Love and Let Die (Masters and Mercenaries #5)(105)

He bit her other nipple, making her eyes widen and her heart skip a beat. “I’m going to clamp you, baby. I want to see your tits in clamps, and when we can, I’m going to have them pierced so I can run a chain through them and lead you around by the nipples. I’m going to look at those hoops and know that your breasts are mine and always will be.”

The very thought caused a fresh rush of arousal to flood her system. He moved away from her, grabbing the duffel bag he’d packed. Opening it, he placed a few items on the dresser, a couple of guns, some lube and condoms. He held up a pair of clamps. She should have known he would fill his luggage with guns and ammo and sex toys. Her Master liked to be prepared.

“Do you know how pretty you’ll look in these?” A sweetly sadistic light was in his eyes.

There was a knock on the door and a masculine voice broke through their solitude. “Yo, Tag, we need you out here for the op brief. How are you going to know what to do if we don’t tell you? Get your lazy ass out here. And your brother made breakfast. He’s a hell of a guy.”

Damn, damn, damn. Frustration threatened to stop her heart. She hated Tennessee Smith in that moment. She didn’t want the world to intrude.

Ian didn’t make a sound, but suddenly the nipple clamps weren’t the only things in his hand. He opened the door slightly, not so much that she could see out or anyone could see in, and pointed his big SIG Sauer at anyone who was standing on the other side of that door.

There was a pause and then a low chuckle. “Well, then, I can see you’re busy. I’ll just let everyone know that you’ll come on out here and join us when you’re ready.”

Ian slammed the door. “I am going to take the head off the next f*cker who tries to stop me from f*cking my wife. It’s goddamn rude. Now hold those breasts in place for me. I want to play, Charlie. I want to play with my sub. What are you right now?”

Oh, if he wanted to play she could play so dirty. “I’m my Master’s toy. I’m Master’s little f*ck toy.”

Sure enough his cock was nearly straining out of his pants. He kissed her again, a carnal joining of mouths and tongues. “You’re my toy and my joy, Charlie. Always.”

God, she’d forgotten how sweet he could be. He could take the most perverted acts and make them loving. He could say the filthiest things, get her so hot she couldn’t stand it, and then remind her that she was loved. “Always, Ian.”

She held her breasts up for him, her nipples hard and ready for what he was about to do.

“I think my toy needs some jewelry.” He held two clover clamps in his hand. Little devices that would torture her tits and make her come so much harder. They were silver, joined together by a silver chain. After adjusting them, he pinched at her right nipple before slipping the clamp on. It bit into her, sensitizing her and making her shiver at the feeling. Before she could take another breath, he’d attached the second and stepped back to look at her. “Fuck, that’s pretty. Your nipples get ruby red, like f*cking raspberries I want to gorge myself on. Show me your *. Get on that bed and spread your legs and let me look at it. It belongs to me, too.”

Her Master was in a possessive mood. The men waiting for them might want to get comfortable because she had the feeling he was going to take his sweet time.

Nothing mattered while they were together. Nothing except the two of them. When he looked at her with that supernova heat in his eyes, she could easily let the rest of the world slip away. She could believe that they could be together forever.

And it could be the most romantic thing in the world for her Master to want to look at her *.

She fell back on the low bed, the sounds of the surf and ocean winds behind her while her Master’s eyes took in every inch of her. Every inch she moved jostled the clamps, allowing her to feel the bite. She let her legs fall open, knowing what her Master would want.

“You’re so f*cking beautiful. Wider,” he commanded.

Such a gorgeous pervert. She spread her legs wide, pulling her knees up and giving him a view of everything she had.

“Touch yourself.” He pulled his shirt over his head, letting her see that cut chest and the muscular arms that nearly made her drool.

She let her finger run over her labia, skimming the sensitive flesh and spreading the arousal she found there. It was humming through her, desire for him, desire for the life they could have.

Desire for a future she’d been dreaming of from the moment she’d met him.

Ian shoved his jeans off his hips and tossed them aside. His weariness had fled, drowned out by obvious desire. His cock sprang up, his heavy balls already drawn up. “Fuck yourself with your finger. Only one. You’re not allowed to come. I just want you ready.”

She groaned. He was going to torture her, but she gave him what he wanted. With a little sigh, she stroked her finger deep inside her channel, slowly, so he couldn’t miss an inch of the penetration. She let her finger f*ck all the way to the base of her hand before pulling it back out.

“Let me taste.” He grabbed her hand, bringing it to his mouth. Instead of sucking it inside, his tongue came out, starting at the tip and licking every centimeter, rolling around and enjoying her flavor. Finally he sucked it inside, the pressure causing her spine to tingle.

His hand came out, touching the chain that ran between her breasts. All it took was the slightest tug to send pleasurable fire running in her veins. The tug bit into her tender nipples and sensitized her skin.