“Choosing a sex toy over your own Master? Tsk. Not a smart move, little slave, considering the single tail is only a few feet away.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but it stayed open in shock at his next agonizing strike. Her scream rent the air. Had his damned whip had split her back in half?
Why the hell had she chosen Indiana fucking Jones as her Master, anyway?
“Fuck, I love making you scream,” he growled.
The sadistic delight in his voice made her body drip for him. She loved that he loved to hurt her. He wasn’t a man who topped to please his partner—he fucking lived for this.
The next slash of the whip cut sideways across her ass cheeks, and she screamed like she was dying.
“Feel what that does to me,” he whispered, rubbing his denim-covered erection along the groove of her aching ass.
“Ow! No!”
Her muscles shook with fatigue and sweat slicked her skin. He moved away, giving her room to breathe, but then a hot sting to her sit spot made her go up on her toes.
“Motherfucker!”
His dark chuckle was quiet against the echo of her shout, and far too sexy. Leisurely, he whipped her ass a few more times, pausing in between to rub the marks he’d left. It was hard to tell if he was trying to comfort her or hurt her with that affection.
“Please, Master,” she whined, hoping to distract him from the likelihood that he’d keep whipping her until one of them fainted from exhaustion. “I need you.”
“Do you?” he whispered in her ear, making her shiver. The lid for the lube bottle clicked and she started to sob. After everything he’d done to her in the past few hours, he was going to use her ass too?
“No! No!”
“Mmm, I think yes.” He lubed her asshole with his fingers, chuckling as she yanked on her chains, looking for any signs of weakness.
Unfortunately, he’d not only soundproofed the room, but he’d also had Jude, the guy who’d built most of the kink furniture for Wild, build ridiculously sturdy things for their new home dungeon.
There would be no escape unless Grant unlocked her.
She closed her eyes, expecting to feel the tip of his pierced cock pressing against her ass, but instead it was something harder and smoother. Inch by inch he coaxed the glass phallus into her asshole, forcing her body to accommodate it. Her hole ached, but her body throbbed—she was so fucking hot for him and he knew it, the bastard.
“If I strum your little clit, are you going to come for me, pretty slave?”
She panted, aching for exactly that but not sure she wanted to tell him. That kind of information had proven dangerous in his hands on a few occasions.
When she didn’t answer, he slowly fucked her ass with the dildo and reached around to her pussy with his free hand, not needing an invitation. He slid two fingers into her, avoiding her clit entirely, and she half choked at the feeling of fullness.
“I could make it fit,” he crooned against her nape, making the hair there form goose bumps.
“No, you’re too big!” she complained. “Even two fingers is—gnh!”
“Is ‘gnh’ the new word for hot? I’m guessing it is.” His fingers were making a wet noise as he twisted and spread them inside her. “Fuck, you’re already so tight. I wonder if you’d break my dick.”
“Yes,” she hissed, then squealed as he made the dildo vibrate. Her whole body clamped down on the glass toy and his fingers, and she shook with frustrated need.
“You like this better with lube, huh?” he observed, making her want to die from humiliation. “You must have been a very good girl to deserve lube.”
He held the dildo in place, the base flat against her bottom, then moved around the front of her.
“Poor thing. I ask you to take so much for me, but I’m going to ask you for this too. Don’t you want to be a good little slave for your Master?”
She tried to close her eyes, especially since he was making the damned dildo vibrate in her ass.
“It’s going to hurt,” she whispered anxiously.
He bit her earlobe, causing her to full-body shiver. “Mmm, possibly,” he murmured, his breath tickling her ear. “But when you cry it makes my dick so fucking hard.”
One-handed, he unbuttoned his jeans and freed his too-big cock from the denim.
“Please no, Master.”
He paused, probably waiting for her to safeword, but although she was apprehensive she wasn’t scared enough to use it.
His low chuckle and evil smile turned her insides to jelly.
The gleam in his eyes, the mocking tilt to his lips—he was the sexiest villain alive when the mood struck him.
Taking his cock in hand, he nudged between her thighs. Both of them were breathing hard from exertion and arousal. Her sweat-sheened breasts brushed against his abs, and she realized again just how much bigger he was than her—it was so easy to forget sometimes.
The yummy feeling of being small, vulnerable, and helpless, and at the mercy of this overgrown sadistic prick made her whimper. The chains were completely unnecessary, as he’d shown her time and again. She was at his mercy any time he felt like dominating her, and he liked to take advantage of that at completely unpredictable times. The only bonus about using restraints was that it kept his hands free.
He bent his knees and positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing the head of his cock back and forth through her wetness.
“Please, Master! No!”
“Fuck. This dildo is taking up a lot of real estate down here.” He jiggled the damned thing for emphasis, and she almost swallowed her tongue.
“You’re not going to fit,” she whined, knowing damn well he’d make himself fit.
“Your poor pussy is squeezed so tight, baby. This might be uncomfortable for you,” he said with false sympathy.
“Please,” she begged, not sure if she wanted him to stop or go on. The man just loved to drag things out and mind fuck her.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got what you need.”
The man was so fucking full of himself.
He tilted his hips, pressing the head of his cock against her compressed pussy. After a moment, he withdrew the dildo in her ass to a narrower part, using the space it gave him to fuck his way deeper inside. As her body stretched around him, trying to take both his rock-hard cock and a few inches of the glass toy, she moaned long and low, the sound animalistic. Fuck, it was too much—too huge. She panicked, rattling wildly at her chains.
“Look at me.”
She obeyed, even though she just wanted to squeeze her eyes shut and wait for it to be over. He gazed down at her with half-lidded, feverish green eyes.
“You feel so good,” he groaned. He pushed deeper, sinking his way into her slowly, exhibiting a control that made her feel safer. When he was in all the way, she felt stuffed, so full that one wrong move might tear her apart.
“Such a perfect little slave for me,” he rasped, just loud enough for her to hear. “You’re always so tight. You’re almost crushing me.”
Just when her body began to adjust, he gradually worked the dildo back deeper into her ass, not stopping until the base nestled between her ass cheeks. She moaned in discomfort and his mouth hovered over hers, as though he was drinking in her pain, savoring it like a connoisseur.
He went very still, letting her get used to the sensation.
“That’s a lot for your poor body, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Master,” she said in a high whisper.
“Such a brave girl for me.” He brushed his lips along her cheek, and she basked in his approval.
He started to move then, stirring his hips to help her get used to the idea. His pelvis ground against her clit and a shock of pleasure ran through her, making her pussy squeeze him tighter. He swore, and thrust harder, then withdrew partway and bucked back in. E
vil fingers tapped a broken rhythm on the dildo as his hips jerked, his cock shunting in and out with a complete lack of finesse. She moaned with the unrestrained rawness of it, helpless to do anything other than take what he gave her. Hips grinding against hers, fingers digging into her ass and pressing the base of the dildo, his mouth hard and harsh on hers, her mind swam in a delirium of pained pleasure.
He withdrew the dildo partway and pushed it back in experimentally. A few inches out, a few inches in. Held as she was by the chains, all she could do was accept the double invasion of her body, a helpless puppet of his lust. The overwhelming sensation built deep in her belly, and her body quaked, overwhelmed.
“Fuck—are you going to come all over my cock, pretty slave?” He stopped suddenly, cock throbbing hard and deep inside her. Before she could protest, he pistoned the dildo in and out of her ass, and he ground against her clit.
Her world exploded in a violent shuddering that seemed to come simultaneously from her clit, her pussy, and her ass. Her entire lower body cramped up, released, rippled in orgasmic bliss, and his motionless cock jerked aggressively inside her. For an eternity there was just the two of them, fused in this primal excruciating moment of ecstasy.
“Fuuuck, woman.” He groaned, gripping her ass tighter as he lost control and drilled into her, holding the dildo in with only his fingertips. He bucked into her again and again, until she screamed at the combined pain and pleasure of his onslaught.
His final groan was so tortured it harmonized eerily with her own mind. Boneless, she was vaguely aware tears leaked down her cheeks. Moments or eternities later, she was in his arms with no recollection of being unchained. Her heart fluttered, wild and erratic.
“Shh, baby. I’ve got you.” He kissed her forehead, and she realized how cold she was getting. “How do I even deserve you?”
She pinned him with what was undoubtedly a pathetic glare. “You don’t deserve me, you big, mean . . . meanie head.” Her mind felt as hollow and empty as her poor, abused body.
The bastard actually smiled, obviously not appreciating the fact that as soon as she figured out how to use her arms and legs again she was going to smack his smirking face.
“I just thought I’d give you a little taste of what you managed to avoid by not fucking the Norwegians when you played with them,” he said, as though he’d done her a huge favor. “Do you regret being stuck with me now? Should I find a friend to replace the dildo in this scenario so you can try the real deal?”
So he wanted to play that game, did he?
“Hell yeah—let me call Tarka real quick. I’m sure he’ll be over in no time.”
The flash of jealous ire in his gaze was so satisfying and hilarious she burst into a weak laugh.
“I fail to see why this conversation is so funny,” her Master growled. “I didn’t know you wanted to share, or that you were seriously interested in going back to Tak.”
“Well, it’s no fun teasing you if you’re going to get all butthurt about it,” she said, wincing as her ass echoed that sentiment.
“Oh, is he good, or something?” he asked, gripping her hair tightly by the scalp with implicit warning.
“The daddy Dom thing doesn’t suit me as well as you do.” He looked somewhat mollified by that. The big baby. “And you have a bigger dick,” she assured him in a fit of generosity, not sure if it was true, since she hadn’t actually measured them. Besides, what had happened between her and Tarka had been a long time ago. And obviously, if they’d clicked anywhere near as well as her and Grant, she wouldn’t be wearing Grant’s collar.
He kissed her with a fierce hunger that made her purr. Having the guy she was obsessed with obsessing over her was probably the best thing she’d ever experienced and she couldn’t imagine ever getting tired of it.
“I love you, Master,” she told him between kisses. She crawled on top of him just to get closer.
“I love you too, pixie girl. And you’re in so much trouble later.”
“Again?” she asked, struggling to fake some apprehension.
“Always,” he said with a confidence in their relationship she was really starting to feel.
Maybe this could work forever.
She was willing to stick around to find out.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
It’s been a wild whirlwind ride, but our Sparrow Beckett co-writing project is now complete. Although this book is the end of an era for us, we’re looking forward to our future writing exploits!
We want to thank Penguin InterMix for the honor of allowing us to work with them for the past few years. Working with our editor, Kristine Swartz, and the rest of the InterMix team, has been a joy and one of the most enjoyable parts of our project, and we thank them for their hard work, professionalism, and patience while guiding us through our first foray into traditional publishing.
Thanks also to our manager, Nicole Resciniti with the Seymour Agency, for representing us and negotiating a deal with the best publisher we could have wished for. Although Nicole will continue to represent us in our individual endeavors, she’s been an integral part of Sparrow Beckett’s success.
Finally, thanks to our readers who have gone out of their way to leave reviews, find us at signings, and connect with us on social media to share their enthusiasm for our books. Without you, there would have been no us.
As we gallivant off into the future, Gemma Bloom (Leia Shaw) will be focusing on writing lesbian romance, and Sorcha Black will continue to write kink romance. We look forward to meeting up with you down the road as we move on to our newest adventures!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Two writers in two countries transform into the super writing duo, Sparrow Beckett, each night after wrangling their housefuls of children and pets. They trade the cape and colorful tights for tattoos and cups of coffee, then set out to create a world where readers fall in love with heroes and the women who willingly go to their knees for them. Their books are the products of two kinky minds who don’t take themselves too seriously. They also write solo books under the names Sorcha Black and Leia Shaw.
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