Free Dangerous Master by Tawny Taylor

panther, every motion graceful and smooth. His gaze never left hers as he stalked across the room. He loomed over her for a handful of heartbeats. She swallowed a lump.
    This was really going to happen.
    “Mine,” he repeated as he sank to his knees. His fingers curled around her ankles. He pulled them wider apart, opening her heated center to him. His nostrils flared as he inhaled. “You smell so fucking good.” His tongue swept across his bottom lip. A current of electricity buzzed through her system.
    She’d never seen a hotter fuck-me look, not ever. Not even in the movies or in a music video. Just his expression alone was making her pussy clench and unclench. Sticky cream was trickling down her ass cheeks.
    Did this man know how to stir a girl’s anticipation!
    “Slave. Come hold her legs,” Zane said. “Hold them up high and out.”
    Clark walked around behind the slanted bench back, caught her ankles in his fists, and lifted them high up in the air. He spread his arms to their fullest reach, creating a wide vee with her straight legs.
    Shifting forward, Zane nipped the supersensitive back of her thigh, now exposed by her position. He licked and nibbled the other one. He alternated back and forth, from one leg to another, teasing, tormenting, until she was trembling from head to toe. Finally, he spread her labia, exposing her throbbing clit, and gave it a couple of light flicks with his tongue.
    Her back arched. Her heart jerked in her chest.
    She was about to explode.
    He stopped. “Not yet. You can’t come yet.”
    Was he freaking crazy? Or just unbelievably mean?
    “Please,” she whispered.
    “I just started.” Gently, he applied pressure on her stomach, coaxing her to flatten her back against the bench’s back.
    “I know, but ...” She didn’t finish her sentence. She couldn’t remember what the hell she was about to say.
    He swirled his tongue round and round her clit, the movement slow, the pressure absolutely perfect.
    “Oooohhhhhh,” she heard herself say as Zane ate her pussy like no man had ever done before. He was a master of the art, knowing exactly how to stroke, where and how fast and how hard, and ohmygod she was going to come ...
    He stopped. “No!”
    She whimpered. Her muscles were pulled so tight she felt like she was tied in one big knot. She was so hot, she thought she might spontaneously combust. And she was so desperate for release that she was willing to do just about anything to have an orgasm.
    “When you come, you’re going to scream my name,” he said, sliding the tip of his index finger between her lips. He tasted salty, good. She flicked her tongue over it, swirled it round, simulating oral sex. His jaw clenched. “My name.” He withdrew his finger, traced a meandering line down her chin, the side of her neck, the center of her chest. It took a turn to the right, moving over the swell of a breast to take a few turns around a nipple. Her sensitive flesh responded, pulling into a tight little tip. Tiny currents of pleasure zipped through her.
    She looked at him, framed by her spread legs. The man was her vision of a wet dream, in every sense of the word. His face as impossibly gorgeous as any model or actor. His body a work of art. But it was his eyes that made her melt. She saw something in them. Not just raw, primal need. Something more.
    He shifted forward again, this time using his fingers to open her cunt lips wide. His tongue plunged in and out of her, the shallow thrusts more of a tease than a relief. On the verge of tears now, she curled her fingers into his hair, fisting the silken strands, and held him to her swollen, throbbing center.
    “Please.”
    He grabbed her wrists, jerking her hands away from his head. “Now you’re ready for my cock.” Not giving her any reason to suspect he meant the real thing, he unwrapped the dildo. His face was gleaming with her cream as his lips curled into a wicked smile. He placed the head of the dildo at her entrance.