Dungeon Games (Masters and Mercenaries #6.5)(39)

Over and over she drew him inside. His tangy essence coated her tongue and she sucked harder, taking him deeper into her mouth. Inch by inch she worked him to the back of her throat. She sucked him hard, loving the flavor of his pre-come. She wanted to touch him, but his bindings forced her to focus on him, on the feel of his dick on her tongue, the way he held her head, the taste of him. She pushed all thoughts of herself down. He’d done that with her. He’d focused on her so it was easy, so easy to give him her attention.

Down and back. Down and back. She loved how his hands tangled harder in her hair. Like he couldn’t stop himself. Every motion brought her closer to climax because that knot he’d tied rubbed her clit.

Pleasure swamped her, making her work him even harder. The music thrummed through her system, pulsing against her skin. The fact that there was an audience only made it better. They might not see his climax, but she would give them a show. She was powerful and beautiful in the moment. It didn’t matter what anyone else thought. It only mattered what she felt. And she felt like she was ten feet tall. Derek groaned and shoved his cock in, harder and faster than before. He was losing that control of his. He always took such care with her. It meant something that he would let go.

It meant that he was hers.

It might not last forever, but in this moment, he belonged to her. Her sweet Master.

She inhaled his cock, working the knot at her clit the whole time. As she drew him to the back of her throat, she felt the orgasm bloom. He’d worked his magic and he didn’t have to keep a hand on her. He’d set her up to come to her pleasure. Every knot he’d built had brought her to a sweet spot. She pulled hard on his cock, thrilled when she tasted the first of his come on her tongue.

“Karina!” He shouted her name as he shoved his cock deep. Over and over he pulsed in her mouth, giving her everything he had.

He held her hair, but it was gentler now, his cock a presence but he’d relaxed as he’d given up his come. She licked and sucked and enjoyed her power. Her orgasm flushed through her system, making the world a lovely place.

“Thank you, gorgeous,” he said softly.

She let his cock slip away, knowing she would have him again. When she opened her eyes, she glanced around. Every person in the club seemed to be watching them. Derek smoothed her hair back. He helped her stand and started to unwind the ropes he’d bound her up in.

“You were perfect.” He whispered the words in her ear.

She was the perfect sub? Or the perfect bait?

She didn’t ask, but wondered all the while who had been watching them.





Chapter Eight



Derek shook his head as he refused a second cup of coffee. Maia frowned at him, her eyes widening.

“Are you sure? You’ve only had one. You usually drink four or five cups before noon. Are you on some weird cleanse?” She kept the coffee for herself, but stared at him, suspicion plain in her eyes.

“I don’t need it. I only drink that crap for the caffeine.” He actually didn’t love the taste, but he needed to wake up usually. He turned back to the door, hoping Karina would waltz back in and save him. No such luck. He’d been left alone in the McKay-Taggart conference room with his ex-wife, the two Texas Rangers, and their insanely obnoxious forensics guy who apparently had exciting news about old e-mails.

He didn’t need coffee. He needed a beer.

Maia sank into her seat, her perfect nails drumming along the tabletop. “I know. You don’t sleep well. Did you finally give in and get a prescription?”

He felt a slow smile slide across his face. He didn’t need a pill. He had Karina. A week in Karina’s crappy bed had his back aching, but it had oddly given him a more peaceful sleep than he’d had in years. He’d had the dream once more since that first night, but Karina had flipped him over and gotten him in a nice nelson hold. When he’d woken up, she’d been cool and collected and had calmly told him to go back to sleep.

Yeah, he’d turned the tables on her and had her screaming out his name in about five minutes. And then he had happily gone back to sleep. Fucking Karina was way better than a sleeping pill.

“I don’t want to know what that’s about,” Clayton Hill said, sitting back in his chair. “Is there anything to report, Lieutenant?”

Now it was Derek’s turn to frown. While he’d settled into a weirdly comfortable domesticity with Karina, they had gotten nowhere on the case front. “We went to the club four of the five nights it was open. She wasn’t even accosted by anyone but a drunk kid outside the building. I even left her alone for an hour on the last night.”

“Did you?” Harris asked. “Because I’m betting you simply took a step back and then loomed over her like a predatory hawk. I saw the tapes from the feed. Your version of letting her be on her own is to walk a step behind her.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to totally walk away,” he grumbled under his breath because there was some truth to Harris’s words. He and Karina had a long argument when she realized he’d never really walked away. What had she expected him to do? Take a break while there was a killer stalking her?

Hill shook his head. “I can’t blame you for that.”

“I can,” Maia said, her temper obviously on a short leash, but there was nothing new in that. “You’re letting this * get away because you want to get laid, Derek. She’s not fragile. She’s a tough bitch. She can handle this guy. Look, I let you put O’Donnell and Taggart the Lesser Ass on this. Use them or I’ll pull you from this case.”