Page 28 of Over the Line
For a moment, he paused to tease her pussy.
“Now, now, now,” she chanted.
“Almost.” He stepped back and resumed the spanking until her ass was red.
“I’m going to come without you touching me.” Her fingers were interlaced, and she strained against the rope binding.
Where she’d been soft, she was now tense. He’d never kept a woman waiting for so long, and never had a sub been more deserving.
Michael threw aside the belt and slid three fingers inside her then back out.
“Sir!”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he relentlessly finger-fucked her.
Screaming, she rode his hand, and he kept at it, driving her orgasm, not ceasing until she was twitching wildly and sobbing into the sheets.
When she went limp, he stroked her spine with his fingertips. “Now, little sub, I’m going to fuck you thoroughly.”
Chapter Four
Shattered.
Sydney was completely and utterly shattered.
She collapsed into the mattress and dragged in several breaths. Even though she’d played with a number of Doms and had had a serious D/s relationship, she’d never experienced anything like this.
“Are you all right?”
“Fine,” she mumbled, wrinkling her nose as she struggled to regain her bearings, aware of him moving around the room.
Master Michael had kept her on the edge for at least an hour, and before he’d allowed her a release, he had demanded that she give everything she’d had to offer. The man wasn’t satisfied with her surrendering her body. He insisted she expose her innermost secrets as well.
When he’d left her alone for a short period, he’d uncovered a fear she hadn’t known she had.
Until tonight, she hadn’t been this vulnerable. She’d always been in control of scenes—setting the ground rules.
But Master Michael, with his gentle yet devious ways, went beyond simple whip-wielding. He’d succeeded in pushing her into a submissive mindset, something she’d always resisted.
After unfastening her, he rubbed circulation back into her wrists and shoulders.
“Stay as you are. I’ll be right with you,” he said, his voice rich and husky. “Not more than thirty seconds, I promise.”
Only after she nodded did he walk away.
She squeezed her eyes shut and focused on the splash of running water hitting porcelain. Then there was silence.
Breathing deep, she attempted to compose herself before dealing with him again.
Most times, after being satisfied, she’d thanked the Top, then headed home and back to her life. But tonight, with Master Michael, she was content to stay, at least for the immediate future.
And honestly, now that she’d seen Master Michael’s bare chest and the tattoo that matched the brand she’d seen on the sign above the ranch’s entrance, she wanted him naked and inside her.
His restraint amazed her. Though he’d had an erection for hours, he’d focused his attention solely on her. No doubt he had mad bedroom skills.
More than that, though, he’d backed up his arrogant statements. The orgasm had been worth waiting for. It had curled inside, an incessant demand that his strokes and ministrations fed, and when he had shoved her over the edge, the physical sensation had ripped its way out.
She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she felt him sit on the mattress behind her. He was a big man, and the mattress was forced to yield to him, just as she had been.