He shivered under my touch and I knew hewas fighting the urge to cuddle closer to me. “Such a good boy. Yes, you cannuzzle your Master. Show me how much you love me.”
My beautiful slave made a low whimperingnoise as his body leaned into my touch. As I swept my fingers back up hischeek, his head pressed against my hand as he soaked up my touch. My boyfriendor even sub would’ve balked at the use of the L word, but my slave had alreadygiven everything to his Master.
I had his love…his passion…his everything.
For a few long moments as I let him nuzzleagainst me, I wasn’t sure who was kneeling at my feet soaking up my love…theslave from the fantasy…my boyfriend…my lover…my sub…some magical combination ofall of them? Did it even matter?
Running my hands over his face, I strokedhim slowly, letting him sink deeper into the fantasy. “How did you show me whata good slave you were going to be?”
In the book, that chapter had been from theslave’s point of view, so readers were lost in the desperation and the crazyemotions he’d felt as he’d seen his Master for the first time. But I’d alwayswanted to see that chapter from the Master’s point of view.
Something about the way he’d looked at theslave and the way he’d moved his body to shield him from everyone else’s viewhad always made me feel like the moment had been just as precious to him as ithad to the slave.
A shiver raced through his body and I feltmore than heard the quiet moan that escaped him. The low words had me fightingthe urge to grab him and wrap my arms around him. “I…I pleasured you with mymouth.”
Staying in the moment, I ran my thumb overhis lower lip. “That’s right. But what did I call it? What did I tell you thatyou were going to do?”
A barely audible whimper sounded from himand his cock bobbed up and down temptingly. “You told me to worship you,Master.”
There was no way I could do the bookjustice because the mood and the wording in the story had knocked my socks off,but I was going to try. “Why did I call it that? Why are you worshiping me, notjust sucking on me?”
My slave took in a ragged breath and Icould smell the desire pouring off of him. Just imagining how slick he must behad my dick getting even harder. When he finally spoke, it amplified all myemotions. “Because I’m showing you how I feel and how much I need you everytime I take you in me.”
I was going to come just hearing him talklike that.
“That’s right.” I slipped my finger intohis mouth and forced back a moan as he started to softly suckle. “You’re goingto get another chance to worship me now.”
His moan vibrated through my body as heworked his mouth even harder. I gave a low chuckle that seemed to send anothershiver through him. “Yes, I haven’t used your lips nearly often enough lately.I’m going to be remedying that.”
I knew Dakota thought I was dragging myfeet in this part of our relationship, but I’d wanted to show him that we couldwork together and have a rich personal life together before I’d taken him tobed and truly made him mine. He’d never been a random omega I was having ascene with. It’d been different with him from the very beginning.
But just the way he’d looked at me as Wadehad teased us about dating said I didn’t have anything to worry about or prove.
As I moved my hands back from my slave, hefroze and I could see him straining to listen. At the first sound of thezipper, he made a needy sound and his entire body leaned closer toward me. Thesound of fabric caressing fabric as I pulled out my erection had him whimperingand he licked his lips. “Please, Master. Let me worship you.”
Imagination held nothing next to reality.
Quietly taking a deep breath, I did my bestto let the real world fall away as I sank into the role he’d written. “Who doyou belong to, slave? Who have you given yourself to?”
It’d been just days since he’d confessedhis love and had given himself to me completely. I might have already owned hisbody, but that night he’d given me everything he’d always hidden away…his loveand his utter devotion.
“You, Master.” The simple words were saidwith such complete sincerity that for a moment it was Dakota kneeling in frontof me, not the slave from his fantasy.
Reaching for the ribbon, I ran my fingersover his chest before I tugged the strands. “Come here.”
He moaned again as he inched forward on hisknees. As my thighs closed around his chest, he let out a ragged breath,leaning in. Pulling him even closer, I let my dick caress his cheek just tostretch out the moment.
Turning his face, he stroked his cheek overmy erection. “Please let me see you, Master.”
The need in his voice had me taking anotherquiet breath to stay in the moment. When I knew I had myself under control, Igently ran my fingers over the ribbon that covered his eyes. “Are you going tobe a good slave and worship your Master?”
“Yes, Master.” His voice shook with desire.
As I slowly slipped the blindfold off, Ihoped that seeing me wouldn’t take him out of the fantasy. But as he stared upat me, I knew he’d sunk so deep into the scene and into his submission thatnothing would shatter the fantasy.
In that moment, I was his Master and theman he wanted more than anything.
Draping the wide ribbon around his neck, Igently pulled him, giving him a hint at the memory of being led as my beautifullyskittish pony. As I inched him toward my erection, I gave him a smile I knewwas dark and wicked. “You were such a perfect pony.”
