Master No (Masters and Mercenaries, #9)(117)

She relaxed back and let Tennessee take over. His tongue worked, caressing every inch of her *. He spread her wide and f*cked deep inside, his mouth enveloping her. This was what she needed, what she would need for the rest of her life. This was what she’d been missing. All the times she’d surrendered before, all the play at submission had been nothing but a rehearsal for this man—her true match, her real Master, her partner and her husband.

“Let’s make this fun. We’ve got hours before we have to go.” He climbed on the bed with her, lying back. “Get up here and straddle me. I haven’t had my fill yet. Have I told you how good you taste? How perfect you are for me?”

She started to move, to obey him, but he hadn’t said how she should straddle him. She turned and before he could protest, she was on top of him, her tongue lapping at his cock again, but this time her * was right in line with his very talented mouth. Who didn’t love a good old-fashioned 69?

“Fuck, I like how you think, Doc.” A big hand slapped her ass. “You take me. You take every inch of me while I take what’s mine.”

He f*cked her in earnest, his tongue going deep. It was hard to concentrate when her whole body felt like a live wire, but she had a job to do, too. She sucked his cock in long passes, loving how it seemed to pulse under her tongue. Salty pre-come leaked from his head and she sucked that down, too. Every now and then his big hand would come down, slapping at the flesh of her backside and sending ripples of sensation up her spine. Pain and pleasure. They combined and formed something new and sensational in her brain and body. She wasn’t sure why she needed both. Long ago she’d given up trying to be “normal.” This would be normal for them, the push and play of D/s in the bedroom. She would take this time she had with him while they were in hiding and use it to teach her man that he could count on her, that she would stay.

He was necessary to her, as necessary as her next breath.

“Stop.” He slapped her ass again. “I don’t want to come yet. Sit on my face, darling. Ride my tongue and after you come, I want you to ride my cock. I used to f*cking love this. I’m taking it back. I’m taking it back with you.”

She moved, getting into the position he wanted. He was making himself vulnerable to her. How many times had this man had some “lover” try to hurt him over government secrets? How many times had he offered up his body for something other than pleasure? “You are never going back to that job.”

He’d done enough for his country. Tennessee Smith’s shop was closed for business.

“I always listen to good advice, ma’am.” He pulled on her hips, getting her into position.

Then she couldn’t think anymore. When he speared his tongue deep inside, there was no more worry or pain. There was no loss to be felt, only the pure pleasure of joining with this man. She gave over to the incredible sensation of being Ten’s lover, Master T’s sub, Mr. Smith’s wife.

Faith McDonald. She could be all those things for him and still be herself because loving him made her more than she’d been before. She’d been alone, her soul missing an inherent piece, and now she was complete. Even when he was away from her, she would keep a piece of him inside.

Even when they were truly parted, as all lovers were in the end, she wouldn’t be alone because she’d loved him.

The pleasure burst across her and she bit her lip to stop from crying out his name.

He kept up the torturing, forcing her to come again under the sweet lash of his tongue, the sucking of his mouth on her.

Finally he let go, and she had to force herself to remain upright.

After all, it was time to give her man the ride of his life.





His cock was dying, but the rest of Ten Smith was perfectly satisfied. She’d come all over his tongue three times before he’d let her up. Her little * had ground down against him, demanding her pleasure, and he’d given it to her. Later, he would tie her up and make her come at least ten times before relenting and giving her his cock, but today he was too eager.

In the past that eagerness would have been the very pressure he needed to hold back, but he didn’t need to hold back with Faith.

“Tell me again. Tell me you love me.”

She moved down his body, bringing their faces in line. She touched their noses together in a tender show of affection. “I love you. I love you more than you can know.”

It was all that mattered. The moment mattered. Nothing else. “Tell me you’ll stay with me.”

Maybe that mattered, too. It made him seem like a weak, pathetic child, but he needed the words.

“I’ll stay with you for as long as we have,” she promised, her mouth coming down on his. “And when our time is over, I’ll find you. I don’t know where we’ll go, but I’ll find you again.”

She was crying, her tears falling to his cheeks as though he’d shed them himself. He’d given up crying long before, but Faith took up his slack. She could cry for him, be strong for him. And he would love her.

Loving Faith made it possible to love other people. It had happened with Ian earlier. For the first time, he’d opened and let the possibility in that he could be part of this weird and wonderful family. He’d claimed to love Phoebe, but he’d chosen revenge over being her brother.

He’d chosen revenge over truly honoring Jamie.