Adored (Masters and Mercenaries #8.5)(39)

“I want you to flatten out your back.” The words came out of his mouth in a low growl, his hands tightening on her hips. “Take a deep breath and then move against me.”

He was right there. He was stretching her and she wasn’t sure how much of him she could take. The pressure was crazy but not painful. It was an odd feeling, almost an anticipation of pain that never quite showed its face. She could handle this, she decided. She could handle him.

Deep breath in. She moved like a cat stretching, lengthening her spine, lifting her backside. And he slid inside, filling her to the point that she was gasping for air, the sensation so foreign and complex. One of Mitch’s hands slid around and found her clitoris.

Everywhere. He was everywhere. Despite the fact that he was behind her, she felt surrounded by him. All those knots he’d tied were like a hundred hands caressing her. She wanted more, wanted him to tie her up from head to toe and then make love to her. She could be completely under his control and safe. He would worship her with his ropes and then with his cock, and she wouldn’t have to do a thing except feel utterly adored by the man of her dreams.

“God, you feel so good. You can’t know how good it feels to f*ck you. I want you to come back to work for me, baby. I’ll call you in when I want you. I’ll f*ck you on my desk, on your desk, in the break room, in the f*cking lobby. There won’t be a single inch of that office I don’t f*ck you in.”

She couldn’t breathe. He was holding himself still and she was trying to adjust. No amount of taking the plug could prepare her for the feel of hot flesh inside her, burning inside and making her want to move, to see what else he could give her. “I don’t think that would be conducive to performance.”

He rubbed her clit in rhythmic circles. “It would for me. I’d have you sit at my feet and when I finish what I need to, I’d have you suck my dick long and hard. A treat for staying on task because I never stay on task any more. I’m always thinking about you, always wondering what you’re doing and where you are and if you’re safe and happy.”

That finger circling her made her forget all about the fact that she was stretched to overflowing. Her * was humming with his rhythm. “I’m safe, Master. I’m careful.”

He started to move, tiny thrusts and retreats, as though his hips couldn’t stay still. “I know you are, baby. When I’m not thinking about your safety, I’m daydreaming about f*cking you. You’re always there. Always in my head.”

He dragged back, a long stroke from inside, and her body lit with sensation. She couldn’t help it. She tried to stop the moan that came from her throat but it filled the room.

“Yes,” he said as he filled her again. “Yes, that’s what I want. I want you to crave my cock. I want you to take me anytime, anywhere. I want you addicted to this because I sure as hell am.”

He f*cked into her again, but this time was easier and she breathed into the sensation. His finger moved on her clit and she felt lit up from within. He pressed down hard and she went over the edge.

It seemed to let him off the leash. He stroked in and out, faster and faster. The heat, the pressure, the pleasure, all swamped her senses as she came again, this time harder than the last. It seemed to never end and then she felt him come. His movements lost their rhythm as he f*cked her hard and then held himself against her, giving her everything he had.

He fell on her, cradling her and pulling her into the side of his body as he shifted on the bed. “Never think you aren’t the most beautiful creature in the world.”

In that moment, she could almost believe him.





Chapter Eight



“It’s a dog and an orangutan. I don’t see why that makes her cry. Really cry. She was sobbing over a commercial about animals that would eat each other in the wild. I make one comment about the fact that the tiger and the bear would totally go at it for dominance and she tells me I’m the world’s worst human being and won’t talk to me for thirty minutes. How am I supposed to respond to that? I can’t punish her. She’s already crying.” Mitch sat back in his office and looked at Liam O’Donnell, Kai Ferguson, and Ian Taggart. Though to be honest, he was pretty sure Big Tag was asleep. Oh, he was sitting upright, but his eyes were behind mirrored aviators and his breathing was perfectly even. It had been six weeks since Laurel had moved in with him, since she’d become his submissive, and every night seemed like a new whirl on the roller coaster.

Since the night in the club, they’d found a happy rhythm to their lives, but every now and then he felt like he was stepping into a minefield.

Kai shook his head. “This is why signing a contract with her at this stage is a horrible idea. It’s too much change for you and for her as well. This is a good time to take a step back and reassess both of your needs.”

Li groaned. “There’s no stepping back now, Kai. You want to make this some sort of an intellectual thing, but you can’t. Laurel’s pregnant. There’s no way she’s going to be logical, not with all those hormones running through her system. Do you want to know how to handle her, Bradford?”

Kai leaned forward. “The way to handle her is to treat her like a partner. You two got into this because you weren’t thinking. You didn’t have a solid contract in place when you started your sexual relationship and it looks like you’re treating the one you have now with indifference. This isn’t the way to start a relationship, much less one that I know she hopes is going to end in marriage.”