Decadent Master by Tawny Taylor Page B

When she imagined him focused on her pussy, a wave of heat rushed up her chest.
    Then she imagined Dierk was the one watching, and her blood began to boil. She clenched her pussy around burning emptiness, and reached blindly for the dildo.
    She wanted to be filled, needed to be filled.
    Getting closer.
    Still stroking her clit, she pushed the dildo into her pussy as far as it could go, then clenched her muscles to amplify her pleasure. In her imagination, she saw Dierk standing over her, looking on sternly, her Master, waiting impatiently for her to come.
    Hot. So hot.
    Her legs began trembling. She stretched them as wide as she could and worked the dildo in and out in a steady rhythm that matched the rapid strokes over her clit. Her blood was pounding through her body now. Her skin was tingling all over. Sweat was trickling from her hairline. She kept going, driven to orgasm to please him. To please her master.
    His dark eyes. She saw them in her mind’s eye. His lips. His hands. Tapered fingers. Thick arms and hard, muscular body.
    Her master. Master Dierk.
    Her pussy clenched tighter. She was going to come. So close. Right there.
    “Stop,” Rolf demanded.
    Stop? She jerked her hands away from her quivering pussy. She’d been so fucking close. One more stroke. One more thrust and she would’ve been done.
    Gasping and shaking and hot, she opened her eyes and looked at him. He was standing directly in front of her, with a perfect view of her burning pussy.
    “Once you’ve caught your breath, you can start again.”
    “That was harsh.” She started to draw her knees together, but he stopped her with a glare.
    “You’ll thank me later. Don’t hide my pussy from me.”
    His pussy. Wowwwww. Did that stoke some flames.
    She really did get into this stuff. It was sexy and exciting, a dark thrill. “Okay.” She took one slow, long inhalation and released it. “I’m ready.”
    He nodded. “Begin.”
    Her pussy was still tingling and wet, and it didn’t take long for her to be shaking and burning on the verge of ecstasy again. She had her imagination to thank for that, as much as that thick dong gliding in and out of her clenching pussy. The images she conjured of Dierk were almost enough to make her come without touching herself.
    Hot. Hotter. Tight. Wet. Need wound through her body and pulled her muscles into knots. She gasped and arched her back. “Please let me this time.”
    “Let you what, precious?”
    “Come. Please.”
    “Not yet. Hold on.”
    She stopped thrusting the dildo inside, just left it buried deep in her pussy. She slowed the strokes over her hard little clit, squeezed her eyelids closed and held her breath, hoping she could stop herself from coming.
    “Not yet.”
    Ohh, this was hard. And frustrating. And ohmygod, thrilling. She started shaking more violently, and it felt like huge waves of searing heat were billowing up her body.
    Almost. One more stroke.
    She stopped her hand. Her pussy twitched.
    “Now.” Rolf whispered, his voice sounding exactly like Dierk’s. In that instant, she let it be Dierk’s. She passed her finger over her clit, pulled the dildo out, and jammed it in one last time. As an inferno blazed through her body, her back arched off the table. He said over and over, “Sparrow. Sparrow. Sparrow.”
    Sparrow. She was a bird, flying, soaring, and swooping through the air, carried on a hot, turbulent current.
    The contractions lasted and lasted. The rush pounded through her body again and again. It was an orgasm unlike any she’d ever had. Longer, and a hundred times more intense. So strong she felt it in every single cell of her body. From her scalp to the soles of her feet.
    “Ahhhhhhhhhh,” she heard herself say as she rode wave after wave of ecstasy.
    She had finally learned what an orgasm was supposed to feel like. And now that she had, she couldn’t wait to have another. And another and another.
    With him. With Dierk. Even if it was only in her