I Married a Master(74)
Author: Melanie Marchande

I heard a warm chuckle from across the room. "That’s a good start," he said. "Go on."

"Your cologne, I mean," I rushed out, wishing I could see him. My eyes were squeezed so tightly shut, and all I wanted was to watch his face as I tried to arouse him with my words. "It reminds me of the first night we were together. When you…spanked me."

My face flamed hot at the word spanking. It was still so embarrassing to say out loud, no matter how much my body craved it.

"What else did I do?" he asked, his voice a low, masculine rumble that heated my skin. The heat was growing, a little tingle between my legs.

"You…your mouth." I tried again. "Your tongue. You licked me. Until I came…"

He made a soft, encouraging sound.

"…all over your face. You made me squirt. I was embarrassed, but now it’s all I can think about sometimes. You made me lose control completely, and I loved it. I loved how much you loved it."

"Tell me how you feel now, sunshine."

He sounded a little breathless. I wondered if I’d succeeded in my task.

"I’m so…" I shifted slightly, feeling the tug of the cuffs, and loving them. Loving this. "I’m so…"

Turned on? No, that didn’t sound very sexy.

"I’m so wet," I whispered, finally, my blush coming back with a vengeance. "I feel like my heart’s beating between my legs. I wish I could touch myself." I sucked in a breath. "I wish you’d touch me."

"Tell me, sunshine," he murmured, suddenly sounding very close again. "Do you think you could come like this? If I talked to you, told you all the delicious and depraved ways I want to use your body, how thoroughly I’m going to own you – do you think it would push you over the edge? Just the sound of my voice, and nothing but your imagination?"

My whole body shuddered. I was on the verge already, listening to him. I nodded, my power of speech stolen. Luckily, he didn’t seem to care this time.

"Open your eyes," he whispered.

I did, slowly.

He was looming over me, his shirt hanging loose on his shoulders. He shucked it off while I watched, and my eyes drifted to his belt. I saw the telltale bulge there, and knew I’d won.

I must have looked smug, because he shook his head at me as he crawled onto the bed, kneeling between my legs. "You did well, sunshine, but don’t act so triumphant. You’re completely irresistible, even without your sexy voice tempting me. I got a hard-on just from looking at you, all tied up like a present just for me." He grinned, glancing down at the juncture of my thighs. "Goodness, you weren’t lying about this, were you?" Almost dispassionately, he slid his fingers under the fabric of my panties and quested inside. "You really are aching for me, aren’t you?" He said this very softly, looking up at me with clear eyes devoid of any games or meaningless flirtation.

"Yes." I whimpered, tilting my hips, trying to draw his fingers deeper. "Please, Sir."

"Please, what?" He licked his lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing noticeably as he swallowed. "Tell me, sunshine. You have to tell me, or you don’t get what you want."

My head was swimming. I wanted everything. I wanted all of him at once, his fingers, his tongue, and the promise that throbbed between his legs. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, although he hardly seemed to notice it anymore. He was completely focused on me, his eyes dark and predatory.

I was struck with a sudden desire, one that surprised me. I had him here, at my disposal, but I didn’t want him to touch me. I wanted him to touch himself.

"Please," I said. "Untie my right hand."

He looked at me curiously, but he went and did as I asked, leaning over me to do it. I breathed in that scent of his, closing my eyes momentarily as I lost myself in everything Benjamin Chase.

"The next time you go out of town, I want to be able to picture it," I told him, feeling my heart start to race again. I just hoped he wouldn’t be offended, or upset, or…something. "I want us to do it now, like we’d be doing if we were on the phone. It’ll make it easier for me, next time I have to do it for real."

He looked at me for a moment, and then he smiled.

"Very well, sunshine," he said, softly. "That’s fair. You may touch yourself until you come."

Instantly, I buried my hand between my legs, fingers gliding over heated flesh. I watched him as he unzipped, rushing to catch up with me. It was a beautiful sight, so much more captivating even than I’d imagined – watching the way his hand moved, the little hitches of his breathing, everything I missed when I was the one doing it. With my hand on autopilot, I was free to watch, to just drink him in. There was no hint of arrogance when he was like this, losing himself in his own pleasure. His eyes would close from time to time, blinking heavily, but his gaze kept drifting back to my rapidly moving hand.

With a sudden motion, frowning a little, he reached out and grasped my panties firmly. Shocked, I froze for a moment, as he yanked them down and away.

"There," he muttered. "Got a better view, now. Continue."

I giggled, then sighed as I followed his orders.

Now that he could see my fingers disappearing between my folds, he was losing control – and fast. I moaned, my hips jerking of their own accord, and the thick scent of my arousal filled the air. I saw his nostrils flare, and I knew he’d noticed it too. We were moving in concert, daring each other higher and higher, every little sound and movement pushing us closer to the precipice.

It was so terribly intimate, and we weren’t even touching.

I teetered on the edge, but something held me back. I didn’t understand. Biting my lip, sighing, I tried to relax and let it happen. Ben was almost lost to the world, but he slowed, stopped, though the expression on his face told me how much of an effort it took.

"What’s wrong?" he rasped, his eyes searching mine.

"I don’t know," I admitted, a frustrated sob welling up in my chest. I wanted to, I did, more than anything, I needed release. Every part of me ached for it.

"Stop," he commanded.

My wrist ached. I pulled my hand away, a heavy sense of defeat in the pit of my stomach. He loomed over me, his hand replacing mine, a feather-light touch that still made me gasp. He rubbed slowly, gently, in little circles that had me twisting and moaning within moments. His shaft bobbed in the space between our bodies, stiff and neglected, but his only focus was on me.

"Let go, sunshine," he murmured. "When you’re ready, just let go. You’ve been holding this for so long. You don’t have to anymore. Pour it out. Let yourself shatter. I’ll be here." His lips brushed my forehead. "I’ll be here."