Free On Your Knees by Brynn Paulin Page B

this for so long. Languidly, he dragged his tongue through her tangy cream. He looped his arms under her thighs, capturing them as he pressed his hands over her pubic bone and helped her to stay still. It was a battle she’d already lost.
    Taking his time, he lapped at her folds. Greedily, he took his fill of her working from the back of her swollen cleft to the front containing her most sensitive flesh. Her protests segued into throaty moans that vibrated through him. He did this to her. He turned her into this warm, sensual creature. She was his.
    Grasping her ass, he lifted her and drove his tongue into her supple sheath. It immediately convulsed. He continued his jabbing thrusts while her body jerked into an orgasmic rhythm. Her muscles clenched and she bowed up into him, flooding his mouth with her sweet taste.
    Her pleasure entwined with his, drawing him into her sensations. Shaky with the need to be inside her, he knelt between her legs and dragged the feather lightly over her in a path from belly to chin. She trembled as it tickled her over-sensitized skin and she tried to roll away from it.
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    He pushed the blindfold from her eyes and gazed down at her. “You’re not very good at staying still,” he laughed. “You lost. I guess I keep my mask.” Her brows drew together, her glare speaking loudly of how unhappy she was with that. If the gag hadn’t prevented it, he had a feeling her sharp little tongue would be lashing him with her thoughts of his game. She settled for pointedly sliding her gaze away from him.
    “None of that… I won fair and square.”
    Her eyebrows shot up and her chin lowered as she looked at him in disbelief. She had a very expressive face and damned if it wasn’t as sassy as that mouth of hers. She was going to make his life a challenge. Good, he didn’t particularly want someone who kissed his feet. Maybe his ass but that was another thing.
    “Now, I get to claim my prize.” Too bad he hadn’t pinpointed what he wanted as a prize… he’d have to punt. “So what shall it be?” She shrugged.
    He trailed his fingers lightly over her shoulder. “A tattoo? No? I think you’d look good with your nipple pierced. No?” He lowered his voice. “I know what I want…” Slowly, he removed the now-warm dildo. She groaned as the slight ridges caught on her tight flesh. He’d like to leave it. It wasn’t flexible enough for what he wanted from her, though. Next he removed the gag and tossed it aside. Without a word, he turned and walked away.
    Confused, Jessica dampened her lips and watched him walk away. He sank in a large wood chair with a maroon cushion. Slouching, his chin resting on his hand, he looked like an extremely bored king surveying his kingdom. A naked king. And she was his only subject.
    He pointed to a spot between his sprawled legs.
    “On your knees,” he growled.
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    Her stomach fluttered, reacting to those promising words. Excited by the prospect of more lessons at his hands, she hurried to comply.
    “Master,” she said, head bowed as she surveyed him through her lashes. Reaching to the table beside him, he removed a strip of leather. Her eyes went wide as he leaned toward her.
    “I want you to wear this—no speaking!” he ordered when she started to open her mouth. “You’ve given yourself to me and I’m claiming my prize. You get to be my pet.” What?
    She swallowed hard as he looped the leather around her neck and fastened it. He’d just put a collar on her! Her outraged senses protested. He couldn’t. She shouldn’t let him. While her body tensed and reacted to the screaming voices inside her, she tried to remain calm. She trusted him. She’d promised to give over her power to him. This was just another part of that. And he had won that damned unfair game of his. Strangely the part that rankled the most wasn’t that she had to give him a prize, it was that he wouldn’t show her his face.
    She panicked, however, when