Marie Harte - Working Out

But that didn’t seem to matter.

“Holy fuck.” Mac’s eyes were wide, and he didn’t stop staring for a full minute.

She let him look his fill, hoping he liked what he saw.

He dropped the leash. “Move back.”

She would have been upset he’d let her go, except the look on his face and his guttural tone told her he definitely liked her gift.

Maggie stepped back.

“Stop. Turn around.”

She didn’t wear underwear, just the flap from the corset protecting her lower half from scrutiny. Well, her front. Nothing but a thin string nudged the crack of her ass.

“ Motherfucker. ” Mac’s hand on her hip forced her to remain still. He touched her where the corset didn’t, tracing her flank, her ass, and the smooth skin of her sex. “You shaved completely?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

“For you, Master.”

“Little sub, you have earned one hell of a Christmas reward.” He turned her around and skated his fingers over the tops of her breasts. “I see nipples.” He leaned down to lick, and she sucked in a breath. “The collar and chain are a nice touch.” He gripped the leash again. “I like.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He nodded at the earrings. “You like the jewelry?”

“Very much, Sir.”

“Good.” He tugged on the corset and her nipples popped free. “Now stay still. Not a word until I tell you.”

She didn’t speak, caught up in the lust on his face. He kissed her neck and trailed his mouth to her ear. Then he skimmed his fingers over her belly and down to the bottom of the corset. He pulled at the strip hugging her pussy, so that it bit into her clit. In seconds it grew saturated from the arousal she couldn’t help.

He whispered against her ear, “I am so fucking turned on right now I’d come if you breathed across my dick. You please me, little sub. You really do.”

She melted against him, so in love.

“Now let Master have his way. Whatever I like.” He nipple her lobe, mindful of her earring, and kissed a trail down her neck to her chest. There he stopped and stared. “Take off my clothes. Slowly.”

She didn’t speak, as instructed, and stripped him with gentle fingers, caressing him with all the love she felt inside. Maggie had lusted after Mac. She’d been aggravated, amused, and at turns pleased with him. But she’d never experienced this tenderness for him before, and she wanted to show him what she felt, deep inside. Her fear of a relationship, of commitment, had no place between them, not when this affection felt so right.

With loving hands, she removed the very last piece of clothing, his shirt. His cock had been stiff the entire time, and he looked huge in the light of the fire.

“Good girl.” He picked up the leash and tugged her closer. To her disappointment, he took it off her collar. “Put your hands behind your back.”

She did, and when he tied her hands with the leash, she shivered.

“That’s it. Good girl. You’re in Master’s hands now.” He kissed her and tugged the corset strap between her legs, rubbing against her clit and snaking it between her ass cheeks. “Yeah, that’s nice. You’re wet, aren’t you? Mmm. So pretty.” He leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth.

He bit down and she gasped, close to coming.

“Tell me, sub. Do you need to come? Are you close?”

“I’m close, Sir,” she whispered. “But I don’t need to come. I need you.”

He stared at her. “What do you need?”

“You inside me. Just you, Sir.”

Mac nodded and stepped away. He lay down on his back before the fire. “Come sit on my face.” He glanced at her as she walked. “Man, those heels kill me.”

She smiled and straddled his body, then slowly knelt over his face.

Mac didn’t remove the strap. The canny devil pulled it aside and sucked her clit hard. She rocked over him, needing desperately to come but not given permission to.

“Fuck. You’re so good. So wet,” he moaned and continued to eat her, sliding his fingers through her cream to lube her ass. He sucked and licked while his finger crept closer to anus, then penetrated.

Maggie was out of her mind. She tensed, trying hard not to explode.

“Please, Sir. I’m too close…”

Mac pushed her off his face. “On my cock. Ride me until you come,” he ordered in a gravelly voice.

She hurried to kneel over him while he held himself for her. She eased over him and moaned as his thick girth filled her full.

“Fuck me.” He stared at her breasts before gripping her nipples. “Up and down, you little slut. Ride Master like you mean it.” He pinched her, and she knew it wouldn’t take long. “That’s it. Take my cum. You know you need it. Spreading your legs for a big man. No small cock for you. Right, little sub?”

She moaned and threw her head back as she slammed down over him again and again.

“That’s it. Oh shit. Come on, baby. Come all over me. Fuck. ”

He let go of one nipple to pinch her clit, and she cried his name as she exploded and ground over him.

Mac let her go and gripped her waist while he pulled her harder against him, coming into her with a shudder. “Fuck me. Oh yeah. Take it, Maggie. All of me into that tight cunt.”

“Yes, God, yes .”

They remained locked, her over him, him inside her, as she caught her breath. The corset’s tail bit against her ass, making it uncomfortable to move, but Maggie couldn’t believe how amazing their night had been.

Mac blinked his eyes open and released his tight hold on her hips. He moaned when she shifted.

“Don’t move,” he panted. “Shit. That… You…” He tugged her down by the collar and hugged her tight. “That’s nothing, sub.” He kissed her and shoved his tongue into her mouth, sweeping her into another wave of mindless desire. “We’re just getting started.”

The next morning, Mac covered his eyes with his forearm to block the sunlight, feeling drunk. He’d come three times last night, and though he’d wanted to come some more, he’d been bone tired. The physical and emotional wrenching of his heart had made it hard to process anything more than showing Maggie how much he fucking loved her.

God, that look in her eyes when she’d seen the earrings. The damn things cost close to a grand, but he’d wanted her to have them. And then to get that artwork. He knew she’d made it. It had the same look and feel as her other pieces, but this one was exceptional. Even he, a dipshit with no artistic talent, could tell it was beautiful. And she’d wanted him to have, something personal she’d made.

That would have been the perfect time to tell her how he felt about her. If he’d had the stones. But then he’d pussed out and decided to wait. Only to be blown away by the sexiest woman on the face of the planet.

Fuck if he’d been able to think past the throbbing in his dick, in lust with his entire being. That teddy, the way it cut into her ass and rubbed her pussy. Her flush tits popping out of the top. Her waist had looked impossibly small, making her curves seem more pronounced. And those heels.

He was raring and ready to fuck again. Man he’d been hard-pressed to last the previous night. Talk about a Christmas present to end all gifts.

Mac turned on his side and stared at the wonder of his life. Maggie fucking Doran. He’d fallen in love with her. She complemented everything about him. Her needs fit his, her desires became his. That collar and leash.

He wondered if he should wait this morning or give it to her.

He’d not only had that weird artsy guy make her a killer set of earrings, but a matching choker embedded with a sapphire as well. A decorative collar that he and Maggie would know about but would look like simple jewelry to everyone else.