Part 5 (2/2)

Sandra gasped, her p.u.s.s.y tightening around his thick finger as he pushed inside her. When he added another finger and pushed even deeper she moaned and let her head fall back against the wall, breaking their kiss as she drowned in sensations.

He worked his fingers in and out of her, building the quickly spiraling tension deep inside her pelvis.

”Sandra. Look at me.”

The unwavering demand in his voice broke her out of the sensual haze that held her, and she opened her eyes and lifted her head as best she could.

Immediately his intense blue gaze captured hers, branding her like his fingers that were still deep inside her.

”I want you to look at me while you come, and know who caused you to shatter.”

Something in his tone screamed ”mine!” and she didn't argue. At this moment she would gladly agree to be his sub...his anything, as long as he never stopped what he was doing to her.

The wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of her core filled the air around them as well as the thick, tangy scent of s.e.x. She reveled in both, and only craved more.

”Please...” She hung so close to the edge it was nearly painful. ”Please...”

A darkly mysterious smile curved his sensual lips and he mumbled, ”Such a good little sub. I love it when you beg...” He said it so softly she almost didn't hear it.

He ripped another gasp from her throat as he curled his fingers inside her and stroked her G-spot while at the same time rubbing her c.l.i.t with his wonderfully callused thumb.

She hung on the precipice for a long moment...drowning in the deep blue of his eyes and the torrent of pleasure that raged through her.

”Come for me, Sandra. Come for me.”

At his soft command she exploded, hurtling over the edge and into a deep, endless well of pleasure, as his magic fingers continued to work her. A strangled scream ripped from her throat as the o.r.g.a.s.m stampeded through her.

Only after she'd ridden out the length of her o.r.g.a.s.m and Master Brent smiled and blinked did she realize that the elevator doors had opened and she was looking out at a small crowd of people.

People who had most likely just watched her have the most amazing o.r.g.a.s.m of her life.

She waited for embarra.s.sment or even mortification, but at this moment, she didn't care if the entire city had watched.

She lowered her gaze to Master Brent's and returned his smile.

He calmly removed his fingers from her core and raised them to his face. ”I think we need to discuss some of those...administrative details.”

He slid his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean, and Sandra's breath caught in her throat, her nipples tightening into hard buds and her c.l.i.t screaming for attention all over again.

Master Brent leaned forward, his hard c.o.c.k grinding against her sensitive slit, and he licked a slow line across her lower lip, pausing as he watched her.

She opened her mouth and traced her tongue over her bottom lip where he'd licked her.

His eyes dilated and his mouth crushed down on hers, his tongue invading her and claiming her.

Sandra was surprised to find that her taste was still in his mouth-tangy and sweet. She sucked his tongue, loving the jolt inside her body when he pressed his hard c.o.c.k against where she wished it could be without all their clothes in the way.

”My apologies, again, Sandra.” He smiled and it almost looked wolfish...anything but sorry. ”It's time for us to finish up those details we've been putting off. I'm usually much more in control of myself.” He shook his head, still looking flushed, aroused, and s.e.xy as h.e.l.l.

He gently set her on her feet and turned toward the now closed elevator doors.

Sandra hadn't even heard them close, or heard the murmurs of the watching crowd go suddenly silent. But she had been very distracted at the time.

Master Brent inserted his key into the panel and pressed the b.u.t.ton for level 4.

Sandra caught her breath at the knowledge that they would soon be alone again in his office.

- Brent guided Sandra out of the elevator and back to the love seat she'd sat on earlier. He forced himself to walk around his desk and sit behind it rather than giving in to the temptation that she presented.

Her lips were still swollen, her face flushed from their time in the elevator, and he could still smell and taste her arousal. Although when he finally had the chance, he'd like to tie her up and feast on her p.u.s.s.y until he had memorized every nuance and could remember her taste in his sleep.

He glanced up to find her watching him intently, and he forced himself to concentrate on the administrative duties they'd come up here for. He'd never had a problem keeping his mind on business when it was needed. But she splintered his concentration and frayed his control. He would need to guard against both. He couldn't afford to let his business sense lag every time she was around. Both Club Desire and his continued involvement with his international business-consulting clients depended on that.

He pulled a members.h.i.+p contract out of his lower desk drawer and filled out Sandra's name and the date. ”This is our standard full members.h.i.+p contract. If you have any questions, please let me know.”

”Could I read that tonight or tomorrow and bring it back with any questions I have before I sign it?” A smile curved her full lips and she met his gaze squarely, waiting for his response.

Warmth burst inside his chest. Not only beautiful, but smart as well. And he noted a spark of confidence she hadn't yet had in high school, which took her from extremely attractive to stunning. Probably a good thing she didn't have that spark in high school or he might never have recovered after she'd turned him down. ”Absolutely.” He pa.s.sed over the contract and she placed it on her lap before returning her gaze to his.

”Now let's discuss limits. You mentioned earlier that you weren't yet sure about all of yours, but let's start with what you know and we'll go from there.”

She nodded once, slowly, while she kept his gaze. He could tell from the dimming of her smile that she wasn't looking forward to this part of their discussion. ”You said you don't like hard pain and are very leery of being hit or slapped on the face or neck. Correct?”

A furrow formed between her brows and a frown pulled at her lips, as if she were surprised he remembered her mentioning that.

He nearly told her he had always catalogued things like that, ever since high school, but he bit back the words. It wasn't yet time for that discussion, and he needed to stay focused on the topic at hand.

”That's correct.” She raised her chin, the line of her body confident and sure. ”Also, I like to take things slow. I know a lot of Doms want to push your limits, and I'm sure that's fine for a lot of subs, but I would prefer to be eased into that. Even though I've had two Doms, I don't really know what I like yet, and what I don't like, beyond the vanilla realm. Not really.”

Surprise and jealousy sliced deep. He thought Diego had been her first and only Dom. But he knew he'd jumped to that conclusion. ”You've had two Doms?”

She nodded, her confident expression fading. ”When I first joined the dungeon in New York my roommate introduced me to Master Scott.”

His attention sharpened, and he suddenly needed to know why Scott hadn't protected her when he realized what was happening with Diego. Once Sandra was his, as a sub or something more permanent, he would protect her. He had stopped trying to remind himself that she would never be his, and embraced the knowledge that she would be. ”Was Master Scott still your main Dom when things started getting out of control with Diego?”

Her expression darkened and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth in what seemed like an unconscious mannerism. ”No. Master Scott's job transferred him across the country, so I was left without a Dom after only eight months. Diego was new to the dungeon and I thought he would have the time, like Master Scott had, to be patient with me as I got comfortable with new things. Master Scott had been great about that. And at first, Diego seemed like a good Dom. Kind, but intense. I even watched him play scenes with some of the other more experienced subs before I agreed to play with him.”

Brent made a conscious effort to soften his gaze. ”What happened then?”

Tension suddenly radiated from her, her hands balled into fists in her lap, her gaze downcast.

He swallowed hard in an effort to keep his anger at bay. It definitely wasn't directed at Sandra, and it wouldn't help them build trust. ”Sandra.”

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