She opens for me immediately, letting me inside to stroke her tongue with mine. I angle my head to the side to deepen the kiss, not sure which one of us moans. Probably both. The vibrations make me even hotter.
I wrench free of her lips and frantically kiss a path down to her breasts, sucking one nipple into my mouth and then the other.
She cries out as I release the second with a pop and continue downward until my lips find her clit. When I drag my tongue across her clit, she screams, a sound I’m finding I love. I’ve never been with someone as noisy as her. I’ll have to remember that. Might come in handy someday. How could I forget?
She would draw a crowd at Surrender if I made her come for everyone to witness. I wonder if she’d like that. Considering how aroused she got when we were at Abby’s house the evening I brought her there, and her reaction to being stripped in front of Lucy and Roman, it’s possible she might enjoy being watched.
I need her to come before I take her fully, so I double my efforts, sucking and licking and flicking my tongue over her pussy. Finally, she stiffens, arches her body, and moans through a long, intense orgasm. Her body shudders with every pulse.
When I lift my face, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand, I find her smiling at me, eyes glazed, that gorgeous sated look on her face. “Please, Sir,” she murmurs. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”
I rise onto my knees and lower my boxers down my body, lifting one knee and then the other to remove them. She watches me the entire time, her chest rising and falling.
My cock bobs free, harder than ever, precome leaking from the tip. I grip the stiff length with one hand and drag it up and down the shaft.
“I want to taste you, Sir,” she whispers.
It’s a horrible idea. If she comes anywhere near my cock, I will come. But I can’t deny her request, either. I climb over her body, straddling her chest. No way would I survive if she also touched me, so I grab her hands with one of mine to hold them above her head. With my other hand, I direct my cock to her mouth and trail my wetness along her parted lips.
She flicks the head with her tongue, and the visual alone is enough to make me moan. I’m going to love having her suck me off on her knees in the future, but not right now. All she gets this time is a taste.
She parts her lips, and I slide into her willing and eager mouth a few inches before pulling out. Already I know she’s going to slay me.
Without a word, I back down her body and then lean over to the bedside table to snag a condom from my top drawer. In seconds, I’m suited up.
She parts her legs wider when I lower between them. I cup her face and hold her gaze. “You’re so precious, little one.”
She flushes and lifts her hips against my erection.
I reach between us, line my cock up with her entrance, and thrust into her all the way to the hilt.
She gasps. Her arms fly forward of their own accord, grabbing my shoulders. Her nails dig into my skin. I don’t care. I like it. I don’t even mind the disobedience. She has no idea yet that she has done anything naughty.
Gritting my teeth to keep from coming, I pull almost out and then slam back into her. Damn, she’s fucking tight. I’m addicted already.
Sabine cries out over and over as I claim her body completely, making her mine.
That thought scares me to death. Mine. How will I survive if I lose her? What if she leaves me, changes her mind, or worse…dies? I would never survive that again.
I shake the maudlin thoughts from my head and focus on her sweet face. She’s so expressive. I can read her emotions in her eyes and the way she holds her mouth. I doubt she can see me clearly. Her eyes are glazed again. She’s in her head. Her lips are turned up in peace.
She’s happy.
I’ve made her happy.
I can’t hold back any longer, and I brace myself with my hands around her shoulders from beneath as I thrust one last time and come buried deep inside her.
I’m never going to let her go.
Chapter 24
Sabine
After the best weekend of my life, I wake up Monday morning already smiling. My body is sore from having sex in every position imaginable. I slept in Master Kellen’s bed Saturday night and we hardly left it on Sunday. I never had a chance to get into trouble. He kept me occupied. I was either eating, sleeping, being bathed, or getting fucked.
Master Kellen put me in my own bed Sunday night, kissing me gently and telling me I needed to rest. I missed him. I was lonely without him next to me. Touching me. Holding me. Caressing me. But I was also exhausted, and I fell asleep in minutes.
I slept hard, not waking up until now with Master Kellen sitting on the side of my bed smiling down at me. I’m instantly aroused from his proximity and his scent and his smile.
“Good morning, baby girl. You need to get up. If you’re tired, choose a young age today. I’ll let you nap after lunch.”
My pussy clenches. His words make me horny already. I’m still shocked at how at ease I feel living as his little girl. Sometimes it scares me or freaks me out. I’ve settled into my little space as if I’ve been here months instead of weeks.
“I’ll meet you in the kitchen, little one. Fifteen minutes.” He kisses my forehead. I even like it
