Free The Hunter (Mistress & Master of Restraint) by Erica Chilson

to his belly, awaiting my mouth.
    “Do you want to suck me?” Marcus tenderly asks, no trace of demand.
    “Please,” I shamelessly beg, my fingers curling around my thigh, nails digging into the fabric of my pajama pants.
    “Good,” Marcus growls in satisfaction. “Promise me something first,” he lures me into yet another trap, but I gladly ensnare myself.
    “Anything, Master,” I dutifully reply, licking my lips in anticipation as I gaze in wonder at my prize. A drip of precum plops to my cheek and I whimper from hunger.
    “No tasting that… yet,” Marcus warns. “You must get your husband away from my kids.”
    “What?” I grunt, totally thrown by the direction of his request. “Spyder is Ezra’s sister.”
    “No,” Marcus croons, fingers curling around my throat. “Regina is to be my wife. And all of this shit is driving me insane. Spyder is my only blooded child, but I see Ezra and Dalton as my own, just as Spyder needs them to be. When Regina and I marry, we become a very large, complicated family. Ezra, Spyder, Dalton, Niel, and Ella will be siblings, with Whitt by default. Zane, Ava, Azriel, and Baby Ez will be our grandchildren. Having Ezra counseling and playing around with Whitt and Dalton is incestuous in my eyes. I need them as brothers, not lovers.”
    “How?” I groan in agony. “Don’t you thi nk I hate it as much as you? I’m a jealous bastard, after all.”
    Amber flame pins me into immobility. I stare up at my master, awaiting his command. He holds my eyes as his palm soothingly slides up and down my throat, teasing me into submission. A gasp is torn from my throat when his fingers clench and press.
    “Why do you love being choked?” Marcus asks out of curiosity while his fingers tighten to painful levels that have me on the edge of release. “Is it similar to being deep-throated?”
    Marcus’ hold releases at once, the blood flowing to long-denied flesh. I sag against his thigh, hazing, slowly sliding into subspace. Marc wants me pliable and compliant, and he’s got me there.
    “I don’t know,” I audibly swallow. “And yes, it’s why I love deep-throating so much. It’s similar. The fear, the blackness slowly closing in around the edges of my vision. The light-headedness and the rush of adrenaline as my body fights to survive. Yeah,” I grunt as my cock goes into hyper-drive, pumping out semen without an orgasm until the front of my pajama pants are saturated.
    “You are the best cocksucker on this planet as far as I’m concerned. Not only do you excel, you are enthralled every second. Nothing is as bad as a blow job by a reluc tant lover. You can feel how much you revel in the act. It’s intoxicating,” Marcus says in awe. His voice is deep and low and filled to the brim with lust. 
    “I aim to please,” I murmur, blushing like a sonofabitch.
    “I’m not asking you to take on all of my sons, only the one son. If you cock an eyebrow, Ezra will come running. If you drop to your knees and worship at his feet as you do mine, Ezra will never let you rise again. If you were to bend over and allow him to enter you, Ezra would forget all others. A simple kiss and Ezra would forget all about Whitt and Dalton. Let those boys have their happily ever after, and get the balls to take your own. Promise me,” Marcus demands in a calm and deep voice that I’ve never heard before, but it resonates within me, calling me, coaxing me to believe.
    “Yes, Master. I will do as you ask,” I vow. “I can’t promise on how long it will take.”
    “You have until New Years. Good luck,” Marcus sincerely says, but then he ruins it when he adds, “and make sure you have a lot of lube.”
    “Asshole,” I growl.
    “Oh, I’m sure your tight little hole will be quivering in delight,” Marcus says, followed by a trailing of evil laughter. “Is this what you want?” Marc teases me by swatting my face with his erection, leaving a sticky mess behind.
    Flop… Flop… Flop…