Purgatory Masters(52)

“Good girl. Now fuck me.” His hips jerked, beginning her slow drag back to the tip. White spots danced in her eyes and she swore she saw stars.



Tucker tried not to be affected by her tiny cries. He actually enjoyed the fact she wasn’t a quiet submissive. But right now he needed to keep a level head or it would be over before they really got started. The waiting game he’d enforced on their relationship was now biting him in the ass.

With her body slick with sweat and the short ends of her hair flat against her face, she reminded him of a fairy sprite. A very naked, bouncy sprite with a cunt so hot she made him want to come into her. Despite the need to flip her over and pound into her, he managed to hold his hips still and let her give them pleasure. It probably never occurred to her that in this position her desire to make him happy took control. She would work to please him like a good submissive did.

Another fast drag of tight, wet heat made his insides quiver right along with her muscles. “That’s it, little one. Fuck me hard. Rough.”

A small scream erupted from her when he bent forward and gripped a nipple with his teeth. That bite of pain sent her into a frenzy as she pistoned faster, drawing closer to the ultimate release.

“You’re mine, Maggie. Mine to play with as I please.” Her pussy squeezed hard, signaling her approach to orgasm. It wasn’t going to take much to send her over. “Isn’t that right?”

She frantically nodded her head.

“Say it. Tell me who you belong to.” He’d get the words before she came.

“You. My new Master.” Another scream tore through her as the muscles of her pussy clamped down on his dick like a fucking vice on steroids. Her body jerked and Tucker used the momentum to force her hips up and down in savage strokes.

Between the sweet scent of sex and his need for her wrapped around his balls, he had to come now. He shoved upward, pinning her hips to his and groaned. His release jetted into her taking with it all the pent-up need from his self imposed exile. She knew so little about the vileness of his past but none of that mattered now.

Maggie gave him hope. Sex with countless strangers had never filled the void his guilt had left behind, always leaving his psyche empty and battered afterward. Not this time. Maggie was it for him. The one. Whatever it took, he’d find a way to keep her.

The sounds of the road brought Tucker out of his head. As much as he intended to stay buried inside her for much of the night, they were almost home and she was about to remember they’d had an audience. A quick glance in the rear view mirror revealed no sign of his driver’s reaction. His eyes were glued to the road as he’d expected.

As much as he planned to keep Maggie to himself, it gave him a jolt to know they’d been watched. A witness to his new submissive’s wanton responses. Tucker smiled before lifting Maggie and rearranging her on the seat beside him. He tucked her hair behind her ears and wiped the sweat from her brow. Her eyes were closed but the flush of her cheeks and the still-rapid breathing indicated she was still very much in the moment.

“Open your eyes, Angel. I want to see you.”

She shook her head. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because he was watching,” she whispered.

Tucker glanced in the mirror and caught the driver’s eye this time and the appreciation for the show practically glowed from his gaze.

The car came to a stop and Tucker finished fixing their clothes. Once he got Maggie situated, he reached into his wallet, pulled out a card and handed it across the seat. “Take this back to Purgatory and ask for Gabe. You’ll be taken care of.”

He reached across Maggie, opened the door and scooted them out.

“What was that all about?”

He smiled down at the love of his life. His perfect submissive. “You think after driving so well with so many distractions, the man doesn’t deserve a bonus?”

It only took a second for the blush to turn her face bright red and then realization dawned. Tucker nodded. “That’s right.”

“You confuse me, Tucker Lewis.”

Maggie took a step toward the house and he scooped her into his arms. “That’s Master Tucker Lewis to you now. You can’t take it back.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it…Master.”





Chapter Thirteen

Tucker bemoaned giving his housekeeper the weekend off when the insistent person at his front door pressed the buzzer again. He grabbed his remote and tuned the television to his security channel. Not many people made personal visits without an appointment and he certainly wasn’t up to a visit from his nosy sister.

His eyes widened at the image on the screen. That was definitely not his sister. He glanced to the other side of the bed where Maggie still slept. Her short hair spiked every which way and some of the makeup she’d worn the night before smudged below her eyes. And she looked more beautiful than ever. His gaze traveled along the curves of her body, stopping at her breasts where in the light of day he could see the many red marks he’d left behind when he nipped at her skin through the night.