Page 61 of Master of My Life

He stroked her cheek. “I never want you to feel anything but good again.”

“But you didn’t . . . do anything last night?”

Chase’s cheeks warmed. “Not with anyone.”

Sabrina’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

He lifted his hand and wiggled his fingers.

She gasped and giggled. “Oh!”

He grinned and shrugged, then looked across the room. “Like I said, they started stuff out here.”

“Did you want to join in?”

“I thought about it, but then I thought it would have been disrespectful to you since we hadn’t

talked about it.” He studied her face. “Does it bother you that I watched a little?”

Sabrina shook her head. “I wish I could have seen it, but I don’t know how to take care of things

myself.”

“You don’t know how to masturbate?”

Sabrina shook her head. “I wasn’t allowed.” She paused and shivered. “I’ve tried a couple of

times here, but I can’t.”

Chase frowned. This whole time he’d been imagining her playing with herself and thinking of him,

but she wasn’t? How was that possible? When Richard had tamped down her desires after becoming

her Master, it had lasted longer than he’d expected. He cupped her cheek. “Please tell me if you’re

feeling near the breaking point.” Sabrina tried to look away, but he held her chin. “Promise me.”

“I will.” He released her chin, and she gave him a shy smile. “That was kind of hot, too.”

“What was?”

“You making me promise you.” Her cheeks turned pink, and she looked down at his chest. She

squeezed her eyes shut. “I can feel it . . . constantly . . . deep inside me . . .”

“Feel what?”

“The desire.” She bit her lip and then sighed. “When I was younger, my parents would take me

camping, and I loved watching the fire burn down. My mom was a great cook.” She pressed her lips

together. “When we’d make s’mores, my dad told me to put my marshmallow near the white coals

because it was the hottest part of the fire.” She sighed. “My desires . . . they’re like those coals

turning white in a campfire. You put anything near them and it bursts into flames.” She sighed and

twisted her fingers together. “I wish I was normal.”