Free Fallen Too Far by Mia Moore Page B

then it stopped. She exhaled slowly through her mouth the breath she had gulped and held within her. Her skin tingled as she sensed his approach. His face was then before her half shut eyes. She opened them wider to see his eyes peering at her intently, the smirk on his lips. She was breathing hard.
    Her Master chuckled and retreated to stand behind her again. There was a click and the low hum of a vibrator. Oh God, she had longed for this. His fingers stretched her panties to the side and the vibrator teased her. Lost in the sensation, her hips rolled into it. Then it was gone. There was a tug on her ankle before it was freed by his fingers. Then her other foot. His chest grazed across her back as he released her hands.
    She leaned into his chest as he stood behind her. The rest he would have to take.
    He leaned over and effortlessly lifted her off her feet. She felt so light and small whenever he took her in his arms that way. She had tried to control herself, but her body betrayed her. She wanted him. She craved him to take her.
    She… needed him…
    She nuzzled into his neck as he carried her to the main staircase.
    “You didn’t cry out.”
    “No…” she breathed.
    She could hear the smirk in his voice. “And yet your body surrendered.”
    “Yes…”
    “You please me, Annik.” She tightened her arms around his neck. You thrill me, Tom. She was going to get fucked into next month and couldn’t wait. She felt her knees flex in his arm.
    He carried her up the stairs and down a hallway. When he reached the correct room, he pushed the partly open door with his foot. The room had a twilight glow from lamps mounted to the wall. He lowered his arms and she stood by the queen bed.
    His rough undressing of her belied his own desire. She jerked forward on her toes as he pulled at the sides of her corset unhooking the clasps, and tossing it aside. The light in the room caught the flare of his eyes as they roamed over her body—her slender neck under the leather collar, lithesome shoulders, arms, the full orbs or her breasts topped by rouged nipples, smooth, slightly rounded tummy above the bare V where her legs met.
    Taking her by the forearm he laid her on the bed, face down and sat beside her. His hand stroked her long hair and lifted it to the side. He dipped the cloth into the bowl and wrung it out before pressing it to the bruises on her skin. She flinched at the cold, then relaxed into the relief. He wrung the cloth one last time, soaked it with witch hazel and pressed it to her skin.
    How often have they done this ritual? Why was it each time felt like the first?
    He stood up and began to unbutton his shirt. “Roll over.”
    He continued with the buttons as he watched her. Her gaze, filled with longing locked with his. She wanted him but she would have to wait. He dropped his shirt and slipped his shoes off. His fingers slowly unbuckled his belt and fly and slid the pants down and off his legs, scooping his dark socks off in the process. His cock was heavy yet straining upward as he stood silently, noticing her gaze drop.
    He nodded. Languorous as a cat she eased up onto her knees and slid closer to him. His hard cock brushed the side of her upturned face, begging him with her eyes. He held the moment before nodding once more. Her hands raised to cup his balls and stroke his shaft, guiding it into her mouth. Her eyes never left his as she eased her mouth down onto him. Deeper, she pulled him into her throat; her eyes watered. She took him deeply, paused for her gag reflex to calm, and deeper still.
    “Stop. Lie on your back again.”
    She obeyed with grace.
    “Spread your legs.” He placed his knee on the bed and moved to kneel between her knees. Leaning forward over her he held his cock and rubbed it along and between her cleft. Her eyes closed and she gasped when he lingered on her clit, rolling over it in small circles. Her legs opened wider and her hips thrust harder against his cock.
    He slapped her hard