Love and Let Die (Masters and Mercenaries #5)(57)

Her head shook. “No, Master. No, please. I promise to be a very proper sub for the rest of the night.”

He let his mouth hover right over her *, giving her his heat, letting her feel the vibration of his words. “You couldn’t behave properly to save your life, pet.”

Thank god for that. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have the pleasure of disciplining her.

“Please, Master.” Her voice was breathless, her skin flushed to a lovely shade of pink. “Please lick me. Please play with me. Please do whatever you desire. I’m yours.”

She was his toy, his sweet little f*ck toy. He could do anything he wanted with her, and he was pretty f*cking sure he was the only one to really play with this particular toy. Pretty sure. “Tell me again how many men you’ve had since me. I want the truth, Charlie.”

“None. Not a single one, Master. I don’t blame you. You didn’t know I was alive, but I knew damn well you were. I know who I belong to. I’ve known it for years. All this time, I’ve tried to follow your rules.”

“Tried?” He let his nose play through her labia. He wouldn’t mind waking up every morning and running his nose through her * so he could smell her all day.

“Yes, Master. I tried, but I masturbated a few times. I couldn’t stop myself. I would get too lonely and I would think of you and I would touch myself. I pretended it was you.”

He thought about her lying in bed in the dark, her fingers working in and out of her cunt, her little thumb rubbing against her clit. “Show me.”

Reaching up, he grasped her left hand, pulling it down her body to cover her *.

Her fingers slid through the juice there, two slipping inside past her labia, the heel of her palm against her clit.

He watched as she moved against her hand, fascinated by the way her fingers drove deep and pulled back.

“Don’t come yet.”

She whimpered again but didn’t argue with him. She kept up the pace, f*cking herself with her fingers, her hips rocking with a sweet rhythm.

When he was sure she couldn’t take another second, he gripped her hand, pulling it out of her cunt and to his mouth. He sucked those fingers inside. His tongue slid around gathering every bit of cream he could find. She tasted so f*cking good. He’d never forgotten that taste, never lost the sweetness of it in his mind. Yeah, this part hadn’t been a false memory. None of it had been false. He only ever felt this alive when he was with her.

He laid her hand back down. “Work your little clit, baby. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Please come inside me, Master.” She was staring at him, her eyes wide as she offered herself to him.

This seemed to be a new Charlotte, a more open Charlie. The Charlie he’d always known was right beneath her surface.

He spread her labia with his fingers and let one forage into her *.

He worked one finger in, massaging her flesh. He cupped her *, gently f*cking in and out, opening her up. He added a second finger as she relaxed and she started moving in time with his fingers. This was the one place they were always in sync.

“You have my permission. Come all over my hand. Let me hear you.” He curled his fingers up, searching for that sweet spot that always got her screaming. She was panting, not holding back. She f*cked his fingers with the vigor of a woman long denied.

“Yes, Master. Oh, it feels so good.” She thrust down, shoving his fingers in deep as she worked her clit.

“Take your hand away.” He wanted to be the only thing making her come. The minute she removed her hand, he leaned over and sucked her clit into his mouth, her unique flavor filling him.

Charlie screamed, and he felt her muscles clamping down on him as she came, juices flowing all around him.

He licked her clit as she came down and then removed his hand, finally giving himself permission to do what he’d wanted to do from the moment the door had closed behind them. He shoved his tongue up her * and started to make a meal of her. He licked and sucked and ate his fill.

And wondered if this was a meal he just couldn’t get enough of.





Charlie bit back another cry as Ian’s tongue foraged deep inside her. So long. She’d waited so long to feel him again that this was almost a sensory overload. It was almost too much to handle, but she forced herself to lie still, to give her sweet Master everything he wanted.

He sucked at her labia, pulling first one side into his mouth and then the other before plunging deep again. His tongue seemed to dance inside her, touching her in places that hadn’t been alive since the last time he’d made love to her.

And it was love. He could fight it all he wanted, but there was no way this feeling wasn’t love. It was a magnificent obsession and it was the best sex ever, but it was both of those things because it was grounded in love.

The orgasm she’d just had was still thrumming through her when another started to build. Her Master seemed interested in reminding her just how well her body responded to him.

Over and over again, he tongue f*cked her, spearing her in long drives before moving up to suckle her clit. When he opened his mouth, he could cover her whole * as though the Big Bad Wolf had come to make a feast of her. She started to shake and moan when he suddenly sat up.

“No more coming, baby. Not until I’m inside you. Now stay that way. Don’t you move or I’ll spank you again.” He stood up.