Dungeon Games (Masters and Mercenaries #6.5)(29)

He saw something he did want though. The girl liked to be spanked. Their kinks dovetailed nicely since he’d never enjoyed spanking an ass as much as he did Karina’s. Her * was glistening in the low light. He couldn’t tease her another moment more. He leaned over and ran his tongue over her labia.

She tasted far better than he’d imagined. Sweet and spicy, she coated his tongue and he couldn’t get enough of her. She tensed beneath him as he held her legs open. Her soft gasps and long sighs played along with the desperate tension in her thighs. She was being so good when it was obvious to him that she wanted to move, wanted to force him to go deeper.

“Do you need something, gorgeous?”

“Derek, please. Please, I’m so close. It’s been so long since I felt like this.”

He wanted to be the best she’d ever had. He wanted her to remember him long after they were no longer together. It was perverse, but he wanted to be the man she thought about the rest of her life. “You want to come? Ask me politely.”

He rubbed her clit just enough to make her squirm but not enough to send her over the edge.

“Please, Sir. I need it so much. Please let me come.” The words were so stinking sweet coming out of her mouth. She usually cursed his very name, but having Karina Mills begging him did amazing things for his ego. He could turn his spitting cat into a sweet little kitten and all he had to do was put his hands and mouth on her. It was that simple. She responded to him like no woman ever had before. So quick. So pure. So f*cking honest.

And she’d been polite so she should be rewarded.

He let himself off the leash. He f*cked her with his tongue, diving deep inside and glorying in the way she shook around him. Through his haze of lust he could hear her crying out even while she obeyed him and remained as still as she could. His thumb found her clit and he pressed down as he speared her with his tongue.

She came with a little moan and his tongue was coated with her.

He couldn’t wait another f*cking second. He had to have her. He’d done his job. He’d made her come and now she was his for the night. He stood up and dropped his PJ pants to the floor after palming the condom he’d put in his pocket. “Give me the T-shirt.”

He wanted her naked, nothing between them except that crappy but necessary piece of latex. He was a bastard, but he was prepared. He’d slipped one into his PJ bottoms earlier when she’d sat next to him on the couch. Nothing had come from that, but he was damn happy to have it now.

He stroked himself, once and again while watching her. He would love to have her roll the condom on with her mouth, but he was far too impatient. In one practiced move, he slid the condom on.

Karina seemed to be coming out of her submissive state. She bit her bottom lip as she stared up at him.

No. That was so not going to happen. He wasn’t about to let her get away. He leaned over and kissed her again. “You taste so good, gorgeous.” He licked along her bottom lip. “Taste yourself. You’re all over my tongue. Stay with me.”

Her arms were around him again. She opened her mouth and let him in. Over and over he stroked her with his tongue, the intimacy unfamiliar but sweet. He rarely kissed anymore. Sex had become an exchange of need. How long had it been since he’d had to have it? Since he couldn’t take another breath without thinking about being inside a woman. Karina. Only Karina.

“Let me in, gorgeous. Let me inside. I f*cking need you tonight.” He wasn’t sure he could walk away. He might do something horrible. He might actually beg.

She pulled the shirt off, exposing her lovely breasts.

It was all the invitation he needed. He fell on her like a starving man. Soft. She was so soft. He gave her his weight because while she was soft, she was strong, too. Karina could handle him. He could f*ck her as hard as he wanted and she would take it.

He started to spread her legs, to shove himself in, and then he saw her.

She might have just had an orgasm, but she wasn’t ready for him yet. She was holding on to him, but there was fear in her eyes. God, he didn’t want to see that.

But he wasn’t willing to let her go. Kissing. She liked to be kissed. He covered her mouth with his, gently this time. “Stay with me, gorgeous.”

“It’s been a while. I…I’m nervous.”

“I’ll take care of you.” He was going to make sure she came again, make sure she had every bit of pleasure he could give her.

He leaned over to kiss her and prayed he could make her want him again.





Chapter Six



It was the sight of the condom that did it. Karina took a deep breath and realized this was really happening. She was about to open herself and let Derek Brighton in. She hadn’t had sex in years, hadn’t even wanted to share that with someone else.

He’d promised to take care of her, but she was sure he meant that in a sexual way. He couldn’t possibly mean anything else and she couldn’t expect more.

But suddenly she wanted to. She wanted this to be real. If only for a night.

“I can take care of myself, Brighton.” She wasn’t going to dive into maudlin thoughts. Five years had gone by and if she never moved on, she would regret it. She’d loved Kevin, but he was gone. And Liam was right. He would have wanted her to be happy. Could she ever be happy with Brighton? Would she hate herself if she didn’t try?