Lily shook her head.

Yasmin pulled the clip from her hair and stroked his fingers through the long strands as they tumbled over her shoulders. Then he twisted his hand, coiling her hair around his fingers, and jerked her head back, exposing her throat. He dipped his head and ran his lips along her neck, teasing the skin with his teeth.

Then he nipped the tender skin and she jerked in surprise.

“What about now?” he asked.

“No. You won’t drive me away so easily.”

He smiled again. “Address me as Master.”

“Yes, Master,” she responded obediently.

He released her hair and she lifted her head. Her whole body tingled with need, wanting him to manhandle her. Wanting to feel his hands roam over her. To squeeze and stroke her everywhere.

“Stand up,” he commanded.

As soon as she was on her feet, he unzipped her dress and pulled it to her ankles. His heated gaze raked over her body, then fell to her small panties. His fingertips traced the side of the lace, down her inner thigh, sending quiver through her. Then it slid underneath. He curled his fingers outward and tugged on the delicate lace, pulling it into her folds. The tightness there made her long for his fingers to stroke her. To push inside her.

He used his other hand to tear through the lace, disengaging it from the waistband, then he pulled the tattered end, tightening and loosening it so that it glided over her slickness.

“Kneel.”

His sudden command had her on the floor in front of him before she realized what she was doing.

“Now pull out my cock and suck on it.”

She could see the fabric of his crotch pulled tight over the large bulge. She pulled down the tag of his zipper, then reached inside. Tingles danced down her spine at the feel of his hard flesh in her hand.

She gazed at his smoldering eyes as she pressed her mouth to his tip. It was hot and smooth against her lips. He watched her as she opened, then glided her lips around his bulbous cockhead. She ran her tongue over it as it filled her mouth. Slowly, she glided down his rod, taking him about halfway.

His fingers forked through her hair again and he guided her head. Up and down. Pushing a little deeper each time. Her insides fluttered at the feel of his hard flesh stroking into her mouth.

Then he cupped her head and pulled her deep onto him, filling her throat. Her eyes widened and she fought back the gag. Holding her tight to his groin, he rocked his pelvis against her, filling her even deeper.

“When your mouth is full,” he said, “you can’t say your safe word, so shake your head and I’ll free you long enough to say it if you want. Show me the signal so I know you understand.”

She shook her head as best she could.

He drew her head back, releasing her from his cock and she sucked in a breath.

He arched his eyebrow expectantly, waiting for her to say the word.

“Thank you, Master, for filling my mouth with your cock. Please let me continue.”

“No.” Then he stood up, pulling her to her feet by her hair. He marched across the room, leading her into the bedroom. A box sat on the dresser.

“Turn around,” he demanded.

She turned for him and he untied the shawl, releasing her arms.

“Now lay across the bed. Face down.”

She lay across the bed, her arms stretched out in front of her.

He stripped off his clothes dropping them to the floor, then strolled to the dresser and opened the box. She couldn’t see what he took out of it, but a moment later, he walked behind her.

She felt fabric fall across her back. Soft. Maybe suede. He moved it from side to side so it quivered over her skin. He glided it over her again and again. It felt nice.

Then suddenly with a crack, it whipped across her skin.

Oh, God, it was a flogger. The thick strips of fabric bit into her skin, making it sting.

Then he quivered it over her again. Soothing.

Then another crack and smarting pain.

“Do you want me to stop yet?” he asked.

She drew in a deep breath. This didn’t sound like what he’d been talking about when he’d been worried about losing control. This was practiced and very controlled.

And she liked it. Her insides were melting at the thought of him controlling her... surprising her... with his wicked flogger.

“No, Master, I don’t want you to stop. But I do want you to be honest about what you want.”

She rolled onto her back and opened her legs. The sight of him, standing totally naked in front of her, sent her heart rate rocketing.

“You want to take me. Hard,” she said.

His smoldering eyes burned hotter than ever as his gaze settled on her slick folds. She arched, opening wider to him.

“You want to drive your huge cock into me and fuck me until I scream.”

He surged forward, his knees on either side of her chest, and wrapped his hand around her throat.

“You do not tell me what I want.” His fingers tightened, sending panic through her.

His eyes blazed, then he pulled open her mouth and plunged his cock into her, filling her impossibly full.

His hand loosened around her neck, but he pumped into her mouth. His cock filling her throat as she struggled to breathe.

It was so big.

He was close to coming, but it was too much.

She shook her head.

He pumped again.

She shook faster.

For a moment, she feared he wouldn’t notice her signal, or would choose to ignore it, given how close he was.

But then he pulled back, his cock dropping from her mouth. He turned his back on her and strode across the room, his fists clenched at his side. She gasped for air, crumpling on the bed.

He turned around and strode back to her, anxiety clouding his eyes. He raked his hand through his thick, wavy hair as he sat down beside her.

“Fuck, Lily. I am so sorry. I—”

But she surged upward and tugged him to her. She captured his mouth and pushed her tongue inside as she kissed him with passion.

When she drew back, his simmering eyes watched her.

“I don’t want you to stop,” she murmured. “I was just a little overwhelmed.” She stroked his cheek lovingly. “But right now, I want you to fuck me.”

His eyes filled with a sweet desire and he pulled her against him again. His arms encircled her and she could feel his heart pounding.

“I love you so much.” The words, in his deep, velvety voice, were filled with intense passion. Edged with pain.

“Then throw me down on the ground and fuck me.” Her voice grated with raw need.

His eyes blazed with fire and he grabbed her upper arms and pulled her off the bed, then thrust her onto her back on the thick carpet. Sucking in air, he dropped to his knees over her.

“So you want me to fuck you?” His eyes flashed with menace and he grasped his cock in one hand. “Beg.”

Heat quivered through her. “Oh, please, Master. Fuck me with your big cock.”

He stroked his thick member.

“Open your pussy and stroke inside it. Then let me taste you.”

His command made her quiver uncontrollably. She opened her legs wide and hooked the fingers of both hands into her folds and opened them for him to see. His eyes darkened as she glided inside the wetness. Then she lifted one hand and offered it to him.

He snatched her wrist and pulled her two wet fingers to his mouth. Then he sucked them inside. The feel of his hot, wet mouth around her... the pressure of his sucking... made her wetter than she thought possible.

“Oh, please. I beg of you, Master. Take me. Hard.”

His eyes darkened to the color of midnight, sparks flaring in their depths. He drew her fingers from his mouth, then in a flash, he had both her hands pinned over her head with one hand. With the other, he pressed his hot cockhead to her opening and—

She gasped as he drove deep into her in one stroke.

She was pinned to the floor, his hips holding her tight, his cock deep inside her. Her passage was stretched around him, and a little tender... she could barely catch her breath... but she was so enormously turned on, she knew it would take very little to send her over the edge.

He leaned down, his cheek pressing against hers, his lips at her temple. He shifted his hold on her wrists so he was holding each of her hands in one of his, fingers entwined.

“Struggle against me,” he murmured.

She pushed her hands against him, but he held her firmly in place. She tried to arch her body, but his bigger one held her immobile. Her movements, however, shifted him inside her and they both groaned in delight.

He pulled back, then drove deep again.

His cheek was still against hers, so she arched her neck forward and nipped his earlobe. He jerked back, his face turning to hers. The surprise in his eyes quickly faded and his lips turned up in a smile. He caught her wrists together again, freeing up one hand, and he wrapped it around her throat, his thumb resting under her chin, preventing her from biting him again.

“I will punish you for that. But right now I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll scream.” He drove deep into her, eliciting a gasp.

He pressed his lips to her ear. “And when you do, say my name.”

Then he began to thrust in fast, hard strokes. Her body trembled as pleasure blossomed inside her, quivering through every cell in her body. A vortex of sensations swirled through her belly, radiating outward.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting him even deeper.

He kept pounding into her, his big cock driving into her hard and fast.

But she had to... Oh, God, no, her body resisted before the thought even formed.

The pounding of his cock scattered her thoughts, but she plucked them back, knowing she had to...

“Ohhh....” Tears swelled from her eyes at the exquisite pleasure of his big shaft gliding into her again and again.

She sucked in air, then...

“Vase.”

He thrust deep on momentum.

Then froze.