Authors: Erin Lark
Stray (24 page)
She tensed. She straightened her back, moaning into my mouth as I kissed her again, gently at first—there but not there all at once. I pulled away and she whimpered, but not because of what I was doing with my hands.
“Did you not have enough?” I smiled when she shuddered. “Tell me what you want.”
“I…” She looked up at me, her eyes uncertain. “I want to…” She paused, taking a breath before trying again. “Suck you, Master. Please, let me—”
“No.” My voice was hoarse.
She said nothing, but the need in her eyes told me all I needed to know.
I held her steady with one hand at her back as I drew circles around her clit with my fingertips. Her lips touched mine, but they didn’t part. She shuddered. Moaned. She thrust against my hand, and I pulled it away. After realising what she’d done, Kassidy fixed her posture and closed her eyes.
You see what I’m doing to you now, Kassy? You do it to me all the damned time!
She murmured something close to my ear. A silent whisper. Barely audible, but it had the same effect as if she’d yelled it from across the room.
My cock strained beneath my slacks. Begging to get closer. To feel her, skin to skin. To thrust inside her.
I can wait.
It was always better when we waited. When I exchanged my lust for insanity. Until every fibre in my body liquefied—then I could lose myself in her hair. In her taste. Her smell.
I parted her pussy lips and inhaled her unmistakable scent—sweet with just a hint of spice. The same flavours that flowed through her bloodstream were now on my fingertips. I resisted the urge to lick them, to taste her on me. Doing so now would be the same as tasting her blood, and I wasn’t ready for that yet. I wasn’t ready to lose control—for this night to end.
We hadn’t even started yet, and she was already dripping wet.
“Are you ready for me?” I asked, gently sliding my finger from her clit down to her pussy and back again.
Her lips moved. She threw her head back. Screwed her eyes shut. I held the back of her neck and directed her to look at me.
“I asked a question.” I raised an eyebrow at her. “Is this mine?”
“Y-yes, Master.”
“And who do you belong to?”
“You, Master.”
I removed my hand from her clit and reached behind her to disconnect the cuffs from one another. “Good girl. We’ll keep your cuffs on for the time being. For now”—I lifted her chin with a hand and ordered her to get up off the ground—“I want you to remove my pants.”
About the Author
Erin loves writing out her deepest fantasies, from sexy wereshifters to strong characters and all things BDSM. But she wasn’t always this way. In fact, up until a few months ago, writing erotica was the furthest thing from her mind. She happily lived in a world of fantasy and science fiction, and the dirtiest scenes she’d ever written were a kiss between a druid and a dryad along with a skydance between two gryphons.
As uncomfortable as it was, Erin accepted a challenge from her husband back in December to write something new. It started with one word. Two words. Three thousand words later, she was hooked.
She currently lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and their small collection of pets.
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