Sanctum (Masters and Mercenaries #4.5)(22)

He took the steps to the big stage in one leap, so eager to get to her he couldn’t stand it. She was here and she was naked and submissive, and he couldn’t believe that didn’t mean what he thought it should mean.

“Jillian?”

Her head came up slightly, that devilish light he’d always loved in her eyes. “Yes, Master?”

“Baby, what’s going on here?” He wouldn’t believe until she just flat out said it.

“It’s been brought to my attention that perhaps our first contract was improperly worded. We needed something more to make it clear exactly what your sub needed.”

That contract had been fifteen pages long. He’d put everything he could possibly think of in it. He’d delineated every responsibility he could think of. “What did I leave out?”

McKay was suddenly beside him, holding out a piece of paper. “She’s had a contract prepared. I’ve never written one based strictly on a sub before. It’s quite brief, but if you sign it, you get full rights to her tonight and every night from now on. She’s signed one with the exact same requirements.”

He looked down at the contract Jillian had made out. It was a very simple document.

The Dominant will love the submissive forever. The Dominant will never leave the submissive. The Dominant will share life’s bounty and its sadness with the submissive. The Dominant will hold on to the submissive and gain comfort and love from her and only her.

The words swam in front of his eyes because this wasn’t really a contract, or rather it wasn’t just a D/s contract. “These sound like marriage vows, Jillian.”

“Yes. They do.”

“I’ll expect you to wear my ring then.” And his collar. That went without saying.

“I’ll expect you to stand in front of a preacher with me.”

God, he loved that bratty tone. He’d been wrong. So f*cking wrong. He reached down and put his fingers under her chin, tilting her head up to meet his eyes. “I wish I could go back. I stole those years from us. It was ours, this struggle I’ve been through. It belonged to you as well as me because this is our life. I promise you, from this moment on, I will share every single second with you. I will share every moment of joy and every single heartache, and the joy will be greater and the heartache less because you’re here with me.”

“I stole that time from us too, Ryan. I love you. Forgive me.”

He placed his hand on her head, loving the silky feel of her hair beneath his. “Always.”

“Ahem.”

Damn. He’d forgotten that McKay and Taggart would want that damn contract before they did anything on Sanctum’s stage. It was the easiest contract he’d ever signed. He scrawled his name on the bottom line because he was ready to get to the good stuff.

He leaned over and brushed his lips against hers. His life settled back into place. He’d thought losing his business had been the thing that set him off course, but that had been a wrong turn. She was the destination, the only thing that mattered. Success was something a real man defined for himself, and seeing her waiting for him made him the most successful man he knew.

“Lean forward, baby. It’s a count of twenty.” He couldn’t miss her smile as she moved gracefully into position, that gorgeous ass in the air. He’d missed this so much, the deep connection he’d only felt with her. He let his hand caress her, adoring her every curve, his cock pulsing in his leathers. He ran his hands everywhere, inspecting her, staring at her * and her ass. He let his fingers drift to her *, already silky and wet. The scent of her arousal could drive him mad. “Who does this belong to?”

No hesitation from his girl. “It belongs to my Master. Everything I have belongs to him and no one else.” She could be such a good girl when she wanted to, and so sweetly bad as well. “Who does your cock belong to?”

He smacked her ass because that belonged to him too. “Watch your tone, baby.” But he was smiling as he said it. “And it belongs to you. Only you. It hasn’t touched another woman since the day I laid eyes on you.”

He started his discipline, secure in the knowledge that Jillian loved this. She loved the play, the spanking, the teasing, the torture. She counted out his every smack in a breathy voice that let him know she was losing herself in the play. Over and over he smacked that gorgeous ass. Her skin flushed a lovely pink, and he could see her * glistening and preparing itself for his cock.

Her head dropped forward as they reached seventeen and she moaned a little between spanks, but she hadn’t forgotten any of her training. She remained spread wide for her Dom, her ass only swaying slightly as she bore his discipline.

When he was done, he let his fingers find their way to her *. So f*cking ripe. So ready. His fingers slid easily through her labial lips, parting them and teasing their way into her *. A little gasp puffed out of her mouth.

“Tell me something, Jillian. How lonely have you been since we’ve been apart?” He knew the answer to the question. Ashley had told him she’d been a nun since she’d returned home, but he wanted to hear the words.

Her spine shivered as the pad of his thumb found her clit. “Well, I didn’t f*ck Keith if that’s what you’re asking.”

He couldn’t help it. He laughed. Damn. He’d missed laughing. “You are going to pay for that smart mouth, baby. But tonight I’m giving you a pass because I need you too much. Tomorrow is another story entirely. Tomorrow I’m going to plug that sweet * of yours. Whether or not I get out the ginger lube is up to you.”