A Dom is Forever (Masters and Mercenaries #3)(80)

But he was a greedy bastard, and he wanted her all to himself. It had been a little fun to show her off, but he wanted her alone so those little sounds she made would be all his.

The room contained a king-sized bed, a dresser, and a nightstand. He’d stocked the room himself, making sure he had everything they would need. The bed had a nice firm mattress and several hooks to tie a sub to. The whole room was built for bondage play. Under the bed was stashed a spreader bar that would go between her ankles and keep her exposed for his pleasure. He could keep her here all night and then maybe he wouldn’t have to worry about her walking back into the lion’s den tomorrow.

“Get on your knees, baby.” He had plans for her mouth. He slammed the door shut behind him. His cock pulsed in his leathers. She’d been so perfect once she’d made the decision to submit. He’d watched her go from timid to a woman who practically demanded her satisfaction and who didn’t care who watched or what they thought.

He’d never felt as aware of a woman as he did this one. And he was done lying to himself. He’d never wanted one the way he wanted Avery.

The room was lit with only soft candle-like light. Like everything in The Garden, it seemed to be organic as though it flowed from the walls itself. That soft amber light made Avery’s skin look so warm and soft that he was almost sure he could sink into her and never have to come back to the real world. Her dark hair tumbled around her shoulders, curling gently. He stopped and stared for a moment. He’d never imagined he would actually get her naked in front of a crowd. He’d expected her to take her spanking with that corset on. He’d meant to teach her a lesson and had prepared himself to spank her lightly. She would have felt it, but there was no way he would have spanked her hard when he knew bloody well she couldn’t find her subspace while she was trying to keep herself balanced. But she hadn’t taken his bait. She’d taught him the lesson that she was stronger than he’d imagined. Now he took in the sight of her breasts. So full and round. He’d adored the way her tits had bounced with every slap to her ass.

She was even hotter with a sexy smile on her face as she held out a hand so she could get to the ground.

He was a bastard. She still struggled with balance and here he was practically shoving her to the floor and forcing her to take his cock.

“Are you going to help me, Sir?” She stood there waiting. He’d been trying to train her to wait for his help. She was reaching for him in a way she hadn’t before.

Guilt hit his gut. He was training her for a life he couldn’t live with her. What was she doing? Did she really only want him for sex or did she need more? Could he give her more? “Are you really all right? I was rough on you out there. Maybe you should rest.”

Even in the dim light he could see her flush, but she stood her ground. “Don’t you dare act like that. I’m not an invalid. Don’t treat me like I am. I can’t deal with you thinking about me that way, Lee.”

She wouldn’t have found her sexuality without him. He wasn’t doing anything to hurt her, and she wasn’t weak. She was strong as hell. He took her hand. “You’re not an invalid, Avery. Now get on your knees or you’ll get another spanking.”

She took his hand, seemingly happy with his reaction. “I don’t think that’s much of a punishment, Sir. I rather liked the spanking part, though I think I’ll be sore tomorrow.”

And every time she felt that soreness, she would remember how he’d placed the flat of his hand on her ass, how he’d tortured her, worshipped her. “It will be punishment when I withhold your orgasm a couple of dozen times. Think about that when you turn your smart mouth on me. I’ll tie you down and get you so hot you can’t stand it, and then I’ll stop and wait until you calm down and start all over again. I’ll have you begging for it.”

“That is much worse than the spanking,” she admitted, though she smiled as he helped her to her knees. Her eyes lit up as she settled in. “What is it you want me to do, Sir?”

She was staring right at his erection, the little vixen. She knew what he wanted. She knew how much he wanted it. And he was in a mood to shake things up a little. He could deny himself for a few minutes in order to teach her who was in charge.

Because he so wasn’t the boss anywhere else. He was rapidly becoming her lapdog, following after her and making sure she was safe. So this was the only real place he had control. He wasn’t about to give it up.

He took a step back. “Lean forward. Get on all fours and spread your legs wide.”

He loved the way her eyes flared and her mouth became a sweet little O before she did as he commanded and got to her hands and knees.

“Stay that way.” He walked to the dresser. He’d always known he was going to start training her ass tonight. It wasn’t punishment. It was necessary. He pulled out the small plug he’d sterilized and the lube he bought for her.

He turned and was fascinated by the way she waited for him. Even without seeing her face, he would guess that there was a look of anticipation there. It was in how she held her spine and the way her shoulders squared. He got to his knees behind her. He couldn’t help himself. He ran a hand down her spine, feeling the scars there. That spine had been broken and splintered and put back together, weaker than before, but the woman who it held up had been made so strong from the incident. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to the base of her spine, silently thanking the universe for whatever had saved her.