She squirmed as he pushed all the way in, but lubed as he was, he had a much easier time taking her than the last foray in her bedroom.
“What would make you happy, little sub?” he asked once he’d seated himself balls deep. Christ, she was tight.
“Master. Yes,” she hissed when he shifted and ground against her. “Come inside me. Fill me up, please, Sir.”
“Yeah.” He started fucking her, slowly, so he could watch himself glide in and out of her. She clamped down on him so beautifully, as if she’d been made for him. The pleasure was out of this world. “You feel good, sub. So tight. That’s it. Squeeze me as I fuck you. Come hard.”
She clenched, and he lost his mind. He pumped faster, at his limit, yet remained conscious of his desire to make it just as good for her. He rubbed her clit and deliberately slowed down, feeling the ecstasy bunch at the base of his spine, fill his balls and travel throughout his body. He was coming hard, but he wanted her with him.
“Yes, Master. Oh God.” She tried to rip her hands free from the chains but they held. And watching her fight her restraints, lost in the pleasure, took the last vestiges of his control.
He slammed into her ass, rocking with speed while he rubbed her taut clit harder.
“Yes, yes,” she cried. “Sir, yes.”
She clamped on him like a vise, and he saw stars behind his eyes as he shot forward and held, pumping into her ass.
“Maggie, oh fuck.” He continued to grind her clit, knowing the sensation would only fuel her pleasure, especially when the pain hit.
She jerked and cried out again, and he felt another ripple pass through her.
Mac pulled his hands away but remained inside her. He stared down at his submissive, lost in the cloud of pleasure drugging his being. This was what he’d been missing his entire fucking life.
“You okay, Maggie?”
She blinked up at him like a well-fed cat. “Oh, God. That was so good, Sir.” The natural way she said that told him she’d embraced his dominance. No pause, no halfhearted Sir.
“Who’s your master, sub?” he asked softly.
“You, Sir.”
“And who are you to me?”
“Your sub, Sir.” Maggie smiled, and then that smile faded.
“What’s wrong?” He had a feeling he knew. Maggie had gotten off like he had, sensing a connection, having experienced the ultimate in pleasure. And like him, she wanted to run for the hills and not look back. For that reason, he wouldn’t let either one of them escape. As scary as it seemed, he refused to cower or escape without seeing this through. Strength lay in discipline, and he decided to embrace their unexpected bond. Their new…relationship.
“I like this. A lot.” She paused. “I don’t want it to end, Sir.”
He remained inside her, not willing to give her up. Mac stroked her belly and her breasts, toyed with the clamps and the chain. She bit her lip but said nothing.
“Tell me the truth. You don’t like the thought of me with Megan or any of the others.”
She scowled, and he hid a grin. His feisty sub excited him still. Even after experiencing the ultimate high, he wanted her again.
“No, Sir. I don’t like the thought of you with any of those skanks.”
He raised a brow, pleased when she blushed. “Did you miss me these last few days?”
She sounded miserable when she answered, “Yes, Sir.”
“Did you mean what you said last time? That I was too fast for you?” That still irked him.
“No, Sir.”
“What? I can’t hear you.” He jerked the chain, and she moaned. He felt a twitch in his balls, a need for more of his little sub.
“No, Sir,” Maggie said in a louder voice.
“Then why did you say it?”
She sighed but didn’t look away. “To needle you. You’re arrogant.” She smiled. “Sir.”
“True.”
Her lips firms and her eyes watered. “And I wanted you to come back to me again. But I didn’t want to ask you to.”
“Why not?”
“Because you might say no.” A tear slid down her cheek, and Mac felt his heart break along with hers.
“Oh, damn. Maggie, don’t cry.” He kissed the tear and wiped her cheeks. “Honey, if you can’t feel what you do to me, I must not be doing it right.”
Her short laugh tensed her body against his, and he sucked in a breath. He started to grow hard again. “This, us, we’re going to take it day by day, all right?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want a relationship?” Funny, but it no longer hurt to say the word.
“N-no, Sir.” She didn’t seem sure, and he thought he saw longing in her eyes.
He thought about it. Maggie, for all that she was a bombshell, had been hurt in the past. Hell, the woman had been celibate for months in an effort to distance herself from losers. Sure she’d be scared about trying someone new. But Mac wasn’t just anyone. He was her master.
“Too bad, little sub. You have one now.”
Her eyes widened, and he continued, sure of himself and where this relationship needed to go. For now. Just for now, he told himself. Maybe he could help Maggie see that not all guys were fuckheads while pleasing them both in the process. A win-win.
“I’m your master, and you’re my sub. We don’t fuck anyone else while we’re in this relationship. At work and when not in bed, you’re you, I’m me. You call me dickhead, asshole, whatever floats your boat.” Her slow smile warmed his entire body. “I can’t promise not to take charge, because that’s who I am. But you’ll never be punished for something outside our zone. This, us together like this, Master to sub, that’s our zone. And when we’re in it, you’ll know.”
“Are we in it now, Sir?” she asked softly, no longer looking sad, but ecstatic.
“You’re damn right we are.” He wiggled his hips and grew harder. “You lied to me. You deliberately hurt your master’s feelings to manipulate me.” And nicely done. She’d had him committed to punishing her without having to expose herself at all. No rejection from him, because she’d goaded him into returning to prove a point. “You’re a tricky little sub, but I can handle that.”
She could keep up with him. He knew it.
“Yes, Sir.” She looked down, but the curl of her lips gave her away.
“You’re not upset you hurt your master’s feelings?” he had to work to still his own grin.
“O-of course I am, Sir.” She laughed. “Oops. I really am sorry.” She shifted, and he slid deeper inside her again.
Mac withdrew and stood, his erection at half mast. “Time to show you who’s really boss. I top, not you.”
She looked confused, but that was okay. He’d explain it to her one inch at a time.
Maggie stood under the spray and watched Mac out of the corner of her eye. Good Lord, but if the man know how happy she was right now, he’d probably paddle her. He’d been plotting and planning how to manage her for days, when she’d thought he’d tired of her.
Excitement spiraled through her, and she had to remind herself not to look like a kid at Christmas. As he stood there glaring at her, like a Greek god under the spray of water, she averted her gaze and continued to wash him. She loved touching him, and the soap made his skin feel silky, so that running her hands over his arms and chest and belly was like stroking pure pleasure.
“You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you?” Mac rasped as she massaged his cock and balls. He was hard, and she got off making him so aroused.
“Yes, Sir.”
“You like getting me worked up, don’t you?” He gripped her by the throat, and she moaned.