Page 6 of Her Marine Master (Master Me #4)

He must have arrived at some decision because he surged to his feet. "Naked."

The single word command had her pussy clenching. She yanked her shorts off.

"Hands on your head."

Oh God. Another spasm between her legs. She interlaced her fingers on the top of her head. The position lifted and spread her breasts.

"Legs apart, feet wide."

She widened her stance. Her pulse fluttered. A drip of moisture landed on the floor. She closed her eyes to block out the embarrassment of it.

"Dimples…" His voice sounded rough. He walked around behind her, trailing his palm over her hip.

His fingers splayed over her belly and he pressed his hard cock against her bare, sore ass, the fabric of his jeans rough against her skin.

Centimeter by centimeter he slid his hand lower until it cupped her mons, his fingers pressing against her buttons.

She jerked, a mini-orgasm rippling through her.

"You're so wet." He sounded reverent. "You're so fucking wet."

"Rob…" She wanted him inside her. She wanted that hard fucking he'd promised.

He rubbed his middle finger along her slit.

She arched, tossing her head back on his shoulder, thrusting her swollen breasts into the air. "Please…"

She'd never been this turned on before. In fact, sex had never been that great for her, in general. It hadn't been bad, just hadn't been "all that." This, however… this was blowing her mind. And they hadn't even gotten to the sex part yet.

He thrust two fingers inside her.

She ground against his knuckles, rubbing her juices all over his hand as she struggled for release. She thought she might die if she didn't find it soon.

Rob's other hand snaked around and palmed her right breast. "These are the most perfect breasts I've ever seen." His voice rumbled low and gravelly in her ear.

She forgot to keep her hands on her head, desperate for release. She clutched at his hand between her legs and thrust his fingers deeper.

"Ah ah." He abruptly withdrew his fingers. "Where should your hands be?"

"Rob." She wasn't above begging. Or whining. "Rob, please."

"Lie face down on the bed with your legs wide."

A shiver of excitement flashed through her.

He released her from his grasp and she vaulted for the bed, eager to comply. The position screamed vulnerable, especially considering the state of her already toasted ass. She heard the bedside drawer rasp open.

Oh no. Please not one of the implements she'd seen in there. The wooden paddle had looked brutal. She couldn't take any more spanking.

She heard the snap of a lid opening and then Rob's fingers returned to her pussy, rubbing some kind of oil at her entrance, then parting her butt cheeks and rubbing it on her anus. She squeezed her buns together.

Rob's breath came hot on her ear. "Have you ever had anything in your ass, little girl?"

She stiffened. Okay, she was definitely way out of her depth now. Her experience had pretty much been sex, missionary style. End of story.

"N-no." Her voice wavered.

He chuckled. "Well, I like to keep a girl submissive during sex by plugging her ass. Do you think you can handle that, Dimples?"

Somehow, the name Dimples sounded like a challenge, and she'd never been one to back away when someone threw down the gauntlet.

"I can handle it." She might have sounded a tad defensive.

Rob chuckled again. "Do you remember how to stop things?"

She wasn't going to frickin' safe word. Nope. She could do this, even if the erratic beat of her heart said her body believed differently.

He hadn't expected this. Not any of it. He never thought he'd be playing with his sweet, girl-next-door neighbor like this, nor had he expected his reaction to it—both physical and… otherwise.

She looked fucking gorgeous right now, her legs splayed open, her reddened ass lifted and presented to his hand as he massaged oil into her pretty little pucker.

He'd thought a girl like her would be scandalized by this whole scenario. Hell, he'd expected her to safeword thirty seconds into the play. This unexpected turn left him reeling.

In all his times playing Dom, he hadn't really been into the domestic discipline style of play.

Well, because it wasn't really play. Or it was only half-play.

Emotions got involved, and he didn't do emotions.

He did simple pain-pleasure stuff. Dominance, dirty-talk and a good whipping to get her endorphins flowing.

But halfway through Kaitlyn's spanking, he'd realized she needed an emotional release after all the crap she'd been through that night.

And to his surprise, he'd been willing to go there with her.

He'd made the conscious decision to spank her to tears.

And what do you know? He'd been more than ready to hold and comfort her through them afterward.

In fact, he'd enjoyed it. It made him feel… strong. Capable. Whole again.

His scars always faded when he took on the Dom role.

No, faded wasn't the right word. They blended in.

That wasn't it, either. When he was in Dom mode, his scars were just a part of him—a part that fit his role.

They weren't a source of agony or pain. They didn't make him different or mark him for the ruined soldier he'd become.

They just were… a part of him. With Kaitlyn, it went beyond even that.

For the first time since the explosion, he knew his own power.

He enjoyed dominating her, loved comforting her, wiping her tears—even though he was the one who'd made her cry.

There was a high that came with domination—a euphoria from the exchange of power.

Was it something about Kaitlyn's sweetness that made it so much stronger?

He'd expected a fight over the butt plug, even though he hoped he'd be able to convince her to comply. As it turned out, she arched her little ass right into his hand—alternately squeezing and releasing it as she got used to his touch.

He rubbed more oil on the tip of the plug and pressed it against her rosette.

She whimpered.

"Yield to me."

The muscles along her spine corded up and she balled the bedcovers up in her little fists. The tight ring of muscle relaxed, as it naturally should with light, steady pressure, and he eased the plug in.

She gasped, the backs of her thighs going rigid. He rubbed her clit with his other hand and her pelvic floor relaxed. The plug stretched her over the widest portion.

"Ooh—oh," she protested.

The plug seated fully.

"There. You are plugged. Do you know who you belong to?" He didn't know where that came from. He didn't "own" slaves. He didn't take long-term responsibility for anyone. Except his brothers in the Marine Corp. Many of whom he had not been able to save.

"You?" She almost whispered it. Her voice sounded husky, undeniably sexy.

"That's right. You belong to me. I can do whatever I want with you, can't I?" He wrapped a fist in her thick red hair, but didn't pull. It was just the threat of a hair pull. He rubbed his middle finger over her glossy slit, parting her, spreading her natural lubrication up to her swollen clit.

She bucked, arching and pushing into his hand.

"Do you want my cock?"

"Yes, please."

So. Fucking. Sweet. She said please . He could really grow fond of this girl. Hell, he already had. In fact, it went way beyond fond. He wanted to tie her to his bedpost and tell her she could never leave.

"Say it again."

She lifted her head. "Wh-what?"

"Say yes please . I like it when you ask so nicely."

"Yes, please. May I please have your…"

He chuckled. He would have been shocked if she'd dirty-talked. No, she was still the good little girl he thought she was. She just was a good little girl who liked to be dominated by a bad boy Marine sergeant.

He shucked his clothes in record time. With a condom sheathing his aching cock, he positioned the head at her soaked entrance. He teased her with it, pushing just the tip in and out, rubbing it along her slit.

She moaned.

"Come up onto your knees." His voice sounded thick.

She climbed to her hands and knees, but he pushed her upper body back down. "Just your knees, not your hands."

She dropped her chest back to the bed, presenting her ass to him.

"Good girl." Amazing, hot, naked, obedient girl.

He gripped her hips and plunged deep into her channel without warning. His eyes rolled back in his head with the delicious pleasure of it. "Kaitlyn…"

"Yes," she moaned. "Oh yes, please."

There was that please again. He could definitely get used to her begging.

He shoved in and out, bumping her ass with his pelvis. "Good girl," he repeated. Very good girl.

She deserved a reward for this.

"How hard do you want it, little girl?"

"Harder," she gasped.

He drove in deeper, harder.

"Uhg… uhg… yeah…" Her sounds drove him wild.

He had the vague thought to slow down, to savor her, but sensation overrode thought. He wanted to take everything she'd offered him. He wanted to devour her with each instroke, to claim her, to teach her who she belonged to.

"You're mine," he gritted through clenched teeth, punishing her with his cock, yanking her hips back to plunge even deeper every time.

"Yes," she gasped. "Yes, please."

That was it. He couldn't hold back any more. He pounded into her, knocking her back to her belly and taking her violently, his hands wrapped around her wrists, holding her down as his cock beat her to smithereens with thrust after thrust.

"Oh, yes, pleeease," she wailed.

How could he deny her? His balls contracted.

"Come, Kaitlyn," he growled. With his cock buried deep inside her, he orgasmed, filling the condom with a seemingly unending stream of cum.

"Yes," she crooned. Her muscles squeezed his cock as she crested and toppled over the edge.