Sanctum (Masters and Mercenaries #4.5)(10)

“See,” he complained. “Now I can’t tell where I spanked you. You’re red all over. I can always tell when you’re embarrassed, Jill. Are you worried I’ll see how aroused you are?”

“Jerk.” He didn’t have to mention it. “Are you done, yet?”

“Are you satisfied?” Ryan retorted. He flipped her over suddenly and pulled her legs until they were hanging off the table.

“What are you doing?” Jill’s head came up, and she watched as he got on his knees. The massage table had been adjusted perfectly. His face was right in line with her *.

His gray eyes were filled with amusement as he placed her feet on his broad shoulders. “I told you, Jill. Aftercare.” He leaned in and swiped at her wet *. His tongue swirled in an outrageously intimate kiss. “You didn’t expect me to leave you like this. You’re so wet, baby. You need to come. God, I’d nearly forgotten how wet you can get. It’s so f*cking beautiful.”

“Oh, God,” Jill breathed as he used that talented tongue on her. He licked her up and back. He licked from her clit almost all the way back to the rosette of her ass. She was helpless against the pleasure he brought her. She watched his head working between her legs.

“No, baby, it’s Ryan,” he murmured against her labia. He chuckled, the sound a vibration against her flesh. “I like the way you used to shout out my name when you came. I want to hear it again. I’ve been waiting to hear it for a f*cking year and a half.”

He breathed her in. Jill loved the way he did it. He really seemed like he reveled in her scent.

“I haven’t slept with another woman since you left me, Jill,” he confessed while he gently swiped up and down with his tongue.

“I didn’t leave. You gave me away.” She wished he would leave the deep relationship talk for another time. She was past caring about embarrassment. She wanted to come. It had been so long.

“Let’s not talk about that now, baby. I’m here. You’re here.” He pressed a finger deep inside her. She felt her muscles clench around him. “This is a beautiful *, sweetheart. I love it naked.”

He used his fingers to part the lips of her *, revealing the jewel on her clit.

“I also love the way this little pearl begs for my attention.” He grazed it with his pinkie. “I dream about this piercing.”

She was still wearing the barbell with a diamond inlay that he’d given her when she’d gotten the piercing. She’d thought about taking it out, but somehow, she’d found comfort in it. Like he was still there, still touching her.

Jill let her head fall back. She knew she should protest. She should push him away, but it had been far too long since she’d felt anything like this. She pressed her feet against Ryan’s shoulders, spreading herself further for his feast. She was utterly shameless in her desire to have this man bring her pleasure.

“You taste so f*cking good, Jillian,” Ryan growled.

He lapped at her clit, little tantalizing movements that just made her want more. She lifted her hips, trying to force him to stroke her with more strength.

Ryan slapped her already tender ass. She whimpered. “I’ll give you what you want. But we play by my rules when it comes to sex. Who is your Master in the bedroom, Jillian?”

“Please.” She heard herself begging. She didn’t want to say it. It was true, but she didn’t want to admit it.

“Give me what I want, and I’ll see to you.” Ryan’s voice was hard. She could hear the discipline in his tone. He really would deny her if she didn’t obey. It pissed her off and made her even hotter. “Who is your Master, Jillian?”

“You are,” she said. The anger could wait for later. For now, she needed. She only knew that if he stopped, she would die. It was nothing less than the truth, she reasoned a little bitterly. He was her Master. He could get her to do anything he wanted.

“And what’s my name?”

She smiled slightly. He liked the sound of his name. He didn’t want her thinking of anyone else when he was f*cking her. “Ryan. My Master’s name is Ryan.”

“Yes, Jillian, and I promise to be a good Master.” She felt his fingers pressing against her entrance again. “We can play here. We can run scenes together. God, baby, we can f*ck all we like here. It’s going to be so good.” He hooked two fingers up, seeking out her G-spot. While he f*cked her with his fingers, he leaned forward and sucked her throbbing clit between his teeth.

“Ryan!” Without thinking about it, she gave him what he wanted. She cried out his name. The orgasm raced across her skin. Her whole body was suffused with pleasure. In that moment when she came, she could only think of one thing that would make it better. If they were back in his condo, safe and warm. If he could pick her up and cuddle her in front of the fire.

Ryan pulled her up and into his arms. She felt ridiculously relaxed. It wasn’t hard to let him hold her. He pulled her close and kissed her sweetly. She could taste herself on his lips. It was tangy and arousing. His warm skin against hers reminded her how long it had been since she’d been held.

“You really are perfect, Jillian,” he said softly. His hand made gentle circles on the skin of her back. “What do you say? I can have Ian draw up a contract. We’ll keep it to the club. We can have so much fun, baby.”