Free Blaine, Destiny - Domination Plantation [Southern Plantation 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Destiny Blaine

her.
    Without question, she realized what he expected. She had definitely been trained, received a limited education. Either that or she’d read up on Domination and submission. The second she addressed him in a manner in which he preferred, all bets were off.
    Sometimes a man had to witness things for himself. He knew it was too soon to touch her, but by damn, he could watch her.
    He took a seat on the countertop beside her and picked up her hand. Kissing her palm, he traced the lines with his tongue, drawing one finger inside his mouth and sucking the slender digit. A gasp fell from her lips, reminding him of a promise he’d made to Heath.
    This was the wrong time and the wrong woman. Sometimes life played cruel jokes on men and women destined to be together.
    If he’d met Jenna at another place, in another time, it would’ve been convenient, more appropriate. With Fiona sick, he should’ve put on the brakes, respected his older brother’s wishes. Instead, he was seconds away from abusing the trust placed, wrongfully misplaced.
    “I want to watch you fuck yourself,” Brogan grated out.
    “Right now?” she squeaked.
    “Did you hear me place time constraints or specifics on when?”
    “No.”
    He arched a brow.
    “No, Master.”
    “If you don’t finger yourself, I’ll spank you. Do you like for other men to watch your Master spank you? I bet you enjoy having your bottom smacked in front of an audience. Don’t you?”
    She didn’t answer him. She didn’t sass him, and yet with the spunk he’d witnessed in Jenna, he’d definitely expected an argument. He lifted her hand to his mouth once more. Brushing his lips past her fingertips, he said, “Now, subbie. Fuck yourself. Make yourself come. Let me watch.”
    He dragged the dressing table bench across the room. He would observe from the corner. If he didn’t place some distance between them, he knew he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself. Jenna would be fucked. The last thing he wanted was to take her like a savage man-whore where his niece would hear them.
    “And do it quietly,” he reminded her, glancing at the door.
    “Yes, Sir,” she said, using her middle and forefinger to form a V-shape to part her folds. Sticking her free middle finger inside her twat, she twirled the digit right inside her opening.
    “Perfect,” he crooned, watching her eyes more than her lower half. He’d give her a few minutes and let her become more comfortable with him before he outright gawked.
    Her breathing changed and she dropped the towel open. She moaned, a delicious cry making him so hard he could’ve came in his pants.
    “Ah yeah, that’s real nice, Jenna. Do it for me, baby. Make that pretty pussy damp and hot. Make me hard, darlin’.”
    She tilted her head. “Do you like women with big breasts?”
    “I like your breasts, subbie,” he assured her. “I’ll clamp those perfect nipples for you sometime soon. Would you like it if I pierced them? I can do that for you.”
    She shook her head and her hand stopped moving. “I don’t want them—”
    “You’re not supposed to want or need anything, subbie. Don’t argue with your Master. I know what’s best for you.”
    She moved her hand closer to her body once more. Three fingers sank inside her pussy. “Brogan, I mean…Master,!”
    “That’s right, stroke it, honey,” he rasped. “Go deep for me. Lean back. Get comfortable. Fuck yourself until you come, honey. Hump that hand, baby.”
    God damn, she was tempting him. All he wanted to do was pull out his hard cock and show her he had the discipline to stroke himself without going to her, without taking her or the temptation she offered. Instead he watched her fingers disappear into one of the prettiest pink pussies he’d ever seen.
    Her excitement stuck to her fingers as she pushed the glistened digits inside her cunt. Then, to his amazement, she withdrew her fingers and brought them to her lips.
    He gulped as he watched her. He wanted to praise