Adored (Masters and Mercenaries #8.5)(28)

She gasped and wiggled, but he had a good firm hold on her. She wasn’t trying to get away, but he would bet she also wasn’t completely comfortable with having a man spend this much time at her *.

“Relax, Laurel. There’s nothing for you to do except let me have my way.”

“Mitch, I want you.”

“And I want you.” He sucked one side of her labia as his thumb started circling her clitoris. Not enough to make her come. He didn’t want to do that yet.

“Mitch, I want to have sex.”

She was taking a deeply Clintonian definition of sex. “We are having sex.”

She’d shaved and her skin was baby smooth and god, she was so wet. He delved inside, f*cking her with his tongue, gathering all her cream for himself.

“Mitch, I want your cock. I think we should have intercourse. Penetrative intercourse.”

He pulled away. “Then you should have found a different lover, Laurel. I told you how this would go.” He hated leaving her. He hated the fact that he wasn’t going to get what he wanted, but he couldn’t let her move him on this. He’d already given in to her. He knew what he needed and if he allowed her to, she would walk all over him.

Again. God, he was a perverse son of a bitch to need control and always be attracted to women who wouldn’t give it to him.

“I think I’ll go take a shower. Lisa should be here soon. Do you mind waiting for her?”

Her eyes were wide. Her whole body flushed a nice pink and he wanted nothing more than to give her exactly what she wanted, but he’d played that way before and it didn’t work out. “You’re leaving?”

His dick was protesting, but he knew what he wanted and it wasn’t to be pushed around and told what to do. Definitely not during sex. “You should have read the contract more closely, Laurel. I’m in charge in the bedroom, and you obey me there or you use your safe word if you get frightened or find yourself in pain. You weren’t scared and what I was doing couldn’t have caused you pain, so you were trying to take control. I’m ending the session. I don’t play like that and I’ve explained that to you on numerous occasions. I’ve never lied to you about what I wanted.”

She shook her head. “No, you haven’t, and I want to understand what it means to be your submissive. Please, Mitchell. I’m sorry. You can spank me if you like, but I promise I won’t try to take control again. I was excited and I wanted you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Please forgive me.”

“The punishment was clearly laid out in our contract. When you infringe on my bedroom rights, I withdraw and you’re to be left to think about your actions.” He’d punished many subs this way. So why did it seem so foolish to punish Laurel? Why did something that once seemed like a game now feel so f*cking serious?

Things were changing and he didn’t like it. The best course of action would be to leave her for an hour or two and get his distance. Then he could return and they would discuss the infraction.

She hopped off the table and stepped up to him. “Mitch, I’m asking you to change that punishment. You’re right. I didn’t read it as thoroughly as I should have because I wasn’t going to let anything stop me from signing, but I can’t do this. I can handle a spanking. I can’t handle you withholding affection as punishment. You asked me to never ignore your calls because you wouldn’t ignore mine. Well, don’t play with my heart this way because I won’t ever do that to you. This makes me feel very small.”

His former subs would have pouted and sulked, and now he realized why he’d chosen the women he had. To those submissives, everything was a game. He’d been careful to pick women who enjoyed the manipulative aspects, who would give him reasons to punish them because they enjoyed the game.

This wasn’t a game for Laurel.

He nodded and forced some unnamed emotion down as he reached for her and drew her close. “I don’t want you to feel small, baby. You’re not small to me. Forgive me. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.”

“And I didn’t mean to make you feel out of control.” She kissed his jaw and then settled herself against him. She didn’t seem to be self-conscious in any way. She was like a happy kitten rubbing against him. “I can handle a lot of things, but I can’t handle you being cold to me.”

He’d been cold for so long. It was all he knew how to be, but he found himself holding her close and then his mouth found hers. How long had it been since he tossed out his rituals and routines and simply let the sex happen? Well, besides what had happened in his office a few weeks before. Tonight wasn’t going to end the same way. Tonight he would end up in bed with her, wrapped up with her.

He kissed her, his tongue finding hers and playing. His hands moved across her skin, exploring. She was his for the time being and she was different from the other subs he’d kept. She wasn’t after his money or his connections. She wasn’t looking for a free ride.

She was carrying his child.

He hated change, but it was here and he was trapped.

He was surprised to find that didn’t scare him the way it should have.

Before he really knew what he was doing, he was pressing her back, taking her down to the couch. He kissed her as his hands fumbled at his belt and then the fly of his slacks. His cock sprang free and he wasn’t thinking about anything but getting inside her. He shoved his slacks down and made a place for himself at her core.