Free Yes, Master by Margaret McHeyzer Page B

out and traces my lower lip. Her breasts are pushed into my chest, and I’m sure she can feel my hard-on pressing into her lower stomach.
    The word comes out, and it feels so natural as it rolls off my tongue.
    “Master.”
    “I’m going to kiss you,” she starts but before I can say anything her soft plump lips mold to my mouth, fitting perfectly with my own.  
    Slowly she pulls my bottom lip into her mouth and she nips at it as her tongue caresses and plays.
    Fuck me.
    I go to put my arms around her and pull her to me, but she moves them and places them on the counter.
    “Don’t move, just feel.”
    She darts her tongue out and immediately I accept her kiss. She applies gentle pressure as she strokes my tongue with her own. Ravishing another lick onto my lips, I’m beginning to lose control. She wants slow and ardent and I want fast and hot.
    “Stella.” We both hear Mason’s voice.
    Shit, again I’m caught with Stella rubbing her body all over me.
    I go to pull away from her, but Stella doesn’t stop. She cradles my head in her hands and presses a firm kiss to me. When she pulls away, she looks me straight in the eyes with a look I’ve not seen before.
    She smiles a half smile and slowly turns her head over her shoulder to look at Mason.
    “Pet,” she breathes out in a husky voice.
    Mason falls to his knees, lowers his forehead to the floor and puts his hands palm side up beside his head.
    What?

Chapter 10
    “Now, where were we?” Stella says as she leans up against me again and hovers her lips over mine.
    “What? No, we can’t do this. Mason get up,” I say as I push away from Stella and go stand next to him.
    “He won’t do it,” Stella delivers in a very certain tone.
    “Mase, stand up,” I say through clenched teeth, trying to prove her wrong.
    “He’ll only listen to me. He’ll do what I say, it’s like you’re not even in the room,” Stella declares as she folds her arms in front of her breasts. “Pet, table,” she instructs Mason with that dark husky tone.
    Mason goes up on his knees and straightens his back out with his arms stretched in front of him palms side down on the floor.
    “What the fuck are you doing?” I say to Mason as I squat down next to him.
    He’s focused on Stella though, not on me. He’s completely ignoring me and it’s stressing the hell out of me.
    What the fuck is happening?
    He’s listening to everything she says, and I’m questioning it.
    But I’m also getting seriously aroused by her dominance and his submission to her, just the way he’s zoned out and only listening to her voice waiting for Stella’s command.
    I can feel heat coursing through my body as lust starts filling my mind.
    I stand up and look between Stella and Mason, their exchange and connection is so personal and so erotic that I can’t help but keep looking.
    She looks at him with pride and he gazes at her with admiration.
    “Pet?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Waiting position.”
    Mason goes into the same first pose, on his knees with his forehead to the floor.
    “Ryan?” Stella says.
    “Yes.”
    She taps her nails on the kitchen bench but her look is thunderous and can tear me apart.
    “The last time I warn you, Ryan. Address me properly.”
    Shit. Again, I’ve fucking pissed her off.
    “Sorry, Master,” I say as I bow my head not wanting to look into her abrasive eyes. I don’t want her to see the hurt, the pain and the embarrassment I hold under lock and key, deep inside.
    “Take a seat, we need to talk.”
    What do I do here?  
    Where do I sit? On the ground?
    “Ryan, look at me and not at the ground,” Stella snaps.
    I slowly look up and my eyes find hers, she’s holding her hand out indicating one of the chairs in the kitchen. I look at Mason who’s not moved a damn inch.  
    I walk over to the chair that Stella’s telling me to sit on and pull it out and sit down.
    She lifts her chin and narrows her eyes to me.
    “Good, you’re naturally submissive. So