Free BegMe by Scarlett Sanderson Page B

anything to her and she was powerless to stop him.
    The slight frisson of fear mixed with a heavy dose of desire
made her jerk against her restraints. Her pussy throbbed. She wanted to drag
him closer, demand his teeth on her skin. A large part of her reveled in the
loss of sexual control. Nothing existed for her except him.
    Jared worked his way down her torso with his hands and
mouth, manipulating erogenous points she never knew existed. Almost reverently,
he ran a hand over her slightly rounded stomach. His teeth nipped at her hip
bones, gently at first then with more force. Nips she knew would leave a mark.
    As he used more force, ribbons of pleasure cascaded through
her body. She had never understood how pain could be a pleasure but the
threshold between the two was a very thin line. Only a man like Jared could
understand that.
    Reaching her panty line, he slipped his fingers beneath the
material, making room for his tongue to follow the same path. She felt his wet,
warm tongue caressing the top of her curls.
    “Please. Please.” Tessa never begged for anything. Right now
it came naturally. She wanted him to move lower, to pull her panties aside and
thrust his tongue into her demanding pussy.
    He laughed, and she felt the reverberations in her core. His
gaze met hers. “Is my slave anxious for me to fuck her?”
    She had never seen anything so erotic as his gaze boring
into her. His tongue snaked out and licked her clit. She watched every
movement, every subtle sweep of his tongue, feeling it deep inside. That look
made her pussy clench, tighten, release a rush of moisture into his mouth. Her
clit swelled.
    When he sat up, ceasing all contact, she wanted to scream in
frustration. He really was punishing her.
    His gaze dropped to her thong and darkened. He let out a low
growl. His feral tone thrilled her.
    “This has got to go.” Fisting the scrap of material, he
ripped.
    She heard the elastic snap. “Jared!”
    His eyes burned with an overwhelming intensity. Despite the
need there, he remained outwardly calm. His commanding aura never faltered yet
her resistance to submission crumbled with every passing second. Being in someone
else’s control was a heady aphrodisiac, one she didn’t want to fight anymore.
    “Master. I’m your Master.” He delved between her thighs,
lapping at her pussy like she was the finest ambrosia. He flattened his tongue
to make long, lascivious strokes.
    Tessa whimpered, she squeezed her eyes closed and lifted her
hips, hoping to release some of the wild tension. She concentrated all her
thoughts on one place—her pussy. Nothing mattered except the feel of his
tongue.
    He moaned against her, the vibrations playing against her
clit like a well-strung violin.
    “More!”
    Parting her slick folds with forefinger and thumb, he
touched the tip of his tongue to the hardened nub of nerve endings. He pushed
one finger inside her sopping wet opening, adding the friction she needed.
Jared found a devastating rhythm of fingers and tongue that shattered her every
emotion.
    She gasped, trying to suck in enough air to keep her lungs
rising and falling. Her heart beat so fast, she thought it would explode out of
her chest.
    He stopped long enough to choke out, “Who am I, slave?”
    Slowly, inch by inch, he dragged one thick finger out of her
pussy. The slurping sound it made told her just how wet she really was. Not
that she needed to be told. She could feel her juices flowing, running down her
thighs in musky-scented rivulets.
    “Jared.” Her throaty reply was punished by Jared plunging
his finger back inside to the hilt of his knuckle.
    “Do you submit your body to me?”
    He repeated the process of dragging his finger back out,
this time curling the tip so it scraped against her cleft.
    She moved her head from side to side. She couldn’t submit,
couldn’t bring herself to say the words. Some final barrier prevented them from
escaping her lips.
    “Jared, please!” She choked out the plea,