Series: Lee Savino
Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“Show me how you touch yourself, Maisy.”
My gaze seeks his. “Um, I’m not sure. I don’t do it much.”
He arches his brow. He’s in Master Matthias mode, and I love it. “How do you make yourself come?”
I think of all the times I’ve made myself come. Every time I was imagining a moment like this, with him. “I, um, ride a pillow.”
“Roll over,” he commands.
I comply, and he promptly smacks my ass.
“Oh!” I jump.
“What do you say when I give you an order?” He slaps the other cheek.
“Thank you, sir!” I exclaim, trying to get it right. “I mean, yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Lift your hips.” I do, and he pushes a pillow under them and between my legs.
He smacks my ass again several times, but lighter than before. “This is a good girl spanking,” he tells me. “To stimulate your erogenous zones and help you let go.”
I surrender, relieved I hadn’t disappointed him. The spanks are stingy and warm but not painful. He’s right, they do stimulate my pussy and my anus.
“That’s it, beautiful,” he purrs, stopping the spanking to rub and massage my ass. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
His fingers delve between my legs. It seems impossible, but I’m even wetter now, and he drags my slick up to my clit and circles the swollen bud. “What do you think about when you make yourself come?” he asks.
I moan. I’ve lost the ability to speak. It feels too good.
But Matthias slaps my ass, sharply this time.
“Sorry, sir! I, um…” Am I really going to admit it? Screw it, why not? “I think about you.”
Matthias
I freeze as my bear roars to the surface. The Moon Cure is burning off fast. I shouldn’t need more so soon, but I didn’t expect her to reveal all her secrets to me.
My fangs are so sharp, they’re aching. I’m ready to savagely claim her right here, right now. To sink my teeth into her flesh and forever claim her as mine.
She thinks about me.
Biologically, it makes sense. My bear recognized her scent as my fated mate. She’s not a shifter, but on some level, her body must’ve known its master. I’d always suspected the reason I made her so flustered and nervous as a teen was that some part of her knew we belonged together.
The moment I have my bear under control, I crawl over my lovely mate, trailing kisses along her shoulder as my fingers reach under her hips. I cup between her legs, and even though she’s a virgin, her body welcomes my index finger inside her.
“You think about me, beautiful?” My voice is a dark rumble right beside her ear.
I want to fuck her so badly it hurts. But I can’t. Not until she’s ready. Not unless I’m absolutely sure I won’t fuck up, lose control, and hurt her.
“Yes,” she breathes. “I always have.”
Oh, fuck. My lengthened canines graze her shoulder. Even though I want to breathe in her cinnamon and caramel scent, I pull my head away to avoid the temptation of accidentally on purpose marking her. I roll my hips against her ass, positioning the bulge of my cock between her legs as the heel of my hand grinds down on her clit. I stroke in and out of her with my index finger, widening her entrance, training her to take my cock.
“Am I doing this in your fantasies?” I nip her ear and tug.
Her thighs start to tremble beneath mine. She’s almost ready to come.
“Um…”
“Do you remember the rule I gave you, beautiful?”
“Hmm?” She wriggles her hips. Her inner thighs squeeze around my wrist.
I make my voice stern. “You don’t come without my say-so.”
“Oh.” She stops grinding, but her inner thighs still quake, like she’s trying, but failing to relax.
I decide to keep edging her and change up the position before she comes.
Time for a little pain.
I lift off her and pull the pillow out from under her hips. “Roll over, sweetness. I’m going to help you remember to behave.”
Maisy rolls over. Her cheeks are flushed, her blonde hair falls across her face. Her eyes are glassy and dilated. My female is in the throes of lust.
I pick up her ankles and lift her hips in the air, exposing her ass. I don’t spank her hard. Just a light titillation to set every nerve ending on fire.
She pants and wriggles, letting out little cries and mewls that nearly make me jizz in my pants. Despite my pleasure in mastering her, I don’t have the urge to cause her real pain. I’m only interested in her pleasure.
All the times I dommed males and females there, I never once had sex with them. I never let them see me come. From the moment I realized Maisy was mine, I saved my orgasms for her.
It seems Maisy has done the same. All this time, I’ve been the only one for her. Perhaps she’s not so much a late bloomer or as innocent as I thought. Perhaps she’s just been waiting all this time for her one true master.