Erin cried out as Zach rammed into her. Her breath rushed back in a sharp gasp as he filled her in an instant, stretching her around his shaft until she was convinced he would tear her open. She whined and wriggled, but there was nowhere for her to go.

Her sex had been aching previously, but now it strobed with hot and cold, sending throes of intense ecstasy through her body. She cried out and threw her head back, resting it against Zach’s pectoral muscle.

One hand was still in her hair, the other still digging into her upper thigh.

After he’d lit the candles, her senses had gone into overdrive. The lushly decorated room had sprung into focus — all velvet drapes and gold-framed paintings of hunting scenes. She felt like she was in a medieval castle.

Zach drew out of her, but he’d barely left the moist fold of her sex before he pounded into her again, hard enough to make her scream out.

“Should I stop?” he hissed at her in that artificially-deepened voice of his.

“No, Master!” Erin managed. “Please, don’t stop.”

So Zach rammed into her again, her breasts jiggling with the force of his thrust. She wrapped her fingers around the ropes binding her to the top of the four poster bed in an effort to keep herself from sliding off the bed.

Either he was hitting her g-spot dead-center, or she was so fucking aroused she couldn’t see straight, but she could feel her orgasm tearing toward her with the speed of a jet.

But Zach didn’t pick up speed. He tugged free his dick, paused, and shoved it right back in her again. And again. And again.

Erin screamed now, because she wanted him to fuck her harder, faster, so she could cum and he could untie her and they could eat something.

But she also didn’t want him to speed up.

She could stay like this forever — being filled by him, being used by him.

“You like it when I fuck you like this?” came a deep voice in her ear. “Slow and steady?”

“Yes, Master,” Erin managed in a thick voice. “Thank you, Master.”

“You’re so fucking tight, sweetheart,” the voice said.

He forced his dick inside her again, going even slower now. His fingers touched her clit, began massaging it in time with his thrusting hips.

“Makes me think of that time in the park,” he said.

Erin’s head lolled against his shoulder. The park? Her entire body shook and trembled, her sex aching and throbbing around his cock as he filled her, emptied her, filled her. His voice lulled her into a deep, catatonic state, where all she focus on what his strange, grating voice and the pleasure his finger and dick brought her.

“You looked so fucking hot in that little dress. Then you told me you weren’t wearing underwear.”

No underwear? She always wore underwear. Erin began to pant as she rocked her hips back and forth, matching every thrust of his dick. His fingers were setting her alight, tracing lines of fire through her sex until she ached for an end to this, ached at thinking it would have to stop.

“Then we found that place where no one could see us. You lifted your dress so I could see. I was so fucking hard.”

Sex in public? Was Zach saying he wanted to reenact this fantasy sometime? She was game. Fuck, he could ask her anything right now and she’d do it. This felt amazing.

Her orgasm drew closer. She began bucking her hips faster, urging his dick deeper and harder inside her. His fingers left her hair, went instead to her ass cheeks. He abandoned her clit, much to her dismay, and spread open her ass cheeks. That delicious tug on her sex made her moan and move even faster.

“I fucked you against that tree, remember? Your legs around my hips, one of your tits out of your dress. You kept saying someone would see us, but that just it made it hotter.”

Erin’s eyes opened, fixing on the ceiling and the tangle of ropes above her. God, he really wanted it to happen, didn’t he? It sounded like he’d been right there.

“We can,” Erin murmured. “If you really want, then we can do it.”

“Again?” something warm dribbled onto the top of her ass cheek. He used his thumb to smear it over her back door.

Erin clenched, a wave of uneasy anticipation crawling over her. They’d never done this before: never gone into uncharted territory. That same thumb stroked his warm saliva over her back door. Every stroke made a throb of passion tear through her.

“Yes, fucking wine,” she cried.

“Wine?”

She wriggled in frustration, her climax now a breath away.

“Your fucking safewords,” she said.

The tip of his thumb slid inside her. Erin cried out, for a moment unable to move. His dick, however, didn’t stop its continuous, slow pounding into her. Her breasts were jiggling again, up and down with every thrust. He slid his hand over her thigh and touched her.

With a thumb in her ass, his dick in her pussy, and a finger on her clit, Erin screamed and tossed her head back, wanting to kiss Zach and have his tongue inside her too, when she came.

But he was intent on his dick sliding in and out of her. He didn’t see her looking back at him. Didn’t see her eyes widen in shock as she blinked in obtuse confusion at the tattoo crawling over his neck.

“Mason?” Erin breathed.

He peered down at her then. Grinned that lecherous grin.

“Master,” he said in his deep voice.

Erin began to squirm. “Mason!”

“It’s Master, bitch.” His eyes lifted to hers. Then that smile faded. He frowned.

“Erin?”

“Mason.”

And then that finger slid deeper inside her. Pleasure blotted out her sight and she quaked against him, leaning into his thrusting dick. He bit down on her neck, and she cried out once.

Cried out again when his dick found her g-spot.

Yelled when she came with the most violent, orgasmic climax she’d ever had.

And screamed out his name when he came inside with an animalistic growl, seconds later.