Ultimatum(12)

What the hell was this man doing to me?

“How does it feel now?”

I wet my lips and tasted the salt of my tears. “Weird, Master.”

“Does it still hurt?”

“A little.” Not like it had when my ex had forced his way in there. Maybe the difference lay in the preparation.

He crawled onto the bench and straddled me from behind, and I heard him unzip his pants. Gage pressed against my back and whispered directly into my ear, “Are you turned on?”

“Yes, Master.” Humiliation washed over me.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

I gave him the answer he wanted to hear. “Yes, Master.”

Before I could take my next breath, he thrust into me. I was already wet and ready for him. The pressure from the butt plug heightened the pleasure, making each plunge a sensation that drove me closer to losing control. I moved with him as he pumped in and out, no longer caring if I was acting like a desperate hussy. The need inside me clawed to the surface; I could deny it no longer. I was on the verge of release, breaths coming in gasping pants, when he painfully fisted my hair.

“Not yet, baby. Not until I give you permission.”

“Gage—” I cried out again, barely managing to reign in my orgasm. “I can’t, Master!”

He groaned. “Yes you can.”

I dug my fingernails into the leather of the bench, groaned as the pressure built to the erupting point. “Please, Master . . . please . . .”

He shot upright onto his knees and smacked my ass. “Not yet.”

I let out a scream as the violent orgasm tore through my body. “Oh, God!” I arched my back, curled my feet, and wondered if the wave would ever end.

Gage came then, releasing a hoarse cry that caused my insides to clench all over again.

“I couldn’t stop it, Master.”

“You know I’ll have to punish you for that, right?”

Gasping for breath, I let my head fall to the bench and nodded. At the moment I didn’t care. I’d never experienced such an intense orgasm. Ever. I closed my eyes, my heart still pounding a fast beat, and allowed the overwhelming surge of emotion to spill over.





7. VULNERABLE

As part of my slave duties, Gage assigned me a list of chores Sunday morning. After I’d done the dishes, folded his laundry, and vacuumed, he’d reinserted the butt plug and ordered me to scrub both of his bathrooms on my hands and knees.

Only his idea of clean surpassed mine by a hundred miles. He’d made me redo my first attempt, instructing me to use a toothbrush. I’d since moved on to the bathroom in the basement, and was now scrubbing the grout between the tiles with a vengeance, all the while silently cursing him.

“R” is for rotten scoundrel.

“S” is for Satan.

“T” is for—

I gasped as the pressure in my ass shifted—it’d been there for so long, I’d begun to get used to it. I stilled as he teased me by sliding the plug out a couple of inches, only to push it back in. I couldn’t decide if I liked the sensation or not. He did it again, and I unconsciously raised my ass.

“You like that, huh?” He dipped his fingers between my legs. The toothbrush fell from my hand and clattered to the floor.

I moaned with each thrust, with every motion of his fingers. I didn’t recognize the woman I’d become; on hands and knees on a bathroom floor, coming undone as my boss fucked me in the ass with a butt plug.

Gage pulled away. “Get up.”

I obeyed, and slowly turned to look at him. He was completely naked. Warmth flushed my cheeks. Ashamed of what he’d reduced me to, I had a difficult time meeting his gaze.

He pulled me against him. “You need a shower, and I need you to take care of this.” He grabbed my hand and closed my fingers around his erection. I stroked him as he backed me toward the stall. Gage guided me inside and switched on the shower. Hot water cascaded over us, coming from all directions from the multiple shower heads.

He pushed my back against the wall. “Hold on to these,” he said, lifting my arms and folding my fingers around the two handles built into the shower stall. “Close your eyes. I want you to feel every touch, every sensation.”

My eyes drifted shut, and his soapy hands glided over my skin, fingers teasing breasts, smoothing down my stomach, caressing between my thighs. He left no area untouched. My pulse fluttered at my throat, and when he laved his tongue there, I arched my neck and let out a sigh.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against my skin. “So responsive to my touch.”

The warmth of his mouth closed around a nipple. I whimpered, overcome with need, and tightened my grip on the handles. The way he set me off reminded me of the night I’d spent with Ian all those years ago. I hadn’t experienced such intense desire in years; my ex had surely never made my body hum.