Dominance Never Dies (Masters and Mercenaries #11)(50)

“Yes, Sir.”

She turned, showing him her back. Blonde hair brushed halfway down her spine. It led his eyes to her waist and the curve of her hips. And her ass. So round and lush. He stepped in, unwilling to be a mere observer a second longer.

It was time to truly take over.

He stepped around so he could see her face. “Mia, do you understand that you were under our verbal contract for the entire flight today?”

She frowned and took her time in replying. “Yes, but this seems like a trap.”

It was. “I believe we agreed that you would obey me in the field. That plane was the field. I put you in a safe place, a place I was very certain I would find you in after I’d dealt with the problem. You did not stay where I put you.”

“I couldn’t, Sir. They were going to kill the rest of the team.”

“No. They threatened to kill the rest of the team. They wouldn’t have done a damn thing until they’d figured out what happened to their man. They only had two hostages. They needed them both. There was no way they would have actually killed one of them. I was getting in position to handle the situation.”

“I didn’t know that. All I knew was they were in danger.”

“You knew what I wanted you to do.” He wasn’t letting her off so easily. “You knew what you promised me you would do. I’m not saying that you weren’t brave, princess. Not at all. There’s zero question that you’ll play the sacrificial lamb. I told you not to because I can’t properly do my job if I know you’re in danger.”

Her cheeks went pink and her eyes widened as she looked up at him. “You can’t expect me to hide when people I care about are in danger.”

“You barely know Hutch and Michael. You met Fain about ten hours ago.”

She sniffled a little, obviously emotional. “All right. You can’t expect me to hide when people you care about are in danger.”

There was the sweet girl that mixed with crazy bitch in a way guaranteed to make him insane. He couldn’t help it. He leaned over and brushed his lips against hers, the moment far more sweet than he would have expected. He’d thought when he’d gotten on the plane that he could f*ck her and get her out of his system, but it turned out there was no way out of this woman’s trap. It had been custom made to catch him and keep him…maybe for life. “I respect that. You can’t know how much, but I have to get you to understand that nothing is more important than your life. Walk to the bed and place your palms flat on it. Legs spread wide.”

Her hands had found his waist, her lips turned up to tempt him. “I get spanked for being brave?”

Such a brat. He kissed her again, briefly, before moving up and kissing her nose and that place between her brows and her forehead. “Yes. You get spanked by your Dom for putting something very precious to him in danger. You’ll always get spanked for it. Every single time. Go and do what I asked. And Mia, pick a safe word.”

A shiver went through her body, but he rather thought that was all about arousal and not fear. Her pupils had gone big, her shoulders relaxing. Not the signs of a woman who was afraid.

She wanted it, wanted the discipline, the stimulation.

His dominance.

“Pick a safe word. Now.”

“Coffee. Because I need some.” She turned on her heels with the sexiest smirk on her face and walked to the bed that would likely mangle his spine and that he was sure his feet would hang off of.

“You don’t need any caffeine,” he promised. “I’ll wake you up properly and then we’ll both get some sleep.”

She did as he’d asked and placed her palms on the bed, leaning over and putting that stunning backside of hers on display. It would be so easy to shove his jeans down and f*ck his way deep inside her, but that would have to wait.

“Your training Dom spanked you?” Though he didn’t like to think about another man putting his hands on her, he had to ask. He needed to know what her boundaries were. Had they been back in Dallas, he would have sat down with her and gone over hard and soft limits. Here, they would have to wing it. He put a palm on her ass cheek, feeling the silky skin there.

A tremor went up her spine. “Yes, he did. We had a session on spanking and then several follow-ups. And I also was late once and mouthed off twice. Good times.”

He could only imagine what an unholy brat she’d been. His cock was pressed against the fly of his jeans, but he was going to ignore the hungry f*cker for now. He rubbed a hand up and over her curves, familiarizing himself with her. “And how did you like it?”

“It wasn’t a big deal, Case. I can handle a simple spanking.”

But this wouldn’t be simple and apparently Javier had gone easy on her. He could understand that. She hadn’t been Javi’s so he would do nothing but warm her up, play with her a little. He would leave the real discipline to her eventual man unless she was a pain junkie who needed it. Case didn’t think Mia was a pain slut, but she did need something from him.

He brought his hand back and let it crack against her pretty ass.

A loud gasp filled the air, but Mia managed to stay still.

“There’s a difference between a training warmup and a disciplinary spanking. This is what happens when you disobey me in the field and nearly get yourself murdered.” He slapped her ass again, careful where he placed the smack. He was rough. Despite his earlier words, he still intended to find out if she got hot, too.