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She pushed her lower body towards him.

“So natural.”

“I…”

“Come for me, girl.” He applied pressure to her G-spot. “
Now.”

She convulsed as she yelled his name.

He whispered nonsensical words to her as she rode the climax, then continued to encourage her as the tremors receded. He brushed back her hair and traced the outline of her jawbone.

“That’s not possible,” she told him.

“Obviously,” he agreed.

“Most times I don’t orgasm at all.”

“Then I’m a lucky man.” He meant it. He adored women, and he was never blasé about their submission or their pleasure. It was an honour, and he knew it. “Thank you.”

She opened her eyes. “Thank you, Sir.”

“I was hoping you’d mind your manners.”

“Or I’d earn another spanking?”

“No doubt,” he agreed.

“In that case, I should have kept my mouth closed.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You liked that, did you?”

“Tomorrow I’ll deny it.”

“Fair enough. Tonight?”

“Yes,” she said, “I liked it.”

He reached to unfasten her wrists.

“Sir’s cock is hard.”

She was observant. It would take him less than half a dozen strokes to spill his load. He’d be fantasising about her while he did so.

“Fuck me?” she asked.

He dropped his hand and looked at her.

“I want you inside me.”

“We didn’t really talk about having sex.”

“I don’t want to talk about it. Surely someone here has a condom?”

He cradled her chin between his thumb and forefinger, and he met her gaze. “I refuse to take advantage of you,” he said.

“It’s not taking advantage,” she countered. “I want you to fuck me. Now. Hard. Deep.”

“We need to discuss what happened. You probably have questions, maybe something you need to say to me—”

“You can’t have it both ways, Sir. Either I’m a woman capable of asking for what I want, like you said, or I’m not. I want sex. I want you to fuck me. I want you to do it hard.”

He set his jaw. He wasn’t adverse to sex with a sub after a scene, but with Julia, he was in unexplored territory. He wanted to get on with her aftercare, but doing what she needed was part of being a conscientious Dom.

“If you don’t want to, I could ask someone else—”

“Don’t. You’re mine, Julia, for tonight. If you want to be fucked, I’ll be the one to do it.”

“Please,” she said.

“You need to think about this.”

“Fuck me or let me go so I can find someone who will.”

He didn’t blister women’s behinds in anger. He prided himself on control. Tonight was the first time he’d ever been tempted. She was goading him, and he knew it. But that didn’t make her threat easier to take.

He let go of her and stood. He took two steps back.

“Do you want me to beg?” she asked, her voice husky with need. “I will, but I wish you wouldn’t make me.”

“I want to be sure you know what you’re doing.”

Her head was tipped back so she could look at him. He knew the position had to be uncomfortable. Her eyes were bright with unshed tears.

“Take me. I want you to use me. As I said, if you don’t want me—”

“Shut the hell up,” he snapped.

“Fuck me,” she said softly.

“Use your safe word any time.” Part of him was surprised she hadn’t already.

She nodded.

“Would you like me to untie you?”

“No. Like this,” she said. “I want to be bound and helpless.”

Jesus.
He ran a hand through his hair, perplexed. He’d never been with a sub like her.

“I want the experience. Give it to me. Do me,” she urged. “Quit talking me to death and fuck me.”

When he didn’t immediately respond, she strained against the leather straps.

“Tell me your safe words.”

“Yellow and red. And I am so green right now it’s like being in a forest.”

Enough said. He took his wallet from his back pocket and fished out a condom. He placed it alongside her, on top of the horse.

He toed off his boots then hastily removed the rest of his clothes.

His cock jutted out, and he throbbed with need.

Wanting to establish the right and natural order between them, remind her who was in charge, he moved back towards her and captured her hair with his left hand. He used his right hand to guide his cockhead across her lips. “Suck it.”

Dutifully she opened her mouth.

He slid his cock inside the heat of her mouth. She licked him tentatively. “Get on with it,” he told her.

He knew the angle was awkward, and obviously she hadn’t had a lot of experience giving head, but her innocence enthralled him. He imprisoned her head and bent his knees slightly. “That’s a girl.” He thrust his hips shallowly.

She gagged slightly but didn’t try to pull away. Instead, she doubled her efforts to suck him.

He wouldn’t normally play with a woman like this until the third or fourth meeting. But her sounds of enthusiasm drove him. He wanted her.

He held both sides of her head. Finally, knowing he was on the verge of ejaculating, he stilled her. “Stop.”

It took her a couple of seconds to obey. In future—if there was a future—he wouldn’t tolerate that kind of behaviour. “It’s customary to thank a Dom for allowing you the privilege of sucking his cock.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she said dutifully.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to release you before I take you from behind?”

“Just get on with it. Sir.”

Her muscles had to be tired and achy. Her request to remain tied up puzzled him. But he had no doubt, if he let her go without giving her sex, she’d find someone else. He wasn’t sure why the thought bothered him.

Marcus didn’t need to stroke his cock before rolling the condom down his length. Even if she hadn’t taken him in her mouth, the sight of her punished skin would have made him instantly hard. “Your ass is still red,” he told her as he moved behind her. “And so are the backs of your legs. It might be difficult to sit tomorrow.” If they were at his place, he would make her soak in the hot tub before he rubbed her with arnica and put her to bed.

Using both of his hands, he parted her buttocks and he teased her pussy with his cock, sliding back and forth, making sure she was ready before entering her.

“Oh, Sir, fill me!”

He had to angle his body to take her standing up. Ideally, she’d be farther over the horse, but he had no doubt this would suit her needs.

With a single, solid thrust, he surged into her. “Take me,” he told her.

“Give it to me.”

“Your cunt is so hot, girl. Is this what you need?”

“Yes!”

She squeezed him tight. He dug his fingers deeper into her shoulders to control his responses. “Tell me what you want.”

“More. Harder.”

He changed the angle, gripping one of her hip bones, and reached between their bodies to stroke her.

She shook and shuddered. “Please, please, please!”

“Come,” he told her. He gave a sharp slap to her right thigh.

She screamed and convulsed, straining against the straps and trying to grind her pussy against the horse. He’d known she was hot, but this even surprised him. She was honest in her reactions, and she screamed his name.

Finally, she stilled, sagging against the horse.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” he told her.

Chapter Five

Julia felt blissful, as if she were detached in time and space. She had no idea anything like this existed. It was one thing to hear stories over cocktails or to witness a scene, but to be a participant, to have pain sear across your skin and then an orgasm that left you shattered…

Her breaths came in short bursts. The awkward position meant she couldn’t completely fill her lungs. Being stretched wide and having her head hang down left her slightly disoriented.

The backs of her legs ached from his tawse. Every place Master Marcus had touched had become an erogenous zone.

And the way he’d played with her, from squeezing her nipples to smacking her pussy, made longing blaze.

She was glad she’d promised herself only one night. It would take forever to sort through the implications of everything they’d done.

This evening, desire had driven her. She was hyperaware of herself as a sensual being. For the first time in her life, she’d craved domination. She’d needed that joining and completion. She wasn’t the type who generally slept with a man she barely knew. But the feelings he’d caused had overwhelmed her.

She’d needed sex in a way she never had before. She didn’t want to drive home after that spanking filled with that kind of arousal to simply curl up in bed with a vibrator.

Maybe regret over her behaviour would come tomorrow, but tonight, she was sated.

“I’m going to unfasten your bindings,” he said quietly.

That was another thing she’d noticed about him, the way he used his voice, controlling his tone and changing the volume at which he spoke. He could sound as rough as a mountain peak, or as gentle as a July breeze. She responded differently to each, as she was sure he intended.

“Please stay in place and follow my directions.”

“Yes, Sir.” There was no harm in letting him think he was in charge. But the truth was, right now she didn’t think she
could
move.

He loosened her wrists then moved behind her to release her ankles. He took a few minutes to rub her skin. Their time together wouldn’t last much longer, so she decided to enjoy every moment.

“I’m going to help you stand up.”

She started to protest but shut her mouth before one word emerged. He didn’t like to be argued with, and she felt a bit unsteady.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind. He was gentle and firm at the same time. She expected him to help her stand, but he swept her into his arms and held her against his chest.

In a few strides, he’d crossed to the chair then he sat in it, still cradling her. No man had ever cared for her the way he did, and she liked it. Earlier, upstairs, he’d wrapped her in a blanket. This time, he used his arms to keep her warm.

She became aware of his hard dick beneath her bottom. “You didn’t come,” she said.

“Contrary to what most men would have you think, I will survive the experience.”

“I want you to come.” She looked up at him. “And no, I don’t need to talk about it.”

For several seconds that dragged, she waited for his answer. She’d never had to ask a man for sex, well, unless it was several months into a relationship and monotony had set in. When the choice was sleep or screw, the choice was often easy. But with Master Marcus… His complexity confounded her.

He discarded the condom, then donned another before saying, “Straddle me.”

She did so, rising onto her tiptoes as he guided his cock towards her pussy. There was something so very liberating about being with a man as comfortable with sex as he was. It made the entire experience richer. He’d cut her off when she’d made comments about the few extra pounds she couldn’t shed. And she sensed he wasn’t saying it merely to be kind. He didn’t see her as flawed or needing a diet. He honestly seemed to appreciate her softness.

She wished she’d seen more of his body.

When he’d taken off his shirt, she’d noticed a smattering of dark hair arrowing downwards to his waist.

“Wrap your arms around my neck.”

She slowly lowered herself onto his shaft. Even though he’d already been inside her, this angle felt different, and he was able to penetrate deeper. He filled her, possessed her.

“Take me,” he told her.

“Easy for you to say,” she replied.

He reached behind her and spread her buttocks. She gasped, and he thrust upwards.

“Much better,” he said when she was fully seated on his cock. “Lean back a bit.”

Once she had, he cupped her breasts and squeezed hard. She moaned, the pain searing and pleasing her. He trapped her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He pulled, then tightened his grip again.

It was as if there was a direct line from her tortured nipples to her clit. She began to rock back and forth, digging her toes into the flooring as an orgasm began to build deep inside.

She’d told him the truth earlier. In an evening, she’d never been able to come more than once. With this man, she had already climaxed a number of times. It typically took her a long time to get aroused, which was why she often preferred a vibrator over a man. In her experience, men didn’t have the patience required to satisfy her. “I…”

“Yeah,” he said. “I want you to come.”

He backed off the pressure on her nipples. Then, as blood flooded back to the tips, he squeezed again.

“Sir, Sir, Sir!” She screamed out her orgasm.

He moved to stroke the column on her spine. The room felt as if it were spinning, and she collapsed against him.

“Damn you’re hot, girl,” he told her.

Long moments later, she became aware of the way he held her. He allowed her the uninterrupted space to ride out the storm.

She stayed where she was, supporting herself on the strength of his shoulders. He was lean, without any excess fat. He either spent time at the gym or did some type of physical labour. Either way, she had never felt more protected than she did with him. “You’re very pleasing, Julia.”

“So are you, Sir.”

“Thank you,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m not an ogre?” he asked again.

“Mostly not.”

When her breathing had returned to normal, he held her around the hips and guided her motions, up and down on his thick, swollen cock.

She had little energy remaining, but this rocking felt good. Having him in her pussy completed her.

“That’s it,” he said.

His voice sounded huskier than she’d heard it before. His fingertips dug into her buttocks. His neck was corded. He wasn’t as controlled as he had been earlier, and that made her feel powerful.

She put her hands in his hair and pulled firmly, like he had done to her.

He moaned then grabbed her shoulders and forced her body downwards as he drove up into her. She responded to his surges by squeezing her internal muscles.

“Damn!”