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“Please, Master—please!” But she no longer knew if she was begging him to stop or to never stop.
Smack! Another blow, this one higher. It stung and tingled and made her so hot she could barely breathe. Between her legs, she could feel her pussy getting wet for him, wetter than any soft words or gentle caresses could make her. This was what she needed—what she craved. To be punished. To be disciplined and mastered completely until he was ready to ride her cunt and fill her with his cum. Goddess, she was getting so hot…
Smack! Smack! Smack! A quick volley of blows and then he stopped and simply rested his hand on her stinging bottom. Leita whimpered quietly, wondering what was next—pain or pleasure? Then his fingers began to move, stroking over her tingling skin and down to her inner thighs, now wet with desire.
“How does that feel, baby girl?” His deep voice rumbled through her as he spread her legs. “How does your pussy feel now that you’ve had your spanking?”
“I…I don’t know,” she gasped.
“Maybe we should find out.” Thick fingers opened her cunt lips from behind, sliding along her slick furrow until they reached the sensitive bud of her clitoris.
Leita jumped and moaned aloud as his calloused fingertips traced the sensitive bundle of nerves over and over in a slow, deliberate pattern. Oh yes, he knew exactly what he was doing to her and he had no intention of stopping.
“Your pussy’s wet, baby girl,” her Master murmured. “Wet and hot and slippery.” Two thick fingers slipped into the tight crevice of her cunt, penetrating her to the core, fucking into her heated depths. Leita arched her back and moaned. She spread her thighs wider, only one thing on her mind. More…more…more…!
“More what?” Pierce sounded mystified. Leita opened her eyes to see that he was propped up on one elbow, looking down at her. There was a curious expression in his blue eyes as he stroked a strand of hair out of her face. “You were shouting you wanted more of something, Leita. More what?” he asked again.
“Nothing.” Leita sat up in bed and leaned against the slatted brushed steel headboard. The cool metal felt good against her sweating skin.
“Bullshit.” Pierce sat up beside her and gave her a knowing look. “You were dreamin’ about something very specific—I could tell. So how about letting me in on it?”
She tried to laugh but the sound got stuck in her throat. “That’s silly, Pierce.
Besides, how do you know I was dreaming? How long were you even watching me?”
“A little while.” He took one of her hands between both of his. “I like to watch you sleep—you look so peaceful. Most of the time, anyway.”
Leita pulled back her hand. “And I don’t look peaceful otherwise. I mean, when I’m awake?”
“Stop dodging the subject, honey.” Pierce looked at her intently. “What were you dreamin’ about?”
“Why do you want to know so badly?” Leita demanded nervously.
“Maybe because you had that look on your face—the same one you get when you’re just about to come,” Pierce growled softly. “And you were thrashing around and moaning and beggin’ someone for ‘more’.” He shrugged, the muscles in his shoulders rippling with the motion. “That kind of thing tends to get a man interested.”
“It’s nothing. Just a dream I have sometimes.” She twisted her fingers in her lap, wanting to tell him and not wanting to at the same time.
“Tell me.”
“It’s not important,” Leita stalled, looking down at her hands.
He cupped her cheek and turned her face up to his. “It is important—I can tell. This is about more than a dream, isn’t it, honey?”
“I don’t…I can’t…” She wanted to pull away from his warm hand but somehow she couldn’t.”
“Tell me,” Pierce said again. “If it’s important to you, it’s important to me. If there’s somethin’ you need that I haven’t been giving you, I need to know about it.”
“It’s nothing like that,” Leita protested. “Pierce, you give me so much. You help in the mech bay and this whole place has never been in better condition than since you came. And…and you’re so good to me when we’re…when we make love.” She knew it was silly to talk about making love with a machine, but she couldn’t seem to help herself.
“I love to make love to you.” Pierce leaned closer and kissed her gently. Then he drew back, frowning a little as though he could read her thoughts. “And don’t say it’s just my ‘programming’ makin’ me talk that way, either, Leita. Forget about all that for a minute and just think of me as a man. A man that wants to know everything about you—all your secrets, all your fears… all your needs.”
Leita bit her lip and looked down. “Eddie said sort of the same thing,” she said, feeling her cheeks heat with shame. “And he…” She shook her head, unable to convey the betrayal she had felt, the hurt he had inflicted.
