Free Meeting Her Master by Breanna Hayse Page A

’ s arms. He lifted the naked girl and held her snugly against his chest as he carried her to his chambers. He settled her on the bed and, once again, lay down next to her. “How are you doing?” he asked with a gentleness that only made her sob louder.
    Dahlia shook her head, unable to answer through the subsiding sniffles and hiccups. Each moment she felt she had finally cried herself to depletion, she felt another wave of sobs begin. “Will this ever stop?” she asked, her nose sore from blowing.
    “It will, I promise. Just let it happen right now. Feel the changes inside of you. This is healthy, cupcake.”
    “I can ’ t believe she did all that to me. I want to hate her, but I can ’ t,” Dahlia admitted.
    “Giada is one of the best at breaking down emotional walls and discovering true needs. She has instincts that I can ’ t even begin to explain, but I trust her.”
    “Where have you been?” Dahlia asked timidly.
    “I have been here all along, just watching and waiting. It took you a while to make your demand for attention.”
    “ I still don’t understand. ”
    “Are you an adrenaline junky?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Do you love the thrill of speed and danger? Do you push yourself to the limits without knowing if you can overcome the instinct to protect yourself?”
    “Maybe. I mean I like roller coasters, and fast cars, and…”
    “Trying to get into BDSM clubs. I don ’ t think that you are the masochist you believe yourself to be. You use the pain to escape, not because it is pleasurable, but because it helps you disengage. Yes, you do enjoy some, but you have restrictions. We will explore them and see what works best for both of us.”
    “ You aren’ t going to give up on me?”
    “Nope. You are stuck with us. With me. There is something incredibly special about you that I want to discover.”
    “What if you change your mind?”
    “I will make you this promise.” He sat up in the bed. “If we are not mutually right for each other, I will help you find a dominant who will be the kind of man, or woman, you want.”
    “You will?”
    “Yes. Don ’ t be afraid. You are never going to feel alone again. And you will learn the beauty and power of the word ‘no. ’ Turn on your back and spread your legs as wide as you can for me.”
    Dahlia blushed, suddenly uncomfortable with her nudity. She shook her head. “ I don’ t want to…”
    “Don ’ t want to what? Don ’ t want to feel my hands run down the inside of your thighs?” Blake asked, hovering over her body as his knees forced her legs apart. “You don ’ t want to have me kiss your skin or nibble on your flesh?”
    Dahlia shook her head as he held her wrists above her head with his left hand. “I ’ m scared and…”
    “Since when does fear inhibit your desire for pleasure, Dahlia? Since when,” he lapped her nipples, watching as they hardened under his tongue, “do you say no to your own pleasure?”
    “ I don’ t deserve it,” she cried out, her back cringing in a sharp arch as Blake pulled her nipples deeply into his mouth. “Please, don ’ t…”
    “This is not for your pleasure. It is for mine. I enjoy watching your response as I touch you,” Blake announced, releasing her wrists and running both hands down the length of her firm torso. He plunged his tongue into her belly button and then grabbed the silver captive ring with his teeth. “I will put a leash on this and teach you the joy of obedience. Or maybe,” his mouth traveled further and he nipped her nether lips, “I shall place a ring here and keep you chained to my bed. Will you say no to that, Dahlia?”
    Dahlia shook her head, her eyes rolling back as his hands and mouth touched her body with unyielding demands. His touch was so different from Ginger ’ s. Purely masculine and without playful hesitation.
    “Fuck me, Blake. Fuck me,” Dahlia begged, her struggling now focused on urging his hot mouth between her legs.
    “Maybe I don ’