Page 18 of Master B-0361

Deeper, he pushed. Had my eyes gotten bigger? Terrified. I sure felt horror as the truth began to sink in. The unstable legs with Mae. The weakness.

“You’re going to be good, and you’re going to give me reason to trust you.”

I debated closing my eyes. The thought of staying like this permanently kept them open.

“That’s right. Safe. Here. Just like this with me.”

I blinked rapidly as he began to lower me back to his chest. It was enough to have Sebastian pausing and keeping me upright.

“I don’t need you to say anything, Margaret. You agreed. You’re staying.” His eyes were lowering to my breasts. As hisknees drew up and his free hand went to cup the fullness, I blinked rapidly again. Or I tried to. Quick actions were hard.

“Stop.Feel.” He pinched my nipple, bridging his arm as he let his palm slide to hold to my hip. His bicep flexed as he held me in position, so much stronger and bigger than I had known. The way his hips moved as he fucked me and held me suspended above him was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I was in awe. Amazed, when I should have been saying a damn prayer. I wasn’t…I was blinking again. And again. And again. Until he was groaning.

“I should flip you facedown so all I can see is the part that matters. If I let you free and you do something stupid, you’re dead to me. Maybe in all ways.”

I blinked.

Seconds passed as he went back to biting his lip and thrusting again. Just when I thought maybe he wasn’t going to say it, the words were whispered through his moan.

“Maggie-Lynn.”

My body jolted, and I did finally gasp. Sensations were firing through me, adjusting as I moved my hands to press into his chest.

“What? What was so important that you had to glitch out?”

My head shook. I didn’t trust myself to say words. Instead, I braced on my knees, lifting and lowering to take him back inside of me. My Master’s mouth parted, and a moan left me as I put everything I had into fucking him at the paceIneeded. And it worked. Both of his hands hesitantly lifted to my breasts. I ground myself down, taking every inch of his cock.

The wetness was unreal. I could feel it all over his balls. All on my inner thighs as I picked up the pace. My eyes were opened, and I couldn’t stop staring at the man who was torn on the woman who’d just taken control. I could see his uncertainty, andI didn’t want to bring attention to that. I wanted him to feel like the one in power, even though it was me who held it.

“Come.” I leaned forward, wrapping my hand along the side of his throat, trying to urge him to lift from the bed. “Sit up and help me. I’m so close. I need you to—” My deep moan took over as he rose, holding around me as I continued to ride him. “Right there.Please.”

Sebastian’s long forearm barred across my back while he held to my opposite shoulder. He was bringing me up and down, letting me move and rotate my hips to the speed I needed. I didn’t think as I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing us closer. My chest pressed into his, and I met his mouth as if he weren’t some deranged, psychopathic killer. My Master and I met with chemistry. As lovers desperate for things we’d never get again. And maybe we wouldn’t if he killed me.

“There. Yes. Right there.”

He was drinking in my sigh. Swallowing my whimpers with every greedy kiss. I could feel his cock swelling, and I was hungry to have the only piece of him I ever would. I locked my legs around his waist, squeezing as I forced my weight down, and him deeper inside of me. I needed nothing else but his cum as I screamed through the spasms. And he gave it to me, moaning out just as loud as he crushed me to him, holding me down to him.

“Fuck. God. Fuck.Margaret.”

But that’s all it took to completely turn my world upside-down.

One name in the heat of his passion…and it wasn’t hers.It was mine.

Master B-0361

“Ithought I might find you here. Did you order my drink, or did you think I wouldn’t show?”

I didn’t have to turn to know it was Master Twelve-twelve moving in next to me at the bar. This was routine for us. Two men, heartbroken over the women we loved. Drinking more than we needed. Although Rob hadn’t lost his wife, he might as well have. He had hope she’d awaken from the poisoning she’d almost succumbed to after he bought her, but that wasn’t the case. He didn’t give up…just like me. At least he had something to fight for. Even if it was a lost cause. Me, I was fighting a ghost. Fighting for something I had lost sight of not hours ago. Had I used Margaret’s name in passion? Had I completely shut her down the moment I realized what I’d done?

“I was hoping I wouldn’t see you here.”

“That would have been nice.”

I scooted one of the multiple shot glasses towards him as I continued to go back and forth, taking shots and sipping my Jack and Coke.

“Look at you, Three-sixty-one. Pajama pants and a t-shirt. That’s a first. This must be a celebration. You’re hitting it hard tonight. Bad day?”

A nearly silent laugh left me.