Master's hand.
And, god, hadn't she done just that? Mack's skillful hands had driven her to the heights of ecstasy and back. The man knew how to manipulate her body and had shown her things about her own sexuality she hadn't even realized. She'd never come so hard or so many times. She hadn't even thought that was possible.
Unfortunately for Mack, he'd created a monster. One afternoon in the shower and a night in his bed just wasn't enough. She craved more of him. She needed more of him.
Her stomach flip-flopped at the chirp of her phone. She snatched up the hot pink bejeweled device. Her heart stuttered at the sight of Mack's face on her screen. She slid her finger over the screen to accept the call. Fingers trembling, she lifted the phone to her ear. "Hello."
"Come over. Now."
The call ended without warning. She clutched the phone in her shaky fingers as Mack's gruff voiced echoed in her mind. Already, her clit throbbed.
She wasted no time following his order. Her parents had been gone for half an hour at one of their "bridge" parties. In other words, they were about to start swinging with the other like-minded couples at that big lodge. They probably wouldn't be home until sunrise, if even then. She and Mack had all night—and she intended to make the best of it.
Jolie didn't bother with panties or a bra. She slipped into a flirty sundress and quickly slid on some sandals and left the house with only her phone, just in case something happened and her parents needed to reach her.
At Mack's back door, she hesitated before knocking. A little tremor of fear rattled her chest. Last night had been intense. Her bruised ass was still sore to the touch. Her nipples were tender, too. The practical, smart side of her screamed to go back to her cabin and let go of this infatuation with Mack.
The naughty, curious side spurred her hand into action. She wanted to be with Mack again. She needed to know what else he would do to her. She desired his hands on her again more than anything.
He answered after the first knock. The door flew open and he grasped her hand, hauling her inside the darkened house. She gasped as he spun her around and smashed her smaller body between his and the wall. He kicked the door shut. The slam reverberated through the wall and into her palms.
"Ah!" She shivered as his lips ghosted across her neck. His hard cock jutted against her ass. She held her breath as his hands moved under her flimsy skirt. His rough, callused palms rasped her naked skin. He cupped her pussy and squeezed her ass cheek at the same time, his big hands taking whatever they wanted.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, Jolie."
She gulped. "Promise?"
He laughed then, the sound so rich and amused. "Baby girl, you're flirting with danger."
"Precaution never was my strong suit."
He chuckled against her neck and nipped at her shoulder. "Do you remember your safe word?"
"Red."
"Good girl. Don't be afraid to use it, Jolie. I won't think less of you."
No, he wouldn't. She believed that with every fiber of her being. She trusted him implicitly. She trusted that he wouldn't take things too far. If he ever did, that safe word was her safety net.
He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her away from the wall. She gasped at the slightly sharp bite against her scalp. He didn't pull hard enough to harm her, just enough to create that delicious ache of discomfort that made her pussy clench and her nipples tighten to hard peaks. She walked in front of him, letting him guide her movements with the fingers threaded through her hair, and ended up in his bedroom. The flashbacks from last night made her weak in the knees. Oh, hell! They'd really done some dirty stuff in here.
Her gaze fell to his bed. A selection of sex toys had been lined up on the patchwork quilt. The penny dropped. "Is that what you were up to when you disappeared this afternoon? You went shopping? I looked all over for you."
"Last night I had to improvise. Tonight, I've