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

power. He leaned over, moving his hand slightly to part her lips so he could slide two fingers inside her pussy. She actually felt her flesh swell around his intruding touch.
    He held his fingers inside her, unmoving. The hand on the back of her neck moved, sliding around so he lifted her face so she looked directly at him. “I would never abandon you again, not like I did. This is my vow to you.”
    His fingers thrust forward as his mouth closed over hers. Slow and even strokes caused her to sigh into his mouth as her body ignited. He continued to bestow the hot, hard kisses on her, devastating her mouth with his own arousal.
    He pushed her higher, forcing her to take what he gave. The waves of pleasure were unbearable, yet her hips lifted in response for more. Those first glorious tendrils of arousal spread through her, expanding each time he thrust. Her muscles tightened around his fingers as his kiss deepened. He drank as if he’d never tasted her before. As if he would never experience anything this powerful with her again.
    The wet sound of their flesh moving together, the slide of his fingers against the walls of her slick channel, drove her higher, making it incredibly hard to concentrate. Frustrated, she growled softly as she ground back against his fingers. She wanted to savor what his touch did to her, but wanted to get off at the same time. Judging by the way he chuckled as he continued to silently demand of her, he didn’t appear to share her opinion. He drove her closer to the edge, slow and easy to build the pressure to excruciating levels. He pumped deep and hard, each slide a delicious thrill as pleasure rocked her foundation.
    She clutched at the cushion of the bench, desperately holding on as his powerful thrusts caused her to rock forward onto the balls of her feet. Her body responded with a constant hum of need each time he impaled her.
    “Your cunt is so hot and wet. Sweet. Like a tight fist around my fingers. You really haven’t been with anyone else, have you?” She shook her head, gritting her teeth as he drove harder and deeper than before. “Answer me.”
    Incredible pleasure ripped through her lower extremities, pulling a strangled groan from her. “Fuck.”
    He leaned closer to her ear, flicking his thumb over her pulsating clit. “I am fucking you, pet. Though I’m beginning to rethink doing so unless you answer me.” He started to withdraw his fingers, causing her to whimper in protest. “I asked you a question, Korene.”
    “You already know the answer.”
    “Indulge me.”
    The bastard already knew the answer, but that didn’t matter. He wanted to hear her verbal acknowledgement. Again. “Damn you.”
    He burst out laughing, holding just the tips of his fingers inside her opening as he continued to slowly stroke her clit. “Yes, damn me and damn my dominating soul for finding a sick fascination with the idea of you submitting to me even after watching you put Parkin in his place in your boardroom.” His fingers shoved forward, picking up the pace he’d abandoned earlier as his lips pressed against the side of her neck.
    His voice turned rough. “So damn me for wanting to bind your ankles and wrists with my ropes so you’re vulnerable to whatever whims I have. Damn me for wanting to spank your ass red to rid you of this obstinate streak. And damn me for wanting to fuck you so thoroughly you’re forced to stay in my bed because you can’t walk.”
    A tremor ran through her body as his confession broke through her upheaval of emotions and feelings. She lifted her gaze, struck by the confident power gazing back at her. Her heart gave a sharp thud. “Just you, Roland. No one else.”
    “And no one else for me, my precious pet.”
    Her breathing stalled as his words washed over her. Her stomach vaulted into her throat as if she hung on to those glorious few seconds before plummeting violently down the hill. Waves of pleasure rippled outward as she hung on the pinnacle of