Free My Obsession by Cassie Ryan Page B

hard limits, and safe words are fully respected at Club Desire. And no one will touch you or force their attentions on you in any way. Any touch or interaction will involve them having your permission first. So, again, I apologize.”
    Master Mason’s note had apparently contained quite a bit more than she’d imagined. But right now, her senses were still buzzing from Master Brent’s chaste kiss, and remnants of their play with the violet wand in his alcove. How would she react to a much more lingering kiss, or even a full scene with Master Brent?
    “Don’t apologize. You’re right. I did need it, and I appreciate your reassurances. I feel safe here already.” She stopped as she realized that she really did. Without even meeting all of the other Doms or seeing the entire club, there was something about the energy of this place that radiated safety and welcome. No wonder it was such an exclusive club.
    “I’m glad.” He stared at her lips for a long moment, making her wish he would come closer and kiss her again.
    She watched him carefully and knew a smile curved her lips as she said, “Oh, and Master Brent…”
    One dark brow rose in question.
    “You have my permission to kiss me anytime you’d like.”
    The rustle of cloth was the only warning she had before she was pulled firmly against his hard body, his rough kiss sending torrents of excitement and need through her.
    Sandra wanted to wrap her legs around his waist and demand he fuck her, right here in the elevator, but since he was taller than she, all she could manage was to bury her fingers into the softness of his shirt and writhe against him as the erotic sensations, and the danger of the elevator doors opening at any moment, nearly sent her over the edge.
    Master Brent started to pull away and she grabbed his shirt tighter, yanking him back. “Yes, please. I’ll ‘yellow’ or ‘red’ if I need to,” she gasped around their heated kiss, giving him permission to do as he liked with her.
    Her words seemed to spark something inside him and his arms came around her, bracketing her against him roughly, but only enough to be exciting, not threatening. His large hands cupped her ass and he lifted until she could wrap her legs around his waist and her mound bumped against his very hard cock.
    He backed her up against the wall of the elevator, holding her in place with his body as he reached up under her skirt and found the crotch of her very wet panties.
    He growled deep inside his throat, a guttural, almost possessive sound.
    She panted as he slid one finger under the edge of the lacy material to find her slick center.
    Sandra gasped, her pussy tightening around his thick finger as he pushed inside her. When he added another finger and pushed even deeper she moaned and let her head fall back against the wall, breaking their kiss as she drowned in sensations.
    He worked his fingers in and out of her, building the quickly spiraling tension deep inside her pelvis.
    “Sandra. Look at me.”
    The unwavering demand in his voice broke her out of the sensual haze that held her, and she opened her eyes and lifted her head as best she could.
    Immediately his intense blue gaze captured hers, branding her like his fingers that were still deep inside her.
    “I want you to look at me while you come, and know who caused you to shatter.”
    Something in his tone screamed “mine!” and she didn’t argue. At this moment she would gladly agree to be his sub…his anything, as long as he never stopped what he was doing to her.
    The wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of her core filled the air around them as well as the thick, tangy scent of sex. She reveled in both, and only craved more.
    “Please…” She hung so close to the edge it was nearly painful. “Please…”
    A darkly mysterious smile curved his sensual lips and he mumbled, “Such a good little sub. I love it when you beg…” He said it so softly she almost didn’t hear it.
    He ripped another