“What’ll it take for you to understand, McKenzie? What? I’m fucking sick
of your nauseating selflessness! Where’s your breaking point? You goddamn
martyr.” Michael, her Master for several months now, snarled the comments as he
loomed above her.
McKenzie waited him out, head down, eyes on the floor, submissive. Master
had been working up to this for weeks now, pushing harder, trying to push her
away, force her to make the choice to
leave, like all his other women. But she wouldn’t do it, despite how he kept
ramping up the punishments for every real or imagined slight, kept her prisoner
in the apartment and denied any other human contact. Forbidding nearly
everything enjoyable, expecting everything and anything sexual whenever he
wanted, with no thought to her
pleasure, being a total asshole. And while she sometimes hated him for his
behavior, McKenzie knew why he was
acting that way. Master loved her and the realization scared him shitless. The
selfish, self centered, arrogant sadist had succumbed to Cupid’s arrow and was
fighting the awareness every step of the way. She knew she was so much smarter
in the matter of the heart, and loved him far more than hated him, so she kept
her own counsel while waiting for him to figure it out.
Master stormed out of the room and made a phone call, speaking in cold,
measured tones, although making out the words wasn’t possible. It didn’t bode
well. Returning, he crossed to push into her space, pulling her head back with
a solid yank on her hair. She hissed with pain, and he looked down into her
eyes with fury and resignation. In turn she studied his beautiful face, those
sculpted features and sensuous lips imprinted in the depths of her brain,
golden eyes with the hits of onyx staring right through any attempts made to
shield her thoughts.
Unzipping his pants with his other
hand, he pulled his cock out, already hard and weeping for her. McKenzie opened
her mouth wordlessly and he fucked her face without mercy, stretching her lips
to the point of pain. His length pressed against her palate, stuffing her,
forcing her to hold her breath, although she knew he was aware of her limits.
Nose ground into the zipper and jaw aching, she endured and he finally erupted,
pouring himself down her throat with a stifled groan. Pulling away, tucking his
sated cock back into his jeans with shaking hands, he stared down with less
rage but more resignation. Her thighs were soaked and she longed to rub them
together and ease such need. He must smell her arousal. She waited. As she had
been waiting. Maybe now he would do the right thing.
Whoo Hoo, Allyson, your book sounds fantastic! Love a forceful, angry man!
ReplyDeleteGreat cove and wonderful excerpt! I wish you all the best!
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