I Married a Master(58)
Author: Melanie Marchande

I folded my arms across my chest, watching him. He was still visibly aroused, and my body had an instant reaction to the sight, winding me even tighter than before. But I just took a deep breath and watched him squirm.

"I just want to ask you one more question, Ben," I said. "Can you be a Dom without being an asshole?"

He let out a tight laugh. "I have it on good authority that I can’t breathe oxygen without being an asshole. But if it means you’ll stay…I can try."

"Good," I said, taking a step towards him. "’Cause I was just bluffing."

This time, he laughed for real, crossing the room in a few long strides and capturing me, with his arms around my waist. "You’ve got a hell of a poker face, sunshine."

"You have no idea." I pressed my hips against his, loving the little groan that escaped the back of his throat.

He kissed me, hard and fast, just giving me a little taste of his mouth before he withdrew. "Get back in position, babe. We’ve got unfinished business."

Laughing breathlessly, I went back to the table and practically hurled myself across it. "That’s not my name, Sir."

"Yeah, sometimes I like to mix it up a little bit." He pulled my skirt back up, letting his hands linger on my ass. "God damn, you are beautiful."

"You know it’s not the names, right?" I gasped as his fingers strayed between my legs. "It’s the way you say them."

"It’s both," he replied, kneeling down behind me. "But I’ll accept that as a complement anyway."

Giggling, I squirmed at the feeling of his hot breath on my skin. "Are you going to beg?"

"That was just a figure of speech. I don’t beg. Ever." He brushed his lips against the sensitive skin on my inner thigh, and I shivered all over. "But if that’s a sticking point, a man might just ask very fucking nicely."

I laughed, then whined a little as his teeth grazed me through the soaked fabric of my panties. "Consider this an open invitation to taste me whenever the hell you want, Mr. Chase," I breathed. "But a girl does like to hear please and thank you every now and then."

"All right, then." He nuzzled against me. "Please might I grab your panties between my teeth, so I can get them out of the way and make you scream my name until you lose your voice?"

I really hadn’t thought it was possible to be more aroused than I already was. But I was wrong.

"Yes," I managed.

"Thank you."

He made good on his promise.

My knees buckled, pleasure rippling up my spine and making me cry out helplessly. Scrabbling for my grip on the table, I tried to hold myself up, but a moment later his hands planted firmly on the backs of my thighs. He was pressing me hard against the wood, and I’d have bruises, but all I cared about was his tongue.

It was shockingly intimate, for a man I hadn’t even planned on kissing tonight. Let alone this. I realized that until moments ago, we’d never even kissed for real, not in private – but every kiss we’d shared in public had more meaning than we’d wanted to admit.

I was spiraling out of control already. It was almost embarrassing, the way my body had responded so quickly to him, so relentlessly captivated by everything he did. But I didn’t even know how I could have hidden it. There was no artifice. With the first impact of his hand on my ass, he’d lit a fire under me that I’d never be able to forget.

Thrashing and moaning, I tried to keep myself still underneath him. But it was impossible. With his face buried between my legs, all I could do was hold on for the ride.

The man knew what he was doing. I had to give him that. He stopped for just long enough to lick his lips and whisper, "tell me when you’re about to come. Talk me through it. I want to know."

I nodded breathlessly, and he went back to his task. I didn’t know why, but something about his request just pushed me higher, until I could feel the inevitable tremors begin.

"Mr. Chase," I moaned, "I’m about to…"

He made a soft, encouraging sound as his tongue continued its movements.

"I’m…" I panted, struggling to find words. "Oh, God. Ben, I’ll…"

I froze. As my inner muscles twitched and tightened, I felt a gush. There was just no other word for it. I couldn’t stop it, couldn’t do a damn thing about it – and with his relentless tongue continuing to suck and swirl, in spite of the fact that I must have just soaked his face with my juices, there was no stopping what came next.

So I just kept talking, like he’d asked. "I’ll come if you keep doing that. You’re going to make me…"

My heart almost stopped.

"Come," I gasped, as my world shattered. His tongue was perfect, he was perfect, coaxing me through it. I came and came, my body jerking and shivering and finally collapsing, only the counter still holding me upright.

He stood quickly, grabbing me by the waist and spinning me around.

"Fuck." I was still catching my breath, but my face flamed with embarrassment. I didn’t know what the hell just happened to me, but I knew it wasn’t exactly normal. At least, not for me. "I’m sorry."

"You’re sorry?" He shook his head, bewildered. "For what?"

"That," I said, staring at his face while he swiped his sleeve across his chin. "I, um…"

He was smiling – the built-in smug was back. Well, fuck me.

"Stick with me, I’ll give you all kinds of new experiences," he drawled, pulling my body tightly against his. "You ever tasted yourself on a man’s tongue before?"

"Of course." My face was still burning.

"Not like this, you haven’t."

His kiss was fervent, possessive, and yes – unlike anything I’d felt before. I clung to him, wanting to somehow absorb all the things that made him irresistible.

Still drunk on pleasure, I slipped my hand around to his front, trying unsuccessfully to find the pull of his zipper. He sucked in a breath as I gave up and just closed my hand around his stiff length.

I swallowed hard, still not knowing all the rules.

"Can I…" I started, trailing off as my courage waned.

"Can you…?" he encouraged, with a smile.

"You know," I insisted, my voice wavering almost to a whisper.

"Do I?" he teased. "I can’t give you what you want unless you use your words."

All kinds of filthy phrases ran through my head, but I was suddenly so timid. What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I just put what I wanted into words?

His patience was wearing thin.

"You want me in your mouth, sweetheart?" he murmured. His hand lifted my chin, his thumb parting my lips and silently asking for entrance. "Show me. Show me what you want to do."