Master No (Masters and Mercenaries, #9)(74)

“Have I lost you?” His hand trailed up her back.

She sighed. “Happy place.”

“Ah, your backside is a lovely shade of hot pink, but my sweet sub is in her happy place. Have I mentioned how much your freak flag turns me on? I’m going to help you get on your knees.” He lifted her up, turning her in an easy show of strength.

Her whole body felt languid as she drifted to the floor, her knees hitting the soft carpet. He stood over her, his hands finding her hair and tugging lightly, gaining her attention.

“You’re not done yet, Faith. Not even close. Pay attention.” He worked the fly of his jeans, shoving them off his hips and freeing his cock.

That gorgeous monster sprang out, bobbing in front of her face. She licked her lips at the thought of torturing her Master for a bit. She leaned forward. Without the use of her hands, she had to concentrate on staying upright and getting her very important work done. That cock needed some affection.

She licked at the head, satisfied when she heard a long groan from her Dom.

“That’s what I’ve needed all damn day.” His hands found her hair again, this time sinking in with a gentle bite.

If she was happily in subspace, it looked like her Master was deep into topspace. She licked the round head of his cock as he planted his feet and settled in. His fingers ran over her scalp before tugging again.

“Lick me. Run that hot tongue all over me, Faith.”

She did as he asked, licking him from base to tip before lightly sucking the head. She tasted the salty goodness of the pre-ejaculate already seeping from the tip. Spanking her had gotten her Master as hot as it had her.

He took it for a few moments. He allowed her to explore, running her tongue over the silky skin covering his dick. She let her tongue find the smooth surfaces, the ridges and hollows, learning his cock and the way he tasted. She licked him over and around until she made her way down to his balls. They were already tight against him, preparing to give up their juice.

“Fuck,” he muttered when she began to lick the heavy sacs. “You’re the sadist, darlin’.”

She didn’t bother to mention what that made him. It made him perfect for her.

He tugged on her hair, pulling her up. “Suck me, Faith. If you don’t, I’ll find something worse than the ruler. Trust me, I can find something nasty to slap your ass with if I don’t get what I want.”

He was staring down at her, heat in his eyes.

“What do you want, Master? I want to make sure I give you exactly what you need.” He always made her ask for what she wanted because he loved to hear her talk dirty. She kind of craved it from him, too. She loved the way his Southern accent made everything sound so polite, even the nastiest of demands.

“I want to f*ck your mouth, darlin’. You relax and let your Master have your mouth. You want to do that for me, don’t you?”

Hell, yes. She simply gave him a sweet smile. “I want to please my Master in any way he would like.”

His hands tightened in her hair, right to the point of discomfort. A sweet burn along her skin that brought her back to him. “I’m going to hold you to that. Until we get on a plane for that island, I’m going to keep you naked and ready to take my cock.”

He didn’t wait for her to reply. He lined up his cock and began to press inside. He fed her his cock, pushing past her lips.

So full. He was a big man and she had to open wide. She let him move her, guiding her up and down on his dick. She whirled her tongue over and around, fighting the tight fit. She relaxed and opened her jaw wider, taking him deeper.

She could barely breathe, but that was all a part of this particular game. How much Tennessee could she handle? She intended to handle all of him. Every last gorgeous inch.

Faith worked with him, letting him f*ck her mouth. He found a hard, relentless rhythm. She hummed around his flesh, adding another layer to the sensation he would feel.

It seemed to break something in Ten. He growled and his hips moved faster, pushing her harder. He thrust in until his cock found the back of her throat, and he held her there as he began to come.

She swallowed around him, taking in everything he had to give her. He filled her mouth, nearly drowning her in his essence. She drank him down, licking and sucking even as he softened.

“Do you know how you make me feel?” His voice was a low growl, his hands softening in her hair.

She kissed his cock again. “I hope I make you feel as beautiful as I do when you’re around.”

He stepped away and pulled up his jeans. “You make me feel like a king. When I f*ck you, I’m the king. I’m powerful and wanted. That’s how you make me feel. You remember that. Always. No one ever made me feel the way you do.”

She stayed where he’d left her, her body flush with pleasure. This was what she could give to him. This and one other present. She’d called Ian Taggart earlier. Theo’s brother had been happy to take her credit card information and her request.

She would let this man know how wanted he was if it was the last thing she did. Whether or not they were together three months from now, she wanted him to know how special he was.

“I’m going to treat you like a king when we get to the island, Master.” She was going to take the next few weeks and figure out if they could make this work. Figure out if he was the one worth coming back home for. She loved her work, but she wanted to love someone else more.