Adored (Masters and Mercenaries #8.5)(36)

“Bridget was up there without Will.”

“That’s Will’s problem. Not mine. You’re my sub and we have our own rules. So let’s get the punishment over and I’ll make your top. I won’t do a complete dress because I want you to be able to move.” He would have to go easy. Though right now there was absolutely no sign that Laurel was carrying a child, he wouldn’t bind her tightly. He would form diamond patterns around her torso, force her breasts out, but he would bind her in deference to her comfort. And if she simply couldn’t stand it, he would run the ropes over her clothes.

She couldn’t know how much he was bending for her. She couldn’t imagine how rigid he’d been before. If she ever knew how much power she had, it would all be over. It was better to let her think this was the normal way his relationships went.

“You haven’t punished me before.”

“You haven’t misbehaved before.”

A sweet grin lit her face. “You have no idea how unlike me that is.” She took a deep breath. “Okay. I did the crime. I can do the time. It’s twenty-five, right?”

“Yes. Twenty-five. Take off your clothes. Punishment requires nudity. That’s a new rule, too.” He went to the closet. The room had been prepped for him and had everything he’d requested, including the item he found waiting with a nice bottle of lubricant. “And you’ll take a plug in addition to your dress. That’s not punishment though. That’s preparation.”

“I can handle a plug, Master. You’ve been making me wear one every night.”

“You haven’t been spanked while wearing a plug. I believe you’ll find the experience stimulating.”

When he turned, her eyes had gone wide. “That’s a much bigger plug than normal, Mitch.”

“Master here, Laurel. I don’t require formality anywhere but the club. And yes, it’s large, but I fully intend to take your lovely ass very soon, and this will make things so much easier.” He brought the prepped plug and lubricant back to the bed and sat down, his cock already straining.

This was what he needed to banish the unsettling feelings he had about the future. He needed to play with her, to reassure himself that at least for now she belonged to him.

It was all he could really ask for. She belonged to him now.

“Yes, Master.” She drew the shirt over her head and he let go of his cares.

She was all that mattered now.





Chapter Seven



Laurel pushed the skirt off her hips and let Mitch help her lie over his lap. Vulnerable. She was so vulnerable in this position. The room had gone quiet, the music ending. She heard a low chuckle and then a door opening and closing. The Taggarts, it seemed, were satisfied. They would be going downstairs to host the party that was soon to come.

The party she would be attending wearing nothing but Mitch’s rope over her chest and likely the skirt.

Unless he chose otherwise. She’d promised herself she would give Mitch the rest of the night. He’d already given her so much. She wasn’t foolish. She knew his reputation. All of his D/s relationships had been in California, but he’d played with many subs here and they’d all said the same thing. Mitchell Bradford didn’t bend. He was uncompromising as a Dom. If she’d been asked what Master Mitch would do if his submissive threatened to ruin a scene he’d prepared for, she would have told anyone that he would simply find another sub for the scene and then punish his own sub.

But he hadn’t even hesitated. He’d been tender and kind and so sweet she’d forgiven him for not being able to say he wanted to marry her.

The man had been screwed over so many times before, he wasn’t sure what he wanted. He needed time and she intended to give it to him. She also intended to give him her submission for the rest of the evening, even if it meant taking that damn hung-like-a-horse plug.

After all, Mitchell was that.

The leather of his pants was smooth against her belly. His cock was not. It was a hard ridge that proved the man wanted her despite her crazy emotional swings. She relaxed as he smoothed a hand over her back and down to the cheeks of her ass. He’d certainly touched her there before, but she always loved how he paused as though he was taking in the sight. He cupped her, his fingers tracing the seam before he parted her.

She forced herself to relax. He’d been plugging her for days and she’d learned there was nothing truly painful about the experience. Just some pressure and a feeling of being full. She shivered as he placed the lubed tip to her *.

“You are so beautiful.”

She held on to his ankle as he pressed the plug in. All that training was paying off because the tip eased in with very little prompting. She didn’t clench, merely gave over because in this her Master would have his way. Somehow it was easier when she could see how he gave in to her. It was inconsequential things like where to eat. He didn’t love Mediterranean food, but he took her to her favorite place and didn’t complain. He preferred rock, but turned the station to country when he drove her someplace.

Tonight had given her great hope despite his refusal to speak long-term future with her. Mitch had held her and rocked her and been kind even though he didn’t understand. He was educable. That was all she could ask for.

She breathed out as he slid the plug in, forcing her to open. A low groan came from the back of her throat as he stretched her wider than he ever had before. So much pressure, but she’d come to think of it as erotic now. Her big strong Master was playing with her. Her body was his toy in these moments and he was right. She didn’t want to give this up. She shouldn’t have to simply because she gave birth. She would still be a woman. She would still need to play with him.