Master No (Masters and Mercenaries, #9)(56)

She glanced up at him as he tied her left wrist to the bedpost. So trusting. There wasn’t any fear in her body. She expected him to take care of her. “I didn’t have a bodyguard then. That was only after what happened in Ghana. And no, Doctor Hines left as soon as the swelling in his testicles went down. I was on my own for a good three months.”

Excellent. Now he had a name and she was looking luscious, a treat secured and laid out for him. His cock was already erect, but looking at her like this made him stiffen painfully. She wasn’t staring at his scars with revulsion. She was looking at him like she could eat him up. It was time to make her feel good, too.

He took the crop in his hand. It was a flexible one, the leather at the tip soft. He brought it lightly down on her right nipple, the sound worse than he suspected the sensation was. Of course when he’d had a crop taken to him, it had come from that bastard Taggart, who’d had a field day holding Ten to the Sanctum rule that no Dom got to play with toys that hadn’t been used on him.

There was a reason he didn’t have an anal plug ready for her. There was only so much a man would do for a mission.

Besides, he was really only interested in her pretty * at this point. Pretty, likely tight as hell, definitely aroused. He could see the signs glistening in the low light.

“But now you have bodyguards,” he continued. “You should have had them all along. That’s a dangerous part of the world. I’m surprised your father didn’t insist on it.”

She winced as he tapped her left breast. “My dad and I had a falling out, and I kind of wasn’t talking to him at that point in time.”

Oh, that was interesting news. He dragged the crop tip down her body, brushing it over her * and enjoying the way her toes curled. He was going to taste her tonight. He was going to get inside of her in more ways than one. “I thought you were close to your father.”

Her eyes were on the crop. He’d left it directly on her mound, covering it with the leather. “We’ve never been really close. He’s always been closer to Hope. They think alike. My father was always working, always on the road. He didn’t agree with my decision to open a clinic in Ghana. He would have preferred I went the same route as my sister.”

Her sister, who was connected to a suspected Collective company. He gave her the lightest tap and loved how her whole body shivered. “He still paid your ransom. He must have been very angry when you went back. But you’re still talking, obviously. You come home once a year and you told me you always see him. Aren’t we supposed to go to his place in the Caymans?”

A harder tap this time and she was writhing. Faith was well disciplined though. Her voice was hoarse but she answered his questions. “Yes. My dad and I are all right. He’s always making a deal, but he loves me. Oh, god. That feels so good.” Another rougher slap. “He wasn’t happy when I decided to go back, but he made amends. He threw a fundraiser when a fire destroyed my only operating facility. Fifty thousand dollars. It was a godsend.”

He moved to her thighs, tapping them with force. The skin went a light pink. Fifty thousand was nothing to a man like Senator McDonald. He could probably shit out fifty K in his sleep and not notice. If he threw a fundraiser, fifty thousand would be a disappointment.

There was something to look into. He would look into the fundraiser and see if there was anything hinky about it. Finances were something solid he could deal with.

“It’s good to have family to depend on. I’m glad you got close to your father again.” A lie. He wished she was far away from the man, but then he wouldn’t have an easy way in. He doubted Hope would be as pleasant to spend time with. Faith’s sister had a chill to her he’d seen in some of the most ruthless people he’d ever met.

He smacked at her breasts again, twice to each in rapid succession. Her nipples were rigid as hell.

“It’s been nice the last few years. After what happened in Ghana, we had a huge fight about opening the clinic in Liberia. I used the last of what my mother left me to do it. I couldn’t have kept it open without his help, and now my sister’s company is pledging vaccines and supplies. Please, please do that again.”

He raised the crop again and brought it down a bit harder, watching the blood rush to her chest, giving her the sweetest rosy flush. So her sister and father had recently shown an interest in the clinic. That was intriguing. He would take a second look at the clinic’s finances when it came to fundraising and the connection to Kronberg. The vaccines had come from there. Even though it seemed like there was no longer a connection between the clinic and the mob, he was still interested.

But he’d asked enough questions. He could likely keep this up for hours, but his cock was aching. Oh, he wasn’t going to use it on her yet, but he was definitely moving this play session along.

Play. He would remember the word. They were playing. He was playacting. Yeah, he was getting really good at fooling himself when it came to her. He gripped her ankles and dragged them up. She was fit and flexible, her body moving easily into the position he wanted it, legs almost to her chest. He could see her *, glistening and wet. All for him, and he knew what she liked.

When he looked back at her, trying to find trepidation or fear in her eyes, he couldn’t. There was only hot anticipation. Her hands curled around the ropes tethering her to the bed as though she was getting ready to hang on for a long ride.