Master No (Masters and Mercenaries, #9)(72)

“We’re green. Still green. Oh, are you really going to clamp my clit?”

“Nope. Not at all. So you can relax.” He was a bastard and he knew it. He was also ready. He dropped to his knees in front of her. The desk put her * right at the perfect level. “I’m not going to be so mean to your clit. I’m going to clamp your labia.”

He parted her *, sectioning it off. Too wet. She was so wet. Something had to be done about that. He leaned over and dragged his tongue over her. So sweet. He loved the way she tasted. He could f*cking eat her * for hours and never get his fill. She mewled and whimpered above him, but it was all sweet background noise. He slid the first clamp on and went to work on the other side, cleaning her with his tongue before easing the clip on.

Perfect. She was held wide for him. This way he could see the pinks and corals of her flesh, appreciate how her clit strained from its hood. It was a perfectly creamy pearl, begging for his attention.

“How do you feel, Faith?”

“Open. Vulnerable. So hot I can hardly stand it.”

“But you will stand it, won’t you? You’ll take it for me.”

“Yes, Master. I’ll take it for you. The clamps make me ache, Master.”

Likely in more ways than one. She was so beautiful like this, straining to maintain her composure, on the cusp of sexual pleasure. Her * continued to be coated with the sweet honey of her arousal. He eased a finger inside her. He knew damn well it wasn’t enough. It was a tease.

“Can you tell me what you want, Faith?”

“You. I want you.”

“Oh, I want you, too, darlin’, but I need specifics. This position, these toys, what do they make you want?” He’d selected them for a purpose, but he needed to know if they’d done their job properly.

Her voice was shaky, proving how on the edge she was. “I want your tongue. Please, please put your tongue on me. Suck on my clit. Please, Master.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” He added a second finger, curling up inside her. He knew exactly where to touch her to get her moaning. His fingers slid easily in and out. So wet. No other woman had ever responded to him so readily, so generously.

He’d clamped her so he could easily get to her clit. He wanted her aware of her body, wanted her to feel him as though he was touching her everywhere the clamps bit into her flesh. As though it was his fingers or teeth making her nipples and labia throb.

He finger f*cked her, the muscles of her * tightening around him. She was close, but he wasn’t done with her.

“Faith?”

She groaned as though she knew what he was going to say. “Please.”

“You aren’t allowed to come.”

“Oh, god, Tennessee. I’m so close.”

“Then you should work very hard to back off from the edge or it’s going to be an awfully long night for you.” It was so fun to torture her like this. It was a game. He knew what real torture was and this was a game between lovers, something to bond them.

He sucked her clit into his mouth and decided to be a bastard. He stroked her sweet spot with unerring accuracy and gave her a hard suck. Still, she was valiant, whimpering above him.

More. She needed more.

He gave her one more finger. She was tight around him. Slow and steady won this race.

“I can’t, Master.”

Of course she couldn’t. He’d set her up to lose this round, but it was a game where no one really lost.

He flattened his tongue, licking up her cream, and a soft gasp let him know he’d done what he needed to.

Faith screamed out his name as she came around his fingers, her tangy taste exploding on his tongue.

Satisfaction rode him as he brought her down gently. He knew the punishment he wanted from his pretty bondage princess and it would be a while before she came again. So he let her enjoy, licking and sucking until he’d had his fill.

He backed off and Faith was flushed to a sweet pink, her whole body affected by the sex.

“Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you?”

She shook her head.

“Good. You know I like to surprise you.” His dick tightened and he got ready to play.





Faith could still feel the blood pounding through her body. It had been a wildfire in her system. The clamps bounced as Ten stood up, his hands on her knees. He looked like a decadent god standing over her. A sex god. Nothing had ever felt quite as good and right as submitting to Tennessee Graham.

Though it was rough on her pink parts.

“Before we get to your punishment, I’m going to take these off because despite what numerous people might say about me, I’m not a sadist. Take a deep breath.” He released the first clamp on her labia, leaning over to immediately suck the flesh tenderly into his mouth.

There wasn’t a ton of pain. Ten had worked the large clamps so they were really only there to draw the flesh back and reveal her clit. She sighed as he moved to the other side, giving her the same sweet treatment there. His tongue felt so good. Even after the orgasm he’d given her, she could feel her body begin to heat all over again. She had a never-ending capacity to take pleasure from this man.

Of course, she was going to have to work for it this time, but then he’d known damn well what he was doing to her, known that she couldn’t possibly hold out against such an overpowering assault to her senses.