Page 12 of Her Marine Master (Master Me #4)

Rob smiled to see her still in place. "You are a good girl, aren't you?

" He shucked his t-shirt. The sight of his burns still shocked her, but she didn't try to pretend they weren't there.

They were part of him. "You're so good it might be hard to come up with reasons to punish you.

We might have to institute a maintenance night. "

"What's maintenance night?" she asked.

"It's a weekly spanking, to make sure you remember who's in charge." He closed her legs and lifted her ankles into the air. He peppered her luscious bare ass with light smacks. Her pussy, exposed in that position, caught a few spanks and she shrieked.

He looked down at the hottest example of submission he'd ever seen, and he had a fair amount of experience. Clad in nothing but a frilly apron and high heels, her red hair fanned out from her head, bare ass and pussy presented, her expression held nothing but eager devotion.

"You have no idea how hot you are to me right now."

She made the best moon eyes he'd ever seen.

He shoved his jeans down and rolled the condom over his cock.

She licked her lips, not taking her eyes from his cock. Her hips wiggled invitingly.

"That's right, Katie-Girl. It's time for your fucking." He spread her legs. Her plump pussy parted, moisture glistening at her entrance.

It didn't matter that he'd had her just a short while before. This time was a holy experience. His body shook with the force of his desire for her. He teased her clit with the head of his sheathed cock, enjoying the wide-eyed shock and desire that played over her expression.

"Take me," he muttered as he pushed into her without warning. He nearly came from the feel of her tight heat.

"O-oh! Yes, sir."

He definitely could get used to that kind of yes, sir . So sweet and submissive. With her ankles up over his shoulders, he gripped the fronts of her thighs and pulled her in to meet his thrusts.

Fast and hard, he pistoned in and out of her, lust raging too hot to slow down or be gentle. He'd make it up to her later. After her fucking.

The position was uber hot, but he wanted to slam into her harder, with the bracing of furniture beneath her body so he could truly drill into her.

He pulled out.

Her mouth rounded to a little 'oh'.

He offered a hand to help her up. "Bend over the arm of the couch, baby. I need to give it to you harder."

Her knees wobbled beneath her. He caught her around the waist and guided her where he wanted her. "Are you okay?" he breathed in her ear, once he'd placed her face down over the arm bolster.

"Yes, please. I mean yes, sir. Please…"

He stroked her dark red hair back from her face and kissed her temple. "Please go on, you mean?"

It wasn't like him to play tender, but damn, she pulled it out of him.

"Yes, sir." It sounded like a whimper. She needed him as badly as he needed her.

"Spread your legs wider."

"Yes, sir." She widened her stance.

"Push your bottom out."

She hollowed her back and arched for him.

Perfection.

He slid back in and took long, slow, full strokes, almost pulling out each time before he pushed all the way in.

She whimpered. She stamped her feet. "Please?"

"Okaaay," he said, with a you asked for it drawl. With one hand wrapped around her hip, and the other braced on the arm of the sofa, he slammed into her with enough force to make her gasp. On and on he fucked her, his stamina extended by the earlier orgasm.

He brought Kaitlyn to the brink of orgasm three times but never let her go off, each time backing off and slowing down.

"Please, Rob. Please, please, please?"

He loved the way she begged. A wicked idea came into his mind. He pulled out.

"No!" She sounded alarmed. "Wait—"

"Go and get me some kind of oil from the kitchen, little housewife. Like olive oil, or coconut. Coconut if you have it because it smells like the beach."

The poor girl could hardly stand. He steadied her as he lifted her from the position. The look of confused frustration on her face was priceless.

He turned her in the direction of the kitchen and slapped her muscular ass. "Where's my yes, sir?"

"Yes, sir!" she chirped and lurched forward.

She returned almost instantly with the oil. "Was I getting dry?" She looked worried, as if she had been found lacking.

He kissed her freckled nose. "Nope. But if you're going to be my 1950's wife, I need to continue your ass training."

She went still, a wary look coming over her face. She shook her head a miniscule amount, almost as if the movement happened unconsciously.

"You don't get to tell me no, Katie-Girl. Not unless you safeword. If you belong to me, then I get all of you. I own every part of you and if I tell you to bend back over that couch for your ass-fucking, then you'd better do it or you'll be punished."

The wariness had not diminished, nor had she moved.

He gripped her shoulders and slowly rotated her, giving her time to protest or safeword if she needed to. When he pushed her back over, he lowered his torso over hers and nibbled her neck. "Don't worry, Dimples. I'll make it good for you. I promise."

Her body relaxed under his. Her trust made him feel ten feet tall.

He opened the jar of coconut oil and scooped a generous amount.

If it was her first time having anal sex, she would appreciate plenty of lube.

With a dollop on the tip of his finger, he circled her little pucker, massaging the oil into the tight muscle, getting her used to the sensation of touch there.

He coated his sheathed cock thoroughly with oil.

"Reach back and hold your cheeks apart."

She groaned.

He wrapped his arm around the front of her hips and found her clit with his finger.

She bucked the moment he touched it.

With a feather-light touch, he circled it, making his movement too slow and too light to send her frustrated need level up a notch. He wanted her wanton and ready for him.

"Good girl," he crooned as she trembled beneath him. He angled his cock at her back entrance and applied steady, light pressure. "Take me."

The moment he issued the command, her muscles relaxed and allowed him entry.

"Exhale, Katie-Girl."

Again, she obeyed, blowing her breath out audibly. As she did, he eased forward, filling her.

'Ohhh-oh!" Her moan sounded both wanton and alarmed.

"Good girl. Now I want you to touch yourself." He guided her hand to her juicy pussy and pressed her fingers down. She immediately got busy, undulating her fingers.

He set up a slow, easy rhythm, pumping in and out of her ass, adding another dollop of lube until he slid easily.

"Rob," she panted. "Sergeant. Sir."

He chuckled, loving the desperation in her tone. "You'll wait to come until I tell you, angel. Understand?"

"Yes, sir. Yes, sir," she gasped. "Oh yesss, sssir.

Oh!" She began to vocalize—not in words but in cries and hums and moans.

He loved that she'd lost her mind. He wanted to keep going forever like that, but since it was her first time and he wanted her to remember it fondly, he let his orgasm build.

His balls tightened, thighs tensed. Cum surged down the length his shaft. "Now, Kaitlyn," he growled, trying not to fuck her too hard. Fingers digging into her hips, he pounded her sweet little ass three more times, then buried his cock, balls deep, and came.

Kaitlyn screamed, her fingers slapping her wet pussy audibly as she sobbed her own incredible release.

He lifted her torso from the sofa and wrapped his arms around her from behind, still impaling her ass. "You took that like a good girl," he murmured, nibbling on the shell of her ear.

He still was getting used to this warm and fuzzy side of himself, which, until he met Kaitlyn, he hadn't known existed. The more he let himself go with it, the easier it seemed. He wanted to take care of her, love her, honor her and win her submission on a daily basis.

He kissed her jaw, her temple. After he eased out of her ass, he scooped her into his arms and headed for the shower.

"I don't think I can even stand" Kaitlyn giggled weakly when he set her down to turn on the water.

"I'll hold you up, baby. Come on." He untied her apron and helped her out of the high heels. With her hand in his, he guided her into the shower and under the warm spray.

She looked beautiful, her eyes closed, her head tilted back to catch the spray.

He stood there and stared at her, trying to catch up with the past twenty-four hours.

Things had changed on a dime in the military, too.

One day he'd be with the same guys, getting comfortable and learning each other's quirks, the next, half the unit would be dead, their position had changed, and no one knew what would happen in the next hour, much less day.

So yeah, this wasn't that different. He'd taken huge risks in his life. This couldn't be that much harder, could it?

Kaitlyn's eyes blinked open and she caught him staring at her. Her brows lifted with a concerned question on her face.

He relaxed his expression and smiled. "You're beautiful. I was thinking that I took things way too fast."

Her brow furrowed even more. "I don't think—"

"Wanna go on a date?" he interrupted her protest. "I don't know—take a walk on the beach or something?"

Her expression finally relaxed into her signature dimpled smile. "Yeah. A walk on the beach sounds great."

He turned off the water and reached out for a towel, which he wrapped her up in. Running his hands up and down her terrycloth-clad body, he murmured, "Are you okay on your own for a little bit?"

She nodded.

"Good. I have a few things to do and then I'll come back to get you for our date."

"When?"

"I won't be gone longer than an hour. Okay?"

The dimples came out again. "Sounds great." She lifted her face for a kiss.

The gesture came so natural and easy, as did his response, to grasp her face in both his hands and kiss the ever-loving crap out of her.

He didn't want to leave her—not even for an hour, but he had a picnic to plan. And his mom's friend to call about the hot air balloon crew position. If he was going to have a 1950's housewife, he needed a job. Otherwise, he would never get to come home to the beer and a blowjob.

The offer still nearly made him jizz in his pants.

His girl was amazing.

In every way.