Wild Darkness: Paranormal MF BDSM Romance (Wolves on the Prowl Book 4) Read Free

once about how you couldn’t cross a chasm with two great leaps. Either you jumped and made it across, or you tumbled into the darkness. She was willing to risk the fall.
    “Stay,” she said.
    He said nothing for a moment, just kept stroking her hair. The light touch felt good. Where else would he touch her? And how?
    “You’ve pleased me,” he said. “You deserve a reward.”
    Excitement quivered in her belly.
    “Close your eyes.”
    She did. Then she felt him squat next to her. One finger trailed her cheek. “Have you not remembered your manners?”
    The censure in his tone made her flinch. She swallowed the knot in her throat then she licked her lips. “Thank you, Master.”
    He drew back the curtain of her hair and kissed her throat. “Stand up.”
    She rose to her feet. The game had begun, and she had every intention of playing it to the end. He grasped her hand and pulled her forward. Then he turned her, and she realized her bed was now behind her. Anticipation sparked. Her pussy was already wet for him.
    “Roni’s choice,” he said. “What do you want for your reward? A kiss here --” He put a finger against her mouth. “-- or here?” The finger swept down her body to her clit.
    “I want…” She hesitated, and then thought: What the hell . “Both. I want both.”
    He chuckled. “Clever girl. Then both you shall have.”
    She wanted to look, but if she even slitted her eyes, he’d know, and he’d punish her. She very much wanted those kisses, and she would be obedient to get them. Maybe later she’d test her Master’s resolve.
    He knelt at her feet.
    “You have a luscious cunt.” He peeled back her labia and she knew he was studying the glistening pink of her pussy.
    He leaned forward and breathed her in, then tenderly kissed her lips.
    “M-master?”
    “You may enjoy this,” he said, anticipating her question, her needs.
    Roni quivered. How could he know me so well?
    His slid his tongue over her flesh, gently lapping the evidence of her desire. He took his time, went exquisitely slow. She knew he was learning what she liked, what excited her. He rapidly flicked his tongue over her clit, and then suckled it. Pleasure wound through her, made her skin tingle, made her nipples harden. It had been so long since a man touched her, and much longer, if ever, that one had cherished her.
    She moaned.
    His fingers dug into her hips as he focused fully on pleasuring her. When she succumbed to the incredible orgasm, her body went still, and he pressed his face to her cunt, allowing her pulsations to suck at his tongue.
    Her thighs trembled as he spent delicious seconds licking her come. Her knees felt as though they might crumple, but she kept control of her body. He might be disappointed if she gave in to such weakness.
    Then finally, he rose to his feet. “You did well, Roni.”
    He cupped her face, and kissed her. Fully. Deeply. She tasted her own essence on the sweep of his tongue. She wanted to touch him, to hold him, but she wanted so much more to please him. He could chase her shadows away.
    He pulled back. “How did he make you feel?”
    The question startled her. It also confirmed that he’d known her during her time at the D-Zone. Or maybe he’d been a friend of Graham’s? She hadn’t been allowed to have friends, but he often expected her to cater to his.
    She struggled to think of an appropriate response. Graham had been a mathematics professor, and liked to taunt her with complicated equations. Sometimes his games included figuring out those equations, and she nearly always failed to do so. Her punishments had been harsh.
    “Less than,” she said finally. “He made me feel less than.”
    “You deserve better, Roni. You must believe that.”
    “I do,” she said.
    He kissed her softly. “Go to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
    She nodded, but misery darted through her. She felt his thumb brush over her cheekbone. “What is it?”
    “I don’t want to disappoint