Book 4: Chapter 3

His lips descended rapidly, not giving me a chance to protest or move, not that I could if I had wanted to anyway. Which I did not, I wanted this kiss so very much. I have wanted to kiss him since the moment I first laid eyes on him in the club.

He had strolled into the building like he owned the place, wearing a pair of leather pants that molded to every muscle in his legs and ass. Bare-chested and barefooted, he had thrown every man in the building in his shadow.

Mistress Alyssa had come sauntering in, right beside him, his equal in every way except one, when they would hit a play area, she immediately submitted to him. The power and confidence he had exuded had been incalculable, and my heart had not stopped skipping since.

His strong, firm lips pressed hard on my own, forcing them to open and let him inside. Like in everything else, this Master demanded what he wanted and left no room for denial. I gave in instantly and opened to his plundering tongue. Everythi