Free Emerald Dungeon by Kathy Kulig

her. “But what if someone had come down here before you did and I was naked?”
    “What if they did? Some women like being watched.”
    An odd answer, she thought. “I don’t.
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    He smiled. “You’re safe here.”
    “Yes, you said.” She relaxed a little, glancing around at the other contraptions in the room. “I’m still new at all this. How about you show me how this works? It looks like fun.” She pointed to the slanted bench with the pads and straps.
    Pressing his lips together, Jack tensed his jaw. He placed his costume on a straight-
    backed chair by the door. Then he moved closer to her, removed the nipple clamp and
    tossed the item on the table. Lifting her chin, he gave her a gentle kiss. “This isn’t a game. It’s true a sub or a slave has all the power, even the control of a scene. One word can slow or stop what’s happening at any time.” His lips were a breath away from hers.
    The warm, moist heat of his mouth and tongue drifted over to her ear and down her
    neck.
    “I understand that,” she breathed, her eyes closed as she indulged in his touch. His
    hands skimmed over her breasts and the pads of his thumbs rubbed her already raw
    nipples, which made her clit throb. “Not a game,” she echoed.
    His hands moved lower and finished unbuttoning her dress and chemise and let
    them drop to the floor in a pile of green brocade while his fingers slid up her thighs and over her hipbones, gliding toward her pussy but not touching her sensitive flesh. God, she wanted him to pleasure her there. She resisted the urge to beg for it. He was the Master and she the sub.
    “It’s more like a dance when two people try to lead. You’re tugging each other in
    different directions on the dance floor. When one person leads, and you both hear the beat of the music, the dance is like magic. Does that make sense to you?” He drew her close and she felt the warmth of his hard body through his shirt.
    “Yes.” One arm held her possessively against him as his other hand worked her
    pussy. “That feels good.” Dana arched her back and wriggled her hips.
    Then he slipped a finger deep into her cunt. She gasped as a jolt of intense pleasure shot through her. “You want more?”
    “Yes, more, Master.”
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    His thumb circled her clit and her knees buckled. If he kept moving his hand and
    finger in just that rhythm, she could come. “That’s incredible.”
    “Your clit is swollen and your pussy dripping. I bet I could make you come like
    this. Am I right?”
    “Yes.” She gripped his shoulders to keep from falling.
    “Am I your Master?”
    “Yes.” She rocked on his hand, fucking his finger. When she moved just right, he’d
    hit her G-spot at the same time. “Please, Master, let me come.”
    To her disappointment, he withdrew his finger from her cunt and slowed the
    stimulation of her clit. “Not without my permission. As your Master, I control your
    pleasure. I’ll tell you when you can come. When you do get close to an orgasm you tell me the word, edge. I’ll know to slow down, or give you more, depending on my
    mood.”
    She nodded as the peak of her orgasm faded. Damn it, she’d been so close.
    “We’ll go at this slowly.”
    “I don’t know if I can go slowly,” Dana argued. “What if I were to come without
    your permission?”
    “Your punishment would be more severe.” He turned to the slanted bench. “You
    need a bit of punishment for not following my order before.” He stroked her buttocks in a gentle caress. Was he trying to let her know he wasn’t cruel with his gentle touch? His words were firm and they made her pulse kick up a few beats. She longed for the
    punishment almost as much as she ached for the release of an orgasm.
    What was wrong with her? Was this normal?
    “Yes, Master. I need to know.” Her voice almost broke with emotion. She took a
    breath and tried to relax. But how could she if she was naked and he wasn’t? Her bare pussy was