From Sanctum with Love (Masters and Mercenaries #10)(124)

Kai stood between her legs. “I don’t want you to hesitate to use your safe word if you need to.”

It was right on the tip of her tongue to call him a Nervous Nellie, but she was trying to be a good sub. Hell, she’d just gotten engaged. She should give her inner brat a night off. Kori gave him her sweetest smile. “Yes, Master.”

Kai frowned. “Now that makes me nervous. But this is placed perfectly.”

Now she understood why she wasn’t higher. He’d put her in the perfect position to f*ck her hard. “You’re right. It is exactly where I need to be. I was going to complain it wasn’t higher. The other suspension scenes I’ve done have been higher.”

He frowned down at her. “I don’t want to hear about other riggers. Especially not the Cajun guy. You played with him a lot.”

“Don’t get jealous. I only played with him.” Remy had been fun and there’d been nothing sexual between them. Deep down, she’d always longed for Kai. Maybe even before she’d met him.

“I’ll always be jealous of anyone you played with, but like I said, this is perfect.” He moved between her legs, showing her that his cock was perfectly aligned. He held her hips and ground himself against her, the rope sliding between his pants and her skin. “Tell me how it feels. I like to know what I’m doing to you.”

“It hurts. It’s biting into me, but I like it. Oh, just a little more.” How could she already be so close? He’d barely touched her, but being bound by his ropes had acted as foreplay. She didn’t need much more than that. Her * was soft and ready, her clitoris ripe for orgasm.

Kai stepped back. “Not yet. Not until I say so. This is where I’m in control. And I control everything here, baby. You’re mine here. Every. Single. Inch.”

He tugged on the rope that ran across her * and then let it go. It hit her hard and made her body shake. She swung, her heart swelling as she felt like she was flying.

“Asshole.”

He smiled. “Well, I did tell you to call me anything you liked. Enjoy that today. If you’re going to curse me, I should give you something to curse about. Don’t go anywhere.”

Like she could go anywhere. Like she would go anywhere. She was primed for him.

And already a little subspacey. The feeling of being utterly helpless was starting to make her head float. She sank into the rope. It wasn’t simply rope. It was his rope. Every loop and knot had been tied by him, a loving caress of her Dom. He held her there off the ground, his will and desire feeding her own. She let her head rest back, giving over to whatever her Master had planned for her.

She smelled that ozone scent before she heard the crackling that signaled he’d turned on the violet wand.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Her brain frazzled, her body tensing and waiting for the first feel of fire on her flesh. And she giggled because damn this was going to be fun.

“Did you think at all when you ran away this morning?” His voice had gone deep.

When she looked up at him, he’d taken off his shirt and boots and was standing there looking so f*cking sexy with his hair still pulled back and his glasses on. Even when he was intellectual Kai, the Dom simmered underneath. He held the violet wand in one hand, the apparatus so seemingly innocent.

He’d fastened the flathead to the wand and when he flicked the switch, the glass addition glowed with a lovely purple light. And it made the evilest sound.

“I wasn’t running away. I was going home. I’d had a long night. Erin talks in her sleep.” And apparently had some hot dreams. Dreams that ended with her calling out Theo’s name. But when they’d woken up, Erin had been calm and collected again. She’d thanked Kori and Sarah for cooking breakfast because her house had become op central once Andrew Lawless had shown up.

It had been surprisingly easy to slip away. Of course, it had likely been easy because the Doms thought she was smart enough not to run. She’d totally proven them wrong.

“I believe you were told not to go anywhere without an escort,” Kai said forbiddingly.

“I had Sarah.”

“Ah, yes. Big Tag told me you would likely make that argument.” The violet wand cracked and he touched it to the sole of her foot.

He wasn’t playing around. She screamed out, her body tensing as the electricity f*cked with her system. Violet wands had settings. The pain could go anywhere from a pleasant whisper along her skin to the feeling of a knife cutting through her. Kai was way closer to the knife than the butterfly.

Tears pierced her eyes as Kai pulled the wand away.

“Sarah is not a proper escort unless she’s some kind of super secret spy. Is Sarah an undercover spy? Has she had years of training I don’t know about? Can she defend you from a killer?”

Sarah was hell on heels when it came to taking care of sick patients, putting arrogant docs in their places, and being super bratty to Doms. And the woman could do Disneyland in four-inch heels, a classic vintage dress, full pinup makeup, and never sweat or complain once on Dapper Days, but she wasn’t so great with killers. Still, she felt the need to defend her bestie. “Hey, she managed to not die today.”

He growled, a low sexy sound that was immediately drowned out by her howl as he tortured her other foot. He stared down at her, watching her every expression so she gave it all to him. She squirmed and pleaded and watched his dick get super hard. It was tenting the slacks he wore admirably.