Master of the Abyss

possibility of discovery, not her job-just the feel of his hands on her and her need to stay still.

Perfect.

Oh, God, she was going to die. Sweat covered her whole body, making her hands slip as she strained to keep her legs up. Please, please, please. Why didn’t he use his mouth again?

“Seems like I remember you saying something about interrogating me. Am I correct?”

She stared at him. Talk? Now? “Yes,” she bit out.

He lay so close she could feel his breath right on her clit, but only his finger teased her, circling the entrance before sliding in and out. Never enough to send her off, just enough that everything down there kept getting tighter, more swollen.

“Did I mention it wasn’t a good idea to tease a dom?”

Would you stop talking? “Uh-huh.” God, she ached and burned.

“Want to apologize?”

The evil bastard. Her answer came out a humiliating whine. “I’m sooorrrrry.”

He didn’t move.

“So, so sorry. Really sorry. Master. Sir. Emperor of the world. God of the universe.” She managed to clamp her mouth shut before adding, Fucking sadistic bastard.

Maybe he heard it anyway-he bit her again, and the sharp pain stabbed through her, making her jerk. Her legs slipped, and she grabbed them frantically. He chuckled, and she felt his tongue on the crease between her hip and thigh, so hot and soft. Move over, just a little, please. Her pussy throbbed. Burned.

He pushed one finger into her, then another, the added width wonderful, and she had to fight to keep her hips still. Don’t move. As if in revenge, her trembling increased.

“That’s very nice control, sprite,” he said, the approval in his voice like a stroking hand brushing over her. “I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”

Reward? She held her breath, and suddenly the fingers moving in and out of her changed, rubbing inside her, pushing against something…something that made everything inside her contract. And then he moved slightly, and closed his mouth around her clit, holding it firmly between his lips. His tongue stroked it ruthlessly-soft and wet-over and over. Inside, the pressure expanded like a balloon. With each touch of his tongue, the pleasure built exquisitely, higher and higher.

She clamped her mouth shut over her whimpers. He slowed, each drag of his tongue bringing her closer and… everything inside her seemed to gather together, petrifying her into unmoving stone until…

He sucked on her clit. Hard.

The pressure exploded outward as if the balloon had burst, flooding her with devastating pleasure in spasm after spasm. A wildfire totally out of control.

Oh God, hellfire, damn. Panting, she realized Jake’s hands covered hers, helping her hold her legs up as his tongue flickered over her, sending ripples of aftershocks through her. The screams that she’d muffled swirled inside her head.

“You did well, sweetheart,” he said, moving her hands away and lowering her legs. When he rose to kneel between her legs, his face appeared stern, but laughter danced in his eyes. “Your control is improving.”

She considered cursing him-but then, she’d never come so hard in her life. Would every time with him be like this? So overwhelming?

With other men, she sometimes felt as if she were watching herself react, doing what was expected, always keeping a rein on her emotions. But Jake never gave her a chance to step back or be apart-his commands left no room for anything but feeling. And part of the reason she could let go was trusting that he could and would handle her.

Holding her eyes with his, he undid his belt, unfastened his jeans, and lowered the zipper. Commando. His cock sprang out as if escaping a prison, incredibly long and thick, the veins engorged and bulging. With the same slow, deliberate movements, he sheathed himself in a condom. She’d never met anyone who had such control.

He grasped her wrists and pulled her to a sitting position. “From the way you were squirming-although you did a fine job of keeping under control-I think we’d best get you off your back.”

Now that he mentioned it, she could feel scrapes burning her butt and upper back.

He tossed her clothing on the rock for padding and said, “On your hands and knees now.” With determined hands, he helped her turn, and her insides started to quake with anticipation. He was so big, yet all she wanted was him inside her, filling her. “Rest on your forearms, sugar.” He pushed her shoulders down. Putting his hand between her legs, his palm against her mound, he lifted her butt higher, sending a thrill through her as he positioned her body, not giving her any choice in the matter.

He set his cock against her opening, sliding it up and down and getting it wet, she realized-only one second before he drove inside her in a ruthless thrust that wrung a cry from her. Her insides convulsed around the thick erection in wavering jolts of pleasure.

“Sugar, you feel incredible,” he growled, “and I am going to take you hard.” He lowered his voice. “Because I want to. Because I can.”

Somehow her bones trickled right out of her body.

He gave a deep laugh. With an implacable grip on her hips, he rode her, hard as he’d promised, hammering into her until the driving rhythm somehow caught her like a hooked fish, yanking her arousal up from the depths. And then she was lost as each plunging thrust pushed her closer and closer. As her need increased, she tried to push her hips back to meet his thrusts.

He slapped her butt, and as her insides clenched like a fist at the shocking sting, he said, “If you want more, Kallie, I will give you more-at my discretion.”

How could he talk now? She shoved back toward his cock again. A second later, she realized his meaning as he pushed her legs so far apart that she couldn’t do anything.

And then he curved his hands over the tops of her thighs and yanked her back against his groin, sheathing his cock to the hilt each time. He controlled her completely, yet gave her exactly what she wanted, and the knowledge thrilled through her and exploded her into a climax as quickly as if he’d set off a bomb inside her. This time her spasms slammed into his thick cock instead of his fingers, and God, the sensation felt incredible. Her head spun. Despite her orgasm, each implacable thrust sent her even higher until her body shook with the brutal pleasure.

His hands tightened, lifting her knees right off the rock. He growled and pressed inside so deeply she felt his cock hit her womb and then the jerking sensations as he climaxed.

God, she loved the feeling of him coming inside her, knowing she’d given him that.

He eased his grip and lowered her until her knees again rested on the rock. As he massaged her butt, he rumbled a satisfied, “I enjoyed that, sugar.” A second’s pause. “But seems like I heard you making noise. What shall we do about that?”

Hellfire, I’m doomed.

Chapter Nine

In camp, as Kallie started setting up for supper, she felt wonderful. As long as she