Free Mastering Inga (Service & Submission Book 2) by Megan Michaels Page B

made up at him with those pleading, puppy dog blue eyes.
    “I’m sure, Inga. I saw some of that tonight. We’ll discuss that another time though. Right now, it’s time for the nanny to go to bed. No dawdling, and no trying to distract me, either. Bedtime. Now.”
    With a hand at the small of her back, he gave her a gentle push. He couldn’t help but cupped her bottom in his palm, kneading her flesh gently. So soft and silky, yet firm and muscular. The skin dimpled when he squeezed hard. Women hated when their skin dimpled. They would relax and enjoy life more if they knew how forgiving men were of curves and dimples. At least as far as he was concerned, he’d rather have a woman with some extra weight. A little jiggle just added to the delight.
    He let her get a few steps in front of him so he could watch just that — her ass jiggling. And she had a delicious wiggle to her walk indeed. Between her breasts shaking in front of her, and the wiggle of her as, he had to pause a moment, his growing hard-on forcing him to adjust his jeans.
    Somehow she knew, looking over her shoulder at him, a blush rising on her cheeks. “Are you staring at my ass?” she asked, her voice almost a whine. “Don’t, please. It’s too big. You think my butt is gross, don’t you?”
    “Hey. If we’re training you — which is what you’ve asked for —, then you don’t get to tell me what I can and cannot look at. A slave never tells a Master what he can look at.” He knew he needed to be stern. He had taken her on to be his slave and he knew he needed to exert his will over her it was time to show her that he was in charge and that she was to respond to his commands only. Her needs and desires, although they mattered, they were secondary to responding to his needs. “I want you on your knees, now. Head down. Reach behind you and pull your cheeks apart.”
    To her credit, she didn’t say a word. She quietly and gracefully assumed the position and exposed her bottom to his scrutiny.
    “You’ll stay in that position until I feel you’re comfortable with my gaze. I’ll be staring at your little hole. You’ll think about the fact that nothing — and I mean nothing — on your body is to be hidden from me. Right down to your little puckered hole.”
    He stared down at her beautiful ass and couldn’t believe that he was in the position of dominating another woman. He truly thought that those days were over when his Annie died, but here he was with Inga naked — head down, ass up submitting to him. He loved watching a woman struggle with a humiliating submission exercise and this would be one of those. He would test her this way and see how she responded. He walked around her letting his gaze moving from her ass to her breast, his lust growing as he walked around her.
    “Tell me what you’re feeling, Missy.” Before she could respond, he pressed the pad of his thumb against her anus. The muscles there bunched, slowly easing open enough that he could press in to the first knuckle. “Talk to me, Inga.”
    “Uhm—” The strain in her voice strangled the word. “I feel embarrassed. Mortified is probably a better word. M-mortified that you’re looking at my bottom hole — and now that you’re putting your thumb in there. I’m hoping I’m clean. And… we just had sex, so I know I have fluid dripping and — Oh God, Sir, I’m sorry.” A small, quiet sob escaped and she exhaled slowly. “You, of course, can look at any part of my body.”
    Garrett pulled his thumb out and patted her hip, as one would an animal to comfort it in an uncomfortable situation. “You’re going to be fine, girl. We’re almost done. I want this lesson learned. If I ask you to take off your bra and walk around in just your panties, I want you to obey immediately. If I ask you to suck your finger then wet your nipples with that finger, I want immediate obedience. I want you to proudly display your tits for my pleasure. Repeat my expectations, in