Servicing the Target (Masters of the Shadowlands #10)(24)

“I’m all yours, Mistress.” His answer held determination—and his anticipation was like a dollop of whipped cream in her chocolate.

He’d experienced some of what she might do, and he wanted more.

She considered blindfolding him, but she really did appreciate the way he focused on her. Her eyes, her mouth, her muscles. Every jiggle of her breasts was noted.

Her nipples ached with anticipation.

Why not? She straddled him with a quick movement, avoiding his cock, and settling her ass on his stomach. Bending, she took his lips. Firm and enthusiastic. She controlled the kiss, taking what she wanted, and when she sat back, he let out a faint groan. Until she positioned herself to give him a nipple.

He’d been good until then, but now one hand gripped her ass, the other behind her back, pulling her down so he could suckle and lick vigorously. His mouth was hot, his lips soft, his tongue like a lash. Desire spiraled up her center until he could undoubtedly feel her dampness on his belly.

The second she pulled against his hold, he released her. And looked up so hopefully that she gave him her other breast.

“Mmm. You’re good at that, Benjamin.” Each suck of his mouth zinged straight to her clit. She found his flat male nipples, circled them with a fingertip until they jutted out, then pinched them cruelly enough his body went rigid beneath her.

Her body trembled in response. She needed…needed to move, to take him. Maintaining her control was more difficult than anything she’d ever felt before.

His tanned face was darkened with lust when she sat back to study him. She’d never met anyone more…unreservedly masculine, all steely planes and craggy features and solidly packed muscles. She ran a finger down his large nose, feeling the bump where it’d been broken in the past.

“Please. Mistress. I’d like to taste more.” His gaze slid down her torso. “More.”

So well said. She did appreciate a man who could be frank without being coarse. And he’d sent need churning in her veins with just a look and a few words.

“In a bit.” He deserved a little attention for himself…and, God, she wanted to explore all those muscles for herself.

After releasing his hair, she slowly kissed his scarred cheek, moving down. His jaw and neck held the light tang of sweat. A night’s worth of beard stubble rasped over her tongue, making her anticipate feeling that scratch elsewhere. Over his wide chest, his springy hair was the same tawny color as his hair. The way his thick pectorals were rock hard made her stomach flutter in a primal reaction.

As she tongued and nipped his flat nipples, she twisted and gripped his cock, enjoying the jerk and surge.

The man openly liked everything she did, and his enjoyment added to her restless hunger.

When her breasts dragged across his chest, his hips rose under her, adding another layer of anticipation.

She used her legs to push his apart and settled between his knees. The coarse hair of his thighs rubbed against her hips as if to emphasize the differences between them, to make her feel more silkily female.

A man’s smoothly waxed skin was nice. Somehow, she’d forgotten the textural pleasures of a more natural look.

When she bit his lean belly, he inhaled sharply and his erection pulsed. She soothed the spot with her tongue, licked the soft crease at the top of his thigh, and felt him quiver with his restraint.

Everything she did to him made him hotter—and did the same to her, like a tide coming in, rising higher with every set of waves. And yet, controlling him, the way he followed her directions, was a roaring storm of pleasure putting the whitecaps on the breakers, lashing her with need.

The head of his cock was velvet, the shaft was satin, and the tortuous veins bulged with blood. He had a lovely musky scent—totally intoxicating.

As she moved down and nipped his thigh, she could feel his struggle to not release. In fact, if she administered sharp pain right now, he’d come whether he wanted to or not. So tempting. She really, really fancied seeing him come again.

But she shouldn’t short herself this time. She had needs…and he’d expressed a desire to taste.

Wasn’t he lucky that she felt like granting his wish?

“All right, Benjamin. Let’s see how well you use that mouth and tongue.”

His brown eyes lit with anticipation, turning golden in the bright sunlight from the window. “Thank you, Jesus.”

“I prefer Goddess,” she said primly. Her whole body was humming with its own eagerness as she moved off him and onto her back.

His laugh was a guttural rumble, and he was over her before she could blink. So gorgeously virile, he simmered with heat.

As his powerful hands closed on her thighs, he paused. “I thought Dommes always sat on their guys’ faces.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sitting takes effort; I’ve been up all night.” She waved her fingers. “You work. I rest.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” His grip on her legs clamped down as if he feared she’d escape.

Would this giant of a man require instruction in the fine art of—?

His tongue touched her clit ever so delicately.

No instruction needed.

He maneuvered his way lower between her legs, opened her carefully, and ran his tongue over her clit, around, under, over. Teasing. Gradually increasing the force. Reading her body as sweetly as any slave she’d ever had.