Master No (Masters and Mercenaries, #9)(57)

“This isn’t about punishment, Faith. I’m not really that Dom. I want to give you what you need and I think you need this.” God knew he did. He brought the crop down on her round cheeks, the sound whipping through the air and then cracking. Her skin pinkened immediately. He brought it down again and again, finding a rhythm. She was completely vulnerable to him in this position. There was nothing she could do. She’d placed herself at his mercy, and the thought caused his dick to jump. So soft and sweet, and she had no idea how hungry the big bad wolf really was. He was going to eat her up. He would devour every last bite.

He brought the crop down again and again, sensitizing her skin. The moans and groans that came from her told him it was working. She was breathing in pants, but she didn’t fight him in any way. Faith wanted this. She needed this to feel whole and alive, and he felt more connected to her in that moment than he’d ever felt to another person. There was almost a flow of energy that began with each stroke, a wave he started and she gave back to him.

When her tears began to flow, he eased up and touched her heated flesh. “Is it enough?”

She sniffled and nodded. “I loved it, Master. I love that I’ll feel it tomorrow, and all day long it will be like you’re with me.”

He let her legs drop, the words filling him with some unnamable, unwanted emotion. He didn’t want to feel so soft around her, so f*cking protective. He wasn’t sure he could walk away from her, and that was a very bad thing.

He shoved it all out. One night. A week or two tops. He would convince her to go out to the islands early so they would avoid her father. He would get the information and then find a way to ease out of her life.

Or he would send her father to hell, get his position back at the Agency, and she would never know he was the one behind it all. He was good at covering his tracks and there would be no public trial for the senator. No jail time. The Agency would end him quietly, and Ten might even let someone else do it. Plausible deniability. He could tell Faith what he wanted about his job and see her when he could.

It might work.

He didn’t care tonight. He wanted to get inside her.

“My time now, Faith. This is my time and you’re going to obey me. Am I understood?” He was the one panting now because she was so ready for him. So f*cking ready for him.

“Oh, yes, Master.” She spread her legs, inviting him inside.

That was an invitation he didn’t intend to refuse.





CHAPTER NINE



Her whole body felt like a live wire. When Master T had held her ankles and forced them up, leaving her backside available to the smack of his crop, she’d nearly cried out in pleasure then and there. It had been so long since she’d felt like this, felt herself sinking into subspace, giving up all the tension and stress and emotion of the last several months to the whack of a crop. Most people wouldn’t understand and she’d stopped trying to explain it, but the pain freed her somehow. The pain allowed her to float for a while, unencumbered by what she’d seen and experienced before.

And the man brought her right back down to earth. She could admit that in the past she’d sometimes traded sex for dominance. It wasn’t that the sex hadn’t been decent. Her partners tended to be knowledgeable and experienced, but sometimes she would rather float than be in the moment with them. It was selfish, but then both partners had known the score.

She wanted to connect with Master T. She wanted this to be more than sex, more than a trade between them, so she forced herself to focus on him.

He’d given her so much, and she needed him to know that she was fully in the moment with him. When she spread her legs, making a place for him at the core of her body, she was satisfied with the way his eyes flared and how quickly his hands went to the laces of his leathers.

She watched him with greedy eyes as he kicked out of his boots and shoved the leathers off his lean hips. He was a beautifully made man. Even the scars did nothing but give him character. Without them, he would be too perfect, almost untouchable, as though he needed the imperfections to remind his lovers he required affection and a soft touch.

His cock sprang free and she realized that touch hadn’t lied to her. Master T was a big guy on every level. His cock was long and thick, jutting up toward his navel. She wanted to touch him, to feel the silky skin covering that erection and taste the pearly pre-ejaculate that clung to the head. Her palms nearly itched with the need to touch him, but this was his time. She would give him what he needed even if it was a quick, hard f*ck to satisfy the obvious ache in his dick. He’d been so patient with her. She could do the same for him.

He reached over and dragged open the nightstand drawer, pulling out a condom and tossing it on the bed.

He was going to take her. It would be rough and hard. Like the man himself, and she would simply ride that wave and give him everything she had.

He climbed on the bed, his muscles working like a predatory cat’s. Lean, strong, graceful. There was a darkness about the man that she might never be able to penetrate, but it drew her to him like a moth to the flame.

His hands went to her thighs, pressing them open. When she thought he would reach for the condom, he dropped to his belly, his mouth above her *.

Her whole body tightened. God, he was going to kiss her. He was going to tongue her and taste her. This was what he considered “his time.” She kind of thought she was going to seriously enjoy his time.