The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo (Masters of Submission #5)(30)

That very same hot, sweet mouth then drifted to her left nipple, causing the same incredible pleasure. She felt as though she’d entered a docking bay for body parts—two breasts with one hot mouth circling around her mind in the utter darkness of space.

Oh, God. What’s that? It feels so wonderful. Her clit suddenly flamed into life when she felt that same detached tongue and mouth circle its circumference before dipping inside her, with teasing, sensuous movements. Heaven help me. It was the most wonderful feeling she’d ever experienced, excruciatingly pleasurable, almost to the point of pain, and so f*cking good she knew she screamed silently into the darkness, “Tyler.”

It was his tongue. He was there. Her man was right there with her.

Rebecca’s * came alive as a warm, pulsing energy slowly entered her. Although in pitch blackness and unable to hear a goddamned thing, she didn’t feel so hopelessly disorientated anymore. The hot, twitching phallus slid slowly between her legs, filling her inch by glorious inch, overwhelming her with its sheer ferocity.

Tyler was f*cking her like a man possessed. His huge prick felt glorious as it invaded her. She loved the way his body melded so perfectly with her own.

A storm broke in her mind, shattering her world, making her scream into the noiseless blackness around her. In the total darkness of night, not a sound filtered to her ears. Her nipples, burning so hotly now, were sucked even harder into the welcoming warmth of Tyler’s mouth. A mouth that gave such unlimited pleasure as his tongue rolled seductively over her achingly hard nubs, making coherent thought almost impossible.

With his prick embedded deep inside her, she finally came. Fucking hell, how she came. Multiple orgasms ripped through her like an unstoppable tornado through a Midwestern township. Wave after wave of erotic pleasure surged through her * with such incredible force that the only thing on her mind was the thought of what Tyler was doing to her.

Euphoria flooded her psyche. Sheer, unadulterated sexual ecstasy consumed and burned so hotly within her that she felt she might pass out. It was as if her whole body had been uniquely designed as a vessel for receiving sexual pleasure.

The ravishment of her mind and body continued unabated until Tyler tenderly kissed her lips and she drifted peacefully to some exotic faraway place…



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Tyler’s adoptive mother never raised any stupid children. His three older sisters were currently working as a doctor, a dentist, and a lawyer. With a woman as precious as Rebecca he’d taken the precaution of installing hidden cameras backed up by microphones inside the sensory deprivation tank. This strategically placed equipment gave him the vital information he needed in order to keep Rebecca safe. He’d watched intently on the closed-circuit television system he’d installed in the room next door. This way he kept a protective eye on the woman he adored, observing every sound and movement in her new environment.

She’d been immersed in the flotation tank for barely an hour before he’d unscrewed the hatch and unobtrusively slipped naked into the water next to her. Because Rebecca was completely without vision and hearing and totally disorientated, she’d had absolutely no idea he was in the tank with her.

It was well known that a spell in a sensory deprivation tank had a strange effect on people. Many thought they’d been in it for days or even weeks when in fact they’d probably only been in it for a couple of hours or so. As it was Rebecca’s first time in the tank, he figured an hour was long enough.

As her Dom, he’d needed to know how much she trusted him, and she’d passed with flying colors, because she had absolutely no idea the tank contained the technological paraphernalia to keep her safe.

As she’d floated on her back in front of him, he’d repeatedly told her how much he loved her and wanted to marry her. Of course, she hadn’t heard a f*cking word he’d said as he’d practiced out loud. Later on that evening, over a glass of wine or two, he’d ask her for real. He was almost forty years old and wanted to get started on those healthy children he knew she would produce.


He’d stood waist deep in the warm, salty water, mesmerized by the sheer physical beauty of the woman before him. Finally, unable to resist, he’d blown a gentle, almost unnoticeable current of air across her beautiful breasts, enjoying the smile that brightened her face. Liking what he saw, he’d gone further by sucking her gorgeous nipples into his mouth. When he’d licked her clit, she had screamed out his name, boosting his ego to no end.

Rebecca looked stunningly beautiful in her rubber suit, sexily enhanced by specially made cutouts for her breasts, ass, and *. His cock had been rock hard and he’d finally laid his body over hers and filled her sweet, wet cunt with his prick. He smiled to himself. She’d f*cking enjoyed it, too, climaxing repeatedly until he’d finally shot his load inside her.

Tyler removed the blindfold from her eyes and cast it aside and then broke the tight seal of the rubber hood from her head with his fingertips, allowing her beautiful dark-brown hair to flow freely once more. She offered no resistance, and her eyes were still tightly shut as he removed the foam plugs from her ears.

He loved her this way, all soft and compliant, with submissive animal whimpers coming from her lips. When he pulled the tight rubber mitts from her hands, she immediately dug her fingernails into his biceps. Tyler lifted her upright so her feet rested on the bottom of the tank and she responded by laying her head against his shoulder. She repeatedly rubbed her cheek against his bare flesh, and he guessed she was savoring the embers of sexual enjoyment still running through her body.