Free Dangerous Master by Tawny Taylor Page A

She strained, waiting, breathless, desperate for that first blissful thrust.
    “Tell me what I have been waiting to hear,” he said.
    What was he waiting to hear? Confused, she looked at him, her eyes searching his. What?
    “Tell me this pussy is mine.”
    “It’s yours,” she whispered.
    The dildo plunged inside, pushing through her swollen tissues to fill her perfectly. She moaned with the pleasure, grateful she wasn’t empty any longer.
    “Yes, please fuck your pussy,” she murmured, throwing her hands up over her head to curl her fingers over the top of the backrest. As the toy slammed in and out of her, stroking her intimately, she clenched her pussy, heightening her pleasure. In and out it thrust, each gliding movement bringing with it a flurry of glorious sensation. The pleasure of each intimate stroke. The scent of her own desire in the air. The sound of her little moans and groans.
    Zane tongued her clit as he rammed that thick toy into her, adding another level of bliss to what was quickly becoming overwhelming.
    “Please? Now?” she asked, quaking with the need to come. “Now?” She was ready. Right there. Just a little more. Would he let her this time? “Oh, please.”
    “Yes. Now. Come now.”
    Her pussy spasmed around his cock as a tidal wave of carnal heat crashed over her. She was swept away into a world of sensation for a handful of glorious seconds. Gradually, the climax ended, leaving her feeling satisfied and giddy and tingly all over.
    Her legs were gently lowered, but she didn’t pull her knees together to hide herself. She wanted him to see every little twitch.
    Zane angled his body over hers, fisted her hair on either side of her face, and kissed her furiously, his groin grinding against her still-sensitive flesh. “Damn you, Amanda,” he muttered into their joined mouths. “Damn you for making me want you so badly.” He broke the kiss.
    More than a little dizzy, Mandy slowly lifted her heavy eyelids. Clark was pulling on his clothes. He was talking to Zane in a hushed voice. Zane responded.
    Trying to make out what they were saying, Mandy sat upright, turning her head toward them.
    Not a word.
    Clark left while Zane watched him go.
    Zane didn’t turn around to face her right away, leaving her to study his body language. One arm rested against the door frame. The other was bent in front of him. His head was lowered.
    Was he upset? Why?
    Feeling a little uncomfortable, Mandy stood, tugging her skirt back down where it belonged. She grabbed her shirt and yanked it over her head. “I guess I should be going,” she mumbled, tottering toward the door. She’d have to walk past him to leave. She had a feeling it was going to be awkward for some reason.
    Sure enough, as she shuffled by him, he grabbed her arm. There’d be no quick escape.
    His gaze snapped to hers. She couldn’t read his expression.
    “You forgot something.”
    She did?
    Oh! “Camera.”
    He pulled it from his pocket and placed it in her upturned palm. His fingertips grazed her skin. That tiny touch sent a wave of electricity buzzing through her whole body.
    “Thanks for not breaking it this time,” she said.
    “You were almost caught. You don’t want that to happen.”
    “I hear you.”
    His gaze intensified. “Whatever the client is paying, it isn’t worth it.”
    “I’m not at liberty to discuss my case.” She shoved the faux lighter into her pocket. “Speaking of cases, I’m sorry but I can’t accept your generous job offer.”
    He didn’t look surprised. His mouth tensed ever so slightly. “Very well.”
    “I appreciate the offer.”
    “Sure.”
    Now she felt really, really uncomfortable. She pulled her arm. Thankfully, he released it. “I guess I’ll see you around.” Feeling some sense of relief, she passed through the doorway.
    Maybe he was right. Maybe she needed to find another way to catch Clark in the act. Clearly, this was getting her nowhere fast. At least, no closer to collecting