Power Play [Pleasure Playground 2] (20 page)

"Are you...” The question came out slightly slurred.

"Yes. So stay relaxed.” He now watched her expressions like a hawk, looking for the slightest indication he was pushing her too far. He continued a slow massage of her pretty pink cunt until her mewls turned to cries and pure rapture crossed her face. “Breathe, love.” He pushed gently until his whole hand filled her. She gasped and shook, her thighs spreading wider. His own head buzzed at the incredible sight before him. He remained still, letting her drive the motions for now. She writhed around on his hand, drawing closer to the inevitable orgasm.

He wiggled his fingers. “Come now, love. Come for me sweetheart.” Her body tightened around him and a scream pealed through the room, rendering him utterly speechless at the pure beauty of her submission.

The force of her contractions caught him off guard, leaving him gasping for air. He'd never experienced such a fierce orgasm from a sub. Amazed and feeling in awe, he pulled gently out of her. He disappeared into the bathroom to clean up and regain a modicum of control. His cock throbbed worse than an aching tooth, driving him mad. He stripped his clothes and left them lying on the bathroom floor and returned to her.

Harsh breathing filled the room. Neither had recovered. He massaged her legs from ankles to hip until she'd relaxed and her breathing returned to normal. He couldn't hold off from taking her much longer. Jennifer had turned out to be the woman of his fantasies, and she'd burrowed under his skin from the get-go. Suddenly eager to take her further, he flipped her onto her stomach, crossing her arms over her head and pushing her knees underneath her to lift her ass.

With jerky motions, born of unmet need, he palmed her ass and spread her cheeks. One look at the pink rosette, and his control broke like a dried-out twig. He reached behind him for the bottle of lubricant and squeezed a large dollop to the tiny hole. With one finger he worked the liquid inside her until she moaned underneath him. Damn, but she responded like a dream to everything he wanted. “Do you have any idea how much I've been dying to fuck you here?"

She half moaned, half whined in response. His heart clenched. If he wasn't already half in love with this woman, he'd have fallen tonight. She'd embraced her submission and come to him of her own free will and then some. That meant more to him than she could imagine.

"Take me, Master. Please.” Her husky plea sent blood roaring through his veins. Who was he to deny her now?

He fitted the head of his cock to her tight hole and began a slow slide inside her. At the tight ring he paused. “You take me, little sub. Show me how much you want my cock in your tight ass."

She didn't hesitate; she pushed down and back. With her temporarily controlling the moves, the resistance gave way with little effort, and he found himself balls-deep in a tight fist of molten heat. He gripped her hips, digging in to keep from plowing into her. When her body adjusted, she began to wiggle on him. He drew back, then plunged in with a hungry thrust. Not once, over and over again. One deep push after another as their bodies melded together in the rhythm of two people who desperately needed each other. From ugly pasts they were being given a second chance—something he had no intention of giving up on.

His body tensed, pushing him closer to his own edge of release with each plunge into her welcoming body. He didn't want to go by himself, so he reached around and thumbed her clit. Jennifer cried out, her body tightening around him to the point of overload.

"Come for me, love. One more time. Come,” he commanded.

She shuddered and thrashed harder—sending him headlong into the point of no return as his climax crashed over him. He groaned, thrusting deep, lifting her knees right off the bed he hammered so hard, emptying inside her sweet, sweet ass.

When his thoughts cleared, he eased his grip and lowered her back to the bed. He withdrew, massaging her ass and thighs. Daegan mustered the energy to lean forward and release her cuffs before he collapsed on the bed beside her. He'd carry them to the shower in a minute. Right now his legs felt like wet noodles.

He brushed the silky strands from Jennifer's upturned face. “Are you okay?"

She mumbled some response before sinking into the arms he wrapped around her. His little sub needed recovery time. Some amount of time passed as they both drifted in and out of sleep. When he opened his eyes again, he found her beautiful baby blues staring back at him. He had a feeling she was waiting for him to say something.

"That was an incredible gift, love. You pleased me very much.” He rubbed his hand slowly up and down her spine. “Your text message turned into the surprise of my life."

A slow smile spread across her face, as did a rosy blush. “It's the only thing I could think of to show you how much of an impact you made on me."

He looked around the room at his various toys. “Oh I can think of many other ways."

She rolled her eyes, and he tapped her on her butt in retaliation. “It was a beautiful gesture, but I think we need a new agreement."

She blinked up at him. “We do?"

"Mmm hmm.” He nuzzled her neck. “If you're going to be my submissive to do with as I please, I think we'll need some new rules."

She blanched. “More rules? Don't we have enough?"

"Just one. But it's the hardest one of all.” He reached between them to rub her already bunched nipples. “No more running."

She opened her mouth to say something. He narrowed his gaze and pressed two fingers to her lips. “Say it."

Her breath hitched before she spoke. “No more running,” she repeated.

"Good girl. Because next time... I'm not letting you go."

A smile curled her lips, lust and love shining in her eyes. “Thank you, Master."

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From the moment Eliza read her first erotic romance novel several years ago, she knew she had found her niche and realized that her dream was passing her by. So after years of thinking about it she finally grabbed her laptop and wrote. These days she likes her stories hot and spicy whether they be contemporary, fantasy or paranormal and will write in whatever genre her imagination has conjured that day.

Eliza lives in beautiful North Carolina and spends her days dividing her time between writing erotic romance, her full- time job as a marketing manager and raising her two daughters.

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