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doesn’t happen I won’t stop and cane you.”
    “Are you going all romantic on me, Sir?”
    “I’ll start out with romance, but…”
    He hesitated, and Sam understood. “But you may get
rough with me, once we get started.”
    His hand rubbed down her back, almost an apology, and
she pulled back to look up to him. “Ethan, by the time you get us there, it’s
likely we’ll both want you to let your inner caveman free so you can take me,
and get what you need from me.”
    He kissed her forehead. “I considered giving you your
safeword back, but I think it’s better to just have you tell me if it’s too
much. I can tell from your noises if it’s a good hurt or a bad hurt, and you
can always tell me it’s a bad hurt if you don’t think I’m getting it.”
    Relieved he understood what had her worried, she
merely said, “Thank you, Sir.”
    “You’re welcome.” He stepped back and motioned to the
bed. “Hands and knees, and face the footboard so we can see the ocean.”
    He took his time lubing and stretching her ass, and
she hadn’t expected it to feel so different without gloves. The rough texture
and extra friction of his fingers didn’t exactly hurt, but gave a completely
different experience. By the time he stepped away from her, Sam wanted him to sink into her, wanted to feel the warm skin of his cock sliding inside
her. Stretching her. Owning her.
    Instead, he moved to stand in front of her, at the
foot of the bed with his cock standing at attention and a jar of coconut oil in
his hand. “Kiss the head, and then lube me,” he said.
    Sam leaned forward, tenderly kissed the tip of his
cock, and then proceeded to lovingly spread the soft coconut oil along his
length. Her heart sped as he groaned his pleasure, but she kept her focus on
getting him slick.
    He pulled away, used a small towel to clean her hand,
and climbed onto the bed behind her once again.
    “Are you mine?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “I told you not to call me Master until I gave
permission. Until I was undoubtedly your Master. What I didn’t tell you was
that I haven’t allowed anyone to call me Master since I realized I’d eventually
want to find someone to spend the rest of my life with, and I only wanted to
hear the word come from her lips.”
    Sam didn’t know what to say, and her heart sped
impossibly faster as she took in the meaning of his words. She wanted to call
him Master, but he hadn’t exactly given permission. Still, he’d said no threat
of punishment, and had even said she didn’t have to call him Sir , unless
she wanted to.
    And then she got it. He wanted her to call him Master
only if she wanted to. He wanted her to give this to him. He didn’t want to
order it.
    “Oh, Ethan. Master .” She twisted her body to
look back at him. “I’ve wanted to call you Master so many times. Thank you,
Sir. Thank you, Master.”
    His smile warmed her heart. “I love you, too. Now
turn around and face the ocean. I’ve waited about as long as I can for this.”
    He lined up and pushed, gently at first, but then
harder as the thick head didn’t breach as easily as he’d apparently expected.
    Sam gasped as he finally forced his way inside, and
then squeaked as the head cleared the outer muscles and she felt the
difference in texture.
    She lowered the front of her body until her chest
rested on the bed, and stretched her arms to grasp the footboard. Ethan groaned
and said, “Yes. This is perfect. You’re perfect, Samantha. God, I love you.”
    “I love you too, Master.” She gasped as he slid
deeper, and deeper. He’d warned the largest stretching ring was slightly
smaller around than him, but he felt more than slightly larger. God, it
was so much, and he just kept coming. Opening her. Piercing her. Impaling her.
Taking her. Owning her.
    She was prepared for him, but she’d never experienced
depth and width of this magnitude at the same time, and had to work to stay
relaxed as he sank farther and farther, and spread her