quaked. She couldn’t help the way she arched into Joel’s punishing hits, wanting more.

“You better not come again. You won’t like what I do next. I promise you,” Joel warned her.

She didn’t know how that could be true. Everything Joel had done she had loved. Even now, she was enjoying herself. She didn’t want to try him though. “May I come, Master?”

“No.”

His instant denial confused her for a moment. He was supposed to say yes. She needed him to say yes. She was close to another orgasm.

“May I come, Master?”

“No.” Joel gave her an extra hard smack to punctuate his refusal.

Instead of hurting, the contact almost sent her over the edge. Sarah clamped down on her climax and Joel’s fingers. She bowed and shook her head, loving the titillation of denying her release but also wanting to revel in the satisfaction of indulging it.