“That’s very sweet. But I belong to Mr. King.”
“You’re serious about this? That he owns you?”
She nodded.
He frowned and shook his head. “Are you sure I can’t convince you?” He drew her closer, then his arms wrapped around her waist. “The two of us together are pretty spectacular.”
His lips brushed her neck and she trembled with need, remembering just how spectacular his big cock felt driving inside her.
“I don’t think we should…”
But his hand glided over her breast as his lips played along her collar bone. She felt helpless to the needs of her body.
She didn’t really think this would be considered cheating on Mr. King, since he allowed her to have sex with his partners, and he knew she’d been with Slade before.
“I think we should,” he murmured against her ear. “In fact…” He stood up, lifting her in his arms. “I seem to remember that you really enjoy being on my motorcycle.”
He carried her to the bike and set her on the big leather seat, facing the back, the handlebars behind her. He climbed on the bike facing her, then slid his hand up her thigh… under her skirt.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re not wearing any panties.” He lifted her skirt and stared at her naked pussy. “God damn, I’ve missed this view.” He pushed her skirt aside and leaned forward. When his lips touched her vulnerable flesh, she sucked in a breath. His thumbs opened her slick petals of flesh and his tongue found her clit, then quivered over it.
“Ohhh, yes.”
She tangled her fingers in his wavy hair and held him to her. She lay back on the seat, her head resting against the handlebars as he widened her legs, then hooked her knees over his shoulders.
He licked her slit, then thrust his tongue inside her. Pleasure rippled through her body as she arched against him. He laughed, then suckled her clit. His fingers slid inside her slick opening and he drove them in and out as he teased her clit mercilessly.
She arched and moaned, then an orgasm shot through her. He kept it going, his tongue quivering on her.
Finally, she slumped back, panting for breath.
“Now tell me you missed me,” he said.
She laughed, then opened her arms. He leaned down and she wrapped her arms around him as he kissed her.
“Of course I missed you,” she said as soon as he released her lips. Then she grinned as she sat up. “And I’ve definitely missed seeing this.” She unzipped his jeans and drew out his spectacularly thick, hard cock. She pressed her lips to his tip and kissed him, then licked around the ridge.
“Keep that up and I’ll have to do something drastic.”
“Ohhh, I like the sound of that.”
She opened and swallowed his cockhead into her mouth, then suckled deeply.
“Oh, fuck, sweetheart. I love your mouth.”
She stroked his cock with her hands. “And I love your enormous cock.”
She leaned forward and took him in her mouth, then glided him deep into her throat. She squeezed him with her lips as she glided up and down his thick rod. He forked his fingers through her long hair, guiding her up and down his shaft. Deep. Fast. Then slow. Then fast again.
She cupped his balls, feeling them tighten in her hand. He was close, and she could hardly wait for him to come in her mouth. She sucked, then squeezed him. He groaned and arched forward.
“Fuck, sweetheart. That’s so God damn, fucking good.” He pulled her tight to his groin, filling her throat with his thick flesh.
Then she felt it. The hot liquid squirting in her mouth. Even as she swallowed, more pumped into her.
When he finally stopped, she glided from his cock and licked her lips.
“Mmm. Desert was delightful.”
He grinned. “Was it now?” He threw his leg over the bike, his cock dangling freely, and stood up, then scooped her into his arms.
“I think maybe we should lie down for a little bit and recover from all that… eating.”
She laughed, curling her hands around his neck as he carried her to the blanket. He set her down, then stripped off his jeans and boxers. Then he knelt beside her and unfastened the buttons of her blouse. She shrugged out of it as he reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Seconds later, he’d stripped off her skirt, too, and she lay naked on the blanket. His wilted cock was already rising again.
She opened her legs in invitation and he stroked his cock, his gaze taking in all of her.
“You are so beautiful. I can’t wait to be deep inside your sweet pussy again.”
“So what are you waiting for?” she asked. She could see that his cock was tall and hard as rock again.
He chuckled and pressed his cockhead to her slick opening.
“Ohhh,” she moaned, anticipating that first, deep thrust. “Please fuck me, Slade. I want you so far inside me I’ll ache for a week.”
“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” Then he thrust forward.
She moaned at the feel of his steel column driving deep inside her. She squeezed him, making him moan.
He was fully inside her now, his body crushing her to the blanket. But it wasn’t enough.
Then he started to move. His cock glided the length of her passage, stimulating every inch with the breadth of his corona. Need quivered through her.
His long, deep strokes were invigorating. She wrapped her legs around his waist, opening to him more.
“Oh, baby, you are so silky soft around me. It’s like I’ve found my place in the world and never want to leave.”
She arched against him, moaning.
“Ah, fuck.” He drove even deeper.
Pleasure quivered through her. Building. Her nerve endings rippling with delight.
He thrust deeper still. And faster. Driving her pleasure higher and higher.
She gasped as he filled her again and again, her breathing erratic.
“Oh, God, you’re going to make me come.” Her body quivered at the blissful sensations mounting inside her.
“Yes, fuck, sweetheart. Come for me.”
The sweet desperation in his words… his desire to please her… drove her pleasure higher. She answered his every stroke with an arch of her body.
“Yes. Oh, God, yes.” She clung to him as the maelstrom of sensations mounted… expanded… then blasted through her on a gasp.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” Then she wailed loudly, the orgasm exploding inside her.
“Ah, fuck, yeah.” He groaned as he pumped into her. Then he jerked forward and she could feel the heat erupt inside her.
He slowed, but kept moving inside her. His lips nuzzled her neck as his cock continued to fill her. Her waning orgasm blossomed again. Rising. Swelling inside her until she shuddered in complete abandon, the sweet bliss vibrating through her as she moaned Slade’s name.
Finally, she collapsed on the blanket. His body slumped against her.
Then she giggled, jubilant. “Oh, Slade, I really have missed you.”
He rolled over, his arms around her, holding her close to him.
“Then promise me, if you ever tire of being with King or Grant, then come to me.”
She gazed into his charcoal eyes, delighting in the warmth and sincerity she saw there, and nodded.
“I promise.”
Mr. King nursed his drink as he watched the sun set out the window. Ever since Sylvia had been out to lunch with Slade, she’d been quiet. He’d offered her some time to herself after dinner, so she could go to her room and be alone with her thoughts.
He was sure the two of them had had sex. It bothered him, but he wouldn’t call her on it. It’s not like they had an exclusive sexual relationship. Although he was her Master and she shouldn’t have sex with anyone except under his command, he had allowed her to go and she might think that meant it was okay. Especially since he knew she’d had sex with him when she’d been with Grant.
He liked that it might cheer her up. She missed Grant and being with someone she liked might help take her mind off it.
The phone rang and Mr. King picked it up. “King here.”
“It’s Grant. I’m calling to see how Sylvia’s doing.”
Mr. King sat straighter in his chair. “Don’t worry. I’m taking good care of her.”
“Of course. But how is she doing?”
Mr. King frowned. He certainly wasn’t going to tell him she was mooning over him.
“If you want to know that, call and talk to her. Tomorrow at 2 pm. Call my office.”
Then he hung up.
Sylvia glanced up as the door to her room opened. Mr. King stood in the doorway.
“Yes, Master?”
He frowned and shook his head. “I just want to know…”
The concern in his deep blue eyes unsettled her.
“What is it?” she asked when he didn’t finish his sentence.
“Are you happy here?”
Her stomach clenched. Did he somehow know about what Slade had said to her?
“Of course, Mr. King. You take good care of me.”
He nodded. “I know, but… are you happy with me?”
Her heart quivered. He was such a good man, and he wanted so much to please her. She stood up and walked toward him. Then she rested her hand on his.
“Yes. You make me happy.” Then she knelt down in front of him. “And I will do anything to make you happy. Just command me.”
He gazed at her, his eyes warm yet somber.
“Stand up.” He took her hand and led her to his bedroom. He opened his robe and dropped it to the ground, then lay down on the bed. “Show me.”