his Master for the first time. But I’d always wanted to see that chapter from the Master’s point of view.
Something about the way he’d looked at the slave and the way he’d moved his body to shield him from everyone else’s view had always made me feel like the moment had been just as precious to him as it had to the slave.
A shiver raced through his body and I felt more than heard the quiet moan that escaped him. The low words had me fighting the urge to grab him and wrap my arms around him. “I…I pleasured you with my mouth.”
Staying in the moment, I ran my thumb over his lower lip. “That’s right. But what did I call it? What did I tell you that you were going to do?”
A barely audible whimper sounded from him and his cock bobbed up and down temptingly. “You told me to worship you, Master.”
There was no way I could do the book justice 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, not just sucking on me?”
My slave took in a ragged breath and I could smell the desire pouring off of him. Just imagining how slick he must be had my dick getting even harder. When he finally spoke, it amplified all my emotions. “Because I’m showing you how I feel and how much I need you every time I take you in me.”
I was going to come just hearing him talk like that.
“That’s right.” I slipped my finger into his mouth and forced back a moan as he started to softly suckle. “You’re going to get another chance to worship me now.”
His moan vibrated through my body as he worked his mouth even harder. I gave a low chuckle that seemed to send another shiver 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 my feet in this part of our relationship, but I’d wanted to show him that we could work together and have a rich personal life together before I’d taken him to bed and truly made him mine. He’d never been a random omega I was having a scene with. It’d been different with him from the very beginning.
But just the way he’d looked at me as Wade had teased us about dating said I didn’t have anything to worry about or prove.
As I moved my hands back from my slave, he froze and I could see him straining to listen. At the first sound of the zipper, he made a needy sound and his entire body leaned closer toward me. The sound of fabric caressing fabric as I pulled out my erection had him whimpering and he licked his lips. “Please, Master. Let me worship you.”
Imagination held nothing next to reality.
Quietly taking a deep breath, I did my best to let the real world fall away as I sank into the role he’d written. “Who do you belong to, slave? Who have you given yourself to?”
It’d been just days since he’d confessed his love and had given himself to me completely. I might have already owned his body, but that night he’d given me everything he’d always hidden away…his love and his utter devotion.
“You, Master.” The simple words were said with such complete sincerity that for a moment it was Dakota kneeling in front of me, not the slave from his fantasy.
Reaching for the ribbon, I ran my fingers over his chest before I tugged the strands. “Come here.”
He moaned again as he inched forward on his knees. 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 to stretch out the moment.
Turning his face, he stroked his cheek over my erection. “Please let me see you, Master.”
The need in his voice had me taking another quiet breath to stay in the moment. When I knew I had myself under control, I gently ran my fingers over the ribbon that covered his eyes. “Are you going to be a good slave and worship your Master?”
“Yes, Master.” His voice shook with desire.
As I slowly slipped the blindfold off, I hoped that seeing me wouldn’t take him out of the fantasy. But as he stared up at me, I knew he’d sunk