Free Owned Forever by Willa Edwards Page A

her legs shaking. A deep growl rumbled from his chest. Damn, she was already hot and wet, desperate for him. And he was crazed for her too.
    “Please, Master,” she moaned, thrusting back as far as she could in her bounds. Her ass bumped his groin, and he sucked in a breath. He was so hard he could almost plow through steel, but he ignored the tightness growing between his legs. This wasn’t for him. It was for her. To fulfill her needs. His stupid cock wouldn’t get in the way of his duty.
    “What do you need, pet? Tell me.”
    “I need more, Master.” Her words were thick, covered with tears, the very sound ripping at his resolve. “I need to be overwhelmed… I need to not think.”
    She needed subspace, the release and relief that could be found between them. And he wanted to give that to her, almost as much as she needed it.
    “Don’t you worry, pet.” He gripped her nape harder, tightening his fingers until she let out a little, breathy sigh. Her heartbeat pounded beneath his fingers, and his own heart kept pace. “I’ll take care of you.”
    He reached to the workbench, extracting a six-inch remainder of a two-by-four. The wood had been used to repair the door of Bertha’s stall after she’d kicked a hole in it. But now he had a much better purpose for it.
    He held the cut end toward himself, to make sure not to hurt her. Winding back, he smacked the wood against her fleshy ass. She yelped at the intense smack, her whole body twitching beneath the shock. She sucked in a deep breath and her body relaxed.
    He wished he could see her eyes, then he’d know how she felt. He’d stop in a second if she didn’t like it. But he doubted that was the answer she’d give. But at this angle, all he could see were miles of beautiful, damaged flesh.
    “Do you like that, pet?” He smoothed his fingers over the red welts he’d created on her behind, attempting to sooth the ache.
    She nodded limply, almost like she didn’t have the energy to raise her head. Good.
    He picked up the pace of his spanking, slamming the wood against her flesh mercilessly. The thump of the two-by-four hitting her rump echoed through the barn. She shrieked and cried and begged for more. Her hips thrust back, moving in time with his slaps, pushing deeper into each spank. His biceps burned from the repeated, forceful swings but kept up the pressure. This was what she needed. And he couldn’t deny her. He wouldn’t.
    When her muscles turned limp, leaning her weight against the sawhorse, he stepped between her legs. Pressing her thighs apart, he spread her pussy open for him. She let out a little moan, the sound shooting straight to his groin. It took a full minute for him to regain his composure. His balls burned, needing release, but his job wasn’t done yet.
    With one thrust, he shoved two fingers deep inside her, pushing her over the edge. Like a rocket, she went off, crying and screaming his name. Her pussy tightened around his fingers. Yet he continued to shove them in and out of her in quick, pounding thrusts. Her whole body shook around him, quivering across the sawhorse. He only wished she faced him. There was nothing more beautiful than the look on Kate’s face as she came.
    He continued to finger-fuck her until a small moan escaped her lips. Her body collapsed, all the strength leeched from her muscles. He pulled his fingers from her and untied her hands, untwisting the rope from her arms. Her limbs swung down, limp at her sides.
    She was deep down in subspace. This was when she needed him most.
    Grant massaged her arms, easing the blood flow back in after being bound in one position for so long. Beneath his touch, she moaned, her sweet, quiet sounds tugging at his heart. She was soft and vulnerable like this. The gift of her submission was so beautiful he almost had trouble looking at her. He’d never be worthy of this gift. He never had been. But he’d do anything in his capabilities to prove to her he was. Whether that