The pairs of lace panties were still moist from the hot, soaking, overpowering levels of their mutual lust as they made out in the elevator on the way up to Sand's condo, as Sophia had let her thoughts fill up with the hot thoughts of finally being whole again with her Master.
The man she hoped—hoped against all hope—would still accept being her Master.
He raised the panties to his face and sniffed.
“Interesting.”
A small smile had cross his face. Hope, springing hard, leapt up inside of the whole of Sophia's body. When he put the panties down, she was down on her knees, in front of him.
“I’ll never wear panties again, if you don’t want me to,” she promised, hands clutching together. “I’ll never do anything but what you want me to, Sir. I want to be yours. I want you to be my Owner. For real. In every way. In every possible way. And I know I can’t be a very good pet for you to keep if I’m always interfering with your business. And so if you need me to wait at home, dreaming up ways to serve you exclusively, I’ll do that. Or if you want me here, dressing just slutty enough so that everyone knows what’s going on between us so you can lord it over them, I’ll do that too. If you want to take me for your wi...” she bit her lip, not wanting to pressure him. “If you want things to progress to an even more serious stage, I want that too. I don’t care about anything else anymore, Sir. If you want to just use my body, abuse it, fuck me wild for the next two weeks and then toss me away like some disposable battery, I don’t care. I just want to give you whatever pleasure I can. That’s all I want. That's why...”
Breathless, tits heaving in her tiny blouse, Sophia called out to Elle, still waiting by the door.
The sexy blond entered, quickly dropping the tall dark trench coat she had on. Her tight, sveltely-muscled dancer's body was entirely naked except for a pair of bright pink stripper heels. Her strut, long and sexy, ended when she knelt down right next to Sophia. She cast a cocky, sexy look up at Sand—didn't he want some of this?
“...that's why,” Sophia finally continued, “that I want you to take us both, if you like. I know I must want multiple partners for you. I know you deserve that. And I want to give you everything you deserve.”
She and Elle both sat back on their heels, breathing hard. Sand's hands came forward, sliding over Sophia's hot blouse, tugging sharply at the buttons. Sophia moaned. Breathing faster and faster, Elle watched with hot need on her face.
“A Master doesn’t dispose of his good slave,” Sand said, taking her by the hair. “A Master uses her, again and again, and shapes her into what he wants. However he wants. Whatever he wants. Whenever he wants. Understood?”
She gulped, nodding. He drew her further into his crotch, still holding her by the hair.
“Answer me,” he commanded.
“Yes, Master!”
He tugged her harder, right into his crotch, holding her down against his stiffening bulge. She kissed it obediently, wanting him even harder.
Sophia let the sweet, perfect thrill of triumph fill her. It was working—it was really working! She had him back, at long last. She could be his slave now, forever. And she would never deny him anything ever again.
His other hand slipped out to tug Elle in between his legs as well—and the blonde was only too happy to obey.
“You want to fuck me too, is that right?” he asked her.
Sophia held her breath. They had practiced this—it was important that Elle know she wasn't to try and call him Master or be his slave (that wasn't what Elle wanted anyway). Elle was there, willingly, happily, to fuck both of these hot, beautiful people that she was so incredibly attracted to.
“Yes, sir.” she purred. “I want to do as you say, like a good girl.”
“Good,” he said. “Good girls.”
Unzipping his pants, his cock sprang forward, pushing between Sophia and Elle's cheeks.
“Please, Master,” Sophia moaned. “May we suck it? May we suck you?”
“You may...but not here.”
Standing up, he hooked each girl under his arms, holding them tight. His hands slid hard into the crevice of their asses, pushing them along.
In his tall-ceilinged bedroom, the lights were dim, the curtains closed. The bed was immense, layered in silk. Practically untouched, it looked like, since Sophia had been there last.
Dutifully, she and Elle undressed Sand, peppering his gorgeously ripped physique with soft kisses on their way.
“Undress my slave,” he instructed Elle.
“Yes, Sir,” Elle purred.
Elle, apparently, shared Sand's love for ripping Sophia's clothes off—making short work of the dark haired beauty's expensive blouse and skirt.
“Now,” Sand said, sitting down at the head of the bed. “Come here and suck me off, the both of you.”
Sophia was thrilled to obey. “Yes, Master.”
Sophia took the right leg, Elle the left. They each started low, starting by licking his balls, trailing kisses upward until meeting each other's lips. A sexy, impromptu make-out session started between the two sexy babes, with Sand's cock as the pillar of lust positioned firmly between their massaging lips and tongues. Sophia let her mouth run over the thick head of his cock, and then Elle would push her lips against Elle's kissing her hard and right off the head again—and then they would repeat.
Eventually, he couldn't take any more of their moaning, eager attentions. He stood up on the bed, grabbing Sophia by her thick mane of glossy dark hair. Elle got up to her knees next to Sophia, wrapping around Sand's leg, kissing his thigh and hips.
“I’m going to take you, slave,” he said to Sophia. “I’m going to take you, and make you mine for good.”
He pulled Sophia close to his cock, hands strong on her shoulders. But, thinking quickly, she stopped him—just for a moment.
“Please, Master” she begged. “I need you to choke me. I need you to choke me so, so bad. I've needed it ever since you did it the first time. Please choke me, Master! Choke me and make me yours!”
His face lit up with hot, open eagerness. Clearly, he wasn't expecting that.
Growling, his strong hands wrapped around her slender neck and shoved her face hard onto his cock. Her mouth slid over it eagerly, her green eyes staring up at him in abject surrender. She was his, his, his! Perfectly his in every way she could imagine.
Devious and hot, Elle had slid her fingers up into Sophia's pussy. Pleasure entered her from all sides.
The bliss from the fucking overtook the desperate need to breath, even with Sand choking her from the inside and out. Probably he could feel his own ridiculously huge cock bulging out against her throat as he squeezed her throat. It was almost like he was just masturbating himself using her body like a rag—and Sophia loved it.
Elle's hot tits bounced as she pressed harder and harder into Sophia's body. Her hot hips gyrating and pulsing, Sophia did everything she could to make the experience even hotter for Sand. She could feel his balls tensing, his shaft stiffening even more inside of her body.
Sand came, his grip releasing just enough for his powerful orgasm to jolt down her throat. She felt entirely filled with his cum—but of course, he had more than she could handle, filling her stomach and her throat and her mouth, all of it spilling outward.
Sophia, her body once again overwhelmed by the hotness of being used so vigorously, came hard. An ocean of hot, easy bliss released in her body, all of her mind focusing on the pure rapture of serving her Master just how he needed.
As Sophia watched, Sand generously pulled out and quickly shoved his cock into Elle's mouth, who guided it in with an eager hand, jacking him off more and licking up each every hot, long spurt he delivered. When he finally finished, he collapsed down onto the bed, looking admiringly at his slave and Elle.
Even so, Elle got considerably less cum than Sophia. With a hot, eager smile, Elle took the time to lick and lap up all the cum off Sophia's face that Sophia couldn't swallow herself. When Sophia was finally
clean, she slipped on top of Sand's chest, cradling his face in her delicate hands.
“Oh, Master,” she moaned, kissing his chin and jaw. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
He smiled, tired. “You're welcome.”
She had to be the one to make the leap—and that was fine. But she needed to hear it from him.
“I love you, Master.”
For a few moments, she was afraid he wasn't going to say it back to her at all. But then he shifted, moving up and kissing her hard, the most perfect kiss she had ever had.
“I love you too,” he said at last. There was such relief in his eyes. “I love my good little slave. I need my good slave in my life.”
And that was a need that Sophia was perfectly happy to fulfill.
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Did you love In Service To The Billionaire? Then you should read Hidden Agency (Spy Romance) by Heather Chase!
For the past year, Cameron has felt heartsick, but has no idea why. Any time that she tries to remember something from more than a year ago, her brain ignites with pain.
By a twist of fate, two secret agents suddenly appear in Cameron’s life. One is Blake—smooth talking, dashing, and oozing suave; danger slides over him like a suit. The other is Ivan—a massive scarred hunk of a man who would be frightening, except for the shocking vulnerability he shows only to Cameron. Each spy insists that Cameron is in danger, and that the only way to find out who she is really is to come with him.
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She’s soon drawn into a world where no one can be trusted. Every new clue to her identity brings up even more questions and aides in uncovering a sinister plot with catastrophic implications. But even if Cameron gets her memory back, in this world of smoke and mirrors, how will she know who to trust?
For mature audiences only--this action-packed novella-length romance (~47000 words) includes steamy lovemaking scenes!
- EXCERPT -
She took a breath.
“Nice try, hotshot, but no dice.”
“How about just sharing the blanket, then? Between that and this great fire you've made, I'm sure we'll be fine.”
She nodded without saying anything. Sitting down next to her, he wrapped the blanket around the smooth curves of her body. He took the time to slide the blanket underneath her feet. Still, Blake kept his distance, staying about a foot away.
“You're uncovered,” she said, peeking over at him.
His whole right side had no blanket at all.
“It's fine,” he said.
“No. You have to stay warm. I have no idea what to do next. You're the man with the plan. Get closer.”
Yes, Cameron. The only reason you want him closer is because he has a plan. It's not because of his gorgeous eyes, or the solid, muscular frame of his body, or the clearly incredible strength of his arm that would just turn you to jelly the second it wrapped around your shoulders.
It’s not because of whatever visceral connection you can’t help but feel every time he’s near.
He did come closer then, but kept his arm at his side. His fingers, so lean and tender, slid against the outside her thigh. He retracted somewhat and she was surprised.
He's . . . he's scared, she realized. Underneath all that bravado, he was scared to get close to her.
But why?
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About the Author
Heather Chase grew up in a small town in the Midwestern United States, dreaming of sexy adventures and true love. Now she lives in the Southwest, spending all of her free time reading and writing.
She loves the thought that excitement lurks around every corner, and is constantly hammering out engaging, intense stories full of complex characters and steamy, hot plots for readers to enjoy.
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