Free Her Master's Collar (On the Hunt) by Sara Brookes Page A

three hours last night, the fact he’d left her in order to give them both breathing room gave her clarity.
    Sex would cloud things.
    No mistake, the lack of it had certainly clouded her sleep last night.
    As she stepped from the shower, she ran her hands through her wet hair. Air jets embedded in the walls dried her skin as she twisted her hair up and out of the way on top of her head. Skin dry and fragrant with the scent of lilies, she stepped into the spacious room. Only to discover she wasn’t alone. Someone was with her and the someone wasn’t Finley.
    Heat darkened Roland’s eyes, her body singing in delight at the sight of him standing there in a pair of loose-fitting blue coveralls. A chill swept down her breasts, tightening her nipples into taut peaks. She tried to cover the response, but it was evident Roland noticed.
    He moved to step closer, but she held up a hand to stop him. She didn’t want a repeat of last night. “Give me a minute and I’ll get dressed.”
    “Don’t.” He reached out, using the barest of touches to skim his fingers over her collarbone, the hollow at her throat and down between her breasts. Fingernails gently scraped over her skin as he slowly traced the underside of her breast. Her breathing increased as his thumb grazed over her nipple.
    His hands moved to bracket her waist, tugging her to his body. She sighed when his tongue swept one tight bud into his mouth. He suckled, gently at first, alternating with quick nips from his teeth before he soothed away the burn with his tongue. The incredible feel made her toes curl against the lavish area rug. His wet tongue skimmed over the peak, causing her back to arch in offering.
    This is exactly what she’d wished for last night. No, not wished— craved .
    She came alive under his touch so quickly, it was hard to ignore how he made her yearn. Pushing every single misgiving aside, she succumbed. She pushed her hands over the curve of his head, pulling him closer as he trailed a path to her other breast and showered the same amount of attention on it.
    He sucked harder, pulling a sharp inhalation from her as tension coiled in her pussy. His arms became an iron bar around her waist, unyielding as he continued to sample her. Dampness flooded the space between her legs, but it wasn’t because she’d just taken a shower. She wanted him to hold command over her as he’d once done with such expert precision and grace, even though she’d explicitly said she couldn’t accept his collar. There was a difference between sex and domination, a certain familiarity to the place where she forgot the rest of the universe existed. Where she could come simply as his direction.
    She needed their play.
    Needed him to be the one directing her because his control filled a need that had been cold and barren for far too long.
    As if reading her thoughts, he straightened, lifting a hand to close it behind her neck. She expected him to crush their mouths together or maybe apologize for the liberty he’d taken, but instead, he stepped to the side.
    “Hands on the bench. Spread your legs for me, pet.” He tapped his fingers against her neck. “Now.” The command liquefied her knees as the power of it swamped her. She had no choice but to move in order to find something to steady herself. His hand stayed on her nape even as she bent forward. “You said you couldn’t accept my collar again, but your body says you still need me.”
    She swallowed against the dryness coating her throat. “Yes. I do.”
    “Just as I promised, it will be one day, one moment at a time. If you can put your trust in me again to give you what you need instead of what you want. We had that place once. I believe we can have it again, even without a collar. I won’t push harder than I feel is necessary.” Sure fingers cupped her slick heat, stroking the folds of her wetness.
    The room spun.
    The excruciating tension caused her to close her eyes. Everything about his touch spoke of