Purgatory Masters(64)

“Yes, Sir. Please. Let me serve you.”

He loved the breathy sound of her voice. She’d quickly gone from playful to submissive as need drove her to the edge.

“That depends on what you want to do for me.”

“Anything you want, Sir. Anything,” she repeated.

His chest tightened. He held so much pride for his lush and beautiful Maggie. Her open heart and willingness to learn and accept astounded him. It seemed wrong to subject her to the darkness in his life. Not that he had an ounce of willpower to walk away now. Although tonight she’d have to find out exactly what she was getting into. He wouldn’t put a collar around her neck until she understood exactly what his genetics were capable of. It was certainly something that could mar their future.

Right now he was her Dom and she had needs that had to be fulfilled. Confession would come later and he prayed it truly was good for the soul. He couldn’t fathom his future without her.

He left behind the swollen jewel of her clit and moved to the heated opening of her glorious pussy and the slick juices that awaited him. “I bet you’d like to come right about now.”

Her legs quivered against his hand. “Yes, Sir.”

He moved closer so his chest brushed her clamped tits. “Not yet, pet. Soon though.” He dipped past her opening and circled the small bud of her ass instead. “I’m going to have you here tonight. I’ve made it my goal and you know how I am when I set goals.”

She whimpered and sagged against him. From the slight tremor of her body he gauged she sat on the edge right next to him. He’d thought to take his time and hold her here for a while but his cock wanted her right now.

“On your back on the couch. Now Maggie.”

He swore he saw relief on her face before she turned to do as he’d asked. The curve of her ass as she crossed the room beckoned him. There were half a dozen different ways he wanted to take her all pushing at his brain. And if she twitched that glorious ass at him one more time she was going to find herself on the floor face down getting her ass reamed six ways to Sunday.

Once she got into position he crossed over to her and maneuvered between her legs. “Raise your arms over your head and fold your knees up, baby.” He pushed her legs high and wide, opening her pussy to his view. Her sex glistened with her arousal. He particularly loved how wet she got for him.

“Now tell me what you want, Maggie. I need the words.” He slid his fingers between the lips of her cunt and parted her labia. “So pretty.” He continued to play, teasing her clit and going so far as to push a single digit halfway into her tight little asshole.

“You aren’t telling me, little one. Are you not ready?” He knew just the thing to get what he wanted from her. With one hand he rubbed her clit and with the other he removed one of the clamps on her nipple.

Maggie groaned and thrashed against his hand, doing everything she could to get more from him. Poor baby. He gently rubbed her sore nipple before he grasped the other clamp and removed it too.

This time Maggie rewarded him with a loud half grunt, half scream. “Tucker, please.”

“Tucker is it?” He pinched the clit he’d so lovingly stroked.

“Master,” she gasped.

“Much better.” With her tits probably still on fire and her clit aching, he pushed a finger inside her and immediately stroked over the soft spot he already knew she loved. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her hips bucked in an attempt to get more. With his left hand he pushed down on her leg, while his thighs bracketed her hips, holding her in place. It wasn’t quite the same as tying her down but the constant pressure from his grip would serve as an ever-present reminder that he was restraining her.

“Please. Master.”

Two lovely words he would never get tired of hearing from her.

“More. Please. Need more.”

“I know, baby. Just say it.”

“Fuck me,” she wailed.

“See that wasn’t so hard.” He lined his cock up with her opening and shoved forward into her pussy. Both hands tightened on her thighs, making sure she couldn’t move. Her sex clenched around him and Tucker lost it. He pounded into her, holding nothing back. The time for gentle and loving would come another day when she hadn’t tempted his control to the breaking point.

He thrust in and pulled out while battling the inner muscles she clamped down on him. Her lower body couldn’t exactly move, yet Maggie had still found a way to play with him. He groaned and slammed harder. The stress and fear of his past began to burn away. This is what he’d needed all day. Being inside Maggie, feeling the connection between them. With her it wasn’t just about sex. It was more elemental than that. She touched him on an emotional level. Her complete and utter submission went through him like a healing balm, taking away the anguish he fought to keep at bay.