Servicing the Target (Masters of the Shadowlands #10)(116)

She stood and pulled him to his feet. As she led him up the stairs, electricity flickered along her nerves like heat lightning.

Clothes dropped behind her. Behind him.

Feeling the stickiness of sweat and blood on her skin, she veered into the bathroom.

He stepped into her marble shower with her. She’d taught him how to bathe her, and he took over the task now, massaging her scalp and neck, shampooing and rinsing her hair.

His oversized hands were surprisingly gentle as he washed her body, kissing every battle mark. He traced over the painful bruises on her face and hip as well as the ones on her arms showing the blows she’d blocked.

The way his face darkened made her heart melt. He’d accepted that she could care for herself—and now she could see his protectiveness as a gift.

When he finished, she took the soap from his hand and did the same for him. His wet hair tangled, brushing against his thickly muscular shoulders.

Her hands moved down. Had she ever met anyone with such a gorgeous back? She traced her fingers across the hills and valleys of each muscle.

She kissed his neck, inhaling the clean scent. Under the light mat of chest hair, his pectoral muscles turned taut under her touch. His nipples were tiny points. When she stroked and counted the ridges on his abdomen, one ridge at a time—eight—she heard his teeth grinding together.

Eventually, she reached his cock and the very neatly trimmed hair around it. Such diligence should be rewarded. “Very nice, Benjamin.” She ran a finger around the base.

He made a pleasingly guttural sound.

And her need soared. “I’ve heard this part of the body must be kept very, very clean. I’ll do my best.” First, she soaped the straining erection, enjoying the slippery silkiness and how it tried to bob within her grip.

His balls, with their slight furriness, felt heavy and potent in her palms. She snorted. Very potent, actually.

“I think I’m clean, Mistress,” he muttered, bracing a hand on the wall.

Her clit was throbbing with its own demands, and her core ached to be filled with him. But more than that, her heart wanted his arms around her, his mouth on hers. She wanted to breathe him in, to burrow against his strength, to hold him and comfort him in return.

But not yet. Mistresses were stronger than that. And she had a…need…to push him.

“Ma’am,” he growled.

“Almost, my tiger. You’re almost clean enough.” She picked up her exfoliation mitt from the low bench and applied it to his shaft, gently at first, then slightly more vigorously, until he groaned as he struggled for control.

Lovely. Her body was humming with need, the hot shower cooler than the blaze of her skin.

In the bed, she had him stretch out, his poor reddened cock standing straight as a flagpole. “You want me to climb on, don’t you?” she asked, smearing the pre-cum on the head.

Oh, the joys of having the control in her hands, to have the fun of teasing and taunting the guard dog.

And how she loved him. Unable to resist, she bent to take his lips. He gave to her so freely, even as his hands rubbed her shoulders, stroked her arms, fondled her breasts.

When she lifted her head, his glowing eyes were the color of old amber. “More, please.”

“Don’t worry, my tiger. I’m going to give you more.” She opened her bedside table. The first thing to come out was the lube.

He tensed slightly.

“I have a desire to possess all of my domain.” She chose a toy he hadn’t experienced before. It formed a long curve, made up of a combination of cock and ball rings that terminated in an anal plug.

Tonight, as their previous behaviors were being altered, she needed to prove to herself that here in bed, he was happy as her submissive. “Bend your knees Benjamin.”

She loved the rush of color into his face, the conflict in his gaze. She could almost read the battles going on in his mind. He hated having anything in his ass, even as he craved how powerfully he got off with anal play. And the act of being penetrated was both humiliating— which he hated—and submissive, which he desired.

But when it came down to it, he’d do as she requested because he was hers. He loved to please her. Did he have any idea how much she felt the same?

He hadn’t moved. “Bend.” Gripping his cock, she tugged a warning.

His muscled legs lifted.

“Very good.” Smiling, she applied cool lube to his * in preparation. Then she started attaching the device. Modified to her specifications—with him in mind—the stretchy ring fastened around the base of his cock.

His shaft seemed to enjoy the attention.

Farther down the curve was the adjustable ring that wrapped around high on his ball sac, forcing his heavy testicles downward. Preventing them from drawing up against his groin. His gaze was on her face, so hot, so intent…with a lovely edge of worry.

The front half of the device was for the cock and balls. The rest of the arc was all about the prostate and made of firmer material.

Right after the ball ring was a vibrating bump that would press against the taint—the outer prostate area located between his balls and anus.

He made a faint sound when the vibrations hit there.

And for the grand finale… With a wicked smile, she slowly eased the anal plug in. Longer than two inches, the rounded end was perfectly designed to stimulate the prostate from the inside.