Master No (Masters and Mercenaries, #9)(71)

She did as he asked, her knees moving apart with grace and offering up the petals of her sex for his perusal. Already they were soft and puffy with arousal. He could slide inside her body and ease his own need.

But that wouldn’t be much fun. Damn. Tag had ruined him for vanilla sex.

“You know there was a time when penetration was really all I needed,” he grumbled. “Now I need something more. I need you to moan for me.” He reached out and gripped a nipple hard, twisting it until he got what he wanted. A low moan came from her and the nipple was a lovely shade of pink. “Spread your legs wider, Faith. All the way.”

She moved her knees farther apart, as far as they would go. Her body was open to him, begging him to play with her. He sat back. There was no rush. There had always been a bit of a rush before. Sex had been something to get to, to drive toward. Now he finally realized sex was something to indulge in, to sink into and occupy for long stretches of time.

Faith didn’t speak, merely allowed him to stare at the beauty of her body. She was a work of art with her lovely breasts, pink-tipped nipples, soft skin. He took in the way her shoulders rounded, hair brushing her collarbone. He even liked her belly button and her knees. Parts of the body he never thought of as erotic were spectacular because they belonged to Faith.

“Tilt your pelvis up.”

Her hips moved, shifting so her * was slightly elevated. Full pink and coral colored petals were revealed. Glossy with her own arousal.

“You’re wet and ready to f*ck, aren’t you, Faith?” He asked the question in an academic fashion. He knew the answer but he really did like to hear her say the words.

“Yes, Master.”

“I’m not ready.” A lie. He could f*ck her hard, but he was in a mood. “My toy bag is back in the bedroom.”

“Should I go get it for you? I could do that.”

She would. She would happily run off and come back with all her favorite things. He wanted to get a little more creative. “I think I can find some things in here. This is a fully stocked office, you know.”

She ran her tongue over her lips. “I’m sure you have many interesting things, Master. But I could have the toy bag in here very quickly and you’ll probably need some condoms.”

“Oh, is my submissive trying to tell me something? What are you trying to tell me? That I don’t know what I’m doing? That I’m not prepared to take care of you anywhere we happen to be?”

Her skin flushed a pretty pink. “No, Master. Not at all.”

“I think you were. I think you don’t believe I can handle you without a set of perfect toys. I think I should teach you the error of your ways.” He reached over and opened the drawer, pulling out a foil-wrapped condom. “They’re all over the place. I made sure of it when I realized your enormous need to be f*cked.”

Her lips curled up in the most delicious grin. “Such a kind and thoughtful Master.”

“I’m going to be a creative Master.” He pulled out a couple of binder clips and started to work with them. They were super tight. He had to loosen them up to do what he wanted with them. Faith enjoyed a bite of pain, not being wholly consumed by it.

“What are you doing, Ten?” Her eyes had widened. Yes, that got his dick jumping.

He smirked her way. “Making some pretty jewelry for you, darlin’.”

“Oh, god.” Her pupils were so large he couldn’t tell where her irises began.

He worked the metal until he was certain he wouldn’t hurt her. Not too much. They would bite and pinch but not do any damage. “Stay still. I don’t want you to move. If you do, I’ll have to punish you and start all over again. Do you understand?”

She bit that bottom lip again. So f*cking sexy. “Yes, Master. I’ll stay still.”

He stood, the binder clips in his hands. Something had settled deep inside him and now he could focus on her. It was a good feeling to narrow his focus to her and only her. The world was a f*cking gorgeous place because it only included Faith. Her body, her pretty face, her sweet soul—they filled his world in those moments when he allowed himself to sink into topspace. He only topped her. He would only ever top her.

He would probably see her face right before he died. Even as an old man, he would see her like this.

He shoved aside the maudlin thoughts. Live in the now. She’d given him reason for that earlier. He snapped the clip her way, enjoying the way her nipples seemed to peak in anticipation. He gripped her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it. When he was satisfied with how round and hard it was, he slipped the clamp on.

She hissed and it was obvious she was stopping herself from cursing. A good thing since it would have given him the perfect excuse to punish her.

He gripped her other nipple. This wasn’t punishment. This was play. Hell, none of it was really punishment. He clamped her other nipple and then grabbed two more clips, these the larger of the two sizes found in his desk. He sat back down and began to work them, loosening them up.

“Master?” Her voice was a breathy huff.

He didn’t look up. He had work to do. “Yes, darlin’?”

“What are those for?”

He chuckled. “I think you know.”

“Master, I think we should talk about this.”

He glanced up, his eyes narrowing. “Where are we, Faith?”