Master No (Masters and Mercenaries, #9)(58)

“You’re so f*cking gorgeous, Faith. Do you have any idea what it does for me that you spread yourself wide and don’t fight me on what I want?”

If he wanted something that would hurt her, she would fight, but Master T had given her nothing but pleasure. She would give him a lot of leeway when it came to his own desires. And she wasn’t a shrinking violet to protest that sex was dirty and they should turn the lights off. Sex was natural, and it felt even more so with this man. Sex was necessary and she took it seriously. She wasn’t the most beautiful woman in the world, but every body was lovely in its own way. She truly believed that and she believed that thinking poorly of herself didn’t help anyone. If a lover didn’t like her body, he could find another woman.

She was rapidly wondering if it would have been the same with Master T. Would she have so easily sent him packing? Would she have felt some momentary regret that was quickly overcome with work? Or would she have mourned the loss of his potential?

The good news was he thought she was gorgeous and she felt that way. She felt like a pretty BDSM princess about to be taken by her Dom king. Ah, the fantasies she could play out with him.

A light happiness took over, mingling with the headiness of desire as she felt the heat of his breath.

“You look happy.” He was staring at her.

“You make me happy. I’m happy to be here with you.” She’d learned to acknowledge these moments. Moments she could hold in her heart when the times got bad again. They would go bad—everything did—but she would have a well of happiness to draw from.

“Then let me make you even happier.” He dragged his tongue over her clit and she nearly came off the bed.

Heat sizzled through her veins and her head dropped back. She had to hold on to the ropes he’d tied so sweetly around her wrists. It was a good thing, too, since she would likely be clutching his hair if he hadn’t. She would be shoving her pelvis up and trying to get him to lick and suck, and then she would get another spanking. So she was really glad for those ropes now. They enabled her to hold on and give him his way.

His big tongue ran over her *, dragging upward through her labia. He parted the petals and seemed intent on devouring her. So good. He felt so good. He sucked one side of her labia into his mouth with a juicy smack and then gave the other side the same treatment. All the while she could feel his fingers starting to breach her.

He teased his way inside as he sucked and licked the outside. She looked down and watched as his golden brown head worked over her. She couldn’t help the gasp that came from her throat when he scraped his teeth over her clit. The sensation screamed along her spine, making her want to beg for more.

“Tell me you like this.” It came out of his mouth as a command, a deep, husky order.

“I like this.” It was an easy order to follow because she was already kind of addicted to Master T’s brand of dominance. She usually had to give, to bend to the Dom, but Master T seemed to need exactly what she did. Dominance in the bedroom and a friendship outside of it. Maybe a real partnership. This was what she’d been looking for. She’d accepted less before, thought she had to compromise. This was perfection. “I love this. I can’t get enough of this.”

The smirk on his face did something to her heart. He was an arrogant man, but he needed her approval, her praise. As long as he kept it up, she would tell him how amazing he was on a regular basis. Hell, she would write him notes about how talented his tongue was.

His fingers foraged deep, curling inside her.

He found a rhythm that got her blood pumping hard. He found that perfect spot and she couldn’t stay quiet. Thank god he hadn’t given her any orders about silence because she screamed out as she came.

“That’s what I like to hear, darlin’.” He kissed her one last time and then got up to his knees.

Even in the haze of her orgasm, she had to stare at him. He was so gorgeous, with his cut body and handsome face. He reached for the condom, tearing it open and rolling it over his cock.

“Please, Master. Can you let me out of the bonds?” She wanted her arms around him, wanted to hold him.

He frowned as he stroked himself. “I like you like that. You look beautiful.”

There was something about the way he said it that made her wonder if he was telling the truth, but then he was pushing his cock inside her and she couldn’t think another second. He remained on his knees, his eyes on her as he tilted her hips up and started to force his way inside. “I like you this way, Faith. I like you vulnerable and needy. I want you to need my cock the way I need you. I’ve been needing you for weeks and weeks, and I don’t want to hold back another second. After tonight, you’re mine. For as long as this relationship lasts, you’re my submissive. You’re mine to take care of, to indulge, to f*ck exactly the way I like it.”

So full. He was pulling on her hips, impaling her with that big cock of his, and if she hadn’t been so aroused, it might have been too much. As it was, it felt like perfection. She relaxed and let him take over. “Yes, Master.”

“I won’t hold back anymore, Faith. I’m serious. I’m going to be on top of you three times a day.” His jaw was a hard line, arousal plain on his face. His hips flexed and she felt her body heat all over again.

How could he do that? How could he make her feel this way? “I won’t complain. I’ll take you as often as you want me.”