Adored (Masters and Mercenaries #8.5)(38)

And just like that all her inhibitions melted away. The giving was a two-way street. While she truly believed she had something to give to her Dom, he definitely gave back. He gave her the confidence that came from knowing she was the center of his world. “Yes, Master.”

She felt him lean over, his lips touching the small of her back and sending shivers up her spine.

“That’s what I like to hear. Yes, Master. Do you know how long I dreamed about hearing those words from your lips, Laurel?”

“No. I thought I was more of a nightmare for you.”

“Never. I dreamed about you the first day we met.” He moved to her front and finished his pattern. “There. You look perfect. Are your breasts all right? Do they hurt at all?”

They ached, but not from the pregnancy. If she gave him any hint she was uncomfortable, he would cut her out in a heartbeat and ruin all his pretty work. He’d wrapped the pattern around her breasts in a way that thrust them up, making them the centerpiece of his artwork. “They’re fine. I feel good though I do have a place where I ache.”

Her * ached. She needed to be filled.

“Is that right?” Mitch asked. He stood up and his hands went to the waist of his leathers. He worked the ties quickly and his cock sprung free.

She nodded. It was completely right. She needed him.

He shoved out of his leathers and she couldn’t help but stare, but she was well aware they were in a club, and Mitch could be very formal in a club. “Master, may I touch you?”

He towered over her and took her hand. “Never ask me that again. You can always touch me, always speak to me. It doesn’t matter where we are. You’re mine and that means I’m yours. I will always want you to touch me, Laurel.”

She had to frown because that wasn’t the truth as she’d been told. She placed her hands on his chest, loving how warm and smooth the skin was, how the muscles were hard while his skin was soft. “I heard you believed in high protocol. When I asked around, trying to find out what it would mean to be your submissive, I was told you didn’t allow subs to touch you without permission. I was told your subs had to ask for permission to speak in a club.”

He was still under her touch, allowing her to explore for a moment. “My other relationships have been more hardcore. I wanted my version of a pure D/s relationship with them, and for me that included certain protocols.” When she touched his cock, he winced. “None of that, baby. I’ll come in your hand and I don’t want to do that. Get on the bed. On your knees.”

She had to clench around the plug to move on the bed. It dipped behind her as he joined her. “So I don’t know what it’s really like to be your submissive?”

His hands caressed her hips and she felt his cock lined up at her *. “No. This isn’t what it’s like to be my sub. This is what it’s like to be my Laurel.”

He pushed his way in.

Full. She was so full. She could feel him everywhere. The ropes hugged her, the texture caressing her skin. The plug was so big. Mitch had to force his cock inside. Every inch was a delicious fight.

Mitch gripped her hips, thrusting inside. “Do you have any idea how perfect you are for me?”

She’d kind of thought he hadn’t figured that out yet, but she would take it. She tilted her hips up, willing him to give her more. “I know you’re perfect for me. Master, you feel so good.”

He thrust in and pulled back out, taking his time and making her absolutely insane. “You like getting what you want, don’t you, brat?”

He said the word with such affection she couldn’t argue with him. She was being the tiniest bit bratty. She was moving against him, trying to find the perfect angle that would send her flying. “You know I do.”

He pulled out, leaving her empty. “Unfortunately, tonight’s not only about you, baby. I’m going to need you to hold on.”

“Damn it.”

A hard smack hit her ass, sending electric sparks through her. “That’s one protocol I’m not giving up. No cursing in the club. I don’t curse at you. I treat you with respect.”

“I wasn’t disrespecting you. I was merely expressing my deepest regret at your choices.”

He chuckled. “Oh, I bet you are, baby. I bet you regret what I’m about to do, too. But you won’t for long.”

She gasped as he pulled the plug out. Empty. She’d been full and now she was so empty. He moved behind her and she heard the sounds of him opening the lubricant and pouring it on. She didn’t feel it, so she guessed he was preparing his cock. In her mind, she could see her beautiful Master stroking that thick erection of his. His hand would move from the plum-shaped head to the thick stalk, all the way down almost to his balls. He would already be slick with her arousal, but he would need more for what he was about to do.

She braced as she felt the head of his cock at her *.

“Relax, baby. You can take me. We’ve been prepping for this. You can handle me.” He pressed inside, using little strokes to open her up.

So much pressure. He was bigger than the plug, but there was something so intimate about it. This was something she’d never shared with anyone, but then even the acts she’d performed before seemed new with Mitchell.

She wanted him to be her last lover, her only Master, her only husband. When they were together like this, it felt so close to being true.