Under His Control – No Safeword Read Online Claire Thompson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Kink Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
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Ellen’s pupils had dilated as he spoke, her lips parting. There was trepidation in her expression but also desire. He grinned, delighted both with her and the prospect of what he had planned for her.

His cock was still hard. He imagined thrusting into her in one smooth motion, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt in her tight heat. He was within his rights to do that very thing. But something stopped him.

Instead, he said, “You’ve been on the edge of orgasm several times now. Would you like to come, slut?”

Again that slight intake of breath, probably at his use of the word slut. She didn’t like being called names. Or no, her brain didn’t like it. But her body liked it just fine, as did her submissive, masochistic soul. Of that he was certain.

“Yes, Sir,” she said without much inflection, her eyes darting away.

It occurred to Damon she was experiencing what he thought of as a Charlie Brown moment—the way the poor guy always fell for Lucy’s ploy to hold the football for him.

“Don’t worry,” he chuckled. “This time you’re going to come. I will make sure of it.” He glanced at the remains of their dinner. “Get up and clear away the things. When you’re done, meet me in the bedroom.”

Leaving her to the cleanup, he retrieved his gear bag from the playroom. Back in the bedroom, he pulled off his boots and stripped off his clothing. He started to fold it, military habits hard to break, but then changed his mind. His slave would keep the cabin neat and tidy. He was on vacation. He dropped his clothing on the floor at the end of the bed.

Unzipping his suitcase, he took out a pair of black lounge pants and pulled them on. He could hear the water running in the kitchen sink and the clink of silverware. He retrieved a pair of soft leather wrist cuffs from his gear bag, along with clips to hold them closed, and dropped them on the bed.

While waiting for Ellen, he went into the bathroom. As he peed, he smiled at the memory of her kneeling with her hands cupped, her entire body radiating her intense dislike of what he’d commanded her to do. He made a mental note to work more with her in that area as well. A properly trained slave welcomed whatever her Master gave her. Full submission meant not only powering your way through something but embracing it. He would remind her of that the next time she balked.

Returning to the bedroom, he situated himself in the center of the bed, stretching out his legs as he leaned back against the pillows. A moment later, Ellen appeared. He smiled at her. “You need to use the toilet?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He waved a hand. “Go ahead. Be quick about it.”

When she returned from the bathroom, he patted the mattress between his legs. “Come lie down here with your back against me.”

She hesitated a moment, looking suddenly as anxious as a virgin. He cocked a brow, amused. With a nervous smile, she climbed onto the bottom of the bed and scooted herself into position. He pulled her closer, enjoying the feel of her delicate bones and soft skin against him. Her head rested against his chest. Her hair smelled faintly of lemons. He resisted the sudden urge to nuzzle her neck.

Instead, he reached for the cuffs. One at a time, he wrapped the leather around each wrist and slipped a clip through the cuff’s metal D ring to lock it in place. Then he hooked the clips so her wrists were bound together.

She gave a small sigh of what he interpreted as pleasure. Like most subs he’d known, she enjoyed the comforting embrace of leather and rope. He would test just how much intense bondage she could handle, but that would be for another day. Instead, he cupped her breasts, enjoying the way they rounded into his palms.

“Spread your thighs,” he ordered. “I’m going to play with your pretty little cunt. You don’t have to ask for permission. I’m granting it now. In fact, I’m commanding it. You’re going to come for me. That’s a promise.”

Keeping his left hand around her breast, he brought his right hand to his mouth and licked his fingers. Then he reached down between her legs.



Ellen shuddered, her cunt spasming with pleasure as Master Damon slid a finger inside her. His strong chest was warm against her back. He moved his finger inside her and then drew it out with tantalizing slowness, only to slide it back again, deeper this time.

The leather wrapped around her wrists only added to her submissive pleasure. She ached with the pent-up need for release. Even so, she was surprised that this intense, exacting Dom was going to let her come after the way she’d messed up earlier.



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