Love and Let Die (Masters and Mercenaries #5)(56)

He gripped her hair, knowing she liked the little sting to her scalp. He could smell her arousal, knew she was tangy and ripe, but he wanted to play for a while. He had her for the night. There was no mad rush. He wanted her begging before he gave her his cock.

Her hands were on his ass, her nails sinking into his flesh. Yeah, he f*cking dug that, too.

He forced his cock in deeper. Her tongue whirled around him, encasing his dick in slick heat.

Over and over she rolled across his cock, taking him to the edge of his control. He pulled her back, his cock hard and ready to shoot off. But he wasn’t playing that way this evening.

“On the bed. Spread your legs.” He wanted to taste her again, to relearn how soft she was, how her cream coated his tongue.

Charlie scrambled up, her breath hitching as she moved on the bedding. The dark color of the bedspread contrasted with her skin, making her damn near glow. She was so angelic, but he loved the devil that came out when they played. She spread her legs wide, with no self-consciousness, only a deep, obvious willingness to be pleasured.

He took her ankles in his hands. Despite the fact that Charlie wasn’t a tiny thing, compared to him she was practically petite. He loved the way he could circle her ankle and make a fist around it. He could master her, but it took more than mere strength to get Charlie to open up. It took trust and pleasure.

She didn’t fight him when he pushed her feet up, bending her legs at the knees and making a place for himself there. She simply allowed him to move her where he wanted.

Damn but he liked the laser thing. He covered her * with his palm, enjoying the silky smooth feel of the skin. Though he would have preferred to select the technician, to make sure it was safe, he couldn’t argue with the outcome.

He knew there was something wrong with that line of thought, but he didn’t really care. His knees hit the floor and he dragged her until her ass was at the edge of the bed, her * right in front of his face.

So pretty. It was a flower that opened only for him. The petals were soft and moist. It was an edible flower and like all flowers, it needed love and affection. And a really good tonguing.

“You’re killing me, Ian. Can’t you just get on with it?” Charlie asked.

He lightly slapped at her clit. “Hush. I’m looking at my *. This * is mine for tonight, and I’ll do exactly what I want to do with it. If I want to sit here and stare at it, I will.”

Because he liked to look at it. He especially liked how pink and puffy her labia was, glistening from her arousal. He barely stroked a finger across it, but Charlie nearly jumped.

Keeping her on edge was fun. It was so much easier to hold himself back when he knew just how much it was killing her.

Sometimes he was a dick, but he was perfectly comfortable with that. He nosed her *, letting her scent fill his senses. “Was there something you wanted, baby?”

She whimpered, a sound that would have gotten him hard if he couldn’t already pound nails. “You know what I want.”

He reached up, sliding his fingers through her labia up to the little jewel of her clit. That pearl was practically throbbing, but he wasn’t ready to let her off the hook just yet. No way. He pinched her, a nasty little tweak to her pink parts. Charlie’s body damn near came off the bed.

“Oh, god,” she screamed out, a fresh pulse of arousal coating her flesh.

“That’s not the way to ask for it, love.”

Her legs stayed where he’d put them, but she was shaking. “Please, Ian.”

Another hard twist. “What did you call me?”

“Sir. Oh, please, please, Sir.”

“Master in the bedroom, Charlie. Only here.” He wanted to hear the word from her lips. He’d never been anyone else’s Master. Only Sir because he’d never collared another female. Never even wanted to. He would hear his title from her when they were alone and he was inside her.

She sighed, as though his words had given her the pleasure she was seeking. “Master. My Master. Please, please kiss my *.”

He placed a very chaste peck right over her clit. “There you go.”

Her head was up, her eyes narrowing. “Damn it, Ian, you know that isn’t what I meant.”

He flipped her over, neatly displacing her so her backside was available to him. He didn’t give a shit how pink it was. If she didn’t stop cursing him, it was going to be red. He laid five quick, hard slaps to the fleshiest part of her ass before flipping her back over. “Do you want me to clamp you?”

He could tie her down and force clamps on her breasts, little alligator clamps to bite down on those pretty nipples. He could place a clit clamp on her, too. He’d seen one with a little bell attached and then he would just keep her naked and he’d always know exactly where she was.

He wondered briefly if there was a piercing with a bell on it. Harder to remove. Maybe if he’d had her pierced before he wouldn’t have lost her the first time. He would have just followed the sound of her jingling clit.

“Master, I promise I’ll be so good. Please don’t do whatever you’re thinking about right now.” Charlie’s eyes had gone wide.

He shoved her legs open again, spreading his palms across her soft thighs. “If you don’t stop misbehaving, you’re in for a very long night. I had planned to f*ck you a couple of times, but if you prefer, we can spend that time on discipline instead. You seem to need it.”