Destined for the Dom (Masters of Submission, #2)(28)

A whimper of disbelief left her lips, as he began filling her butt with his cock. “Jesus, Master. It feels wonderful.”

It made him harder still, knowing she was turned on. He enjoyed watching his large member, as it slowly disappeared inside her puckered hole. Tight whimpers left her lips as her rectal muscles finally submitted and accepted his substantial girth. Standing behind her he pressed his full weight against her ass, squeezing her clit harder against the butterfly.

Fast, immediate breaths began panting from her lungs.

“Master…please.”

“Wait.”

“Oh…it’s so…close.”

Hunter grabbed her hips as he repeatedly thrust his length inside her ass, until he felt her whole body shake, in an effort to please him. Tonight, he’d pushed Zo?’s limits, and she’d come through with flying colors. He was so very proud of her. Now it was time to reward her good behavior. He gripped her hips more tightly and thrust harder. “Come for me now, sub. Come for me.”

“Oh…thank you…Master.” Her words were breathy and submissive. He felt the shudders of relief, racking through her body. They took the form of vibrations that pulsed right to her very core. He felt them gripping his cock, which invaded and controlled her ass. “Hunter, I love you,” she screamed at the top of her voice.

Even though he felt the same way about Zo?, her words took him completely by surprise. For fear of destroying what they had, he held back and kept his mouth shut. All his life he’d been frightened of losing what he loved, and now was no exception. He’d been proved right time and time again. One way or another, if he cared for someone, things always got f*cked up.

“Goddamn you, Hunter Black. Didn’t you hear what I said? I said I love you.” Her tone was insistent and demanded an answer.

His answer.

How he wanted to return her words of love. How he wanted to shout out I love you, too, Zo?. You mean everything to me, but, instead, he thrust harder and deeper, taking her pleasure and his to greater and greater heights. Her screams of sexual fulfillment reached a crescendo, filling the playroom, making him thrust harder still. He wanted to own her, brand her, and bend her to his will. He laid his weight over her back, and slid his hands under her full breasts, squeezing them, teasing the nipples between his finger and thumbs.

“You belong to me now,” he stated gruffly, as he impaled himself once more in her butt.

“Yes, Master.”

“Always.” He rammed his cock fully home, filling her tight ass as he hurtled to his own release. When he came, he jerked inside her, spilling his seed in giant thrusts of sexual gratification. His back arched with the intense pleasure that pulsed in his groin. As he fought for breath, his stomach and chest undulated uncontrollably, making the sweat drip down his torso and catch in his pubic hair.

Breathless, he said, “You have pleased me more than you know, Zo?.” He trailed his fingers across her flushed cheeks, before dipping them into her mouth.

Hunter took a moment longer to enjoy her complete acquiescence. Zo? lay supine, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. He leaned down and kissed her elegant back, before releasing her wrists and head from the stocks. Tenderly he massaged her neck and shoulders, then undid the thick leather restraint securing her waist. After unhooking the buckles at her ankles, he scooped her into his arms and carried her from the playroom. “I’ll run you a warm bath, Peaches. You deserve it.”


If only he could tell her how much he loved her, too.



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The heavy putt, putt, putt of enemy fire kept Hunter firmly on the deck. He looked around at his buddies. As always, Josh, Marty, and Jimmy were right there with him. The insurgents were large in number and holed up in the small village just ahead. He gave the signal to his buddies, and they silently made their way, crawling through the long grass. It was such a beautiful day, the birds were singing, and the sun warmed his back, burning the exposed flesh of his neck.

Suddenly, a brilliant white light blinded his eyes, and a powerful blast of air flattened him to the ground. Silence. Total f*cking silence. Then all he heard was screaming…



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Hunter woke with a start, and sat bolt upright, desperately trying to catch his breath. His naked body was covered with sweat. Every night he’d have the same Goddamn dream. Fuck, he hated the way it just wouldn’t quit. In his nightmare, he was back in Afghanistan, witnessing the death of his band of brothers. In the four years since the tragedy, the dream had barely changed, but just recently he’d been unable to visualize the faces of his dead buddies. Why was that? Josh and Marty had died right in front of him, their bodies ripped apart by the improvised explosive device. Jimmy, his best buddy, had clung to life for a further two months, before finally succumbing to his horrific injuries. Being the only survivor, he guessed he felt guilty. What had been so special about him? Why did he survive when the other guys didn’t?

Feeling irritated and unsettled, Hunter dragged a hand through his hair. He needed to stretch his legs. He glanced at Zo?. In the soft moonlight streaming through the window, he could just make her out, sleeping soundly. How he envied her peace and tranquility. Her breathing was calm and rhythmic, and he reckoned her sleep was beautifully dreamless.

Carefully, so as not to wake her, he slid from the bed, and tenderly pulled the covers around her. Zo? meant the world to him. She’d given him exactly what he desired. In fact, she’d given him far more than mere sexual satisfaction. She’d given him an anchor to hold on to. Like a lost soul, he’d been searching for a missing part, and now he’d finally found it. He knew now that Zo? was that missing part. She was the only person who connected his past, present, and future together. He dragged a hand through his hair again. Just why the f*ck didn’t he tell her he loved her, when she’d opened her heart up to him? Hunter, I love you. Was it the fear of losing her? He couldn’t bear that.