Page 75 of Over the Line

He couldn’t possibly have any idea how difficult that was for her.

Shocking her, he caught a handful of her hair at the root. But because of the way he held her, it didn’t hurt.

“Stand.”

Master Michael helped her, but before she could face him, he kept his hand where it was, preventing her from moving.

“Now kneel for me.”

Again, he was there to help her.

“Legs a little farther apart,” he said, finally releasing his grip on her hair.

Her skirt still around her waist, she complied. Desperately she wished she could look at him so she could decipher his expression. But everything he did was intentional.

Her skirt hung askew, and a gentle breeze cooled her heated pussy.

“Thank me.”

“For what, Sir?”

“My attentions.”

“But I didn’t get to—” She shut her mouth. “Thank you, Sir.”

“I’m not ready for you to come yet.”

“Anything you say, Sir.” He was behaving much more like a Dom than a Top… And it was as annoying as hell.

He moved around to stand in front of her, his crotch at eye level.

“Now you’re going to suck my dick,” he told her. “And you’re going to do a good job of it.”

That she liked to do. She fumbled with his belt, then the fastening on his jeans, and he offered no help, seeming to enjoy watching her struggle.

After finally freeing him, she greedily sucked his cockhead into her mouth. She loved the clean taste of him and his intoxicatingly male scent.

Since he was already semihard, it took no time to get him fully erect. Power pulsed through her as she aroused him.

Master Michael pumped his hips a bit, forcing her to take more of his length. Then as she shifted to get a better angle, he withdrew.

Puzzled, Sydney sat back on her calves and frowned up at him. Was he really going to spend the whole night frustrating her?

“You’re great at that.” His eyelids were partially lowered, and from that she knew that he, too, would prefer they continue.

“I am happy to finish you off, Sir.”

“I’d like that…later. There’s something unutterably rewarding about a state of denial, isn’t there?”

“I’ve been told it’s uncomfortable for men.”

“It can be,” he agreed.

“So then…?”

“I don’t ask you to suffer anything that I’m unwilling to endure.”

His response surprised her. A thought like that would have never entered Lewis’s head.