Purgatory Masters(43)

His body shifted and — Holy Shit — somewhere in all this he’d freed his cock. The white-hot poker of his rigid erection pressed against her backside.





Chapter Ten

Tucker watched Maggie’s eyes widen at the sight of his erection. Yes, her obvious pleasure fed his ego like nobody’s business, but who was he kidding? He was so ramped up on this woman all his brain focused on was how to get inside her now. Their night a few days ago had left him with an ache and it had since evolved into full-blown obsession.

He fed the butt plug back into her eager little hole with ease. Her tension levels were changing and soon she’d be ready for him to take her there. Once the toy was again seated fully inside her, he grabbed her hips and lifted her knees from the furniture. With her back arched, he zeroed in on the sight of her gorgeous cunt. Slick with her desire, he found her impossible to resist on any level. Especially this one. He leaned forward and slid his tongue between the plump folds of her pussy. The resulting cry from his new sub’s mouth made him smile.

“Oh yes. Oh please, Sir.”

The barely whispered plea hammered at his conscience. Tonight he wanted Maggie to get everything she’d been dreaming of when it came to her research. He hoped that a night in Purgatory would be the perfect remedy to erase her prior experience from her mind. If those bullshit charges against her hadn’t been dropped, he’d have likely unleashed hell on earth, AKA his lawyer.

He forcibly pushed outside thoughts from his mind and zeroed in on the goal in front of him. He was still a selfish man. One with every intention of worshipping Maggie with his tongue and cock until she pleaded for mercy. Tucker lapped at her flesh again, this time making certain to cross over her more sensitive areas. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d claimed every inch of her luscious body and mind.

As near to losing control as he could afford, Tucker placed her knees back on the couch, parted her pussy lips with one hand and nudged her opening with the head of his cock.

Maggie turned her head to look at him.

“Eyes front. Stay in position.”

“Yes, Sir,” she responded while moving back into position. “I only wanted to see your face when I asked you to please fuck me.”

Tucker ground his teeth and tried to hold back from her. It wouldn’t do to let her know how easily she could manipulate him. His hands tightened around her hips. Seconds ticked by. Like it or not he was losing the battle.

“Please,” she whispered, the guttural tone going straight to his dick, snapping the last of his control.

He shoved forward, driving his cock through tight muscle and warm heat. His vision wavered. Maggie gasped. For a few moments he couldn’t move. The base of his spine tingled, letting him know that if he wasn’t careful it’d be all over before they got started. Which was exactly what he got for denying himself the last time they were together.

No control.

Fine tremors erupted under his hands as Maggie, too, struggled with the overload of sensations. He smiled. He’d forgotten how much he liked watching a sub struggle to be good and follow his instructions with his cock buried inside her. With her, it seemed even better. The idea of his Maggie precariously perched on the edge drove him a little crazy.

“You’re mine now, baby. I hope you understand that.” Not looking for an answer, Tucker pulled from her clasp and immediately drove forward again harder than before. She squeaked her surprise. Pleased, he did it again and again, setting a harsh driving rhythm that left no question about his intentions.

He’d not forbidden her to speak or make noise because he didn’t care who heard them or came to investigate. The staff here were hand-chosen from the BDSM community and well-versed in what to expect from many of their patrons. If they passed by the door and heard Maggie’s moans, they wouldn’t blink an eye.

With every clutching pass, Maggie pulled Tucker deeper. He dug his fingers into her buttocks and rode her every bit as rough as he’d dreamt these last several days. He needed to come. It was that thought that finally brought Tucker racing back to reality. He jerked back and stumbled a couple of feet before catching his balance.

“No…” she protested.

Tucker ignored her pleas. Holy fucking shit motherfucker. He’d forgotten a condom. Not once in his sexual life had he forgotten to wear protection. He closed his eyes and prayed for sanity. Obviously three days of seclusion with nothing to think about other than Maggie’s perfect submission had made him crazy. He looked down at the succulent flesh of her pussy and sighed. It wasn’t too late.

Doubt crowded his mind. His vow from years ago to leave this lifestyle behind floated at the edges of his conscience. Tucker tightened down the memories and ground down on his jaw. This was different. Maggie was different.