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He was so sweet. It was completely at oddswith his rough exterior and the way Shane had described him as gruff. “Thankyou, Master.”

His slow caress started working its way upmy leg and over my hip, temptingly close to my cock who was trying to explainthat he wasn’t quite done yet. Damned drama queen.

Silas played at the seam where my leg metmy groin, making me moan. He kissed my head, and as he started to speak I couldhear possession and pleasure in his voice. “You don’t have to call me Masterany longer if you don’t want to, pet.”

Pet. I peeked up at him and gave him asweet pout. “I don’t want to stop unless you want me to.”

Heat flared in his eyes and his griptightened. “I love the way ‘Master’ just flows out of you so effortlessly.”

I curled back into him and kissed his neck,moaning as his fingers started to tease again. “It feels right with you.”

I didn’t have a better explanation. Icouldn’t imagine it feeling the same with anyone else. No matter what happenedbetween us, he would always be Master to me. It was like he was branded intome.

His hand slid between us and he startedstroking over my chest, tracing circles around my nipples and over my heart.“Thank you, pet.”

“Pet?” I had to know.

He chuckled. “Because there’s somethingwild about you even when you’re sweet and cuddly. You remind me of a cat I hadwhen I was little. He belonged to me, but only because it was his choice to letme lavish attention and love on him.”

Grinning, I squirmed closer and arched myhips to rub my dick against his arm. The motion sent a rush of pleasure throughme as I realized the plug was still inside me. I let out a low whine as Ishifted and rode the echo of pleasure. “Does that mean I get to whine anddemand to be petted?”

I could live with that.

Silas’s voice dipped low and he pinched mynipple. “Is my pet still needy?”

Ialwaysfelt needy around him andthe plug wasn’t helping. “Please, Master.”

Silas’s rough chuckle had me squirmingagain as it went right up my spine. He flicked his finger over my nipple,teasing the tip with slow circles. “Clench down on the plug, pet. I want to seeyou working it like you would my dick.”

When I didn’t go fast enough, he tugged onthe tip, making me gasp…which of course had me clenching down on the plug.Master made a pleased sound and as a reward tugged on my nipple again. “Goodboy, pet. Show me how wonderful that feels.”

He was right…but it wasn’t enough. I wasn’tempty, but my body knew I wasn’t as full as I needed to be. “Please…Master…”

As he twisted and flicked, I worked theplug trying to get more pleasure, but it left me wanting more. The hard, thinplug wasn’t real…fingers…a cock…I needed something to fill me. “Please,Master…”

He pinched my nipple again, making mesquirm and whine as the toy nudged my prostate. “Maaaster…please…”

Releasing my nipple, he slowly flicked itback and forth like a toy he was playing with. “What does my sweet pet need?”

Did he not understand or did he want tohear the words?

Either way, I knew what I wanted.

“You, Master. Please.” However he wanted…Ijust craved more, or it felt like I would explode from the need.

Master left my tender nipple and pushed hishands between my legs, spreading them for him. His fingers gripped the base ofthe plug and he started slowly working it in and out of me, the slick giving ita dirty wet sound that made me want to squirm and moan. “Does my pet want hisMaster to fuck him with the toy…or maybe my pet wants fingers deep inside him?”

I wasn’t sure if he was trying todeliberately make me crazy or not, but it was working. I arched into the toyand pleaded. “Your cock. Please, Master. Fuck me.”

Making love could come later…in a few hourswould be fine. At that moment I was desperate for something harder…rougher.

Master shoved the toy deep inside in onethrust and took my mouth in a plundering kiss. When he released my lips, hestared into my eyes as he slid the toy out of my body, leaving me achinglyempty. “Are you sure, pet?”

There was no question about it.

“Knot me, Master.” I wanted it all withhim. There would be no half-assed careful lovemaking between us.

It was all or nothing.