Free MustLoveMusic by Jennifer Dunne

was followed by a delicious warmth, spreading out over her
skin while at the same time spiraling deep to ignite the slumbering desire
within her. She wriggled on his lap, stoking the flames.
    He inhaled sharply, and tightened his grip on her hip,
holding her still. She recognized the firm pressure against the back of her
thigh as his suddenly hard cock.
    “I don’t have any condoms in this room. And if you keep that
up, I’m not going to remember why I need to go get them.”
    She froze at the low threat in his voice, more than the
words he used. When she remained still, his hold loosened and he released his
breath in a soft gust.
    “Thank you.”
    Careful to move only her head, she glanced around the room.
They were no longer in the playroom. He’d carried her downstairs, to the
reclining couch in the home theater.
    Her glance dipped down to the fluffy white robe she was
wearing. The breast was embroidered in gold thread with a fat bird. A bird
wearing antennae. At least that’s what it looked like upside down. She
struggled to read the scrolling print beneath. L’ Perdrix . That didn’t
help.
    She flicked her gaze upwards to Rikard, meaning to ask him
about the logo. His blue eyes watched her from within the dark depths of his
black mask.
    “You’re still wearing your mask.”
    “Yes.”
    “Then you’re still Master Rikard, and not just Rikard?” She
couldn’t explain the sadness this caused. After all, Master Rikard was the one
who had given her the best orgasm of her life in the kitchen, then topped that
with the full-body meltdown of ecstasy in the playroom.
    Maybe that was it. Master Rikard was about the sex. Held
close in his arms, cuddled and cared for, she wanted an emotional connection.
If it had been Rikard holding her, she’d have thought that’s what he wanted,
too. But it wasn’t Rikard. It was Master Rikard who held her on his lap while
his cock pressed hard and solid against her thigh. Master Rikard who wasn’t
done with her yet.
    Her breath quickened, her breasts tensing and tightening
despite herself. He was watching her reaction carefully. When her breathing
shifted, he slipped his gloved hand between the folds of her robe, the black
leather dramatic against the fluffy white terry.
    His warm hand cupped one of her breasts, his thumb rubbing
gently across the nipple. Gayle arched into his touch with a sigh, her eyes
closing to focus all her attention on the feel of his hand upon her. Her nipple
tightened even further, to a hard point.
    He tugged lightly with his thumb and forefinger, ripping a
gasp from her lips. Her hips bounced without conscious volition, pulling an
equally sharp gasp from him. His cock dug into the soft flesh of her thigh.
    “Where are those condoms?” she asked.
    “Upstairs, in the guest bedroom. But we can’t go up just
yet. Your friend will be calling soon, and she’ll be distressed if you don’t
answer the phone.”
    Gayle blinked. “How did you know…?”
    “She already called once, while you were asleep.”
    The blood drained from her face. “Oh my God! What did you
say? What did she say?”
    “It’s fine. I told her you were sleeping, and she promised
to call back in an hour.”
    “An hour? How long was I out?”
    “Forty, forty-five minutes. Something like that.”
    “Wow.”
    He tugged on her nipple again, soothing and inflaming her at
the same time. Gently, he untied the belt on her robe, and pushed the collar
off her shoulders, exposing her body to his gaze. His hand stroked her thigh
and hip beneath the robe, then glided up her rib cage to once again cup her
breast, while his head bent, and he pressed a soft kiss to the pulse point in
her neck.
    She shivered and moaned. Reaching up, she thrust her fingers
into his thick blond hair, clutching his head and pressing his mouth against
her neck.
    Rikard stiffened, just long enough for her to fear she’d
done something wrong, before he relaxed and resumed kissing and licking her
neck. His hand