Missionary Position (Masters of the Prairie Winds Club Book 7) Read Online Free PDF Page B

know her—time to form the bond of friendship he knew made their D/s relationship particularly strong because at least on a very basic level, she already trusted him.
    Lara felt perfect cuddled against his chest, her head tucked beneath his chin. Peter sat next to him and Fischer could feel his brother struggling to divide his attention between the woman their hearts had claimed as their own and the plans being made to find out what happened to her parents. Fischer was content to let her listen as the Wests’ team put together a strategy that seemed more like a way to fend off Eric Roberts than it did to investigate the disappearance of a couple of missionaries—or at least he hadn’t minded her interest until he realized she was listening far too intently.
    Shifting Lara on his lap so he could whisper in her ear, he cautioned, “Cupcake, don’t even think about getting involved in this operation. You’ll find yourself in more trouble than you can imagine—and very quickly.” When she stiffened, he knew he’d hit it dead center. “Perhaps we’d better head upstairs, baby, it might be the only thing that keeps you from adding to the already impressive number of swats you’ve earned this evening.” He slid his hand under the hem of her dress to slide his fingers through her soaking sex. When she stiffened against him and tried to close her legs, Fischer snarled, “Don’t even think about denying your Master access to your body, subbie, unless you have a particular desire to find yourself laying over my lap with your ass bared to everyone present as I give you the paddling you so richly deserve.” Feeling her emotional turmoil, Fischer simply waited, his hand caught between her thighs. He could have easily forced her to open her legs for him, but that wasn’t what submission was about. This was a test of her ability to trust him—to trust that he had her best interest in mind—even when she wasn’t thrilled with the way things were playing out. Would she put herself in his care or deny her true nature and push back against her deep need to submit?

    Lara felt like her mind was splintering in a hundred different directions. A part of her wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and cry—she knew where her parents had been posted last and disappearing in that part of the world was usually a one-way ticket to nowhere. Another part of her wanted to hear the men’s plans to investigate her mom and dad’s disappearance because no one knew them better than their only daughter, and she fully intended to be involved in any attempts to find them. She felt a sudden rush of guilt as she wondered if she could have helped if she’d been there.
    The biggest part of her wanted to lose herself in her Master’s touch, to simply surrender to him and let him lead her to a place where her mind could float free from all the frightening possibilities clouding her thoughts at the moment. If she submitted to Fischer, she wouldn’t have to worry about anything for a while—and letting go of all the anxiety and fear, even if it was only for a short time, sounded very appealing indeed.
    It felt like her body made the decision for her, and the prospect of being able to shut down the fears quickly taking over had been more temptation than Lara was able to resist. She relaxed her legs and felt a fresh rush of moisture coat her slick sex as Fischer pressed his lips against her ear and cooed sweet words of approval. “Such a good girl, I’m proud of you for being brave. And I promise to still your troubled mind.” He turned her face to his, sealing his lips over hers in a kiss that was nothing short of a statement of ownership. There was no prelude, just pure carnal desire clearly spoken in a universal language as old as time. His tongue swept in to duel with her own before staking its claim. Fischer’s scent surrounded her and pulled her mind into the churning abyss that her body had already willingly plunged into