On Her Master's Secret Service (Masters and Mercenaries #4)(56)

Eve relaxed and let her legs fall open. They were facing away from the glass doors. No one could see what Alex was doing. And, again, it wasn’t like most of the people in the condo hadn’t seen her naked at one point in time.

She shivered a little as his big hand cupped her knee and started to make its way up her thigh. He was so warm, so big and safe.

“You need to really think about that safe word, pet.” His breath played along her skin. He was whispering, his lips brushing against the curve of her ear. “While we both agree on how to practice, we’re not going into this club as Alex and Eve. I have to be rough. I have to be completely in control. I have to play into what these men think D/s should be, and these are not nice men.”

He moved his knees apart, forcing her legs to spread further. A cool breeze hit her *, reminding her how nice it could feel to be completely naked. She wasn’t able to focus on all the reasons why it was wrong. Alex would keep her safe. Alex would watch their back while she got to relax and simply feel.

How easy it was to fall back into old habits.

“Don’t tense on me. I mean it, pet. If I have to retrain you, I will.”

Which meant spankings and not the erotic kind. She didn’t particularly want to spend the whole day with a sore backside. Alex meant to have his way, and when he got that tone of voice, there was no negotiating. She forced her muscles to relax, her brain to give over.

“Very nice. Such a good little pet. Have I told you how pretty you look today?” His fingers skimmed her labia, and she had to remind herself to breathe.

“No, Master.” Every word from his mouth just got her hotter. She could feel her * softening, getting slick and ready.

His fingers slid easily across her flesh, scraping her clitoris with erotic intent. “That was a mistake on my part. You look lovely, all soft and tousled. I like you like this. And I have to admit, I think the longer hair looks lovely. It isn’t a wig?”

How did he expect her to think when he was rubbing her clit in tight little circles? Except that was probably the point of this exercise. He was forcing her to think through the pleasure, to not forget that they were playing a part. “No. Serena had a friend of hers open her salon early, and she dyed my hair and gave me extensions.”

“Can I pull on them? You might like having your hair tugged on.”

He knew damn well it turned her on, but he seemed intent on pretending he didn’t. And she was close, so close. The tension was building deep inside.

“Do you like what I’m doing to your *, pet? Do you enjoy having my fingers on you? This is why I can’t have my sweet little pet wearing panties. I want access. I want to know that I can stroke you anytime I like. That’s the way this is all going to go from here on out. My way. I’ll have you when I want you, how I want you, and you will thank me sweetly for it at the end of the day.”

“Yes, Master.” She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out.

“That’s right. Keep quiet. I’ll tell you when I want you to scream for me.” His thumb stayed at her clit, but a finger slipped inside her, massaging her vaginal walls, stroking her in just the right place. “Today is going to be a learning experience for both of us. Let’s set some ground rules. No talking to the other men. I’m going to be very territorial about you. They’ll figure out quickly that I’m a possessive freak with violent tendencies and they should stay away from my sub. I need you to study everyone very carefully. Be submissive. Cling to me, but keep those ears open and your brain working. That’s what I need from you. If I need to leave you alone, I expect you to go to the kitchens and stay with Sean. Is that clear? You are not to be alone unless you’re in the women’s locker room, and even there I would prefer you take Kristen with you. Say ‘yes, Master.’”

She would say anything he wanted her to. “Yes, Master.”

A second finger joined the first. She could feel the thick line of his erection against her ass. Was this what he was planning on doing for the next several weeks? Was this his idea of keeping her in line? Because it was totally working.

“Come for me.”

Three words said in that low, gravelly voice of his and she went off like a shot. The orgasm rolled over her and Alex shifted, hugging her tight, his tongue licking the shell of her ear as she rode out the pleasure.

She sagged against him, every muscle soft and relaxed. Maybe this was his new version of working out.

“That was excellent, pet. You can get up now.” His arms came out from around her, and she felt the loss of his warmth.

With wooden legs, she moved from his lap. She’d kind of expected him to turn her around and order her to ride his cock. She smoothed out her robe and hoped she wasn’t too disheveled. “All right. I’ll go and get ready for the day.”

She sniffled a little as she moved toward the door. She’d tried to be kind, but she was confused as to where he was. He’d been professional, but then he’d gotten so intimate. Intellectually she understood the point of the exercise, but her heart was racing and her hands shaking and she just wanted to be held again.

“Eve?”

She turned back, every nerve wary. “Yes, Sir?”

“Master,” he corrected, his voice firm.

He obviously wouldn’t give her an inch. “Yes, Master?”

“I know we haven’t worked together in this capacity before and that might be a problem.”