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This couple is more into BDSM games than kissing, but Kathie and Ross do kiss

For My Master is about agent Kathie Belmont, who has long lusted after her boss, Ross Guerrero, but never plucked up the nerve to even flirt with him. Ross wants Kathie in his life–on her knees, but the constraints of their jobs with the super-secret US Security Agency keep them apart.

Now, a sadistic drug trafficker has been tempted into a deal with Ross’ undercover persona–a deal that will go down at a BDSM party. With Kathie disguised as his sex slave, Ross plans to bring down the criminal gang and perhaps to tempt Kathie into performing her role for him…forever.

And now for the kiss…

The address Ross provided was a charming Craftsman style home in La Jolla, just a few blocks from the beach.  Kathie parked her Toyota and grabbed her bag, stuffed with spike-heeled pumps and boots along with toiletries and make-up, everything from glittery eye-shadow to softer blushers.

What would happen today? The situation heightened all her sensations.   She’d gone commando, as guys called it, skipping underwear, and the sea breeze teasing her naked pussy aroused her.  Even the skirt of her yellow sundress swirling around her thighs turned her on.

Her heeled sandals clattered as she walked up a slate path to wood double doors with insets of etched glass.  She sucked in a breath.  Was this Ross’s home?  Likely, since his car was parked in the open garage.

For My Master, BDSM fiction from Ellora’s Cave

She knocked.  After breathless seconds passed, he opened the door, clad casually in denim shorts and a muscle T.  She’d never seen so much of Ross before.  She let her gaze trail from his chin, dark with stubble, down his throat to his chest.  Solid pecs bulged beneath the T-shirt.  His belly looked flatter than Kansas, and his legs showed that he worked out regularly.

He was hot, just as she’d guessed.  Every muscle she could see was developed, hard, ready for action.

His dark eyes raked her from top to toe, and her breath stuck in her throat.  Did she please him?  She wasn’t big on top, but her yellow dress, with narrow straps holding up a snug, white-trimmed bodice, made the most of her assets.

Her nipples hardened beneath his gaze.  They rasped against the piqué trim, increasing her heat, her need.  The cotton dress skimmed her waist and flared at the hips, its short skirt showing off her tanned legs in sexy, heeled sandals.

Then his smile hit her with the same power it had packed the first time they’d met.  More than ever, she was sure they were fated to be together.

He pulled her inside the threshold and kicked the door shut with a bare foot.  It slammed just before he kissed her.

Soft and strong…his mouth was so soft, but there was no mistaking the strength underlying his tenderness.  Her master wasn’t afraid to show his gentler side, though he took what he wanted, parting her lips with his, entering her with his tongue, not with force but with a flirtatious flick that teased and tempted.

She gave in to the temptation he offered.  Assured, but without brutality, each touch of his chiseled lips, each stroke of his tongue made her his.  He kissed her as though nothing else in the world mattered or even existed but their mouths, exploring, their tongues twining in a seductive dance that would have only one end.

The thought of Ross inside her dragged a moan from deep in her throat.  Her hips bucked, shoving wantonly against him.  She pushed against his arousal, and desire flared through her like an untamed arc of electricity.

Sinewy arms encircled her while his searching hands discovered her body.  He lifted her skirt to caress her pussy.  “Beautiful,” he murmured.  “So sweet, so sexy.”

The stroke of his hand on the newly shaved flesh was possessive, carnal.  Unstoppable, and she didn’t want to stop him as he probed her dampening folds, slid along her clit to find her opening.  His finger pressed inside, and she rocked, demanding more.  He slipped out and spread her juices onto her clit, stoking her fire.

He caged her head with both hands, holding her fast while he again shifted his total attention to her mouth.  The tempo of his tongue’s thrusts changed, mimicking sex, presaging the thorough fucking she prayed he’d give her.  She gripped his shoulders and again banged her mound against his thickening cock, asking without words, hoping to drive him insane with lust.  Whatever else Ross had planned, she wanted it to wait.  She’d waited long enough.

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