Free Mastered by the CEO (Mastered By #4) by Opal Carew Page A

across from him naked.
    “I want you wet and ready for me at all times,” he said. “I want to see your nipples hard and straining. And I want your pussy visibly wet.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    She tweaked her nipple with one hand while she moved the other to her pussy. She stroked the folds.
    “Open your legs so I can see.”
    She widened her legs. The embarrassment from yesterday was gone. Right now she wanted him to look at her.
    She pinched her other nipple, tugging on it hard so it would sprout forward. Her fingers dipped inside her vagina and she stroked the silky flesh inside.
    “Are you wet?”
    “Yes, Master. Would you like me to show you?”
    “Yes. Open your pussy lips. Let me see.”
    She did as he said. The heat in his eyes warmed her. She could imagine her folds glistening with her slickness.
    She longed for him to come and touch her, but instead he returned to reading his book. She sat, open to him. Longing for him. But time ticked by as he ignored her.
    After half an hour, he looked up again.
    “Your nipples aren’t hard.”
    Anxiety rippled through her at the thought she’d disappointed him.
    “I’m sorry, Master,” she said as she tweaked her nipples aggressively, making them harden and elongate.
    “It’s too late for that.”
    Oh, God, had she failed? Did this mean he would send her packing?
    At that moment, she realized she hadn’t thought about her job or what this weekend meant toward gaining it back for her. All she cared about right this instant was that she didn’t want this weekend to end.
    “Please, Master. I’m sorry. I’ll do better.”
    He ignored her pleas and stood up.
    “Follow me.”
    She followed him down the hall, back to the room he’d taken her to last night. The one with the floggers. He grasped the back of her neck and guided her to the padded bench she’d stood beside yesterday.
    “Bend over,” he commanded.
    She bent over until her torso rested on the padding. He stretched her arms downward and bound them to the front of the bench with straps affixed to the wooden surface. Then he crouched behind her and she felt her ankles strapped into position.
    He walked to the wall and selected a flogger—pink suede. As he walked toward her, he stroked the long, flat tails. She watched them glide through his fingers like silk.
    He walked behind her and she tensed, expecting a stinging blow, but instead, the suede tails glided over her back in light strokes. Then they rippled from side to side. Soft. Caressing.
    She relaxed, soothed by the lulling gentleness.
    Then the soft fabric lifted from her skin, and connected sharply, stinging a little. But quickly soothing again in a soft caress.
    Then a stinging contact again, a little more than last time.
    Another gentle stroke.
    Her heart pumped faster as the flogger lifted again. This time it came down harder and she gasped.
    Then the strands glided over her ass. Ripples of awareness jolted through her. He pressed the handle, which felt like a series of stacked balls, against her ass and dragged it between her cheeks. The tip pressed against her anal opening and pushed against it.
    She gasped. She’d never had anal sex and… Oh, God was he going to push that inside her?
    To her shock she arched her ass upward, as if inviting him to do it.
    He chuckled, but glided the handle over her slick folds. She felt the tip push against her vagina. It pressed in a little.
    Oh, God she wanted him to drive it deep into her. She wanted to squeeze it inside her. To feel every bump and ridge of it.
    He pressed in about an inch… not enough… then he glided it over her soaking wet folds.
    Suddenly, the tails whipped against her ass, making her gasp.
    They swirled lightly over her stinging skin.
    Then they whipped against it again.
    She cried out.
    “Do you want me to stop?”
    His words jarred her. Her ass burned. Another stroke would hurt even more.
    But she realized she didn’t want him to stop.
    “No, Master. Please. I want more.”
    He