Adored (Masters and Mercenaries #8.5)(37)

She understood why Big Tag had spent so much time and effort and money on this club. For him and his wife, Sanctum was a place where they could simply be a couple, where they could love each other the way they needed to.

“See, you took that beautifully and you’re not going to have any trouble taking me.” One big hand was on her back while the other caressed the bare flesh of her ass. “Please count for me.”

He didn’t give her time to brace herself. One second he was asking for a count and the next his hand came down on her. The sound cracked through the air and it took a moment for the pain to register. She gasped as it flared through her.

“I asked for a count, Laurel.”

“I hate you.”

The bastard chuckled. “That is not a count and give it a minute. I know what I’m doing. I need a count before I can continue.”

“Good.” He could shove his count up his ass.

“Laurel, if I don’t get a count, I’ll add another swat for every ten seconds it takes you to give me what I requested. Or you can use your safe word.”

After one smack? It had hurt, but now there was a pleasant heat in her backside. She could try a few more. “One.”

His hand came down again and she bit back a shout.

“Two.”

Again. Pain flashed and then heat. It seemed to sink into her skin. She gave him his count and he continued. She could feel the plug. Every time he slapped her ass, the plug sent a shiver up her spine, odd at first and then electric. Like lightning was flashing through her system. Her body was getting pleasantly warm and she could feel her * softening.

“I’m not hearing a safe word from you.” His voice was deep. It wasn’t his Master voice. Nope. That gravely, low sound was Mitch’s sex voice. He was hot and ready, and if that cock under her belly was any indication, more than a bit desperate.

“You won’t, Master. You’re right. I’m getting used to it. That was twelve. I believe you owe me another thirteen.”

“How do you do this to me?” He gave her a hard smack, though she knew he could hit her harder. He was measured and careful, giving her only what was required to heat her skin and give her a flare that turned to a sensual tingle. She counted and he smacked again, this one making the plug vibrate. “All I want to do is f*ck you, Laurel. I want to tie you up and f*ck your ass. I need it. I don’t need anything.”

Or anyone. She was sure his childhood and two failed marriages had taught him not to need anyone, but she was going to change that. “Please, Master. Please let me serve you.”

Fourteen through twenty-two came like a firestorm. As soon as the number slipped from her mouth, he spanked her again, never letting up. She gritted her teeth, giving him what he wanted because she trusted him. She counted it out.

“Twenty-three.” Smack. “Twenty-four.” Smack. “Twenty-five.”

His hand rested on her and she could hear him breathing. Shaky. He sounded a bit shaky, as though he was trying to get back into control.

Laurel breathed in, allowing the pain to shift deep inside. She could feel how wet she was, but she wanted more from him. If she pushed even a little, he would break and f*ck her hard and quick. She would love it and he would chastise himself for losing control.

“Master, please can you tie me? I want to feel your ropes around me.”

He helped her up and had the rope in his hands before she could say another thing. She could see the relief stamped on his face. He needed the control, needed it so badly.

Something about her made him lose it and that was great at times. She loved their passion, but this was part of the man, too. He needed to be patient and slow. He needed to rise above his instincts.

She could give him both.

The room was quiet as he worked, wrapping the rope and tying it off. It wasn’t super tight and she suspected that was for her comfort. She found an odd peace as she submitted to him. As he wound the rope around her, working it in diamond patterns, she relaxed. Her whole body was humming. Her blood thumped through her system and she was aroused by the feel of his hands on her skin, but there was no hurry.

She loved this quiet time when they didn’t have to talk, when they could simply be together. Peace and passion. They could have both if they tried.

“Did you hate the spanking? I haven’t had to discipline you before this evening.” They were the first words he’d spoken in fifteen minutes. His hands expertly tied two pieces of jute together before he began a row that would end at her hips.

She could feel where the knots were. The way he’d tied her, they rubbed against her skin, but not in an unpleasant way. It was like everywhere the knots sat was another place he touched her. “I didn’t dislike it and you know it. I suspect you can tell how aroused it got me.”

He breathed in. “I love the way you smell when you want me. And I love how your whole body blushes when I talk about how good you smell.”

It was something none of her previous lovers would have dared to mention, but then nothing was out of bounds sexually as far as Mitch was concerned. He might have a million hangups in real life, but once the clothes came off, he didn’t shy away from anything. “Like I said, I didn’t mind the spanking. And I like this. I like how the rope feels.”

He moved to her back, getting to one knee to finish off the pattern. “You look beautiful. I want you to come downstairs with me. Exactly like this. You can put your skirt on, but I want your breasts out. You look like every Dom’s wet dream. I want to walk around the party and know they’re all looking at my submissive. They’re all jealous because my sub is so f*cking gorgeous.”