Master No (Masters and Mercenaries, #9)(49)

He wrapped her up in his arms. “I’m sorry. I wanted to get you alone and my hand slipped.”

She barely managed not to laugh. Doms had their egos, too. “It slipped? Over my eyes?”

“Yes.” His sure voice practically begged her to argue with him.

Which she had no intention of doing. She was going to have a lovely evening with a man who couldn’t stand the thought of her looking at another man’s probably really large penis. She was totally going to look at Master T’s penis. And do other stuff with it. “It’s not a problem, Master. I’m perfectly fine and I’m ready for anything you would like to do.”

His smile turned distinctly sensual. “Anything?”

“Anything.”

A warm hand cupped her shoulder as he stared down at her. “And what if I told you I want to go sit in the bar with you at my feet.”

He didn’t want to… She nodded. “Of course.”

He chuckled and lowered his head, kissing her swiftly. “Not on your life, darlin’. But that sad look in your eyes…well, you make a man feel ten feet tall.” He got close, his mouth next to her ear so she felt the heat of his breath. “Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you?”

Oh, she had ideas. “None, Master.”

“I’m going to make you scream for me in the sweetest way possible. I’m going to tie you up and have my way with you. I’m going to lick and suck and touch every part of you until there isn’t an inch that hasn’t felt my skin or tongue or cock. By the time this night is over, you’re going to know what it means to be my submissive. You’re going to be mine body and soul.”

Her ovaries practically vibrated. “Yes, Master.”

“I like the way you say that. Yes, Master. Keep telling me yes. All night long.” His face turned serious again. “I don’t want to share you tonight. I know you have an exhibitionist streak, but this first time I want to be alone with you.”

It was a little scary. She could see now that her exhibitionist streak served a purpose. It kept things oddly casual. What Master T was asking for was true intimacy. He wanted her all for himself. It meant something. It moved them beyond mere play and into something more.

Did she want that? Hell, yes. Her inner voice didn’t even hesitate. She was crazy about this man and it was likely a really bad idea. It would be so much safer to back off, to find someone more like Roger. Someone she could hold herself away from.

She wasn’t going to do that. She was going to do something truly stupid and jump into this big old scary pond with both feet. “I’m good with that, Master. I want you to myself, too. I see how the other subs look at you.”

His hand caressed her cheek. “You are awfully good at making me feel like a man. I’ll be right back. I want to make sure the room is ready. You stay here. And don’t you dare look at Theo Taggart’s dick. My hand slipped so you wouldn’t see that.”

She suddenly had zero interest in seeing Theo Taggart naked. “I will keep my eyes on you and you alone.”

He touched his fingertip to her nose. “See that you do.”

When he strode away, she watched that hot backside.

A giddy feeling took over. It was silly but she’d never felt this way about a man. Not even her silly, she-was-so-stupid-over-him high school boyfriend. Nope. Only Master T had ever brought out the giddy girl in her.

She wondered. They might not be together for long. It didn’t sit well, but it might be true. They really only had the next few weeks, but he’d already given her so much.

What could she give him? Beyond her submission and her body, she wanted him to have something so much more. She cared about him. It might not be forever, but it was more than enough for her to dream about the rest of her life. She’d always known she would give her life in service. She’d wanted to be a doctor for as long as she could remember, and not the kind who made millions and drove fancy cars. She’d wanted to be the kind who saved the world—one patient at a time.

So she wanted to give this glorious man a gift. She simply needed to figure out what it would be.

Faith did exactly as she’d promised. She kept her eyes on her Master as he strode toward the desk that led to the upper levels. Everywhere one went in Sanctum there was security and customer service. Sometimes both. The man at the counter had a ready smile and a body that told her he could handle himself if things got rough. She doubted things often got rough at Sanctum. It was the single nicest club she’d ever been to.

It was the kind of club a girl could call home.

For the first time she wondered about working in Dallas. Not in a hospital. If she stayed here, she would open a clinic. She would serve those who couldn’t afford health care. She would fight the good fight.

Her mother had taught her that. Faith barely remembered her. Her mother was a sweet face and a kind smile, but Faith remembered her words. Fight the good fight. She’d lived her life by those four words. To honor the woman who had given birth to her. But maybe she could fight that grand and glorious fight and still have a family, too.

He’d done this to her. God, she was a silly, stupid girl, but she was hoping Master T was “the one.”

He spoke a few words to the man at the station and the host got on the phone.

“How are you enjoying Sanctum?”