The cold question sent a chill down her body. “Master?” She didn’t understand it.
She felt his hand on her. He was sticking his liquid inside her, preparing her with
his fingers. While her heart was beating faster, her body was wired… sensitive. Why
would that be? She asked herself as his rough finger flexed on the bundle of nerves of
her womanhood. A moan escaped her throat; she tried to cut it off, but it escaped
anyway.
His hand stilled, and he withdrew it. She felt bereft. The feeling confused her. Why
would she feel this way?
She was still pondering it when his body caged her in, and she felt his organ
pushing against her. She spread her legs a little wider to take in his enormous body.
Pulling back and resting the tip of his phallus at her entrance, he slammed into her
with so much force she nearly lost her balance.
“Aaargh!” she cried out at the pain that seared through her. She felt unbearably
full. Danika squeezed her eyes shut and mentally prepared herself for the persistent
rough thrusts to come.
He didn’t move. She was leaning against the table, her body trembling, and he was
wedged deep inside her, his hips meeting her body, his hand holding her waist.
Her erratic breathing was in the air, and he seemed to fight himself-his hand
clenching and unclenching on her waist showed that. Then he pulled out and stepped
back.
“Get on the bed,” he commanded.
A lash of relief ran through Danika’s body as she stood up. Her shaky legs carried
her to the high king-sized, well-arranged bed with a red bedsheet clinging to it. She
climbed onto it and gave him her back. Tears prickled the back of her eyes, and she
didn’t know why. She blinked quickly to keep them away.
The bed dipped, and he climbed in behind her. He was still clothed, she noticed, as
his clothing brushed her thigh.
Her eyes closed again; her body drew taut like a drawn bow as she waited for his
rough invasion of her.
Surprise shot through her when he lined his phallus to her opening and slowly
started working himself inside her. He pressed into her inch after inch, going slowly
until he buried himself to the hilt.
“Oh,” she breathed, feeling pleasure spread through her to dull the pain. She
arched her back, still feeling unbearably full.
He pulled back and pushed into her again, just as slowly. She bit her lips as he
repeated the movement over and over again until her body was so hypersensitive her
breath was leaving her mouth in quick gasps. Then he picked up the pace, slamming
into her so hard her teeth rattled. The painful pleasure made her cry out repeatedly as
he continued the movement, plunging deep and withdrawing and plunging again.
Danika clawed the bedsheets; her eyes slid shut as he rocked her world as he
rocked her. His hand went around her and curled around her throat. “What is it about
you?” he groaned again behind her, slamming into her again. His hand holding her
still to take his punishing hard strokes.
She sobbed, her body shivering. She couldn’t process the question he was asking
her because of the demands he was making on her body. He was going to split her in
two.
His hand snaked around and squeezed her breast. He tweaked her nipple, drawing a
moan from her tight throat. Her hand shot out and clenched on his clothed thigh,
trying to slow down the force of his thrusts.
The tears came back again. Danika wasn’t sure if it was from the hurtful slams of
his body or the things her body was craving from his.
She wanted-needed-his warmth. Him to take her as a man would take his lover,
not as a master would take his slave. Not as Cone’s daughter would take the monster
her father created. She wanted him to take her naked, not clothed.
His hand on her neck tightened, his hand on her hip, pulling her back to meet his
hard thrusts. He groaned as he slammed into her repeatedly, hitting the very end of
her. She cried out as he angled his thrusts. The tears that prickled her eyes before
filling her eyes. She knew she had no right to feel the things she was feeling. If he had
any to give, she didn’t have the right to want his warmth. She had no right… but she
wanted it. Her body craved that warmth. Badly.
And so, when he pulled back again, his organ gliding inside her tender flesh, her
legs gave out and she fell face-forward on the bed. She twisted immediately so she
laid on her back, turning to face him. She closed her eyes, squeezing them shut tight.
“Please…” she whispered, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes down her
ears to splash on the bed.
“Danika,” he grated in a hard, commanding tone.
She shook her head from side to side miserably. At that moment, her brain had
shorted, and she wasn’t thinking of how he’d punish her for doing this.
“Please,” she whispered again, her eyes still closed tight, knowing he didn’t want
her to see him. She parted her thighs for him, her body lifting uncontrolled on the bed,
waiting for the embrace of his.
The silence was deafening.
In the back of her mind, she knew he could forcefully pull her up and force her
back to her previous position. He had the strength of so many men and he could easily
flip her around. She waited for him to do so with her eyes closed tight. The night air
was whipping around, making her feel cold and empty.
Then she felt his hand nudge her head, and she raised it for him. When she felt the
familiar feel of the blindfold coming down around her eyes, the deep feeling of relief
and pleasure released more tears from her eyes.
The blindfold secured, he pulled back, and she held the rough material of his
clothing. The bed dipped again, and she felt his weight come down on her.