Kneel (My Master's Hand #3)

“Get on your knees.”
Adeline has never met her master, the mysterious man who has her blindfold and cuff herself for him. She has never seen him, yet she knows his body intimately, as he does her’s-every hot crack and crevice. Shes knows him only through his actions and commands, the bite of his hand or the gentle sweep of his fingers, but he has other plans tonight—plans to make her submission complete, plans to break and rebuild her as only he sees fit.

Contains themes of BDSM, submission, erotic humiliation, oral sex, spanking, gagging, whipping, backdoor action and more. Strictly for adults only, please.

EXCERPT
He whispers in my ear. “I’ve been waiting all week to ____ you.”
He reaches around my back and unclasps my bra. He always requires my _____ and genitals are covered. He likes to unwrap me, an everlasting present. It’s better this way. It heightens the anticipation. Every time my ___ are uncovered he weighs and kneads them in his hands as if it is the very first time. Every encounter is the first, a constant cycle of tension and release.
He lifts me from the floor, breath trailing down my side as his fingers hook into the waistband of my panties to draw them down my thighs. The panties were a gift. He left the receipt from Paris in the box—a week’s wages.
I purr as they swim around my ankles, lifting each foot to allow them to be pulled free and the conditioned air of the apartment to gather between my legs.
He rises, hands dancing up the silhouette of my body, every finger a miniature lover.
They leave.
He strips.
I tremble.