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  Whatever Master Wishes

  After six months with her Master Vincent, Shea Daniels is in need of more than the fantastic sex they share whenever their schedules allow. Even though they live together, she has yet to hear a declaration of love from him. When he has to go to work in a blizzard, she begs him to stay home, but he comes up with a better idea.

  Wanting to try a ménage with his pet, Vincent Smith knows the only men he would willingly share her with are Ethan Bennett and Asher Townsend, who are in a gay Master-slave relationship, and the middle of a blizzard seems the perfect time. Shea loves her Master and is willing to give him anything he wishes, but will this push her too far out of her comfort zone? Will Shea go along with his surprise foursome? Will Master Ethan and his slave, Asher, who has never been with a woman, be interested in such fun and games?

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 20,725 words

  WHATEVER MASTER WISHES

  Cooper McKenzie

  MENAGE AND MORE

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

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  WHATEVER MASTER WISHES

  Copyright © 2013 by Cooper McKenzie

  E-book ISBN: 978-1-62242-877-9

  First E-book Publication: April 2013

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  DEDICATION

  To firefighters and the ones who love them…

  WHATEVER MASTER WISHES

  COOPER MCKENZIE

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter 1

  “Hand me the phone, pet.” The grumbled order barely intruded on Shea Daniels’s dream of having hot, hot, hot sex with her Master.

  It had been nearly two weeks since they had spent more than an hour or two together. Though he had moved her into his house nearly a month before, life had been so hectic since then that they were spending less time together now than they had when she was living in her apartment across town.

  A hand landing hard on her ass cheek had her squealing as she woke fully. Without questioning when he had arrived home the night before and joined her in his king-size bed, she listened and heard the phone ring again. Without opening her eyes, she rolled over and reached for the nightstand on her side of her bed. When it was not where she thought it should be, she opened her eyes, squinting in the unusually bright light.

  Once she wrapped her fingers around it, she rolled back and handed it to the man lying on the other side of the bed. Returning her head back into the hollow of his shoulder where it fit perfectly, she closed her eyes, barely listening to his side of the short conversation.

  The phone beeped when he hung it up, and then he shifted a little underneath her shoulder before stilling once again. From past experience, she knew she would find the portable phone on the floor next to the bed when she made it in the morning.

  “What time is it, pet?” he asked in a soft voice that was two octaves lower than normal.

  “Dunno,” she responded in a sleep-slurred voice. “Dun care.”

  Another hard smack on her left ass cheek had her jumping and lifting her head. She knew better than to speak but a shot him a dirty look, grateful when Master did not catch her. She frowned at him then turned her head to the alarm clock, which sat on the dresser across the room that was set for four minutes after five.

  “Five oh two,” she whispered after blinking to clear her vision and read the glowing red numbers.

  “Damn,” he growled even as he shifted them so she lay flat on her back and he was leaning over her. “Two minutes isn’t nearly long enough for what I want. Hell, I don’t know that two days would be long enough for everything I’ve been dreaming about.”

  “Call in sick. The weather is supposed to get really bad today. We could spend the day right here relaxing each other’s bones.” She smiled up at him through the strange gray light coming from outside.

  Arching her back, she shifted her shoulder to drag her nipples through the long, silky hairs that covered the front of his body from Adam’s apple to ankles. At the same time, she reached between them and loosely wrapped her fingers around his half-hard cock. It responded immediately, growing until it was long, thick, and fully erect.

  Master blinked, and his expression went completely blank. At once Shea realized she had fucked up royally by making such a suggestion. He had been on the job twelve years and claimed to have only missed work a handful of times, usually when he was deathly ill or out of town on one of his teaching junkets.

  Without a word, he pulled his cock from her hold and rolled away, tossing back the covers so the cool air in the room caressed her sleep-warmed skin. He turned off the alarm and touched the small lamp next to it so a soft golden glow filled the room. Then he headed to the huge en suite bathroom.

  Her pussy began to tingle with need as she watched his wiry yet muscular form cross the room. At five nine, he was only a few inches taller than her own five and a half feet, but at moments like this, he looked like a giant to h
er. Licking her lips, she fought the urge to kneel at his feet and beg but knew that would only increase her punishment. She had no doubt he would punish her, not only for demanding he call in and lie but also for trying to seduce him without permission.

  She watched as he paused at the bathroom doorway long enough to look over his shoulder and say, “When I come out, you will be in your training collar and cuffs ass up over the end of the bed with the paddle of your choice beside you and a cup of coffee on the dresser.”

  “Yes, Master,” she answered the only way she could.

  Without another word, Vincent Smith, her roommate, lover, and Master of all things in her life, disappeared from view.

  As soon as she heard water running in the shower, she climbed out of bed. She took a few seconds to straighten the covers and put the phone back where it belonged. Once she finished, she hurried through the house to the bedroom at the far end. To anyone else the room looked like a traditional guest room, until one took in the eyebolts in various locations up and down the posts that reached to the ceiling.

  Opening the drawer in the dresser where their sex toys were stored, she quickly donned the black leather collar and padded wrist cuffs she wore whenever they played in this room. Looking at the ankle cuffs, she hesitated only a few seconds before putting them on as well.

  In another drawer, she looked over the four paddles neatly displayed there. Grabbing the leather-covered one that looked like a ping pong paddle on steroids, she raced back through the house.

  On her way through the living room, she looked out the windows toward the streetlight across the street. Her feet faltered when she saw it was already snowing heavily. Shit, the storm that was not supposed to arrive until late morning had moved in early.

  She stopped in the kitchen just long enough to pour a mug full of coffee before adding the two dollops of cream and teaspoon of sugar Master preferred. Tucking the paddle under her arm, she stirred the coffee as she walked carefully back to the bedroom.

  After setting the mug on the dresser next to the uniform he had laid out the night before, she reached into the nightstand and retrieved the bottle of lavender and vanilla lotion he liked to smooth on after punishments as well as a condom, just in case. She knew it was a case of anticipating Master’s needs, but she only had a limited amount of time before he would be out the door and gone for the next twenty-four hours and did not want to waste a second of it.

  Taking one of the big bed pillows, she moved to the foot of the bed. After placing the paddle, lotion, and condom on the mattress, she laid the pillow at the edge of the bed then bent over it. Spreading her legs as far as comfortable, she turned her head to the right and stretched her arms straight out to her sides.

  Then she waited, growing nervous when the water turned off but Master did not join her for several minutes. With her face turned this way, she could not see the door into the bathroom. All she had to go by was sound, and there was none.

  When the paddle landed hard in the center of her left ass cheek, she jumped but swallowed back the squeal of pain as tears filled her eyes. She took a deep breath as the next four strokes landed hard and in quick succession.

  “Why are you being punished, pet?”

  The question caught her off guard, and it took a few seconds to steady her breath enough to answer. “I was a demanding brat when I suggested you call in sick to work.”

  “And?”

  “I used sex to try and get my way,” she admitted softly.

  “And?”

  She tried, but could not come up with any other transgressions, so she said the only thing that came to mind. “I’m sorry, Master. Please forgive me.”

  She gasped when instead of answering he laid five more strokes over her ass, spreading them out so the flesh burned from the top of her bottom to her upper thighs. Once he finished, she felt the paddle land on the bed beside her.

  “Forgiven.”

  She sighed at the word that ended the punishment. Though she would remember the episode for days to come, in Master’s mind, she had paid her penitence, apologized, and the episode was now forgotten.

  She sighed as arousal burned its way through her from hot pink ass to knotted clit when he reached between her legs and stroked from the top of her slit down over her open, wet pussy to her puckered star.

  “Seems someone liked their punishment a little too much,” he commented matter-of-factly before pulling away again.

  She knew better than to answer his comment, so she took a deep breath and relaxed. As she listened, Master opened and then closed a drawer in his nightstand. A moment later, he noisily slurped at his morning hit of caffeine before saying, “Good coffee, pet.”

  She remained silent, not because he demanded it, but she had a hard time handling compliments. She quickly learned that downplaying any action she thought was nothing but clearly meant something to him earned her a harsher punishment than not responding at all.

  Though they had been together for more than six months, she was still learning his likes, dislikes, and triggers. She wondered if he would say the words “I love you” that she desperately longed to hear.

  Shea was so lost in her thoughts that she jumped when Master drizzled ice-cold lotion over and between her well-rounded globes. She relaxed as he began to massage the lotion over her skin, the coolness working quickly to douse the fire the paddle had created.

  She sucked a sharp breath when, without warning, a cold, well-lubed finger slid through her back hole. Everything below her waist tensed, and she grabbed the comforter in an effort to keep from shifting away from the intruder. The finger twisted left and right as it fucked in and out several times. At the same time, his other hand began to brush across her lower back.

  “Deep breaths, pet. Relax.” His deep voice soothed her as much as his touch.

  She focused on her breathing as he added more lube to the finger that now moved in and out of her. When a second digit joined the first, stretching her to just this side of pain, she was able to keep her muscles loose and not fight his fingers.

  “Deep breath and push out, pet,” he ordered with a thread of steel underlying the gentleness.

  Her mind foggy with her growing need to come long and hard, she began to breath deep. When his fingers left her, replaced a half second later by an even thicker, colder intruder, she had a hard time following his instructions. It took several long minutes for him to fuck the diamond-shaped butt plug into her. She struggled to remain still and bit her lip to keep from screaming for him to stop.

  Once the widest part of the plug pressed through the ring of muscles, it began to get smaller once again until it reached the base that would anchor it. Master pressed it deeper in a slow but firm fashion until the wide base came to rest against the skin surrounding her hole.

  “Good girl,” he said as his hands stroked up either side of her spine in a motion that soothed her. “Now, don’t you dare come or you won’t be sitting down for the rest of the week.”

  She moaned wordlessly in response as he brushed the head of his cock up and down over her tight, sensitive clit several times before dragging down her centerline to the widespread entrance of her pussy. Her head came off the bed and she cried out as he shoved balls-deep on the first thrust.

  Positioned as she was, she could do nothing to move and fuck back against the long, hard cock that Master instantly began to piston in and out of her. She pulled her arms in so her hands were at her shoulders but even then she had no leverage and was forced to remain still and fight down the arousal and need that spiraled around the bed, growing tighter and tighter.

  Vincent fucked her faster and more powerfully with each stroke, his fingers holding her hips tighter as he rocketed to the edge of his own release. Just as she opened her mouth to beg permission to come, he shoved even deeper one last time and froze with his loins pressed hard into her ass. He growled long and hard as his cock jerked within her and his fluids added even more heat to her pussy.

  When he lea
ned over, resting his forearms on the bed, and licked at the back of her neck, she whined her need, hoping for the stroke on her clit that would send her skyrocketing.

  He kissed her cheek and tongued her earlobe instead. “Get your shower. Put on your collar and wrist cuffs then bring me your ankle cuffs. You have twenty minutes. And remember, you still cannot come.”

  With that, he stood up again and pulled his cock from her. She turned her head and watched him pick up his clothes and coffee mug then walk out of the room.

  Shea remained on the bed another minute, panting for breath as she fought the intense need to stroke her clit the few times it would require for her to come. Finally, she took a deep breath, rolled over, then pushed to sit up, moaning as the butt plug shifted inside her. After taking off the leather encircling her neck, wrists, and ankles, she pushed to her feet and carefully walked to the bathroom. As she did, she wondered what Master was planning.

  Chapter 2

  Vincent quickly dressed in the hall just outside the bedroom as quietly as he could. He watched Shea as she took a minute before rising and walking into the bathroom, her posture and normally sensuous gait changed by the plug in her ass.

  She was just the kind of a woman he loved with large breasts and generous curves in all the right places. Her shoulder-length curly brown hair just brushed her shoulders and as she walked away she reached up and combed her fingers through it, a gesture that always had his cock twitching.