Master No (Masters and Mercenaries, #9)(73)

“These are going to be a bit worse,” he murmured as he looked down on her breasts. He was standing between her legs.

At least she’d followed orders that much. She’d held her body in the position he’d asked. He reached down and flicked her left nipple, making her hiss as sheer fire seemed to scorch her.

He sat down in his chair. “Come here and straddle me.”

She did what he asked without thinking. She wanted so badly to be close to him. She straddled him, easing down onto his lap. His cock was practically crawling out of his pants. Her Master was hungry, but it was obvious he wasn’t going to satisfy himself until he’d played for a while.

Should she listen to him about Hope?

She shoved the nasty suspicion aside. This wasn’t the place for it.

“You can scream if you need to.” A wicked smile crossed his gorgeous lips as he unclamped her right nipple.

She didn’t scream, but she did feel a tear slip from her eyes. The pain flared through her system as blood spiked back into the flesh. Her body warmed once more and Ten eased the eager bud with his lips and tongue. He was gentle with the nipple he’d tortured, his hands drawing her close before he did the same with the left.

He brushed his hands up her back to the nape of her neck and she could feel his power. Callused and rough, Ten’s hands were working hands, his body a marvel of masculine strength. He could crush her, could control her, but all he did was gently tug her down for a long, slow kiss.

Ten’s kind of dominance was the ultimate for her.

“You were a bad girl, Faith. You came when your Master told you not to.”

“My Master is very good with his tongue. It’s impossible not to come when my Master put his hands and tongue on me.”

“Not going to save you, darlin’, but I appreciate the try.” He drew her down again, kissing her long and slow.

Their tongues played and she couldn’t help but sigh against him. He enveloped her in these moments. She ceased to be Faith and became something else, someone who fit like a puzzle piece with him.

“I’m going to slap your ass silly, Faith.” He whispered the words like a promise against her lips. “I’m going to teach you not to disobey me.” He kissed her again, this time an affectionate peck. “Or maybe I’m going to teach you that it pays to disobey me. I’m not sure which.”

She’d been with Doms who couldn’t laugh, who preached the lifestyle like it was a religion. Again, in Ten she’d found her perfect fit. “Very likely, Master. Somehow your punishments always bring me pleasure.”

“Stand up. Hands behind your back. I’m going to make you uncomfortable before I bring you more pleasure. This is for me. I like to tie you up. I like the way you look when you’re bound and stretched for my pleasure.”

And she liked the way it felt. Her nipples still ached from the rough use, but she enjoyed the feeling. She liked the sensation and hoped it would last for a while, reminding her of how Ten had played with her. It was his form of worship. He worshipped her body with his mouth and hands and cock, with his dominance.

She stood and placed her hands behind her back. Was he going to get his bag now? He kept the rope in the leather kit he took with him to Sanctum. He used it around the condo, too. Her Master’s endless bag of wonders. He didn’t move to leave the room this time. Instead, he pulled the power charger out of the side of his laptop and then tugged the other side from the wall.

He’d told her he didn’t need fancy toys to discipline her. He’d definitely proved that with this session. She felt him begin to bind her hands behind her back. The cord was smooth, a little cool. Ten tied her tight, but not to the point of real discomfort.

That was coming next, she was sure.

“Bend over,” he ordered. “Lay your torso on the desk. I’m going to spank you until I’m satisfied, Faith. You have a safe word. Use it if you need to.”

He pressed on her back, his palm covering the skin between her shoulder blades. He moved her until she was flat against the desk, one cheek turned to the side. She could feel a bit of the moisture she’d left when he’d tongued her to completion. It was warm against her belly. And she was making more even as he moved around to the side of the desk. She glanced up and there was something in his hand.

A ruler. He was really playing up the office theme today. It was a slappy yardstick he must have had behind the desk.

She gave him a nice whimper because that really was going to burn.

The first whack nearly made her cry out. She took the pain, letting it morph into heat. Her Master meant business though. She’d barely had time to process when he struck again. Over and over she felt the slap of the ruler against her backside. He peppered her with smacks, lighting her skin on fire. She could feel the heat. She lost track of how many times he struck. He would stop every now and again, lightly rubbing a hand over her flesh, inspecting her before getting back to business.

Tears dripped from her eyes, cleansing and freeing. She relaxed, letting the ache take her where she couldn’t go alone.

The ache seemed to fade to a slow pulse. Her focus shifted, the world turning nice and fuzzy. This was a special place. She’d been here before, but it wasn’t the same as it was with him. Him. Her Master. Her Tennessee.

She was becoming addicted to him. Dangerously so, but she couldn’t seem to do anything about it. She wanted him too badly. She’d nearly panicked when she’d realized how poorly she’d handled things earlier. He’d retreated back behind that placid stare of his and she’d known if she let it go on, she would lose him—at least the part of him she was getting to know. The man didn’t let many people under his armor. She understood that, but she meant to be one of the few.