Another way
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He was still hard. He hadn’t come yet. But that was okay.
I reached for the lube, quickly smeared it over my ass, and without any preparation, angled myself over his dick and sank down onto him.
“Holy fucking shit,” Will moaned and arched into me.
The burning flash of pain dissipated as he filled me first with his length, then after only a few strokes, with his hot come, and with my leg muscles shivering, I collapsed onto his chest.
I put my head down on his shoulder, turning so my face was pressed into the curve of his neck and I could press my lips against the sweet, salty skin.
“Hmm,” I sighed on a long exhale. Then I kissed him.
Will’s hands looped around my waist, resting on my lower back and securing me to his chest. I had a vague thought about moving for his sake, but quickly squashed it.
“Jesse,” he murmured into my hair.
“Yeah?”
“Did you… did you just come without permission?”
My mouth stretched into a wide smile, still pressed to a spot where I could feel his heartbeat vibrating against my lips. “Um, yes, Master.”
“Oh dear. Someone has been a naughty boy.”
“A very naughty boy, Master.” I was still grinning like an idiot.
He heaved a sigh and tutted at me. “Naughty boys get their bottoms smacked.”
“Oh yes, Master.”
Will laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest to mine.
“Okay, get off me, you great lump. Meet me in the playroom in five minutes.” I scrambled off the bed; the sound of his laughter followed me out of the room. “And no more clothes for the rest of the day!”
“Yes, Master!” I called behind me. There was no way I could stop smiling, even as I knelt for him and waited for the familiar feel of his hands in my hair, grounding me in another kind of reality.
One where I was his. Just his.
About the Author
ANNA MARTIN is from a picturesque seaside village in the southwest of England. After spending most of her childhood making up stories (early versions of her illustrated tales starring her stuffed animals should be available on eBay shortly), she studied English literature at university before attempting to turn her hand as a professional writer.
Apart from being physically dependent on her laptop, she is enthusiastic about writing and producing local grassroots theater (especially at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, where she can be found every summer), traveling, learning to play the ukulele, and Ben & Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk.
Anna claims her entire career is due to the love, support, pre-reading, and creative ass-kicking provided by her closest friend, Jennifer. Jennifer refuses to accept any responsibility for anything Anna has written.
You can find Anna at her web site: http://www.annamartin-fiction.com/ or on Twitter @missannamartin.
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Índice
Title page
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
About the Author
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