Dirty Sexy Yours

“For the next forty-eight hours you will always be naked in my presence.” Jason stood before Cintra, his eyes hard on hers.
“Yes.” She was on her knees and naked before him. There was so much she wanted him to do to her. Cintra McLeod wanted to yell at him to fuck her hard and make her scream, but she didn’t. She was no longer in control. Cintra gave her body to his hands to do as he wished, for two days.
“You will call me ‘sir’ and only speak when spoken to.”
This is what I need. “Yes.” Her heart beat faster at the implications of what she was agreeing to. Cintra shifted slightly and squeezed her legs together in an effort to relieve the sudden, hot itch between them.
Jason stared down at her. “Yes, what?”
She swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.” Cintra never called anyone ‘sir’ in her life. No one ever earned that level of respect from her. As for Jason, he was taking her regardless of what she thought. The good girl inside her needed someone to blame for her need for reckless, hard sex.
“You are my slave. Any man I choose can take you. ”
Cintra shivered. “Yes, sir.” It was hard to explain her need for a man to take and use her while having no control over what happened. Her body needed it. Her soul craved it. Some may call it sick, but Cintra didn’t care what others thought.
“You have no life but the one I allow you.”
“Yes, sir.” Cintra bowed her head in acceptance. From the moment she saw him, Cintra developed a mad crush on the darkly handsome, Jason Munro. Not that she let him know it. As was her nature, she pushed against that which she craved especially when she knew the object of her lust probably wouldn’t feel the same way -- and why would he? She was not thin or beautiful. Yet Cintra couldn’t understand why Jason kept approaching her when there were so many other women with their eyes locked on him. In her confusion, she was cold to him. In many ways, she believed it better to repel than be hurt.
However, that changed. The more she watched him, the more Cintra wanted a taste of Jason. It was madness of course, but lust and need had a way of making a woman do crazy things. So, in a desperate, weak, and needy move, she approached Jason. She wasn’t surprised in his shock. If anyone was surprised, it was she. Cintra expected him to laugh or be repulsed but that wasn’t the case. After a moment of silence, Jason said yes to her crazy, forty-eight hour proposal to be his sex slave. She was stunned until she reminded herself this was just sex and most men wouldn’t knock it back. Regardless, Cintra planned to have her needs fulfilled and be stronger for the experience. She needed to lose control to know her limits. Doing that with Jason would prove two things: one, she could let go of tightly held inhibitions, and two, she could get the feelings she had for him out of her system. As for Jason, Cintra couldn’t explain how or why she knew it but in her heart, she believed she could trust him.
“Cintra?”
She looked up at him, “Sir?” Her voice was breathless with anticipation.
Jason unzipped his trousers and pulled back the fabric. His large, stiff dick poked out towards her. “Suck me.”