The experience felt unreal, the way she’d imagined it so many times. It was like she’d conjured him out of her darkest fantasies.
He was no longer Mac, she no longer Maggie. Instead, Sir and his submissive played their fun and games. She moaned, losing herself in the woman she’d always wanted to be.
“I said let go,” he growled.
She hadn’t heard him. “Sorry, Sir. I didn’t hear you.”
“Being bad already? I think we need that safeword.”
Maggie nodded, unable to look away from him. Punishment? She’d dreamed about that since she’d first read it in a novel. Spankings, pinches, maybe even a little biting. She’d never tried the kinkier stuff with any of her lovers, but she’d imagined doing it. So many times.
“Pick a word, Maggie.” Mac pulled her closer by her hair, tilting her chin back to expose her neck. He sucked at her pulse and nibbled his way to her cheek. The small bites stung and made her wetter.
“Strawberry,” she whispered. “That’s my safeword.”
“Good. You say that if you feel like we need to stop. I’ll respect that boundary.” He stared into her eyes. “I’m not bullshitting about that. You say no, I’ll keep going. Stop, wait, those don’t mean anything. The minute you say strawberry, I’ll cease, no question. Say it for me.”
“Strawberry.”
“And don’t be afraid to say it. I don’t think you’ll need it tonight, but I want to be safe.” He paused. “And speaking of safe… You on birth control?”
She nodded, glad to have this conversation. A lot of guys felt weird about condoms, but she’d rather be protected from the onset.
“I know you haven’t had sex in a while.”
She frowned at his grin.
“Now, now. Don’t be embarrassed.” His grin faded. “I haven’t gotten laid in four long-ass months.” He glared at her. “Some tight ass at the gym has been messing with my head.”
She blinked at him. “Really?”
“Really, Sir.” He pinched her nipple.
“Sir,” she breathed.
“That hurt. And you liked it, didn’t you?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
Mac closed his eyes for a moment then opened them. “Jesus, Maggie. You’re incredible.” He took a deep breath then let it out. “I’ve always worn a condom. Well, with the women I’ve been with in the past. I won’t lie. I’ve dated a good bit. But nothing lasted.” His eyes darkened. “I want to come inside you. You okay with that? I’m clean, but you can’t know for sure. So if you want me to wear a rubber, I will.”
“I trust you.” She didn’t have to think about it. With her safety, her job, even sex, she trusted him. That he wouldn’t hurt her emotionally was a completely different story. But she wouldn’t have to worry about that if they just had sex. Not making love, just sliding tab B into slot A. Period.
“Thank God.” He grinned. “Now, little sub, get back to what you were doing. Touch me. And then we’ll get started on my pants.”
Mac swore as she embraced her role. Maggie Doran had been starring in his nightly fantasies for a while. But the reality far surpassed his imagination. She hungrily sucked his nipples, and he’d been sporting a hard-on that could split wood since he’d seen her in that ugly robe. Fuck, but he’d been hard pressed not to ram himself in her and just come.
He needed the respite, but this torturous road to pleasure felt so much better. He liked depriving himself. Plus it let him see how much of her he could take.
The woman played hell on his control. He’d never been so close to losing it from some heavy petting and kissing. For that reason he’d remained dressed long after he would have gotten naked with anyone else.
He ordered her to stop, and she pulled away looking dazed. Those tits swayed, and she panted, in lust. For him. “Now my pants. I want you to take your time. You’re not to touch my cock. Just get my clothes off.”
Or he’d lose it. Coming in two seconds wouldn’t impress her. And he needed to show her he was worthy of ordering her around. He remained still, lifting his legs only to help her after she removed his shoes and socks. When her hands moved to his fly, it was all he could do to remain still. She finally had his jeans around his knees. But when she shifted to completely remove them, her cheek brushed against his underwear, sliding down his erection.
A damp spot clearly indicated how much he wanted her. His slit had been wet since he’d seen her large nipples. And that taut belly… Her pussy was drool-worthy. She had a thin strip of hair on her mound, making for easy access when he ate her out. In the next two seconds if she didn’t hurry.
“Quit playing, Maggie.”
She took off his jeans and underwear and turned to put them on the chair. He wouldn’t let her turn back around.
“Don’t move. That’s it. Bend over the chair and spread your legs.”
“Yes, Sir.” Man, her breathy voice really did it for him.
“More. Thrust your hips back. That’s it.” Christ, he could see her wet thighs and pussy. All that cream just for him.
He couldn’t wait any longer. Mac covered her like a stallion and slid his cock between her folds. Not inside her, but against her, and the friction only whetted his appetite for more.
She bucked under him, and he held her still with his much larger frame. “Ever been ass fucked, little sub?” He wanted to take that small hole in the worst way. Because it, and every other part of her, was his. Anal with other women had never been a big deal. With Maggie, it made claiming her that much more complete.
“No, Sir.”
“Then we’ll have to remedy that. But not tonight.” He humped her, sliding between her cleft but not penetrating. Not yet. “You’re so hot and wet. You feel good.”
He hugged her, cupping her breasts and making sure to graze her clit with each pass of his cock.
“Please, Mac. God, more.”
“What’s that?”
“I mean Sir.”
“Naughty.” And time for him to back off before he came. He let her go. “Get on the bed on your back. Spread your legs wide.”
She hurried to obey. Nothing timid about her now. She wanted to be fucked. Needed to be ridden, hard. But he wasn’t about to stop playing yet.
Mac let her have a good look at him. “See this?” He held himself and stroked a few times, aware she bit her lower lip with desire. So sexy. He wanted her to suck his dick but knew if she did their time would be over before it began. “This is all for you, Maggie. For my little sub.”
“I want you inside me, Sir.”
“You want?” He shook his head. “It’s what I want that matters.”
She quickly nodded. “Yes, Sir. Whatever you want.”
“I want to taste you.”
Her eyes widened.
“That’s right.” He released his hold on his cock and joined her on the bed, kneeling between her legs. “I want to eat my pussy. Show me where it aches, sub.”
Maggie moaned, arched her head back, and put her hand over her pussy. “Here, Sir.”
“No, don’t point to it. Touch yourself. Let me see that clit. Hold yourself open for me.”
She spread her lower lips, showing her glistening, engorged clitoris. “Please, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Mac levered closer and closed his mouth over her. She tasted wild, a spice that went straight to his head and made him dizzy with the need to take. She cried out and fisted the bed, and he sucked harder, wanting to make her crazed. “Don’t come yet, sub. Wait for Master to let you.”
She moaned, and he knew she was as into the fantasy as he was. Giving and taking, sharing the dream of possession that swung both ways.