Cherished (Masters and Mercenaries #7.5)(31)

“You get what I give you tonight, sweetheart.” He had to work to keep his tone even because she was squeezing him, making him want to forget about everything except f*cking her hard. She felt so good. What he hadn’t told her was that he’d never not used a condom. Not once in his f*cking life. Never. And yet he’d wanted to know what it felt like with her. He’d wanted to know there wasn’t anything in between them. Good. It felt so damn good. Warm and wet and safe. It was stupid but that word ran through his brain. She felt right.

But he had a job to do and he intended to get it done properly. He smacked her ass and she wiggled. It was going to be a test of his will not to come inside her before he finished. “Do you leave our damn bed without saying good-bye?”

He smacked her again, right on the gorgeous, fleshiest part of her ass.

She gasped and he could feel it on his freaking dick. “Nope. Although, again, I’m not sure how this is punishment. It feels so good. I don’t think a spanking is supposed to feel this good.”

He slapped her other cheek, three times in rapid succession. “Tell me how it feels.”

He wanted to hear it from her. He started a rhythmic succession of spanks. One after another, each one causing her to wriggle and writhe on his dick, bringing them both pleasure.

“It hurts at first, but I even like that part. I like the fire on my skin. It wakes me up and makes me feel alive. Oh, I’m going to come,” she breathed the words out.

He couldn’t let that happen. He reached up and twisted a nipple, a tiny wrench to bring her back. “No, you’re not. You will not like what happens if you come, Bridget. And don’t think I can’t tell. You are one of those blessed females who can’t hide it or pretend because when you really come it gets messy.”

She’d left a gorgeous wet spot where she’d come that first time. He loved the fact that she didn’t hold back, couldn’t fool him. When Bridget Slaten came, she screamed and dug her nails in and left evidence of her pleasure.

“That is the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever heard.” She’d gone from a nice pink to a deep scarlet.

He got back to spanking her. He slapped at her skin and then held the heat there. “It’s not embarrassing. Good sex is dirty and messy, and the night we spent together was the best f*cking sex of my life.”

“Seriously?” Her eyes found his as though looking for the truth.

He could show her the truth. He lifted her off his cock, almost all the way before slamming her back down. “You f*ck me, Bridget. Ride my cock hard and make me forget what it felt like to wake up without you.”

He wanted to forget everything but the way she felt when she clamped her * around him.

Bridget seemed to come alive. She’d held on to him before, but her eyes found his and her hands balanced on his shoulders as she started to ride him. Her hips found a rhythm that got those gorgeous tits bouncing. “That was only fifteen. You promised me thirty. You promised.”

“You f*cking gorgeous brat.” If she wanted everything he had, he would give it to her.

It was a race. Will smacked her ass as she rode his dick like a jockey on a racehorse. She groaned and slid up and down, her body moving in a sensual rhythm.

He didn’t get this from one-night hookups with club subs. They’d all done what he asked, allowing him to bring them to pleasure and find his own, but Bridget challenged him. Bridget was going to make him earn her submission, and he wasn’t sure he ever wanted her to simply lie back in bed. He loved the fight of sex with her, loved the f*cking heat, loved the fact that he wasn’t sure he was going to win.

Five more. Only five more.

She rotated her hips and he nearly went over the edge.

Three more.

She leaned back and he realized she was watching his cock slide in and out.

Fuck, he was going to die. As fast as he could, he laid the last three and then took control. “There. You got your thirty. Now I want mine. You come for me. You come all over my cock. You don’t hold back a f*cking thing.”

He lifted her up and slammed her back down, and that was all it took. Her head fell back and she moaned as he felt her * clamp down around him.

The hot clasp of her cunt was enough to send him into overdrive. His whole body tightened as he came, pouring himself inside her. He f*cked into her over and over until he was spent, having given her every ounce of come he had.

She fell on top of him, her head finding his neck. She was a limp doll draped around his body. “If that was punishment, Sir, I think I might be a bad girl.”

He wrapped his arms around her. He suddenly had a thing for bad girls.





Chapter Seven





Bridget looked up as the door opened. It was weird. She hadn’t quite gotten used to Will walking in on his own, but it seemed silly to not give the man a key when he showed up all hours of the day or night. His schedule sucked. During the time they’d been together, he’d gotten called into work twice in the middle of the night. Every other night, he’d spent in her bed or he’d taken her to his. If he wasn’t working, he was with her and she’d found a comfort in it. They talked, really talked, and she found herself opening up to him. He’d finally asked her about the scar on her belly and she’d told him the story. He’d kissed it and then promptly gotten on the phone trying to track down her surgical records to make sure the doctor hadn’t screwed up. Everything was perfect—except she was waiting for it to fall apart.