Chapter One FREE – Tested by Her Web Master
Tested by Her Web Master
He’s my addiction, my love—my life.
He’s my Dominant—my everything.
He’s changed me, and I never want to go back.
But now, he’s asking for too much.
Going too far.
It’s out of my comfort zone–not who I am.
I’ll swallow my pride and face my fears
But something tells me he has ulterior motives for this extreme request,
and I will get to the bottom of it.
That is, if I can pass his test.
Tested by Her Web Master is the second book in the Web Master Trilogy and should be read following Her Web Master. If cliffhangers make you clammy, never fear – Claimed by Her Web Master, the conclusion of the trilogy, told from the perspective of the mercurial “MC,” will release May 19, 2016.
Chapter One – Tested by Her Web MasterThe tails of the flogger came down on the back of my thigh with a thud. My breathing remained steady as I anticipated the next one. Pain wasn’t really my thing, so the floggings Quentin gave me were only a touch harsher than a massage. Once I started twitching, he usually relocated his blows to a different spot.
He was a good Dom in that way. He read my signals and never pushed me too far, never hurt me. That said, he took me to the edge of my limits psychologically, sometimes pushing me right to them before stopping.
Like the butt plug that was currently stretching my tiniest hole.
Unfortunately, I must have the smallest butthole in creation. And I don’t think Quentin adores anal sex, but he definitely gets off on pushing my limits. When we tried it before, I felt like the pain had outweighed the pleasure. It honestly made me kinda nauseated, which was the opposite of sexy.
To counteract my “issues”, Quentin sent me a butt plug intended for longer wear and instructed me to wear it during my trip up to Washington to visit him this weekend. Soon after I arrived, he embarrassed me in the airport parking lot by yanking up my skirt and bending me over the hood of his car.
I should be used to this by now as he did that, or something similar, almost every time. Once he’d inspected me and seen that I’d followed his instructions and was wearing the plug, he foisted his fingers inside me and prepared me for the fucking that would follow.
I knew I should be upset. I should protest the way he insisted on sticking his long, hard cock inside me in the parking lot. It was a public place, and not only was it inappropriate, but it was probably illegal. The conservative way I was raised—I should have been scared enough of getting caught to protest, but I’d grown addicted to the adrenaline rush that came with that sort of risky behavior, so I didn’t want to. Besides, I wouldn’t have denied him anyway. My goal was to make him happy, to please my Master.
Not only did I let him fuck me in broad daylight at the airport, I’d also let him fuck me bareback. We’d seen each other’s test results when we consummated our relationship a few months ago, and since I wasn’t screwing anyone else, and I believed him when he said he wasn’t either, I let it go. The feel of him sliding inside me—him, not some sheathed version of him—was beyond incredible. One time Quentin had made a reference to breeding me, and for some reason it turned me on. Even though we didn’t talk about having children, I loved the idea of him breeding me. But it was just a fantasy, the way so many things with him felt like a fantasy. We’d been together for a couple of months now, and I still didn’t feel like I truly knew the man behind his “MC” online persona.
“Have I properly warmed you up, my pet?” he asked with on final swat to my ass.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now get up on all fours. I’m going to inspect your anus.”
Inwardly I cringed. That word, not to mention that he was going to inspect it. I rose to my hands and knees and braced myself. When he plied apart my bottom cheeks, my stomach turned over, and not in a good way. He started to pull back on the plug and I gritted my teeth. Since I arrived two days ago, he’d had me constantly wearing a plug, except when I went to the bathroom. And every eight hours or so he’d put in a larger one. Surely my butt was stretched out enough to take him by now.
“Sophie, you’ve been such a good sub for me, wearing your butt plug exactly as I’ve asked. You’ve earned an orgasm. Several in fact, but before I give it to you I’m going to make this ass nice and red. So much more interesting to fuck.”
I gulped and dropped my head.
“That’s fine,” he said. “As long as you remain on your elbows at least.”
“Thank you, Sir.” I sank to my elbows, grateful for his mercy. He knew I hated the “on all fours” position, and I appreciated him giving me that small break. He shoved the butt plug back in, then fucked me with it a few times. My sphincter spasmed and pitched, not wanting to remain open for him, and I gripped the sheets of his bed in my fists.
His open hand made contact with my bottom. Smack!
I flinched with the first one, but then grew accustomed to the stings he inflicted on my rear, first one cheek, then the other. The swats stung, and if one started to hurt too much I whimpered. Quentin liked that. First of all, he liked to hear the pain he inflicted upon me, but he also liked to know how much it hurt so that he could adjust his technique.
“There. Nice and rosy. Not quite red, but your ass is a pretty shade, one that makes me rock hard. That will do.”
I peeked back at him. Standing there like a god, he stroked his cock loosely. The majority of the work on it would be done by me, but I’d grown to love watching him touch himself. It made me feel more confident seeing the powerful effect I had on him. Though the very idea would probably set feminism back a hundred years, I had to admit that nothing fulfilled me so much as arousing the man I loved and then satisfying him.
He removed the plug and I reveled in the momentary relief.
“Such a wet little cunt.”
His rod slid easily inside me, and I took him all the way to the hilt. I loved the way he filled me so completely and a ping of happiness traveled through my body. Then I felt the intrusion of his finger in my ass. One, then two.
My reluctant groan filled the room as I squirmed underneath him.
“Be still!” he commanded, and I did my best to comply.
His fingers moved in and out of me at the same pace as his cock, and I started to get with the groove of what he was doing and enjoy myself. Mmm. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all.
I should have known better because a heartbeat later he withdrew his cock from my pussy and I heard the squirting noise of lube leaving the bottle. I told myself to relax. It would go easier if I didn’t clench those backdoor muscles, but my body wasn’t having it and I tensed up like I was bracing for an injection with a long, sharp needle.
As if reading my mind he said, “Relax, darling. It will only hurt for a minute. After that you won’t believe how good this will be.”
I made a whiny noise. Unattractive, I know, but at that moment I was only concerned with surviving the next half hour, not how sexy I would seem while doing it.
The head of his cock breached the ring of the excruciatingly sensitive muscles that rimmed my asshole, and it hurt so bad I couldn’t breathe. Holy fucking shit! Alarm bells rang in my head, and everything went black.
“The worst is done now. In a minute you’ll be thanking me for taking your ass.”
His words sounded like the rantings of a madman, and I whimpered a semiconscious response as he continued to push himself into me.
I was so caught up in the white wall of pain that I barely noticed when he reached around and started fiddling with my clit.
The dreaded interloping dick started to go in the opposite direction, and I foolishly hoped he would remove the fucking thing and give up this whole idea, but of course that wasn’t going to happen.
Then suddenly, just when a voice in the darker recesses of my mind began searching for my safe word, it started to feel a little better, his cock in my ass.
It thrust into me ever so slowly, then even more slowly he pulled it back out. That, coupled with the little flicks of his thumb over my clit turned the nausea into something dark and divine. The intertwining of ouch and ahhhh twirled together to create something I’d never experienced before.
“Who’s ass is this?” he growled, then smacked it.
“Yours,” I managed, sweating around my hairline.
“That’s right. You belong to me. You’re my whore to do with as I see fit. And right now I’m going to make you come from this ass fucking.”
What Are People Saying About Tested by Her Web Master?“Holy Hotness. If you thought the first book was hot…book two will blow you away.” ~Author Summer Graystone
“Dark and Edgy and Full On Amazing.” ~Paula L. Phillips
“The character development was phenomenal, and the plot enticed me from the very beginning. Another fantastic read.” ~Mad Book Reader
“As far as cliffhanger endings go, Normandie Alleman should teach a class…this novel has it all.” ~Alpha Book Club
“So many new discoveries, shocking truths, and deception come out in this book, and each page became even more thrilling than the last.” ~Amy Bowens
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