His to Command #5: The Submission Read Free

breasts. He stroked her nipples, then teased and pinched until her breathing became erratic, pleasure tingling through her. He glided his hands along her sides as he stood, then stroked her behind. Round and round. One hand on each cheek.
    Would he pull back and smack her ass again? When the flat of his hand connected with her flesh, the sharp sound would fill the room.
    She longed to hear it. To feel it.
    But instead he slid his finger under the crotch of her thong and stroked her slit. She sucked in a breath as his fingers slid inside her. At the same time, he pressed his other palm to the base of the butt plug and moved it in a circle, causing the plug to swirl inside her tight channel.
    He chuckled. “Clearly, you like that.”
    She realized she was arching back against his hand. He pushed his fingers deeper and stroked her inner passage. He tore away the thong—she hadn’t realized it had Velcro on the waistband—then she felt something thicker than a finger stroke along her ass. His hot, rock-hard cock glided between her legs, over her slick slit. Back and forth. Stroking her.
    He leaned close to her ear and murmured, “Do you want me to fuck you now?” His breath sent tendrils of hair fluttering along her neck. “To drive my hard cock into you right alongside this?” He wiggled the butt plug, sending electric shimmers through her.
    “Oh, yes, Sir.”
    He positioned his cock against her opening, teasing her with the mushroom-shaped head.
    “When I fill you, it will be like you have two cocks inside you. Like two men are fucking you.”
    “Yes,” she murmured, wishing he would do it right now.
    He continued to stroke her and she oozed with need. Dripping in readiness.
    “Please, Mr. Pearce. I need you inside me.”
    His laugh rumbled from his chest. “Like this?” He drove forward and she gasped as his thick shaft filled her completely.
    Without even giving her time to breathe, he thrust again. His fingers found her clit and he stroked it, and kept on while he drew back and drove forward again. Then again. Pleasure rose in her, building and building with each deep thrust. She squeezed her intimate muscles around him, making her intensely aware of the butt plug filling her other canal.
    He flicked her clit while driving deep and she moaned. Blazing hot pleasure erupted inside her and she wailed. As he kept pounding into her—his hard body bouncing against her, then away with each one—the pleasure intensified, until she exploded in total bliss, her wails turning to screams.
    He groaned. “Fuck, I’m coming.” He jerked against her, then heat blasted her insides as he came inside her.
    They both collapsed against the bench, gasping for air. She had never been so loud in her life. Being in a place where she knew no one could hear her had been liberating.
    Matt’s lips played along the back of her neck, sending quivers of awareness through her. “You’re such a wild thing, I might have to start keeping you on a leash.”
    He stepped back and she felt him draw the butt plug from her opening. His hand glided down her legs, then she felt her ankles being unchained.
    On a leash . For some reason, the idea excited her. She could imagine a collar around her neck with a chain attached. Maybe while she sat by his feet in front of the fireplace, him reading a paper as he stroked her hair.
    He unfastened her wrists and helped her straighten up. Then he scooped her over his shoulder and stroked her bare ass as he carried her up the stairs.

    Matt set Kate down at the top of the stairs, tempted to drag her off to bed and have his way with her again, but knowing they could both use a breather first. His gaze trailed over her body as she preceded him down the hall. Her thong was still in the dungeon somewhere and all she wore were a few straps of leather that covered absolutely nothing.
    Her hips swayed as she walked and he longed to stroke the round, firm flesh.
    Damn, his cock was rising again. It was so difficult