The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo (Masters of Submission #5)(40)



“Please, Sir, I…”

If only her other hand were free, but Tyler still held it firmly behind her back, totally dominating the play.

Her words came out breathier still. “I’m…I’m…dear God above…I’m…”

He finally relented and allowed her other hand its freedom, and she took the opportunity to twist it into his beautiful glossy locks, too.

Tyler was the man in control and knew exactly what he was doing. He’d released her because it pleased him to do so. His hand snaked around to her butt, and he briefly soothed his palm over the still-tender flesh before finding her puckered hole. She clenched naturally, but to demonstrate his dominance over her, he dismissively brushed her futile resistance away and pushed what felt like two fingers deep inside her ass.


How well he knew her. He was fully aware that this final act of invasion would send her libido into meltdown, making her legs weaken and finally give way completely. Tyler’s animal strength, combined with his probing fingers deep inside her anus, kept her upright as she orgasmed with a beautiful energy. She climaxed so hard and wantonly that their unhappy time apart from each other disappeared into the ether, as though it had never happened. Tyler loved her. Tyler loved her. Tyler loved her.

“I love you so much, Ty.” Her words were honestly spoken, making her climax deepen to such an extent that she felt compelled to express her absolute and unconditional love again. “Goddamn you, Tyler Stone. Do you know just how much I love you?”

When the ecstasy finally abated, Tyler took his head from her * and stared up into her eyes. He then slowly peeled her clawed hands from his hair. She knew from the pained expression on his beautiful face that she’d proved pretty strong herself.

Tyler rose from his kneeling position and hugged her tight. Although extremely loud, the sound of the water crashing against their entwined bodies was drowned out by the sound of their combined breathing.

“I love you, too, Becca. Never forget that.” Tyler spun her around, almost spooning her with his body. He slid a hand between them, his fingertips beating out a sexy rhythm as they glided inexorably upward until reaching her hair, which he pulled to one side before leaning in and kissing her neck. “Let’s see how obedient my wayward sub can be.” With a little menace mixed with mischief, he added, “Lean forward and place your palms on the shower tiles.”





Chapter Twenty-One




Rebecca did, as he demanded, her sexual libido blipping higher with each breath she took. Positioned directly under the fast-flowing water, she adored the way the powerful jets beat down on her head and shoulders, like a thousand insistent pinpricks.

He took hold of her chin and angled her face toward him. Tyler looked so f*cking beautiful with the water running down his rugged features before dripping from his stubbled jaw. When he kissed her lips hard and passionately, his amber eyes burned brightly as they assessed her emotions. “Don’t move.” Those two simple words were delivered in such a way that she knew better than to disobey.

He disappeared from view, but she guessed he stood right behind her. Rebecca trembled with anticipation as his powerful fingers cinched her waist. “Now I have you exactly where I want you.” He released his grip and then ran his hands over her quivering stomach. “Ah, do I detect a little fear, my sub?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Fear is good. It keeps you in line.” He slowly and deliberately smoothed his palms up her body, only stopping when he reached the underside of her breasts. Leaning over her, he whispered in her ear, “You have perfect tits.” She felt him lift them slightly, assessing their weight, cupping and shaping them with his hands, before pulling her nipples hard, stretching and tweaking them, drawing them out to a painful length they were never designed to reach.

All the time his cock pressed insistently between her butt cheeks. She felt it twitching against her puckered hole, as though demanding entrance.

He pulled harder on her nipples, making her cry out with a mixture of pleasure and pain. “Three f*cking weeks. I’ve been three f*cking weeks without you. Have you any idea how tough that’s been for a guy like me? I haven’t even touched my prick, because I’ve been saving it all for you. Did you really think I’d allow you to disappear from my life like that? If you did, then you underestimated me. A mistake, I assure you, you will never make again.” His words, barely audible above the pounding water, had an ominous ring to them and scared her a little. She knew without doubt that was the desired effect. “I’m a powerful man. I have friends in high places. I have contacts. I have money. Did you really think I’d let you go without a fight?”

When Tyler bit her shoulder, it hurt like hell, and she figured he’d drawn a little blood. He tugged her nipples harder still. “Please, Sir, you’re hurting me.” When she looked down, she saw they were stretched to almost comical proportions.

“I repeat my question. Did you really think I’d let you go without a fight?”

The pain was so intense, her nips felt as though they were on fire and had turned a deep shade of purple. Feeling emotional again, she said, “I love you so much. I hoped you’d come after me, but I feared you wouldn’t because I couldn’t give you what you wanted.”

“But I did come.”

The pain became unbearable and she screamed out, “Yes, and because you did, this is the best day of my whole f*cking life.” Before this moment, her perfect day was that late afternoon when Tyler had rowed them to the center of his private lake. On that idyllic evening, some three weeks ago, everything had been just so right. The picturesque location, the quaint, old-fashioned rowing boat, and the most beautiful man in the world telling her he loved her and wanted to marry her. She thought that blissful day could never be topped, but she was wrong, because being naked in the shower with Tyler right here, right now, had surpassed it. Why? Because Tyler knew everything. She hid no dark secrets from her Master anymore, and that was a wonderful, wonderful feeling.

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