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by Natalie Knight

  “Off.”

  My breathing is getting a little harder and faster. I want to draw this out as long as possible.

  I’m getting wet, and she’s definitely getting wet. This woman is a natural, submissive, sensual, and full of animalistic passion. The way her eyes brim with lust, I can tell she’s loving this.

  When her fingers still can’t unclasp the bra, I do it for her by snatching the bra off her body. The bands rip, and I fling the material and throw it to the side.

  An expensive garment ruined, and I don’t give a damn.

  Now she’s standing there, bare tits bouncing up and down, water cascading off her glorious half nakedness. Blues, reds, and greens reflect on her delicious skin—a kaleidoscope of colors.

  Those curves are enticing me, calling to me to just rip my pants off and introduce her to my thick, twelve-inch cock.

  “Panties next.”

  I want to see them, taste them, smell them, and keep them as a memorabilia for the night she submitted to me. She might have submitted to my brothers, but I’ll have the last say.

  She will be mine.

  Meg’s hands go under her soaked skirt and come out a second later with a satin slip of fabric.

  “Give them over,” I order, and she obeys.

  When I bring the saturated object to my face, I see lust in her eyes.

  “Evan, please,” she begs and leans forward a little.

  I know she wants it. She’s begging for me.

  I need to taste and smell her first. With my nose buried in her wet panties, I take a deep breath in. A combination of salt, sweet perfume, and primal lust assaults my senses.

  She smells fucking beautiful, and this is just a taste.

  “Please what?” I say as our eyes lock together.

  Hers are begging me. I know what she’s begging me for.

  “Please fuck me,” she whispers and pulls down her skirt.

  Naked, she stands in the pool before me, totally at my mercy.

  Green light illuminates her pussy, the same green of her eyes.

  “No one asks Evan Reed for a fuck,” I growl and feel a wild beast unleash inside of me.

  Those emerald eyes must be casting a spell on me.

  “I,” she mutters and lowers her eyes, “It’s just…”

  Instead of letting her finish, I grab her wrist and drag her out of the waterfall toward the hot tub.

  This is how I imagined it would be with Meg. She is totally submissive and willing to obey my every command. She does not disappoint.

  I stop to press the button, and the bubbles start.

  “Take off my pants.”

  With keen fingers, Meg undoes my wet suit pants and lets them fall to the ground. I step out of them.

  Her hungry eyes feast on my throbbing cock. There’s a definite glint in them as she sizes me up.

  I decide there’s no harm in letting her have a little taste of my cock before we get into the tub.

  “You want it?”

  Meg’s eyes widen, and she nods. Her tongue licks her lips.

  “Well, what are you waiting for? Take it.”

  The second she opens her mouth, I shove my cock right into her. I grab the side of her face. At first she struggles against me a little.

  “All the way, Meg. Take me all the way.”

  I don’t accept halfhearted crap, not in my work and not when I fuck a woman, particularly when this woman is Meg. I want all of her...submission.

  When my cock’s all the way inside her, I just stay there instead of pulling out. I feel her tongue wrap around the base of me and suck hard.

  “Pinch your nipples with your right hand,” I order, and she obeys.

  Her left hand is attached to my shaft and balls. I think she may be moaning, but her sound is muffled with my cock inside of her.

  Slowly, I pull out before going back all the way again. I fuck her mouth, and she’s gasping, trying to take in all of me. It’s an unending task.

  I don’t want to come in her mouth. I want to come right inside her fucking wet pussy.

  Judging from her tense and vibrating body, she’s pretty close to her own orgasm.

  I pull out, and with one swift movement, I have her light body in my arms and I’m placing her into the hot tub.

  “I want you to hang on to the edge of the tub,” I say through gritted teeth as I bend her toward the ledge.

  Meg looks at me, and when she does not move, I slap her on the ass.

  She sucks in a deep breath and instantly obeys.

  The idea of a spanking has my cock getting harder than ever.

  “That’s right, Meg. If you’re a naughty girl, I’ll have to punish you.”

  I get behind her and feast on that fleshy ass of hers. And just because I feel like it, I give her another smack. The bubbles bounce up around her red ass cheeks.

  “Evan, please,” she howls.

  “Please what?” I can’t deny this woman’s driving me crazy with pure lust.

  She’s begging for it, and I didn’t even have to make her. She wants it...bad.

  “Fuck me. Please, fuck me. I need you inside of me.”

  Her body’s quivering, and I see that she’s just on the edge of total ecstasy. I don’t need a written invitation. My hands grab her hips, and I plunge my cock deep into her pussy.

  She’s so fucking tight. Her velvety walls grab my cock and milk it as I plunge in and out of her.

  The sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s as if she’s trying to break my cock in two. At this rate, I’ll become even more addicted to her than I already am.

  To slow things down and drag the sensations out, I push right into her and stay there. Her hips shove against me, trying to get me to keep pummeling in and out.

  I grab her tits and start kneading them.

  “Now, my fucking little slut, you can’t come till I tell you to come.”

  “I…can’t…please…” Meg’s high-pitched voice is disjointed.

  Her body’s tense, and I can tell she’s ready to be swept up by her own orgasm.

  All around us, warm bubbles dance across the water’s surface and splash upwards.

  Try as I might, I can’t prolong the inevitable. My body is tense and on fire with pleasure. Any second I’m going to come inside this magnificent pussy of hers.

  She’s exceeded my expectations and imagination.

  “Now. Come now,” I order Meg and feel the walls of her pussy tighten around my cock before she gives in and comes hard.

  She rides her waves of pleasure as my own body explodes and fireworks rip through me. I shoot my load into her and dig my fingers into the side of her hips.

  She cries out in a mix of pain and pleasure as I release into her. She’s coming violently now, one orgasm rolling into the next.

  For a second, I’m lost in the ecstasy of it all, and then I come back down to earth.

  When I’m done, I pull out and lean against the wall of the spa. I pull her against me with her back facing me. She nuzzles her head into my chest.

  “Don’t get fucking comfortable,” I say. “This was only Act I.”

  She turns her head toward me and asks demurely, “How many acts are there?”

  I grin. “You’ll find out.”

  Chapter 32

  Meg

  I can’t believe it finally happened.

  Evan happened.

  Evan, self-assured, sex god of a man.

  And he came bearing gifts that I wanted. The taste of his cock is fresh on my lips. I never want to forget it.

  He’s opened doors of ecstasy to me that I didn’t know were possible.

  “I think it’s time for Act II,” his stern voice snaps me out of my daydreaming.

  Before I get a chance to move, he’s lifted me out of the warm water and onto the tiled floor beside the hot tub.

  The cool night air brushes against my wet, naked skin. I shiver a little and wrap my arms around my body. There’s no towel, and my clothes li
e scattered, ruined from being in the chlorine.

  I gather them up quickly, but there’s no point in putting anything back on.

  “Let’s go,” he growls and strides toward the mansion. “No need to cover up.”

  Like an obedient dog, I follow. I take careful steps on the tiled area, not wanting to slip.

  “Come on.” Evan sounds impatient.

  Before I reach him, he’s already striding away. He doesn’t look back and only waits at the back door.

  I glance around, hoping no one sees me. It’s a little awkward running naked through the estate.

  Once inside, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulders.

  Unable to breathe properly, I feel the blood rush to my head. And before I can protest, we’ve reached his area of the house.

  “What…” I’m about to ask, but one look from him and I keep my mouth shut.

  His eyes are shooting daggers at me. It makes me wet—wetter than I already am by the pool water.

  “I won’t have you speak until you’re spoken to,” he commands.

  And at his words, my pussy tightens. I lower my head, bite my bottom lip, and assume the role of subservient mistress.

  I mean, that’s what he wants, right? And somehow, I find that I want it too.

  I’m craving the tone of his command. And I’m aching to be taken again by his giant cock.

  Being submissive is not a bad role, don’t get me wrong. In a way, it’s the most powerful role to have. Out of the corner of my eyes, I can see his cock’s growing hard and thick already.

  And there’s only one reason for it—me. Power surges through me and heightens my own sense of pleasure.

  I do this to him. He’s possessive of me, obsessed with my every move.

  “I…” I start again, and this time it’s his hands that grab me and push me against the wall to silence me.

  I take it all as waves of glorious pleasure wash over me. I could come right here, by his command.

  “I told you, you’re not to speak unless you’re spoken to or I give you permission.”

  Where Evan’s holding me, my skin is burning with desire. His verbal lashing leaves me wild with anticipation. Without attracting attention to myself, I shift from one foot onto the other.

  “Into the shower,” Evan says.

  Unsure where the shower is, I stay where I am.

  His right hand points towards a door. He turns me and then smacks my ass really hard.

  “Go.”

  The juices between my legs are starting to flow already, and I know he’s watching me walk across the room. I make the most of it by arching my back and sticking my ass out for his viewing pleasure.

  Once I’m in the oversized, marble bathroom, I look around.

  To my surprise, there’s no bathtub, only a massive shower with two showerheads. No shower curtain, only glass doors and plenty of full-length mirrors.

  “You’re not checking yourself out, are you?”

  I didn’t hear him come in. I drop my head quickly.

  “Looks like you’ll need plenty of etiquette lessons.”

  Instead of a reply, I keep my eyes downcast. I like to play the subservient little slut he wants me to play. It’s a role I was made for.

  Out from under my long lashes, I watch Evan turn the massive showerhead on. He twists his well-muscled body under the water, and my insides burn with desire.

  I want to fucking touch him.

  “Now then.” His attention is on me now. “What are you waiting for? I believe you’re after a taste of this?” He holds his throbbing cock in his left hand.

  Licking my lips, I approach him.

  “Down,” he says in a measured tone and uses his free hand to push me onto the floor.

  There’s really no need. I’m already getting down by myself. Truth be told, I can’t wait to get another chance of tasting his salty, manly, massive cock in my mouth.

  “Wait,” he grumbles as I lean into him.

  But I’m past the point of no return and take him. He pulls back out.

  “I want to watch you fuck yourself in the pussy.”

  Our eyes meet, and I beg him to change his mind. It’s not that I don’t want to obey his every command, it’s just I want to be totally focused on giving him a blowjob.

  “Do it. Now.”

  Without voicing my complaint, I use my right hand to start rubbing myself on my clit. My left hand wraps around the base of his cock as I guide it into my mouth.

  I tilt my head back a little to accommodate all of him without gagging. He’s so massive I feel him right down my throat.

  His own hands are now on my nipples. It’s his index finger and thumb that pull and pinch my delicate pink nipples. The sensation leaves me gasping for air.

  The world’s spinning out of control as a cocktail of sensations wash through me. My mouth is working on Evan’s massive cock.

  I let my tongue stroke along the shaft as I pull away, and when he thrusts into me again, I lick his base. It doesn’t take long for him to get into a rhythm.

  He thrusts his hips against my face hard and fast.

  The warm water of the shower cascades over his back, sprays into my face, and dribbles into my mouth to combine with his salty taste.

  It doesn’t take long for my body to start shaking.

  “Don’t come. I forbid you to come.”

  Instantly, I slow my fingers on my clit down. I try and pull away from him, but he’s holding those nipples tight.

  The pain shoots through me and combines with pleasure.

  “Make me fucking come now, Meg. Do it.”

  I suck harder. He’s grabbing my hair and pulling my face as hard as he can into his balls.

  A wolf-like howl precedes him coming.

  Instead of coming inside of me, he pulls out at the last second and tugs my head backwards. Fountain-like, his cock explodes and shoots load after load of creamy-white cum onto me.

  It lands on my face, my cheeks, and runs down my chest. I feel him use his fingers to rub some on my tits.

  When he’s finally finished, he looks at me.

  “You better fucking clean yourself off. You look like a fucking mess.”

  My right hand wipes the cum out of my eyes first. When I go to use a towel, Evan stops me.

  “Suck it all up.”

  He guides my fingers into my mouth and watches me lick them. When he thinks they’re clean, he pulls them out of my mouth.

  “Keep going.”

  My left hand wipes the cum off my tits and chest and my right off my face. I alternate in sucking my fingers clean.

  By the time I’m finished, Evan’s cock is rock-hard again.

  Without a word, he pushes me against the wall of the shower. My tits are pressed against the cool glass. Warm water runs down my back.

  There’s no word from Evan as he uses his feet to push mine apart. Then his fingers find my pussy and push into it.

  He doesn’t need to check if I’m wet and ready. I’m so fucking ready to have him in me again I fear I might explode.

  “Tell me what you want me to do,” he whispers into my ear.

  Despite the warm water on my back, I shiver.

  “I want you,” I whisper and throw my head back.

  “I can’t fucking hear you,” he grumbles.

  “I want you.”

  Nothing happens.

  “What do you mean you want me?”

  This is pure torture. I’ve gone completely blank.

  I can’t string a single thought together. The man’s causing havoc on my body and my brain.

  “Evan. Please,” I beg and shove my ass against his rock-hard cock.

  But Evan has other ideas.

  “You need to tell me what you fucking want me to do to you,” he demands. Before I can answer, he lifts my arms up above my head and presses me harder against the wall. “Do you like it rough and hard?”

  My breathing is getting more and more shallow, and I’m not sure if his qu
estion needs an answer.

  “Come on. Tell me, my fucking little vixen. Do you like it rough?”

  I’m about to say yes when the words get caught in my throat because he’s pushed his massive cock into my most private hole.

  For a few seconds, I can’t breathe, and my body is trying to get used to the sensation of being fucked there.

  He pummels into me, slow at first. My hole is so tight I think I might tear. But it only takes two or three inward thrusts for me to push against him to try and get him further into me.

  Fireworks are exploding in my head, and I fear I might pass out from pleasure.

  “Come on, Meg,” his voice is commanding. “I need you to say it.”

  “Yes,” I hiss. “I need you to fuck me rough and hard.”

  There, I said what he wants to hear.

  And then he comes. I can feel him shoot his load into me. His body’s pressed against mine as he shudders through his orgasm.

  Just before he finishes filling me with his load, I come too. I come with such intensity that I drop my head down and let oblivion set in.

  If Evan didn’t have a hold of me, I swear I’d collapse onto the floor of the shower.

  As it is, he picks me up as my body continues to tremble with pleasure, and he carries me into the bedroom.

  Gently, he lays me onto the oversized king bed.

  “Let me guess?” I whisper in the midst of my amnesia. “Act III is about to start?”

  Chapter 33

  Evan

  For a few seconds, I just leave her lying on the bed as I plan my next move. Those emerald eyes are burning with desire and lust. I can feel the heat from them even at this distance.

  I’m a businessman. I like to play with high stakes. It’s time to increase the stakes, I decide, and leave Meg on the bed.

  It takes me hardly any time at all to gather the few things I need to torturously play with her.

  When I return, Meg looks at me through those thick black lashes of hers.

  “Time to up the ante,” I growl.

  It takes me no time at all to pull Meg into a sitting position. Her eyes widen a little, but she keeps quiet.

  “Good girl,” I tell her. “You’ve learned already not to ask any questions.”