Frustrated as all get out she blurted out what he wanted to hear. “I was thinking about how I was supposed to stay out of trouble when I came home and I’m not. Things are as out of control as they were before.”
His fingers froze. “You think you’re in trouble.”
Maggie didn’t know whether to cry in frustration or scream at him for stopping. Fortunately she had enough sanity left to know the Dom in Tucker probably wouldn’t reward her for screaming at him. “Not trouble like ‘I’m going to get arrested or fired from my job’ trouble. More like entangled trouble.”
Tucker’s brows lifted and she swore he started to smile before his eyes narrowed and he returned his full attention to the sweet spot between her legs. “It doesn’t have to be trouble you know.”
For a brief second his fingers grazed the top of her clit, giving her enough of a jolt to make goose bumps rise on her skin. “You’re driving me—” she bit her lip to keep from begging.
“What? Don’t stop. Say what you need to.”
“Are all Doms this chatty during sex? I swear I must have missed that part in my research.”
A sharp spear of pain struck Maggie as Tucker pinched her clit between two fingers. “I can definitely drag this out if I need to.”
Unable to catch her breath right away, she simply clamped her lips shut and worked to stay her sarcasm. Sitting on the edge like this was much harder than she’d ever dreamed.
Tucker leaned forward and prodded her sex with the tip of his erection. Excitement flared inside her. Oh God. She was so close to getting what she wanted.
He dipped his head lower and gently kissed her. “Right here, right now you’re mine.” As his tongue pressed deep inside her mouth so did his cock into her pussy. He seemed to be in no hurry as he inched his way forward. Within seconds, her legs were shaking and her heart beat frantically. His hands stroked her hips and sides, creating another layer of friction to drive her insane.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her lips.
Maggie moaned and reached for him, wanting to crawl inside him. But she found her arms and hands still tangled in his shirt, trapped. He didn’t give her much time to worry about whether to move. His mouth worked down her throat and chest until he captured a nipple between his teeth. But it was the suction he applied that left her writhing underneath him. He pulled on the tip at the same time he finally bottomed out inside her.
Her arousal made it easy for her to accommodate his size, but nothing relieved the ache to move. She was so full. Everything ached. If he didn’t move soon she’d literally go out of her mind. There was only one way to fix this.
“Please, Master. Fuck me,” She pleaded.
A dangerous growl rumbled in his chest. The rumbling sound seeped through to her bones, warming her from the inside out.
“Pushy little sub.”
There wasn’t a lot of heat to his words but her stomach still tumbled at being called a sub. Tucker liked to use a lot of pet names, all of which worked to make her feel special.
Please,” she begged, while struggling to move her hips underneath the weight of his body.
“Mmm. I do love the sound of begging. You may soon learn that you should be careful what you wish for.”
Seconds later he withdrew to the tip and then slammed home, her body jerked by the force. A shock of sensation speared through her. Both pain and pleasure took her breath away. Without giving her a moment to recover, Tucker repeated the harsh move. The sudden change of pace left Maggie unable to move or react. It became immediately apparent that her job was to take what her Dom offered as he hammered into her over and over again. Each stroke brushed her over-sensitized clit without getting close to the friction she needed to come. He really was planning to drive her mad.
She nearly cried in relief when he changed his angle and fucked over a second nerve-rich spot inside her. Her resulting cry exploded across the room.
“Oh hell, little one. Your muscles are squeezing me, tempting me to give in. Is that what you’re hoping for?”
Hell yes! She wanted to answer him but her brain wouldn’t work her mouth other than for long, loud wails that she couldn’t believe came from her. How was she supposed to think at all with him pounding her into the kitchen counter? Every hard stroke pushed her so damned close to the edge she had to fight to hold on.
“What are you waiting for, Miss Maggie? Your little cunt is begging for the orgasm. You keep denying it. Let go. Come.”
Maggie screamed. His words had the same affect over her as a cannonball smashing into a building. Pieces of her went flying in every direction. Her muscles convulsed uncontrollably and she swore her toes literally curled. “Tucker,” she moaned.