A Dom is Forever (Masters and Mercenaries #3)(54)

Dark images whispered across her brain. He’d told her what he wanted to do, but it hadn’t been real until now. He wanted to tie her up. He wanted her bound and helpless to the whims of his cock. It was so much easier to think that word now. The monster rubbing against her * wasn’t a penis. It was a big hard cock. It had brought her so much pleasure the night before. She wanted him inside again.

“Fuck, love. I don’t want to wait. Tell me I can have you now.” He growled against her skin.

Her savage beast. He’d told her it was his way or the highway, and just a few minutes of petting and he was domesticated again. “Please, Lee. I need you, too.”

He reared up, his hands pushing her knees apart. He spread her wide and looked down at her *. A little of the savage was back in his face, but she could handle him now. “You’re going to let me tie you up, aren’t you? You’re going to let me spank you. You’re going to be my submissive.”

She was willing to try just about anything with him. “Yes.”

“But not now. I need you too much now.” His hand went to the end table, and he came back with a condom. He had it rolled over his dick in a heartbeat. “Take me.”

He didn’t play around as he had the night before. He shoved his cock in. He spread her wide and forced that big dick inside in one long, penetrating thrust. He was up on his knees, his hands on her legs, controlling the penetration. He went at her hard. This was what he’d meant. He was in control, and he would have what he wanted.

And what he wanted was her.

“Fuck, you feel good.” He thrust in long passes, his balls hitting the curve of her backside as he shoved his way in.

And he felt spectacular. Despite the soreness she felt, her body was responding, lighting up under him. She could feel the delicious wave of pressure ready to go off.

“No one made you feel this way before.” It wasn’t a question.

But she only had one answer. “No one but you.”

She moaned as he leaned over, and his pelvis started to grind down on her clitoris.

An arrogant smile lit his face, but she was happy. That dumb masculine smile was beautiful and it seemed to have pushed all the demons away. He was Lee again. He leaned down, pressing his body to hers, covering her as he continued to f*ck. “I’m glad, love. And I really will do all those nasty things to you. You’re mine. I’m yours. We’re together now. Do you understand?”

She didn’t exactly, but she knew he intended to keep her for a while, likely for his time in London, and that was really all she could ask for. She would explore with him and gather memories to keep her warm when he was gone. “Yes. We’re together.”

He kissed her again, his tongue surging in just as his cock hit that perfect spot deep inside and she went off. Her whole body tightened and released in a wave of surging pleasure.

Lee’s hands tightened on her as he thrust in one last time and gave himself over. His face was so open and honest as he came. He dove into her, giving up everything he had, and finally dropped on top of her, his head in the crook of her neck.

This was what she’d wanted. She wrapped herself around him. This closeness was what she’d longed for but now she knew it was so much sweeter because the sex itself had been deep and intimate.

He didn’t roll off her. He nuzzled down, his head in the crook of her neck, his big body pressing her into the mattress. “I didn’t sleep last night. I’m so tired now. I want to stay with you.”

She didn’t want him to go anywhere else. “You can stay as long as you like.”

His head came up, those emerald eyes searching hers. “You’re not lying to me, are you? You’re exactly what you seem to be.”

So he’d been hurt before, and that was what the whole possessive thing was about. She gave him a little smile. “I’m boring, Lee. I’m nearly thirty years old and I’m just starting to live. I don’t have anything to lie about.”

He kissed her, a little touch of his lips. “You’re far from boring.” He sighed and rolled off her. He walked off to her bathroom and when he came back he was yawning, his hair unkempt but that Greek god body still on full display. She couldn’t help but stare.

“Are you hungry?”

His lips kicked up. “Around you? Always. But I need to sleep, love. Is it going to bother you if I bed down for a couple of hours? You can wake me up at noon, and we’ll do whatever you want for the rest of the day. We can walk up the Thames and hit the Eye.”

She grinned. “I would love that. I’ve heard you can have champagne while you ride.”

He lay down, his face so much softer than before. He reached up and touched her cheek. “Champagne it is.” His gaze turned serious. “But while I’m sleeping, I have a job for you.”

“Okay.”

“I want you to get on the Internet and look up BDSM. I want you to read up on it because I want to take you to a club in a couple of days, and I need to know if you can handle it. I can keep this vanilla if you want, but I would love to show you my lifestyle.”

It was her turn to lean down and kiss him. He looked so perfect laying there, a big tiger among her fluffy feminine bedding. “I told you. I like strawberry.”

“Good. Because I intend to get your ass as pretty and pink as any strawberry.”