Adored (Masters and Mercenaries #8.5)(27)

“You were passionate.”

“Passion tends to get us into trouble. I’m going to be thoughtful this time. I’m going to make you scream for me. I’m going to teach you what it means to be my sub. Tell me something and be honest with me. I’ll know if you’re not honest. I might not be in the courtroom a lot, but I can tell when a witness is lying.”

“You’re quite good at it,” she agreed in a breathless voice.

“Why did you join Sanctum?”

She hesitated and he worried that she wouldn’t answer. He filled in the time by moving his hands down to her hips and kissing his way to her belly. He breathed in the sweet scent of her arousal.

Finally, she replied. “To try to get close to you.”

“So you were hoping to make me jealous.” Her * was perfect, but he couldn’t truly see it. “Sit down on the coffee table and spread your legs for me.”

“Mitch, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I’m going to be patient with you because you’re new and we’re learning together, so let me make this plain. You have ten seconds to sit on the coffee table, spread your legs, and show me your *, or I’ll put you over my lap and we’ll start with a count of fifteen.” He reached around her and grabbed her mug and the contract. Now the coffee table was perfectly clutter free and ready for her. He held a hand out to help her sit down.

Her lips had firmed, her jawline becoming harder than normal. Ah, she was chafing at the confines. He intended to push her a bit harder.

“I wasn’t trying to make you jealous.” Even as she was arguing, she let him help her down. She placed herself on the coffee table he’d bought because it had a sturdy feel to it. He’d bought nothing for simple beauty, preferring function over form.

Now he had to think that having a naked Laurel totally brought the décor up. He sat back down and couldn’t help the smile that threatened. “I was jealous, Laurel. I was blindingly jealous. God, you’re lovely. Lean back a little. I want to look at your *.”

“Mitch, this is bordering on the weird,” she began, but did as he asked. “I’m sorry I made you jealous. I won’t do it again. I suppose if I’m honest, I was willing to do just about anything to have you see me. Though I wasn’t thinking of a gynecological exam at the time.”

He waved her off and got down on his knees. He let his hands find the skin at her ankles and started to work his way up those sweet legs that would eventually get propped on his shoulders while he f*cked her hard and long. “If your gynecologist does what I’m about to do, let me know because we’re going to sue the motherf*cker for all he’s worth. So tell me what you had hoped would happen when I found you playing with Master T? I suspect I was being set up to find you playing with him. Was I supposed to start a fight?”

“Absolutely not,” she began and likely would have continued had he not leaned over and put his nose right up against her *. “Oh my god.”

It was good to know he could put her off balance. Laurel almost seemed too competent half the time. She would stand there in her prim little outfits and tell him what she thought he should do. It was usually the exact opposite of what he wanted to do. She liked to change things. He liked things to stay the same. It wasn’t that he couldn’t accept something new. He was definitely liking his new decoration. And he knew damn straight he wouldn’t want to let her go. Ever.

He breathed her in, memorizing the spicy, deeply feminine scent of her arousal. And there was no doubt she was aroused. He could see her gorgeous labia. Her * was perfectly shaved and a lovely cream coated her pink flesh. He could see the pearl of her clit. It was poking out of its hood, begging for a lick, a suck, some sweet attention. But he had a couple of questions first. “Would you have let him f*ck you?”

Her whole body tensed. “My contract didn’t even allow nudity until three weeks in. I was kind of hoping you would wake up in three weeks. And no. I wouldn’t have slept with him. I was desperate. I only wanted you. I would never have accepted another Master but you, you jerk.”

He had been a jerk. He’d overreacted and taken something from her. Yes, she’d put him in a corner, but he wasn’t a child. He hadn’t had to fight his way out. He should have made the choice. He should have decided to be her Master or to let her go. Now he had no choice. He would be her Master. “I like to think I would have made a proper decision and that would be to take over and make you realize that you need me. I think I can still do that. But if you even look that cowboy’s way, we’ll have problems, you and I.”

He was sure she would have argued on her own behalf. She would have told him that she wouldn’t ever play with Master T, but he didn’t give her a chance. He would rather let her know what she would be missing if she did.

He licked her, a long, slow drag of his tongue over her *. This was what he’d missed. He’d missed her taste and smell. God, he loved her smell and he f*cking needed to know how she tasted when he could really take his time to enjoy her. He wasn’t sure how he’d lived without that taste on his tongue. He put his hands on her knees, gently pressing out as he very tenderly ate that sweet *. He was careful. Despite what Will had said, he was still nervous about hurting her or the baby. He needed to read up. Research was something he was good at. He would read all he could about pregnancy and sex, but for now he simply licked and sucked at her.