Free Master of the Circle by Seraphina Donavan Page B

clit, Jenna wanted nothing more than to reach between her own legs and stroke herself.
    The woman moaned, and her head fell back as her lover’s tongue lapped at the hard bud of her clit. Her red lacquered fingernails dug into his shoulders as she shuddered and moaned. He moved lower and Jenna leaned forward to watch as he made a point with his tongue and drove it into her sheath again and again, fucking her with it.
    Jenna whimpered, unable to look away. She wanted to feel it instead of just seeing it, but at the same time, the knowledge that this sight was her Master’s gift made her want to savor the experience.
    The woman’s moans intensified as her partner once again closed his lips over her clit, suckling it into his mouth.
    “Are you enjoying the show, love?” the Master whispered into Jenna’s ear.
    “Yes, Master, I am,” she replied, stunned at the husky sound of her voice.
    He reached out and stroked his hand over one silk clad breast, his fingertips brushing her distended nipple. “Do you wish he was doing those things to you?” he queried, his fingers closing over her nipple, tugging gently.
    Trembling, Jenna replied with a gasp, “I do, Master, but I’m also enjoying watching him, knowing that you’ve done this for my pleasure.”
    “Very good,” he said with a smile. “Part your thighs, and touch your clit for me.”
    Jenna’s breath caught. Could she do that? Could she touch herself so intimately in front of others? Did she have any choice? Slowly, trying not to show her hesitation, Jenna parted her thighs, revealing the slick folds of her sex. She slid one hand between her legs, parting the damp lips to expose her engorged clit.
    “You are very obedient, my pet. You will do very well here,” he said. “Now, you may touch yourself, but you may not come until I say. Watch your show.”
    Jenna tapped her clit lightly, sending shocks of pleasure through her body as she turned her attention back to the couple. The woman moaned and then began to shudder as she came. Jenna fought the urge to delve her fingers into her aching sheath. She had not been given permission for that, only to touch her clit.
    The couple in the center of the tableaux shifted, the man helping the woman to lie down on the floor. He placed pillows beneath her hips, angling them upward. Jenna’s gaze never wavered from the couple as he lifted her legs, placing one ankle on each of his strong shoulders. He loosened the ties of his pants, and the black silk parted to reveal an impressive erection. Long and thick, it bobbed with his every move as he guided it to his partner’s slick entrance. Jenna shuddered, her fingers moving more quickly over her clit.
    “No,” the Master said, leaning in close to her ear. “You must stop now. You cannot come yet.”
    Jenna’s breath escaped on a little sob as she reluctantly drew her fingers away from her throbbing clit. “Yes, Master.”
    “You are doing so well,” he said. “Such a good, obedient girl. A good slave must always trust her master, my sweet. Delaying your fulfillment now will only make it sweeter later.”
    Jenna couldn’t speak, so she nodded. Her body ached with need, her pussy clenching in anticipation of having a hard cock inside her. Her nipples were so hard they hurt. Still she couldn’t stop herself from glancing at the Master. The bulge at the apex of his muscular thighs was unmistakable. She couldn’t wait to feel his cock inside her. Would he be gentle, or would he take her roughly?
    “Watch them,” he admonished softly.
    Jenna turned back to the couple in time to see the man’s cock slide, inch by inch, into the woman’s glistening cunt. As Jenna looked on, the woman’s back arched, her head pressing into the pillows. The man continued his controlled movements until he finally penetrated the woman fully. Jenna’s breath caught as she watched him withdraw almost completely before ramming his cock into her again. The force of it shocked Jenna, and the