Free On Your Knees by Brynn Paulin

this scene, Jessica might reject him too. He didn’t know how he’d take that. Everyone outside the scene thought a Dom was so always strong, almost impervious to life’s arrows. He was human, just like any other man. Jessica had given him her power but she still had the ability to eviscerate him with a few words.
    One word in particular. Goodbye.
    She looked up at him with her huge green eyes. Excitement swirled in them without a lick of fear. Despite the mask and the intensity of what had occurred the other room he’d managed to win her over. There might be hope for him yet.
    “So, slave,” he said, purposely reminding her of her position. “We’re going to play a little game.”
    She shifted sinuously on the sheets, looking for all the world like Aphrodite come to seduce the mere mortal. The little minx. “Is this a game I’m destined to lose?”
    “Depends on your point of view.” The way she was taunting him, he’d definitely see she lost while they both won. “This game is called ‘Can Jessica stay still?’ Ever heard of it?”
    “No but I don’t like the sound of it.” The aroused edge to her words belied her statement. This wouldn’t take long. She was already squirming with desire.
    “Now in this game, I don’t cuff you.”
    She took a shaky breath. “Uh-huh…”
    “And I get to try out some of my favorite toys on you.”
    “What happens when I lose?”
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    He noticed she didn’t say if. It wasn’t like her to give up already. Her legs shifted apart inviting him inside. Soon enough. He had a short list of toys which would be introduced to her lovely pussy in a few moments.
    It would be better for her if she tried to fight the need to move…
    “I get to claim my prize. And if you win… I’ll take off my mask.” Presented with a dilemma, she sank her teeth into her bottom lip, tormenting the flesh he’d like to suck on. She sighed. “So, this doesn’t seem fair. Do I get a chance to see if you’ll stay still?”
    “Is the name of the game ‘Can the Dungeon Master Stay Still?’?” She shook her head. “What constitutes a move?”
    “Anything more than a gentle tremor.”
    “Shit.”
    He shook his head, clicking his tongue at her. “Do I need to wash my slave’s mouth out with something?”
    Her eyes narrowed growing dark as summer leaves. “Depends on what you want to use.”
    “Generally, a flogging makes a slave less sassy.”
    “Am I an ordinary slave?”
    “No.” He held up a hand to forestall whatever mouthy response was about to spring forth. “The game starts now. Moving your mouth is considered movement.” God he loved playing with her and sparring with her. Years and years of this would be wonderful.
    She pressed her lush lips together but he ignored it. Opening the drawer beside the bed, he withdrew a few of his favorite tools and realized he’d left the ball gag in the other room. Damn, he needed it. Unlike the dungeon this room wasn’t soundproof. He didn’t want to share Jessica’s cries with anyone else.
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    He held a blindfold before her. “Did I mention that you don’t get to see what I’m going to do?”
    She growled her displeasure, fury burning in those fiery green eyes as he slipped it over them and eased the elastic bands behind her head. She obviously had things to say but didn’t want to lose. Her frustration level would have her literally shaking for release soon.
    Leaving her waiting he went to retrieve the gag. She might as well get used to the mouthpiece. Some situations required its use. This one didn’t. He wanted to see the dark blue ball pressed between her lush cherry lips, stretching her mouth as wide as his cock would when he fucked her mouth. There went his control again. He closed his eyes, clutching the oral restraint in his fist.
    He had to regain himself before he returned. He went to his supplies, considering what else he could use to taunt her. He’d left a small vibrating egg and a