Dominance Never Dies (Masters and Mercenaries #11)(49)

And she knew exactly when to stop the role-playing and get real with him. He reached for her hand, pulling it off so he could turn.

Mia was staring up at him, paler than she’d been before. She took a step back.

Shit. She thought he was rejecting her. It was so easy to forget that underneath all that gorgeous bluster and bravado she was just a woman who could get her feelings hurt. “I wanted to turn around so I could look you in the eyes when I tell you yes.”

Her lips curved in a gorgeous smile. “Yes?”

He hadn’t said that word to her nearly enough. He reached out and smoothed back her hair. “Yes, I’ll top you. Yes, I’ll be your Dom, and yes, we will absolutely play. Take off my shirt.”

He wanted her hands on him, wanted her to be the one who touched him first. He would still be in control, but he’d had his time to explore her on the plane.

She stepped up and her hands immediately went to the hem of his T-shirt and she dragged it up. Case raised his arms and let her pull it off his body. It was good to start with his chest. Only a couple of nasty scars there. He watched her carefully as she took him in, her eyes roaming across his exposed flesh.

“I want to touch you, Sir.”

He needed to make something very plain to her. He caught her hand in his and brought it right to his chest, forcing himself not to freaking purr at the feel of her small palm against his flesh. “Unless I’ve tied you up or given you explicit instructions, you are never to ask to touch me again. Know that I always want your hands on me. When we’re sitting together, I want you to touch me so I remember you want me. I’ll do the same. The discipline portion is for play only, princess. Any spanking I give you is to enhance your pleasure because you’re wired that way and I’m wired to dominate you, but never think for a single second I don’t want you because I withhold something during sex.”

“I’ll probably pout if you withhold orgasms.” She let her hands run over his pecs, brushing over the nipples.

Yeah that felt good. “I look forward to it, but don’t expect it tonight. I want to make you come all night long and by night I mean day because it’s flipping nine a.m. I’m going to f*ck you hard and then you’ll get some sleep and be ready for whatever comes our way this evening.”

She stopped at the nasty knife scar that ran over the left side of his chest.

Yes, she was staring at his scars and that didn’t feel good. He was covered in them. She’d seen a few briefly when she’d walked in on him getting dressed, but she might change her mind when she saw just how damaged he was. “You should know there’s a lot more where that came from. My back isn’t pretty.”

He didn’t like to think about how he’d come by those scars. His Humvee had hit an IED and flipped and Case had taken a shit ton of shrapnel in the initial wreck and two bullets in the fight that happened afterward, but he’d survived and none of his men had been taken in. He would take the scars.

Would she? Mia had likely been surrounded by college boys all her life. College boys and hyper-ambitious lawyer types who had never taken a knife to the gut.

“Can I do whatever I want to them?” Her voice was a hushed whisper. Her eyes were staring at the scar.

Was she going to gently kiss it? Try to make it better? She was a sweet girl. “Of course.”

Mia leaned over and dragged her tongue right over the place where an insurgent had tried to slice him open. Her small little butterfly tongue that would feel so f*cking good on his dick ran over him. He hissed and had to force himself to stand still. She licked him, making sure she didn’t miss a spot.

If he let her, she would end up controlling everything, and that wasn’t what either of them needed. He was sure she’d gone through a procession of men who took her crazy-hot sexuality for granted, letting her lead the way without ever giving her what she needed. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake.

He put a hand in her hair, tangling his fingers in the soft stuff and gently pulling her head back so she had to look at him. Apparently she was very enamored with his battle-scarred body and he would need to make sure she paid attention to his brain from time to time. “Do you know how much you please me?”

Her smile was brilliant. “I thought I just annoyed you.”

Oh, she annoyed him. Annoyed him. Unsettled him. Infuriated him. Made him so f*cking hot he couldn’t stand another minute. “I can be annoyed and still want you. Take off the gown. I want to see you.”

He wanted her naked. He’d briefly seen her breasts, but he’d only touched her * and he hadn’t smacked that ass yet. It was very much time for that. She would get the full gamut of D/s tonight. Punishment and pleasure. She would have both.

She stepped back, her hands going to the straps of her gown. “I don’t have scars, but I’m also not tiny, Case. I like my body. I think I’m pretty. I like my boobs and my hips. I know they’re not the ideal beauty standard, but they’re good enough for me. I hope they’re good enough for you.”

She pushed the straps off and the gown fell to the floor revealing her perfectly formed body. He had no idea what standard of beauty she was talking about because she was f*cking incredible. An hourglass figure. Curvy hips, luscious breasts with pink-tipped nipples. She was perfect.

“You are simply the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Turn around.” His voice was dark, deep.