Dungeon Games (Masters and Mercenaries #6.5)(38)

She didn’t even realize when he’d stopped. She was so deep into her subspace that she wondered how much time had passed between the spanking and his calling her name.

It was dangerous. She slipped into subspace so quickly with him that it could be bad if he weren’t so damn trustworthy.

She’d been a bitch to him in the past and yet she knew he would never hurt her, never take advantage of her trust. She’d wronged him, made his life hell because he pissed her off, and yet his hands were so gentle on her.

“Karina, I’m done. I can’t do any more without hurting you.”

And he would never hurt her even when she didn’t care. “Let me serve you.”

“Karina, you don’t have to.”

She wanted to give back to him. He was such a giving Dom. She’d been around long enough to know the type. Some Doms lived to be serviced. Not this one. Derek needed to be needed. He needed a sub who thrived under his care, his affection. But what she’d figured out about service tops was that they often forgot about their own needs. They gave and gave to their bottoms without requesting return.

She wanted to give to him, to finish the unspoken agreement between them. They had a contract but it was heavily weighted in her favor. She was the sub. She controlled the bargain.

Love was something different. She was suddenly pretty damn sure she loved Derek Brighton.

“I want to. I want to serve my Master openly. I want everyone to see how much I submit. Derek, please.”

This wasn’t about the case. It was about him. He’d given her more than she could have imagined. More affection. More honesty. More truth about himself. He’d held up his end of the bargain. He seemed to enjoy lying in bed with her and talking. He’d told her about his life, and she loved hearing his stories. He was a hero. He deserved so much and she wanted to give it to him.

His hands went around her waist and he picked her up without even a grunt of recognition to her weight. He just lifted her and placed her where he wanted her to go.

On her knees. In front of him.

Yes, that did it for her. He’d been so open with her pleasure. Every time he’d taken her, he’d gone down and licked and sucked until she screamed. But he’d been in charge and he’d pleasured her, only taking his own after he’d secured her orgasm. She wanted to give back, wanted him to know it was okay to take from her, too. And damn, but she wanted a taste of that man. She’d only ever sucked one other cock. She’d never wanted another.

“Serve me, gorgeous. Let them all see that you belong to me.” His hands went to the ties on his leathers.

And she watched as he released his cock. Usually he was all over her. He never gave her a moment to really stare at him. She took it now. He was beautiful. His cock was freaking gorgeous. Thick and long, he had a beautiful cock. With a plum-shaped head and pretty pink skin, she couldn’t help but have her mouth water.

He stepped in, bringing that glorious cock closer to her mouth. He’d helped her to her knees. The dress he’d wound around her body stopped at the middle of her thighs so she had some wiggle room. She let her thighs fall open slightly, allowing the knot on her clit to tighten. So good. She only had to move up and down to work the knot. Her sweet Master had prepared her for pleasure.

His hand was on his cock, that big hand that had brought her such peace. He stroked his cock, running his hand all along from the base to the gorgeous bulbous head of his dick. He stroked himself a few times, allowing her to watch him before pushing his dick to her lips. “Suck me.”

There was nothing she wanted more. She wanted to suck him, to make him crazy, to make him come. She wanted to taste him the way he’d tasted her. He’d spent so much time on her that she felt the need to pay him back. Like a lover. Like a Dom.

She leaned forward, deeply loving the way his bindings held her. She couldn’t touch him with anything but her mouth. Her hands were securely bound along with the rest of her torso. She could feel his mark on every inch of her skin. It was like he touched her everywhere.

She licked the head of his dick. So long. It had been so long since she’d performed this service and now she remembered why she liked it. She wanted to pay back her Dom. She wanted to be a part of a D/s couple, to be necessary.

A low groan came from his throat and she knew she was doing the right thing. She was doing the thing that brought her Dom pleasure. She sucked the head of his cock inside and let her tongue worry the soft, sweet underside. There was a delicious V on the underside of his dick that she could play with. His fingers found her hair and she knew damn well she was making him crazy. His pelvis thrust forward, a groan coming from his throat.

He pulled on her hair, forcing his dick in farther.

She could taste his pre-come, knew he wouldn’t last long under her teeth and tongue. He might talk a good game about wanting a sweet sub who never ever did what she wasn’t told to do, but he liked it when she was rough with him. She gave him the bare feel of her teeth along his cock and she felt him pulse in her mouth.

“Take more.” He shoved his dick farther in, his hands tangling in her hair.

The desperate quality to his voice made her * soften. She worked her pelvis up and down, loving how the knot felt against her clit as she sucked his cock.

She let her tongue coat his cock. He would never fit perfectly. He was way too big for that. She had to relax her damn jaw to get him even halfway in. He stroked her, setting a sweet rhythm. Her tongue whirled. She ran it all around his cock and sucked deep.