A Dom is Forever (Masters and Mercenaries #3)(81)

He laid the plug on the small of her back. “Don’t move, baby. This is going to be a little cool on your skin, but I promise it will warm up fast.” He spread her cheeks and dribbled lube right on her *.

She shivered but didn’t move. “Are you doing what I think you’re doing? Because I’m pretty sure you told me that was punishment, and I already took my punishment.”

“This isn’t punishment, baby. This is prep work.”

“You say potato,” she began.

He bit back a laugh. “I told you I would take your ass, but not until I’ve prepared it. I’m going to take care of you.” He lubed up the plug and placed it right at the rosette of her ass. His cock jumped just thinking about taking her there. She would be so tight. She would squeeze him. She would try to keep him out, but he would take her and make her love it.

Avery whimpered a little. “It feels weird.”

“But it doesn’t hurt?”

“No. It doesn’t hurt. It just feels weird.”

Her * clenched, but he played around the rim, teasing her open. He f*cked the plug against her ass, gaining an inch and retreating, forcing her to relax and open up to him. Over and over he pressed in and pulled out gently, watching as she settled down and stopped fighting. Her cheeks were already almost back to her normal color. Just a hint of pink. He’d been gentle enough for her first time. Later he could get rougher as they found the boundaries of what worked to send her into subspace or pleasure the fastest.

What was he doing? He was still thinking in terms of the future, and it might all be over tomorrow or next week. He couldn’t stand the thought of not being the one to hold her hand as she explored this lifestyle. She needed it. She was naturally submissive and without a strong Dom, men would take advantage of her. She had to be trained to value herself, to stand up for herself even against him. He’d never really thought about it before, but he wanted a partner, someone he could lean on, too. Avery was that woman. He wouldn’t find another woman who moved him this way.

The plug slid in, burying itself between her cheeks the way his cock would find its way home one day.

Avery sighed as he let her cheeks go. “That’s not bad at all.”

“Well, it’s a small plug. I’m a little bigger,” he admitted. “But we’ll work our way up.” If he was still here. He leaned over and kissed her cheeks. Her skin was so silky and smooth. “How do you feel?”

Now that he had her alone, he could take his time, reveling in the joy of being with her. The minute he’d closed the door he felt like he’d shed some of his mask, the one he wore every day, even around his friends. Alex had been right. He kind of liked the person he was when he was with her, even if it was temporary and false.

“I feel deeply unsatisfied.” Her ass wiggled just a little. She could be such an adorable brat if he let her.

He smacked her ass lightly. “I was talking about your backside.”

“My backside is fine, and now it’s a little full. I was hoping my * would get a similar treatment.”

Not just yet. He got to his feet and untied his leathers, setting his cock free. “You’re going to earn that, baby. Get on your knees and be very careful. Don’t lose that plug. Hold those cheeks together and keep it in while you take care of me.”

He helped her up, a little grin crossing his face as she winced, obviously trying to keep the plug in. His cock jumped at the sight of her. She looked primitive and tempting on her knees, waiting for his command. His cock pointed toward her as though the bloody thing knew exactly where it wanted to be.

“Have you sucked a cock before?” He stroked his shaft, forcing himself to go slow when all he wanted to do was shove his cock deep. He could fist his hand in her hair and not stop until he felt the back of her throat, but he waited.

“Not for a very long time, and even then I don’t know that I was very good at it,” she replied.

“I’ll teach you what I like. Start with the head. Don’t use your hands yet. Just lick me.” He felt a pulse of pre-come coat the slit of his dick. He was like a bloody teenager, not a thirty-something who’d done it just about every way a man could. He moved toward her, holding his cock out for her tongue.

Her lips opened and the tip of her tongue came out, and Liam shuddered at the feel of that little butterfly on his skin. His whole body clenched.

“You like that?” Avery asked, her voice a little uncertain.

“I love it.” He put a hand on her head. She needed the connection. He stroked her, feeling her getting more and more secure.

She licked the head, rolling her tongue around and playing with the ridges of his cock. She settled in, exploring without reservation now.

“Suck the head into your mouth,” Liam ordered.

She licked her lips before sucking his cock head in. He shivered at the feel of her teeth just lightly grazing him. Torture. This was the finest torture ever.

“Don’t be afraid. I won’t break. You can be a little rough. Play with it.” He let his hand tighten in her hair, tugging it lightly. The little pull wasn’t meant to hurt, but to be a nice little sensation on her scalp, a way to bring her body into the moment past her mouth. She would be able to feel his hand in her hair, his plug in her ass, his dick in her mouth. He wanted her to feel him everywhere, to surround her with himself.