Cherished (Masters and Mercenaries #7.5)(30)

He reached up and touched her left breast. There was a small hematoma from where he’d sucked on her skin too hard. He needed to remember that she was very fair and would bruise easily.

She looked down. “Oh, I didn’t even notice that. It’s okay. I think I probably did a number on your back.”

He leaned over and kissed the spot. “I didn’t notice that either until I got to work and changed into scrubs and Jameson from Peds asked if I’d tangled with a wildcat. Don’t move.”

She was short, petite he should say. Standing in front of him, he could easily lean over and suck a pretty pink nipple into his mouth. He let his lips touch that velvety skin before very gently suckling on the bud. He could take his time. He wasn’t on call. He had all night and he intended to revel in her.

It had been a brilliant plan. Moving past the academic and into the real Dom sub relationship. It was only for a little while, but he could blow past all the bullshit and get to where he wanted to go which was straight to bed, though he intended to prove he was far more creative than a man who needed a bed to get it on.

She was his for the next few weeks. He was a man who didn’t like to dwell on the past, and the future was pretty much set. He worked. He studied so he could work more. But the now, oh, the now, included the complex and gorgeous woman who had just handed herself over to him.

She was his to f*ck and spank and please and yes, he even liked the idea of doing her laundry with his. He liked the idea that he would have someone to watch over and take care of for a while. Not someone. Her.

“All right. Let’s get the hard part over with. Over my lap.” He sat back, enjoying how flushed she’d gotten from him playing with her nipples. No woman had ever responded to him quite as fast or perfectly as Bridget did.

Maybe the hard part could be the fun part, too. He really didn’t want to wait and there was no reason to. He could smell her from where he was sitting. He could see her *. She was already ripe.

He stood up. Hell, he didn’t need clothes when they were alone either.

“I can’t get over your lap if you’re standing up. Your lap disappears.” Her logic was impeccable.

“Brat. You’ll get your spanking, but you’re going to ride my cock while you do it. It’s a game. We’ll see if I can get all thirty licks in before I explode.” There was another thing he wanted to talk to her about. He kicked his jeans off and pulled his shirt over his head. “Bridget, I’m clean. You know Sanctum requires medical tests and I use condoms for casual affairs.”

“I thought this was casual.”

How did he get her to understand? She seemed to want something from him and he wasn’t sure what that thing was. “I told you it’s not. I’m going to be monogamous during our contract. I can go across the hall and grab some condoms. Unless you have some here.”

She shook her head. “No. I don’t have any and it’s fine. I took all my tests and I’m on the pill. I know Big Tag is hard on the single guys.”

He made them test once a month during their probationary period. Will didn’t mind. Tag took his club seriously and Will admired that. He’d been to too many places where no one gave a shit. “He wants to make sure everyone’s safe.”

“So it’s okay. I’m protected. You’re clean. We’re both going to be faithful during our fling. Let’s play, Sir.” She was staring at his cock, looking like she could eat him up.

He kissed her. He hadn’t meant to. He meant for this to be hard and fast and satisfying. This encounter was supposed to prove to her that he was the Master and she was the sub. But he couldn’t resist worshipping that mouth of hers. He dove in, letting his tongue slide against hers because she immediately flowered open for him. His hands delved into the silk of her hair and he brought their bodies together. Yeah, he liked being naked with her. He liked how soft she was against him and he couldn’t feel her properly with a layer of clothing between them. He couldn’t feel the hard nubs of her nipples against his chest, couldn’t rub his cock against the soft curve of her belly.

He broke off the kiss and pulled her close, hugging her tight to him. “You won’t regret it.”

Her arms came around his waist. “I’m sure I will, but I don’t want to back out, Sir. I want to be your sub for a while.”

Then it was time to show her what that meant. He sank back down on her couch, spreading his legs. “Come here. Take me.”

His cock was about as hard as it could get. The damn thing pointed straight up, practically begging her for attention.

“I don’t know how this is punishment, Will. And I’m in control.” She started to straddle him.

Oh, she thought she knew how this would go, did she? It was going to be fun to prove her wrong. “You think because you’re on top that you’re in control?” He could feel the heat of her * hovering over his cock. “You think you can torture me with that sweet cunt of yours? Let me prove to you that I don’t need to be on top to top you.”

He wrapped his hands around her hips and pressed up, filling her in one hard thrust. She was tight, but she was also wet. She could take him, but he bet she’d planned on taking him slowly. That was not how this would go.

“Oh, my god,” Bridget breathed. Her body flushed with arousal as he held her hard against his cock. “You’re so damn big. I needed more time.”