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The Masters of Submission Collection, Volume 1 (MF)

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In Her Dream Dom, a proficient rope player and Master of Club Submission in his own right, Jack Montrose knows how to please a lady. But has he met his match in Sara Deveraux? The sexy woman wearing high heels and latex may need a lot more convincing.

In Master of Submission, Emma Parkes believes Submission, a BDSM club, holds the key to her best friend's disappearance. What she discovers there changes her life forever. Can she unlock the intriguing mystery, or will the devastatingly handsome Zane Anders, a Master of Submission, unlock her darkest desires, too?

In Destined for the Dom, down on her luck, Zoë Leighton is overjoyed when Hunter Black re-enters her life. The sexy Dom is just what she needs. Hunter introduces Zoë to Club Submission and the D/s lifestyle he now enjoys. As she learns to submit, will he be able to let go of the past?

In Taming the Boss Lady, Kelly McCloud is not the average submissive. CEO of a large corporate company, she demands and gets respect. Surrounded by weak yes-men, Kelly longs for the touch of a dominant man. Club Submission owner Matthew Strong may just fit the bill, but has he met his match taming the boss lady?


A Siren Erotic Romance


Jan Bowles is a Siren-exclusive author.


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Jack cupped her chin and angled her face to his. He leaned over and kissed her, sending her world into sensory overload. When she parted her lips on a sigh, his tongue snaked inside her mouth to weave with hers. All the while his hands gripped deliciously on her upper arms. She knew he was doing it on purpose, making her feel as though his fingers were tight bindings compressing her flesh.

He drifted his kisses to the fast beating pulse at the base of her throat and tasted it with his tongue. She figured he was testing her reactions, seeing how much he turned her on. Well, she was on fire.

Looking pleased with what he found, his eyes burned fiercely into hers. “Mmm, I think you and I are gonna get along real fine. Just think of rope bondage as an extension of my hands,” he murmured, brushing his lips to her ear and teasing the sensitive lobe with his teeth. Pulses of pure pleasure began flooding her body, making her squirm in anticipation.

“Every rope, knot, and cord that I tie will be placed against your naked flesh in order to achieve maximum benefit and ultimate sensory overload. Just think about it, Sara. How would you like to feel my hands all over your body, all at the same time?”

It sounded like heaven to her. She closed her eyes as an image of her bound and at his mercy surfaced in her mind. With her imagination working overtime, a gasp of pure pleasure slipped from her lips. The incredible feeling of being dominated by such a sexy guy totally consumed her. Overwhelmed by his sheer presence, she allowed her head to tilt back, exposing her vulnerable neck even more to his mouth.

Whatever this guy was doing to her, he aroused her with words alone. Just how would she feel when under his complete control?

“Yes,” she whispered on a sigh, finally surrendering to his will. Sara could scarcely believe she’d agreed, but her pussy throbbed with sexual excitement. It was why she came to Club Submission. Here, her fantasies could be fulfilled, and Jack might just turn out to be her dream lover.




Slowly, he undid the sash at her waist, peeling the silk back inch by inch. His fingers glanced tantalizingly across her naked flesh as he brushed her robe apart. “Sara.” His voice was low and husky. “Your breasts are magnificent. They’re so ripe and plump. Just think how much fuller they will look when I enhance them with my rope.” He leaned down and swirled the flat of his tongue across her pebbled nipple with such force, her whole breast jiggled.

“Mmm, I’m gonna eat you all up very, very slowly.” He moved his hand lower, peeling her silk robe away until her shaved pussy begged for his fingers.

“Open your legs.” His masterful commands could not be ignored, and she complied, spreading her legs wider. His touch, soft, fleeting, made the ache in her pussy intensify.


Jack’s mouth covered hers the exact moment his fingers slid along her clit, hard and welcoming. Positioned above her, he looked down into her eyes, stroking her, squeezing the tender nub between his finger and thumb.

“Baby, slip the robe off your shoulders.”

When she did as he requested, he kept his hand firmly between her legs, teasing her clit, until she finally shrugged off the silk garment.

“Your body is superb. Perfect for what I have in mind.” Although spoken with a soft, controlled voice, she couldn’t help but notice the wicked gleam in his eyes. Instead of frightening her, his words only added to her arousal, stimulating her more.

Jack was breathtakingly handsome. His rugged features heightened his masculinity. She wanted him to control her, bring her to the edge of climax, and worship her body with his rope. Her hands circled his strong neck, threading through his hair, drawing him down for a deep, passionate kiss.

“First I’m gonna wind you up so tight, it’ll be like I’m touching your entire body. Then I’m gonna stretch you wide.” He peppered kisses to her breasts, then circled each nipple in turn with his tongue, making them glisten in the subdued lighting. “You’ll be so wide, everything will be exposed and open to me.”

A spasm pulsed in her womb as she visualized the scene. Jack slid his fingers deep inside her pussy. “Oh, baby, you’ve gone so wet.” He growled. “I can tell just the idea of bondage turns you on.”

A cry of euphoric pleasure left her lips as she hurtled toward oblivion. Would he leave her hanging, as so many Masters wanted to do? Oh, God, I hope not.

“Mmm, Jack, please.”





He smiled, and looked tenderly at her. “You’re an enigma all right. I can’t quite figure you out. You’re dressed right for the scene, but I get the feeling that you’re really just an innocent. A mere baby, when it comes to knowing exactly what goes on here.”

“What do you mean?”

“I know you were sexually aroused, watching the show Jessica and Cole put on.”

Emma wasn’t about to admit anything of the sort. She hadn’t been brought up that way. “I wasn’t. I—”

“You don’t have to be scared of your own feelings. Just be true to yourself.”

She lied again. “I am.” Feeling slightly irritated with his perceptive observations, she added cuttingly, “You don’t know me. We’ve only just met—”

At that moment he threaded his fingers through her hair. For such a powerful man, his surprisingly tender touch caught her off guard, and she allowed him to angle her face to his. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. His kiss felt so gentle. She closed her eyes and sighed in utter contentment. No man had ever kissed her this sensually before. When her lips parted, he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue inside her mouth.

It had been a long time since she’d been kissed—too long. She responded by threading her arms around his neck, and kissing him back. Her skin where it touched his felt electrified. Tiny pinpricks rippled and pulsed as she tried to get even closer.

Zane pressed her back against the wall. A waist-high shelf ran around the edge of the room. He placed his hands under her butt, and effortlessly lifted her onto it. Her legs automatically spread apart, and he moved between them. Through his leather jeans, she felt his hard erection pinning her in place. It pushed and twitched against the crotch of her moist panties. My God, that feels good. Too good. As he continued the kiss, she felt thoroughly possessed by him, and whimpered against his mouth with pure pleasure. Each time she squirmed with enjoyment, she ground her pussy against his hard prick.

Like a bolt from the blue, Emma suddenly realized where she was and what she was doing. “Zane, I’m not sure. I—”

When he pulled away, molten heat shone in his gaze. “Don’t fight your feelings, baby. Go with them.” He unclasped her hands from around his neck and then held them at her side. “Shhh, everything is okay. Everything is just fine.”

His comforting words made her rock her pussy against his prick once more. Her skirt had ridden high up her thighs, and she saw her panties pressed against the ridge of his erection. Even through the leather of his black jeans, his dick looked huge. Reluctantly she dragged her gaze away from the impressive bulge and looked right at him.

He whispered in her ear, “You like the feel of my hard dick against your pussy. No point in denying it. Tell me the truth. I’ll know if you’re lying.”

Emma longed to say yes, because he spoke the truth, but what she was doing was completely out of character. Anger surged in her veins, and she clamped her mouth shut. This wasn’t like her at all. She’d always been in control. She’d had no idea that feeling helpless and vulnerable could be such a serious turn-on, especially with a man like Zane. His blue eyes searched her face as he waited for her answer. She finally relented.

“You know I’m turned on. So why ask?”

“Because I want to hear it from your own lips, in that beautiful cut-glass English accent of yours.”

“Okay, I’m turned on.”

“I think you meant to say, ‘Yes, I’m turned on. Thank you, Master Zane.’”

She was fully aware he was trying to overpower her with his personality and presence. Should she stand her ground? Did she want to? The words demurely slipped from her lips without any effort whatsoever. “You turn me on. Thank you, Master Zane.”

“So when was the last time you orgasmed, if ever?”

Heat rose in her cheeks. She hadn’t expected him to ask that. “That’s none of your bu—”

“Baby, the only thing between my cock and your pussy is a scrap of lace and my zipper. I’m making it my business.”

“I can’t remember,” she murmured miserably. It was embarrassing just thinking about it. She must be useless in bed. It was one of the reasons why she dated so very rarely. Emma bit down on her bottom lip. “I dated a man last Christmas. We were together for about three months in total. He tried everything he knew to give me an orgasm, but couldn’t. He gave up in the end.” She raised her eyes to his. The breath hitched in her throat at the way he looked at her. He was so primal and masculine.

Zane kissed her lightly on the mouth. “See, confiding in me didn’t hurt, did it?”

Emma was aware she blushed. “No, but it’s embarrassing.”

“Do you trust me, Emma?”




Zane pulled away and paced the floor. He angrily swished the riding crop in the air several times for dramatic effect. “You disappoint me, my pet. Twice you’ve made a sound without my permission. You must be disciplined for your own good. Two more strikes will be administered to your butt. Understand?”

“Yes, Master Zane. Thank you.”

It pleased him how well she slipped into the role of sub. His cock ached for Emma. He needed to be deep inside her feminine wetness. It would be an aphrodisiac beyond belief to feel her heart fluttering like a cornered wild animal as he took total control of her.

Zane raised the crop high above his head before disciplining her creamy butt twice more. He then massaged the tender flesh, soothing away her submissive cries with gentle caresses of his fingers.

“See how well your Master looks after you.” Each time his palms soothed the redness from her butt, he flicked a thumb across her clit. She held her breath, her eyes searching his to second-guess what he would do next. “Remember, not a sound, my pet.”

Zane touched her pussy, tenderly caressing her clit before sliding two fingers deep inside. Her vaginal walls clamped and spasmed around him as he finger-fucked her. With them still inside her, he dipped down and swirled his tongue over her clit as yet another orgasm came quivering and shaking from her body.

A scream left her lips. “Oh, Master Zane. It’s so powerful it hurts. No more, please.” Her head rocked back and forth as she muttered incoherently. Zane removed his sweats. His cock stood to attention, the purple crown weeping from his arousal. He stroked it from base to tip.

“You’ll want this, my pet.”

She lifted her head and looked at him. Her eyes widened as she saw what he held in his hand. “Oh, Master Zane. Yes, just you, Master Zane.”

Zane rolled a condom down his shaft, and then moved between her legs. He held his cock at her entrance, and leaned over her. Holding his hands on either side of her body to keep his weight from her, he slowly sank his length inside her. She was so tight. Her multiple orgasms had sensitized her vaginal muscles until they clamped around his prick like a vise.

“Oh, it hurts so good.” Her chin lifted as she writhed with the ecstasy and the agony, stretching her head back as she gave herself completely. Her breasts thrust toward him, offered to him in ultimate surrender.

Zane swooped down and licked the pulse at the base of her throat. He felt her heart beating like a frightened wild bird. He feathered tiny kisses to her beautiful ripe breasts, plucking the tender nipples into his mouth, and teasing them with his teeth.

Each stroke of his cock made her whimper and moan. He couldn’t have wished for more from a new sub. Emma was everything he wanted in a woman—intelligent, soft, and submissive. She was extremely compliant when she gave him control.

He stared into her hooded, baby-blue eyes as he thrust deep and hard. Teardrops clung to her lashes. Her vulnerability overwhelmed him. At that moment he saw her for the first time. He saw her, and something twisted deep in his gut. She wasn’t just a new sub he wanted to train and use for his own personal enjoyment. Emma was far more than that.

Zane needed to know her on an emotional level, too. He wanted to see what she ordered at a fancy restaurant. He wanted to be there when she first woke up in the morning. He wanted to know what made her tick. He leaned down and kissed her sweet, sensual lips, caressing her slowly as she came again…and again. He enjoyed the erotic feminine mews that spilled from her beautiful mouth.

“Oh, Zane…it’s so good…so good.” Her head fell back, and her whole body went taut beneath him.

“That’s it, baby.” He gently brushed the hair from her eyes, savoring her inevitable surrender. He loved the way their perspiration mingled and mixed as his naked body glided over hers. “Let your Master take care of you.”





“Zoë, I’m warning you.” Before he could stop her, she’d pushed open the door and flicked the light switch.

He guessed she’d been disappointed that his bedroom was so ordinary, and figured as a Dom, he’d have something more exciting hidden away. He watched her come to a complete and sudden standstill.

“Hunter, it looks like a dungeon.”

“I prefer to call it my playroom.”

She glanced in his direction. “Is this where you practice your D/s lifestyle?”

“Sometimes.” He’d forgotten Zoë always did have a way of finding out his most intimate secrets. As a teenager, and to his acute embarrassment, she’d always been able to prize them from him. But he wasn’t a kid anymore. He felt proud of who he was and what he’d achieved. Instead of running away, like most women who’d enjoyed an easy life would have, she moved further into the room.

The playroom was designed to his exacting standards. Painted in dark red and black, the walls featured ornate ironwork torches. They flickered eerily, casting their authentic-looking shadows over the walls. Their menacing glow created exactly the atmosphere he was looking for, when entertaining a sub.

“So much kinky stuff, Hunter.” Zoë’s fingers began skimming across the pieces of bondage furniture that filled the playroom. She grinned at him, and he knew she was teasing.

“So how does this one work?” Her fingers glanced across the sawhorse as her eyes connected mischievously with his.

Hunter folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the wall. “I think you’re intelligent enough to come up with a few ideas of your own. After all, you weren’t born yesterday, Zoë.”

“And this?” She touched the bondage table, with thick leather straps attached to each leg. A large naughty grin developed on her face as she smoothed a hand over the display of whips and crops that hung from the walls. “I see you like to choose your weapon of submission. You have an impressive collection, Hunter.”

He wagged a finger at her. “You are a naughty, naughty girl, Peaches. Keep pushing, and you’re gonna find yourself in a lot more hot water than you bargained for.”

“Mmm, promises.” She stood by the St. Andrew’s cross and spread herself over the wooden structure, exactly mirroring the large X with her arms and legs. “Is this how it works?” she asked, already knowing the answer. Her beautiful elfin face looked a picture of innocence, but underneath, she was anything but. Maybe it was time to give the little tease a taste of her own medicine.

Hunter pushed away from the wall, and purposefully strode toward her. A surprised gasp left her lips as he suddenly anchored her wrists in place above her head. She was so small and fragile. Her cute little face stared knowingly up into his eyes.

“That’s much better. I like my women to be well and truly kept in their place.” He felt her body squirming beneath his, but it was a halfhearted attempt at escape.

Although keeping it friendly, he had to exert his authority. This was his domain, and there were rules that needed to be followed. “Now this is my playroom, Peaches, and as such it is strictly off-limits to you. If I find you in here again, I’ll take it you want to play for real. It’s a rule I will strictly enforce, without exception.”

Hunter leaned down and brushed his lips across hers. He noticed the pulse at the base of her throat beating frantically, and he liked the power it gave him. He was in no doubt that Zoë was turned on by his authoritative manner. Maybe a little demonstration of his power would get his message across. He decided to deepen the kiss. He’d been wanting to ever since he’d laid eyes on her again. Holding her arms helplessly above her head, he captured her mouth, forcing his tongue between her parted lips, possessing her, owning her.

His cock immediately hardened when he heard the submissive little animal noises reverberating deep in her throat. Zoë flexed her hips, her body arching beneath his. Wishing they were both naked, he ground his cock against her cunt, pinning her firmly in place, until she stopped squirming. He knew from the look in those beautiful green eyes of hers that she felt his erection, pulsing against her belly.

Her whole body trembled as he finally released her. Looking down at her submissive posture, he said, “I trust I’ve made myself clear?”

In a state of barely disguised sexual arousal, she stared up at him and whispered breathlessly, “Absolutely, Hunter.”




“I think I’ve caught myself a very naughty girl. A very naughty, excited girl, who wants her Master to pleasure her.”

“Yes, Hunter, please.”

He let his hand trail down her quivering belly. Closing his eyes and sighing deeply, he drifted a finger to her pussy. It was freshly shaved and smooth as the silk negligee that he’d ripped from her body. “Beautiful, so beautiful.”

The breath hitched in her throat as he slid a finger into her wetness, before lifting it slightly to contact with her clit. “Yes, Hunter, please. What are you doing to me?” She arched her restrained body, trying to make him finger-fuck her harder.

He smiled. “I like the way you respond. But first you must be disciplined for disobeying me.”

“Disciplined? But, how…what?”

It pleased him that she seemed unsure of herself.

“If you feel uncomfortable with anything, just say the word red, and I’ll stop immediately. Red is your safeword.”

“If I say red, you’ll release me? Promise me that’s true, Hunter.”

He tenderly caressed her cheek. “You and me go back a long way. I give you my word, Peaches.” His unambiguous assurance seemed to satisfy her, because she visibly relaxed. “Hmm, so what punishment does my sub deserve tonight?” He looked around the playroom. “Ah, yes. I see what I can use.”

He took the impressive-looking bullwhip from the floor where he’d left it and held it up for her to see. “You seem to be mighty interested in this little baby. Your Master is minded to give you a demonstration of its power.” He placed it on the bondage table while he removed his leather waistcoat. Hunter flexed his shoulders as he stood back from the St. Andrew’s cross. Without restrictive clothing, he could get a better swing.

“The tail of this whip exceeds the speed of sound when used effectively. It will make an ideal deterrent should there be any future disobedience from you.”

“But surely you’re not going to—”

Her eyes widened when he raised his hand high above his head. Hunter had become an expert with a bullwhip. He aimed for a spot on the floor. When he cracked the whip between her open legs, her whole body went taut, arching exactly as if he’d lashed her clit with his tongue. Her head snapped back, and her lips parted with a breathy cry as the small sonic boom filled the room. Surely she was the most beautiful and responsive woman he’d ever seen? He flexed his shoulder again, delivering a near-perfect crack of the whip once more. Pinned in place, Zoë writhed with excitement, her body flexing and undulating as if he’d stroked her naked flesh with his hand. He could see her legs trembling, and her breasts rising and falling incredibly fast. When he did it again, she looked almost on the point of ecstasy. A blush bloomed on her cheeks, and perspiration dusted her creamy skin.

Their eyes connected across the room. Without question, Hunter wanted this woman. She was his. Zoë had always been his. He stood over her, the potent bullwhip now hanging flaccid in his hand. “I told you not to come in here, but you wouldn’t listen. I hope I’ve given you a lesson you won’t forget in a hurry.” He smiled, stroking a stray hair from her eyes. “Punishment for your disobedience is now over.” He dropped the bullwhip to the floor.

Her head fell forward in complete submission. “Thank you.”

Cupping her chin, he forced her to make eye contact with him. “Look at me,” he ordered. He trailed his other hand up her thigh, smoothing his fingers over the soft flesh, until he reached her pussy. He watched her pupils dilate as he fingered her clit. “I see my little demonstration has turned you on. Your pussy is soaking wet, just as I knew it would be.” Her head fell back, and a deep, mournful cry left her lips as he speared two fingers slowly, very slowly deep inside her wet cunt.

“Oh, God, Hunter.”

Using his other hand, he caressed her breasts. When her erect nipple responded, he clamped the aroused flesh between his finger and thumb and squeezed hard until she moaned. “A sub should always listen to her Master, because he is the only one who can administer both pleasure and pain as required.” He alternated between squeezing her nipple hard and finger-fucking her pussy until she panted breathlessly before him. Her head thrashed from side to side, but she never once used her safeword, or even the word “no.”

He lowered his head and circled her breast with his tongue again, sucking her prominent peaks into his mouth, teasing the sensitive flesh with his teeth.

“Dear God, Hunter, yes, yes, yes.” Her restrained body pulled desperately against the St. Andrew’s cross, arching into a tight bow.

He moved lower still, slowly teasing his tongue to her womanly stomach, before dipping it into her exquisite belly button.

He kept his voice low and authoritative. “This is the playroom. I’m always in charge here. I trust I’ve made myself clear.”

“Yes, Hunter,” she answered breathlessly.

“You have no voice here. I decide what happens to your body and mind.” He lowered his face to her cunt. This was something he would savor. As soon as he speared her slit with his tongue, a penetrating sexual moan left her lips. Using his thumb, he peeled back her clitoral hood, and trailed his tongue over her sexual pearl. Whimpers of pleasure began to spill uncontrolled from her. He felt her clit pulsing against his lips, making his cock hardened steel.

When he raised his eyes to hers, Zoë’s feminine beauty stunned him. Her full lips were parted as she panted breathlessly, and her breasts and belly physically shook. Hunter licked her clit, feeling it swell and engorge as he sucked it relentlessly.






“Now to business, Kelly. What made you come to Club Submission? What do you want from us? And more specifically what do you want from me?”

Remaining remarkably composed, even though she sat on a bed with a powerful Dom watching her every move, she was pleased her reply was even and confident. “I have a high-powered job, Matthew. I run a large company, and a lot of people rely on me. I need to leave it all behind in my private life.”

“So you don’t enjoy being the boss?”

“Oh, yes, I do. I was born to be in charge.” She paused for a moment, looking for the right words. “It’s difficult to explain, but…in my job, I’m surrounded by simpering yes-men. They do nothing for me. I despise them. I’ve come to the conclusion I need a man to take control in my private life. I need to feel like a feminine, vulnerable woman. Rather than a woman men are frightened of.” She held out her hands, palms up. “Does that make any sense?”

“Yes, to me it makes perfect sense. Human beings have been hunter-gatherers since the dawn of time. The men always went out hunting, while the women stayed at home looking after the children and preparing the meals.” He sighed. “It seems the world has moved on, but our emotions haven’t caught up yet. Men and women of today are wired up exactly like their ancestors. This means men are hardwired to be dominant, and women are hardwired to be submissive. It’s been like that for millennia.”

A wonderful, glorious feeling of absolute calm flooded Kelly’s body. “Thank God, at last, a man who can understand me.” Their eyes connected, and she felt sure he could read her thoughts. “Kiss me.”

He stared at her for what seemed an eternity, before saying, “Come here.”

Desire pooled in her stomach, as she rose from the bed on wobbly legs, and slowly moved across to him. He stood only a few steps away, but it felt like a mile. As she drew inexorably closer, she felt his primal animal warmth and masculinity crossing the divide between them. Goddamn, what will this guy do to me if I let him?

A slightly triumphant smile drifted to his lips as he focused intently on her. His hands rested on her shoulders, before smoothing down her arms. Without warning he circled her wrists and held them tightly together behind her back. His dominant act of ownership thrilled and excited her. Her arousal went off the scale, making her pussy throb with need. A whimper of sexual craving spilled from her lips as his body pressed along the entire length of hers.

His hot breath whispered against her neck as he spoke quietly and ominously in her ear. “Understand this, regardless of how powerful you are at work, I’m in charge around here. I decide if, what, and when. My word is law.” Holding her wrists in one hand he grabbed a handful of her hair with the other, twisting it in his grasp, making her head tilt back, forcing her to meet his gaze. Gorgeous green eyes filled her vision. She could see flecks of gold, speckling his mossy green irises. Her back arched and her pelvis rested against his hips. Her pussy pressed provocatively against the obvious bulge in his leather pants. No man had ever treated her like this, and she liked it. Her breasts heaved as her nipples puckered into hardened points.

His eyes swept slowly over her quivering, prone body. “I can see being dominated turns you on.”

“Yes,” she whispered, barely able to speak.

“Tell me what you want. I want to hear it from your own lips, Kelly.”

Her heart rate accelerated as he brushed his mouth across hers. She couldn’t think straight, let alone make any coherent conversation. “Make me feel like a vulnerable, desirable woman, Matthew.” Her words were barely audible.

“You’re very beautiful, Kelly, it will be my pleasure, but are you willing to surrender total control to me?”


“Then on your knees, and pledge your submission.”

His request took her completely by surprise. In a brief moment of hesitation, she felt his demeanor change. “Hmm, just as I thought. You’re not quite ready to let go yet, are you?” He gently set her back from him. “Go home, Kelly, and come back when you’re willing to play the game.”

Shaking almost uncontrollably, she breathily replied, “I want to submit. I really do, but I just can’t hand over control that easily.” Feeling compromised, but knowing he was right, she made for the door.

“Kelly.” She turned and looked into his incredible green eyes. “Remember this. If you come back to Club Submission, you’ll belong to me one hundred percent. You’ll be mine to do with as I see fit. Only then can I fulfill your every fantasy.”




“Don’t move, princess. I’m not done with you yet,” Matthew commanded, just in case she tried to get up.

Kelly looked so fucking gorgeous, laid out on the kitchen table for his personal enjoyment. An attractive pink bloom dusted her cheeks. Her dark pink nipples, in marked contrast to her porcelain skin, stood proud and erect. He already knew they were supersensitive when aroused. With her slender, perfectly smooth legs bent at the knees, and her ankles tucked against her butt, she looked like a beautiful butterfly waiting to be mounted and pinned in place.

It crossed his mind to take her upstairs, but what the hell, he had her exactly where he wanted her—waist level and waiting to be fucked.

Kelly was a strong, independent woman, and wouldn’t be herded into submission without putting up a fight. It would be a long, slow process. That was why he’d held back on the bondage. He would introduce it gradually over time. Better to give her a feeling of retaining some control, for now. She was such a beautiful woman, by proceeding slowly, he would eventually get his just rewards.

Desperately wanting to be inside her, Matthew yanked off his T-shirt, and cast it aside. He lowered his jeans to his thighs, and pulled out his rock-hard cock. He’d always been proud of his size, but never more so as Kelly appraised his length. Her lips parted, and she licked them expectantly. This simple feminine gesture was enough to get him harder still.

“I know you want this.” He palmed it in his hand, then slowly rolled a condom down the shaft.

“Please, Matthew, hurry.”

“Patience, princess. I decide when.” Holding his weight from her body, with a hand on either side of her shoulders, he dipped down, and kissed her mouth, nipping her lower lip with his teeth. Her beautiful silver eyes looked into his. The pupils had dilated, giving her a dreamy look. Matthew positioned his cock at her entrance, and then tugged her bottom lip with his teeth once more.

“I know exactly what’s needed to make you whole, princess.” He dipped the tip of his shaft between her pussy lips. The head of his cock stimulating her clit. It didn’t take long to elicit a moan of pleasure from her.

“Matthew.” He loved the way she spoke his name, all husky and wanton.

“Tell your Master what you need.”

“I need you.”


“I need you, Matthew. I want you.”

“Still not good enough.”


“We’re getting there.” A little begging never did a woman any harm, and it certainly appealed to his ego. Her breathing was heavy, and her tongue protruded between her teeth. He couldn’t resist sucking it into his mouth, and gently caressing it with his lips. He then peppered tiny kisses to her ear, before whispering, “Surely you want to feel me inside you?”

“Oh, God yes. I need you.” Her body writhed beneath him, letting him know exactly how much.

“Then look into my eyes and say the words. Please, Master Matthew, I want you to fuck me.”

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