Free Enslaving the Master by Ann Jacobs

areas on her own cleanly
shaved scalp.
    For hours he petted her, giving of himself
with his hands and tongue while taking little in return. When she had come
until she thought she could take no more, he finally shifted, positioned his
throbbing cock, and filled her as she’d longed to be filled for six long,
lonely months. “Oh, yes. Master, you feel so good. So hot. Fuck me hard.”
    Doreen had never felt so wanted. So
cherished. So complete when he sank into her so deeply that his heavy testicles
slapped against her ass. Braced as he was on his forearms, sparing her his
weight, he gave her an incredibly erotic view of each careful thrust. She loved
his power, so obvious in the hard bulge of his biceps, the rippling motion of
his sculpted abdominal muscles.
    It was the soft look in her Master’s dark
eyes, though, that warmed Doreen’s heart, told her she was more than a body to
provide his pleasure. His full, soft lips still glistened with her juices when
he bent to claim her mouth. She grew impossibly wetter, more swollen…wanting…
“Please, Master, may I come?”
    “Come. Come with me. Oh gods, I can’t hold
out much longer.” He threw back his head and filled her in hot, staccato bursts
that triggered feelings so intense she trembled beneath him. Bursts of sensation
lifted her onto another plane where there was no thought—just the warmth of his
seed searing her cunt, her inner muscles gripping him as though she could hold
him inside her forever.
    When Doreen began to recover, she felt his
large hands cupping her head and saw him leaning over her, a look of wonder on
his handsome face. “I am home to stay,” he murmured, punctuating each word with
kisses along her temples.
    Doreen could hardly believe her ears. Her
Master was giving up the power and prestige on Earth that meant everything to
him. Giving it up for her—for the sake of freedom on Luna Ten. “You mean it?”
    His dark gaze met hers, and he smiled. Then
he bent over her belly and lapped her distended navel. “What can I give you for
giving me this child?”
    Doreen met his soft, loving gaze. “I want
you to help me find a mate for Nebula.”
    “Anything.” Shedir gathered her in his
arms, dropping kisses on her head, her throat, her swollen, aching breasts. “My
precious slave, your wish is my command.”
    The End
     

About the Author
     
    Ann Jacobs is a sucker for lusty Alpha heroes and happy
endings, which makes Ellora’s Cave an ideal publisher for her work. Romantica®,
to her, is the perfect combination of sex, sensuality, deep emotional
involvement and lifelong commitment—the elusive fantasy women often dream about
but seldom achieve.
    First published in 1996, Jacobs has sold over forty books
and novellas, some of which have earned awards including the Passionate Plume
(best novella, 2006), the Desert Rose (best hot and spicy romance, 2004) and
More Than Magic (best erotic romance, 2004). She has been a double finalist in
separate categories of the EPPIES and From the Heart RWA Chapter’s contest.
Three of her books have been translated and sold in several European countries.
    A CPA and former hospital financial manager, Jacobs now
writes full-time, with the help of Mr. Blue, the family cat who sometimes likes
to perch on the back of her desk chair and lend his sage advice. He sometimes
even contributes a few random letters when he decides he wants to try out the
keyboard. She loves to hear from readers, and to put faces with names at
signings and conventions.
     
    Ann welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website
and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com .
     
     
     
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