Free His Captive Mate by Samantha Madisen Page B

her open.
    “That’s it,” Hawk said as he pushed harder into her, spreading her open slowly. The wetness was helping to ease him in, but Daz had never felt anything like this in her life. She couldn’t believe that she was about to let herself be impaled by his hand. The thought shot through her body and suddenly changed everything. She felt her behind rise slightly into the air. She felt her tight hole relax and open for him. She felt the pressure at it swell but now she wasn’t scared anymore. Now she wanted him. She wanted him inside.
    As her body reacted, Hawk’s thumb, slick and slippery from her wet hole slid easily into her rear entrance as Daz gasped then let out a low moan. She closed her eyes. She was unable to focus on anything but the feeling of being filled by him. Her body shifted, pushing her ass even higher into the air, giving him even more access to what had only been hers.
    His fingers pressed up against her wet flesh again and the sensation of having him inside and touching her at the same time made her whole body swell with pleasure.
    “Oh…” Daz cried as he resumed the circles, now slightly faster than before. “Oh, Hawk, I-I don’t know… I don’t know what…” she mumbled as wave after wave of heat and goodness ran through her at his touch. Now she saw where she was headed. He was going to do to her what she’d done to herself at the doctor’s. He was going to give her that feeling. She was going to feel that same blistering heat by his hand.
    “Oh, Hawk… I-I’m going to…”
    Hawk steadied his stroke, realizing he’d found the perfect rhythm for his pet, with his thumb still buried deep inside her, his fingers pressed and flexed against her sex as they spun her slowly into oblivion.
    Daz winced at what was to come. The warmth filled her again, followed by a blinding white light that came when she closed her eyes. She felt heat pulsing from her core and onto her master’s hand. Her body began to rock back and forth and she wanted nothing more than to feel the sweet reward that would come to her for doing his bidding. As her muscles began to tense once more, she felt the moist folds he was massaging begin to clench, desperate for something to squeeze. She dug her fingers into the bed. Her eyes squeezed tight. Now there was nothing but that feeling of balancing on the thin edge of pleasure and as she began to moan, she felt that wet, hot ache that had built between her thighs explode through her body and then she was falling, falling, falling into a blissful nothingness again.
    When she drifted back into the room, she felt herself shuddering as the last throes of her ecstasy ebbed. She opened her eyes as he slipped out of her and she turned her head to see what he was doing.
    He swept up the implement he’d brought from across the room. It was a small, silver cone with what looked like a bowl on one end. Before she could react, Hawk pressed the tapered end of it against her rear and pushed. The thing slipped in easily, coated as she still was with her own liquid.
    “Oh!” she gasped, turning to try and see what was happening to her. But by the time she’d turned her head, the thing was embedded where his thumb had been just moments before, held in place by the wide, curved shape at the end. She wriggled at the unfamiliar thing inside her body but Hawk put a hand on her back to keep her still. He stood up, no longer able to control himself, unhitched the belt at his hips, and let his pants fall to the floor.
    Daz’s mouth dropped open, her eyes widened, and she forgot completely about the thing that had just been pushed inside her. Hawk’s massive, throbbing column was just inches from her face and she looked up and down its length, unable to believe her eyes. Her gaze settled on the engorged head, dancing up and down as his need for her coursed through his body. He didn’t wait, or ask or tell her what she was to do. He simply put his hand at the back of her head, steadied