“No, Master. I’ll be good.”
The man Gavin had at his disposal turned his body slightly toward the camera, just enough that I could see his swollen erection, the tip glistening as he trembled. The muscles in his arms strained as he clung to the bed’s four-poster frame.
“Do you want more?”
The man whimpered something that sounded a bit like he said yes. The lash of the whip cracked so fast I barely registered Gavin had struck, but I felt it right along with his toy. Not on my back, but between my legs. A flood of arousal had me sitting gracelessly in the chair, eyes glued to the computer.
“More,” I whispered. “Definitely more.”
Gavin strolled leisurely around the unnamed man, giving me a better view of his beautiful, strong body. There was no denying my husband was a veritable Greek god. He looked as if he’d been sculpted by God himself. There wasn’t an unattractive bone in his body. From his tousled hair and firm jaw to the flex of his muscles as he moved, every inch was perfection. And my eyes were currently trained on the oh-so-perfect inches between his legs.
That was meant to fit inside me? How?
Thick and veiny... I’d never wanted to touch something more. With my mouth. My tongue. Whatever he’d let me get away with.
My fingers trailed down my chest and then along my inner thighs until I reached the soft cotton of my knickers. Curling my fingers under the band, I tugged them down and kicked them off so I could explore myself freely. Then, still watching Gavin, I found that magic little button he’d ground against in the hallway. His jaw flexed, his left hand now wrapped around the base of his...himself. I licked my lips and imagined I was the object of his desire.
It didn’t even occur to me to be jealous. I was too turned on.
“Gavin,” I rasped as he stroked his arousal, his eyes closed and head thrown back.
The man at his mercy gave a shuddering moan, and ropes of white spilled onto the black silk sheets on the bed. He hadn’t been touched. How on earth had he... arrived so easily?
Gavin’s hand went still, and he glanced back.
“And now you’ve made a mess of my sheets. That orgasm was mine, and you stole it from me. Clean up your mess—no, with your tongue. I’ll deal with you shortly.”
My skin was hot and cold all at the same time, the angry red in Gavin’s cheeks only adding fuel to my fire. I wanted him to be cross with me for stealing my own pleasure, to use that deep, dominant voice on me. I needed him to make me his and claim my submission. Why hadn’t he brought me to this room if this was the true Gavin Donoghue?
My desire cooling as those thoughts intruded, I moved to stop touching myself, but Gavin’s form filled the screen, his face, chest, and hips in full view. That furrow between his brows grew deeper as he spit into his palm, then gripped his manhood firmly once more and began a slow stroke.
Oh, my.
I should have stopped watching. Who was I kidding? I should never have started watching. But now I was a helpless slave to my desire for him. I needed to be part of his pleasure, even if it was stolen.
He’d made me come apart at his hand, and now I wanted to know what it looked like when he did the same to himself. Even if I wasn’t the cause. Maybe I could learn him. I had always been a quick study.
Without realizing it, I’d timed my breaths with his. My fingers circled my aching flesh at the same speed he worked his hand over himself. His eyes pinched tightly closed, and he almost appeared in pain as his jaw ticked and a flush crept up his neck.
“Gavin, yes, please make me—” My words cut off as he grunted, his right arm shooting forward, muscles flexing, abs tensing as he found his release.
I cried out as I fell apart with him, my legs shaking as that liquid rush swept through me. It was nowhere near what he’d done to me in the hall, but I couldn’t have stopped myself from falling over the edge with him if I’d tried. Even through a screen, Gavin owned my pleasure.
Taking a deep breath, he reached for something out of the camera’s sight. He returned with a towel, then wiped away the evidence of his orgasm.
“I could have helped you with that, Master.”
“That’s not what you’re here for. Now turn around and prepare to take your punishment for being an insolent pet.”
The other man braced himself, and even through the echoing tingles of my climax, I found myself doing the same. Before now, I’d never craved the bite of a whip, but watching the masterful way Gavin moved turned what should have been horrific and degrading into something beautiful. Like a ballet or an opera. Even the man’s cries were a vital piece of the performance.
I wanted to be part of it.
I wanted to know what it felt like to be fully lost to the moment.
A slave to my pleasure and the needs of my body.
To be his.