you need me to touch you,” he said, voice low.
Lulu caught a breath then nodded.
“And I want to touch you.”
“I want it…too much.” She hugged herself.
“You’re afraid of what you’re feeling.” He rose from his chair, movements slow, as if afraid he would spook her.
“I’ve never been so aroused before,” she whispered it, ashamed. “I didn’t know it could be like this.”
His eyes flashed and he closed the distance between them. He didn’t touch her but she could feel his body heat. Almost against her will, her arms dropped, exposing her body to him. When she realized that she’d swayed toward him, breasts lifted, she let out a soft cry and turned away.
“Don’t be afraid of what you’re feeling. Give yourself to me.”
“I don’t think I can do it.” Lulu closed her eyes, his heat at her back so enticing, so inviting. “I can’t be Cheryl, quiet and patient and obedient. You know what I want right now? I want to kiss you. I want to feel your body against mine. I want to touch you and then I want you to spank me and put those chain things on me and do—” She ran out of words so she motioned vaguely around the room. “Things.”
Saying it out loud helped her resolve to leave. Now she knew—she was definitely submissive, as he’d said, but she was fire and Alton was ice. Together they’d just be tepid water.
“I know you train slaves, but I can’t be that. I need to go, before we start something that will only upset us, me.” The words hurt as they came out.
“You want to touch me. Kiss me.”
It was a statement, not a question, but something about the way he’d said it held her in place, kept her from taking the next step.
“Cheryl is not mine. The women I train…they’re not mine. It would be different. You are mine.”
His. She felt him there, at her back, so close his breath fanned her temple. She closed her eyes.
“Luanne, ask me to touch you,” he commanded.
She didn’t hesitate. “Please, touch me…Master.”
His arms came around her, hard and unyielding as steel. One arm crossed her ribs, his hand cupping her breast. The other pressed her hips back into his, his hand covering her sex. They were fused together from knee to shoulder, his chest against her back.
Lulu cried out in surprise, in arousal.
“Accept this,” he whispered in her ear. “I am your Master and I will touch you whenever I want, whenever it pleases me.”
“Whenever I need it?” she asked, legs trembling with the need to grind herself against his hand.
He paused then inhaled deeply against her neck. When he spoke his voice was a growl. “Yes.”
His hand slid up and then delved into her panties. When his thick fingers first touched her swollen, wet sex she cried out in pleasure. Reaching back, she grabbed handfuls of his hair, arching herself against his fingers.
His thumb found her nipple in the cup of her bra, flicking it at the same time his thick middle finger found her clit.
With only a few strokes to the sensitive bud he had her near orgasm. Lulu cried out, ready to come when he stopped, pulling his hand away.
“No, please!” She thrashed in his arms, grabbing his hand and bringing it back toward her sex. “I’m so close.”
“You must have my permission to come.”
Lulu could have screamed in frustration. She spun in his arms to face him. “Then give me permission!”
He smiled. That sexy, slow grin worked its way across his face. He was so hot .
Lulu grabbed his head, stood on tiptoe and kissed him, hard. He tasted good. He smelled good. His hard body felt good against her. When his tongue touched hers, then slipped into her mouth, she released his head to wrap her arms around his shoulders.
Alton grabbed her under the ass and lifted her. He carried her a few steps before setting her down. He reached down and jerked her thighs open wide, sliding one hand up toward her core. His thumb slipped under the edge of her panties and into her sex to find her
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