Claimed
by Her Web Master
Web Master #3
By
Normandie Alleman
Release
Date: May 19, 2016
Genre: Erotica Romance
She's my addiction,
my love--my life.
She's changed me,
and I never want to go back.
I tried to protect
her.
Hell, I tried to
protect myself,
but I fucked it all
up.
I may be a sick
bastard, but I would lay down my life for her.
And I’ll do
whatever it takes to make every inch of her mine again.
I always tell her
for every ounce of pleasure a price must be paid.
She’s already paid
more than she ever owed.
Now it’s my turn to
pay.
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"Okay,"
she answered, and that was enough consent for me. I reached for the candle and
matches I'd stored in the drawer of the nightstand.
I massaged her
labia, squeezed her clit, and fingered her juicy pussy—readying it for me. She
squirmed underneath me, and I had to caution her to try to remain still. When
she was dripping wet, I poked the tip of my cock into her wet slit. Her
corresponding moan told me I was on the right track.
Pushing in a little
more, I lit the candle. I could feel her muscles twitching around me. She was
trying not to move, but it was clear she wanted nothing more than to scoot her
ass back and sheath me completely. I grasped her left hip firmly to remind her
not to move as I let the first droplet of wax land on her back.
She let out a
shriek, more from surprise than pain.
After the second
drop hit, I gave her another inch of my cock. The noise she made was nothing
short of exquisite. That delicious combination of pleasure and pain—that was
what I gave her. It was what she'd come to crave, and no one would ever give it
to her the way I did. I would see to that.
I fucked her
slowly, punctuating my thrusts with drops of hot wax. Between the mmms of the
fucking, and the ouches of the scalding wax she didn't know whether to coo or
cry, and that was just the way I liked her—captive in my thrall.
The smell of sweat
and sex filled my nostrils and fueled my lust. Sophie's fingers clutched at the
bedsheets as I dribbled wax on her ass and pummeled her poor little pussy.
"Does that
feel good, whore? Do you like me to burn you while I take you?" I taunted.
"Yes, Sir.
Thank you, Sir."
Her submission was
the most incredible gift. No matter what our future held, in that moment, the
bond between us felt precious yet solid.
"Do you want
to come, slut?"
"Yes,
Sir."
"Beg."
"Please,
please may I come, Sir?"
"You can do
better than that. Make me believe you."
A former
psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves
writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and
Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. She lives on a farm with a passel
of kids, an adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull.
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