Free Gentle Control by Brynn Paulin

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    her belly as he played her. She wanted to feel the tiny barbells on the underside of his cock as he drove into her again. Hell, she wanted to investigate them with her tongue.
    He chuckled at something Ryan said—or was it at her struggle? The wood spindles bit into her hands as she clutched them. Each draw of his mouth seemed to tug at an invisible line between her breasts and her pussy. He sucked and her body clenched. He nipped and her body clenched. He… breathed and her body clenched.
    She started to shudder as her release reached its pinnacle. One “step” and she’d be there, careening to the valley of satiation.
    “I need to go,” he told his brother and snapped shut the phone.
    Finally. She parted her thighs a bit further.
    “You’re very naughty,” he chastised. “Naughty subs don’t get rewarded.”
    “Josh…no,” she pleaded. Oh God, she couldn’t stand it if he left her like this.
    “What should I do with you, naughty sub?”
    “Fuck me,” she offered.
    “I don’t think so.” He stood over her, his muscular arms crossed over his magnificent chest. “I have a flogger with me, but I think you’d enjoy that too much.”
    Opening his pants, he stroked his large hand over his cock. With firm strokes, he drew a glistening droplet to the tip.
    Tempest licked her lips, wanting nothing more than to taste him. Okay, that wasn’t true. She wanted him deep inside her.
    He smoothed his thumb over the tip. “You want this?”
    She nodded, almost unable to speak past the “Yes,” she managed.
    “Hmm, that’s too bad. I’d like that, you know. But since you’ve been so naughty.”
    “Please, Master,” she begged falling into the play. “Let me please you. I’m sorry.”
    He chuckled. “I doubt that.”
    Frantically, she shifted on the bed, the inner walls of her pussy contracting wildly.
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    slightly as she stared at his hand moving over his erection and her own hand restlessly stroked the wood spindle she held. He’d be as hard as the wood, yet softer. Her fingers itched to encircle him Damn it she needed him and he knew it. He knew what sweet torture this was for her.
    Moisture dripped from her cleft, trickling along the crease of her ass. He’d slide so easily into her, even with the metal posts tracking the length of his cock. She shifted, drawing her knees together to relieve some of her arousal.
    More of his fluid escaped the tiny slit on his cock, getting on his fingers. He rubbed it on her belly. “I love watching your muscles roll as you fight your need,” he told her, trailing the pad of his thumb around her navel. She groaned as his touch trailed to her pussy, slowly he rubbed her clit.
    “Oh God, Josh,” she cried.
    “Who?” he asked.
    Confused, she stared at him. “Master,” she said, finally. “Please.”
    He slipped a finger inside her and she almost came from relief. Her aching tissues closed around it, begging for more. Agitated, she thrust her hips toward him, but he pulled back before she found any true reprieve from the desire pulling taut her nerve-endings.
    Slowly, he traced the path of moisture to her ass. “When was the last time you were fucked here, Tempest?” he asked hoarsely.
    Her bottom instinctively clenched. There? Forever ago. She wasn’t even sure she could. But for him, she’d try. She needed him anyway she could get him. “When was the last time you were there?” she asked. Sudden shyness fell over her. How boring and unsophisticated would he find her now?

    Josh almost lost it right then and there. He’d been the last one to slide into her tight passage. Not just the last, but the only. It was his, completely his. He gazed at her 58
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    flushed cheeks, the pink staining down her neck and on to her chest. Her tousled blonde hair spread around her head like a damaged halo. Her eyes glazed, her arms tied over her