Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
He wanted to be her Master.
But he was starting to think he also wanted times when he was her playmate and they both served the Master.
Keane chuckled. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Olivia, why don’t you tell us what you’re apologizing for.”
She seemed to struggle to breathe as he held his hand still against her pussy. “I’m sorry for walking out and not saying good-bye. I’m sorry for not taking my phone so you could call me. I’m sorry for putting you in a position where you had to deal with another one of my terrible exes.”
Garrett slid a finger deep and felt her try to clench around him. So desperate. This was right where she should be. “I’m happy to deal with any nasty ex you have. No need to apologize for that, but I will accept it for the other things. You can’t just walk out.”
“Yes, Master.”
What would it be like to be Olivia right now? To be in the position she was in. A reversal of sorts. What would it feel like to have her mouth on his cock, taking him to the edge and pulling away right before he went over it.
What would that feel like? What would the orgasm be like after he waited that long?
What if it was Keane’s mouth on his cock?
He pulled his fingers away and tried to concentrate on the task at hand because if he didn’t, he might embarrass himself right here and now. “She’s ready. She’ll go off like a rocket the minute you get inside her.”
She would be ready for pretty much anything. She would likely come more than once.
“Who said it would be me?” Keane asked in a tone that Garrett only ever heard on a dungeon floor or on the ranch when he was working and trying to make a point. Dark. Authoritative. “Or do you not want to fuck that gorgeous sub?”
The desire he felt nearly wrecked him. He was fairly certain he couldn’t get harder than he was right now. Maybe that was why he felt the way he did. All the blood in his body was in his cock. “You know I do.”
“And I want to watch you,” Keane announced. “Put on a show for your Master.”
He could do that. Keane liked to watch, though he never announced it before. He would simply step back and watch. This felt more real. Like it was intentional. Like they were building something.
With shaking hands he untied Olivia’s wrists and gently eased her into his arms. “Don’t lose that plug.”
She pouted up at him. “Are you going to torture me more?”
She was gorgeous and sexy but also adorable, and that was the part that got to him. She could be so serious that when she flirted with him and pouted, he felt ten feet tall. He and Keane could bring her out of that shell she built because she’d been hurt so many times before. Her family could love her, but they couldn’t do this for her. They couldn’t give her this particular safe space she needed so desperately.
He carried her to the swing, settling her in so she was cradled with her backside in the air.
And her big, gorgeous tits were hanging. Oh, they needed one of these. It held her securely but left everything important on display. He had access to her pussy and ass and tits and mouth. All her prettiest parts were offered up to him and the Master.
Keane stood back, and his shirt had come off. He was wearing his jeans and nothing else, his muscular chest on display.
If he wanted a show, Garrett could put on a show. He moved in front of her. The swing was perfectly placed so he could get to her pussy or her mouth.
He intended to have both.
After all, she’d gotten a warm-up. Didn’t he deserve one, too?
He hoped he didn’t blow the minute he felt her tongue on his aching dick.
He gripped his cock and put his free hand on her hair. “Get me ready to fuck you, sub.”
Her tongue came out, and he bit back a groan. Heat spread through him like a wildfire. The feel of her tongue darting around his dick made every muscle stiffen as pleasure began to flow through him. She whirled around his cockhead, gently sucking the bead of pearly arousal she found there.
“Her mouth is perfect,” Keane said in a low tone, his eyes right on the place where Garrett’s cock sank behind her lips. “Tight and warm, and she doesn’t hold back.”
“It’s heaven.” And the swing helped enormously. He could move her back and forth and keep perfect control.
“Do you like this, sub? Do you like having that big cock in your mouth? Do you like knowing you can bring him to his knees with nothing more than the feel of your tongue on him?”