From Sanctum with Love (Masters and Mercenaries #10)(82)

Her eyes were already dilating. How could he have spent all that time with her and never seen this part? Had he seen it deep down? Was that why he’d been so attracted to her? “And we’ll make another deal. I think part of your day should be spent in a creative exercise.”

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

He flicked her again and then again, loving the way her flesh responded. Seeing those marks swell made his dick jump in his slacks. “I’ve been thinking over the past few days.” He dropped down behind her because he was fairly certain that leaning back against her own ankles was probably starting to get hard for her. “Lean back against me. Hands on your thighs.”

She leaned her weight back and he felt her sigh. He wasn’t going to let her rest for too long. Being in this position made it easy to flick the stick against her thighs.

“Oww, oww.”

He could feel her breath, the way her skin jumped when he flicked her. “Tell me what it feels like.”

“It stings. It burns. It lights me up and goes straight to my *. Please, no more.”

That was not her safe word. He flicked her again, the marks showing up against the ivory of her skin. She wouldn’t be able to wear too short a skirt or someone would see. He was okay with that. Those legs were his along with every other pretty piece of her. She jumped against him as he struck again, a bit harder this time because she was warming up nicely. He used his free hand to cup her breast. “You’ll take as much as I give you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He rolled her nipple, tweaking it as he pulled back the stick and let it fly. “As for your creative time, I want you to write for me.”

She went still in his arms.

He’d thought about this a lot. “Whatever you want. If you want to write nothing more than how awful I am, then that’s what you do. But I want you to write because I think you miss it. I saw Serena’s script on your desk.”

“I’m just helping out a friend. Please don’t stop, Sir. I’ll talk about this, but please don’t stop.”

He understood this woman. This was her safe place. She could talk here because this was a space where there was nothing but honesty. She accepted herself here. “I won’t. I won’t ever stop. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are to me?”

“I feel beautiful with you, Kai.”

He twisted her nipple and was rewarded with a squeal. “You are always beautiful. I want you to have everything you need, everything you want. Do you want to be my assistant for the rest of your life?”

“I could be happy. That’s something I’ve learned. I can be happy in many places. I don’t have to be one thing, but I’m starting to miss it, too. I don’t know what I want beyond being here with you.”

“Will you try?”

She nodded. “Yes. I think I might write about this. I might write about us.”

“As long as names are changed to protect the innocent, I’ll go along with that. Are you going to write about how wet your * is?”

“It’s always wet when you’re here, Sir. When you walk into a room, my body gets soft and ready, and I always want you inside me.”

Every word was like a drug. “Write about how hard I get when I think about you. Write about how much pleasure it brings me to see you wearing my mark, to make you squirm and scream for me. You don’t ever have to put it out in the world if you don’t want to, but you should write it down. Every day. A little bit more.”

Her head fell back against his shoulder, her body offered to him. “Yes, Sir.”

He flicked the stick over her breasts, raising pretty welts as she shook and cried in his arms. She never cried before, but she did now. That was an offering he would take, too. Her tears, her pain, her pleasure, her every emotion. They belonged to him.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “I want to play with you while you make yourself come.”

Her hand moved, sliding over so her fingers could reach her clit. Kai watched, his eyes roaming the length of her body as he flicked her skin from time to time. Every time the stick would impact, she would jump slightly and go breathless in his arms.

Her finger was immediately slick with her own moisture. He watched as she ran the pad of her finger over and around her clit. He pinched her nipple and bit her ear again, sliding his tongue over it to soothe the ache. He could see the spot where he’d bitten her the night before. It would fade by tomorrow, but she would have fresh marks, all those matchsticks that proved how much fun they’d had.

“One more time, please, Kai.” Her finger rubbed hard, in furious motions.

He didn’t have to ask what she meant. He knew. He knew her and what it took for her to really come. He flicked the stick hard, right on her thigh, and her whole body stiffened. She called out his name, turning her face up for his kiss. Even as her fingers slowed, he fused their mouths together.

Perfect connection.

Now it was time to get what he needed from his sub. He would relax, spend all afternoon inside her, and once tonight was over, they would be home free.

“Up, baby. Time for you to serve me.”

Her face was flushed as he got to his feet in front of her. Playtime was over and he needed the feel of her mouth on him.

She seemed to understand exactly what he wanted. She let him help her up. He took her hand in his and when she was steady on her feet, he brought it to his lips. Those pretty fingers were coated in her own arousal, and damn but he loved the way she tasted. He sucked her fingers inside, giving her a bite that made her shiver all over again. He sucked her fingers clean, enjoying the sweet taste of her essence.