How To Catch A Submissive (How To Series Book 1)

Chapter 12: Baby I'm Amazed By You

     Instead of responding to her, Eric turned his head, removing his hand from her neck and cupping her cheek, pressing a kiss to the curve of her neck, her other cheek and then her lips. She moaned against his lips, pressing her sweaty forehead to his. The rate of her heart started to slow but once she met those eyes of his, it sped up again.

"How's your heart now?" he asked with a smirk.

Amy pouted. "I don't know, maybe you should feel it, Dr. Masters. I am worried."

He pressed two fingers to the artery in neck, her walls clenching internally as he did so. Her body's reaction was enough to pull a groan from him. His eyes lit up with a grin. "Just as I thought, it's racing."

Holy shit.

She whimpered, never wanting his fingers to leave her pulse. "Mm-hmm. What about my pulse on my wrist, doctor?"

He pressed those same fingers to the inside of her wrist. "Still racing." She moaned and bit her lip, batting her lashes coyly. His brows furrowed, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You're really stuck on this fetish, aren't you?"

Amy stared at him longingly. "Desperately," she murmured. "It makes me so fucking wet like you wouldn't believe."

His brows arched, his eyes lighting up as a smile slowly spread across his face. "Is that right?"

She grinned, slipping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. "Damn straight, sir."

"Hmm..." His arms slid around her waist, "looks like we do have some work to do."

"Mm, yes, please." Amy giggled before their lips met in a passionate kiss. She slipped her fingers into his hair, tilting her head and opening her mouth wider to deepen the kiss.

The sex with him had been hot as fuck to say the least, hot and angry but in a good way. Even better than she imagined it would be and his kiss, the feel of his lips on hers, on any part of her body, was intoxicating enough to have her body aching for more. The thought of that mouth being on her nipples or even her slit, made her tremble involuntarily.

"I was showering, and you came in and got me all sweaty and dirty again," she murmured against his lips.

"That was my plan."

"You're evil," she remarked.

He shrugged with a smug smile. "So sue me," he slapped his hand against her ass, fingernails digging into her sensitive flesh, "and watch how you speak to your Master."

Her brows furrowed inquisitively. "You call yourself my Master, and yet you don't let me call you 'Master.' I think there's something wrong with this picture."

Eric blinked, his forehead wrinkling in thought. He heaved a deep and irritable sigh. "The only thing wrong with this picture, is the tone of your voice and the way you're contradicting me. Are we going to have to have this conversation again?"

She froze, her eyes widening in horror, flinching as she flashed back to the strike of his belt against her ass. "N–No, sir. I was only asking a question. Just curious is all. Like I said before, I like the way 'Master' sounds and I would be proud to call you my Master."

A ghost of a smile appeared on his face. "Then I suggest you do the same for me...make me proud to call you my sub."

She scowled, her legs falling away from his waist almost immediately. As a result of her action, he lowered her to her feet, her hands sliding down the front of his chest. "I'm...not making you proud now?"

"That's yet to be decided. It's only the second day, Amy. Training takes time. Don't be in such a hurry to get that Girl Scout merit badge."

She snickered. "Girl Scout merit badge?"