Servicing the Target (Masters of the Shadowlands #10)(44)

“All right, Benjamin. I think you’re ready, and I’ll even give you a choice today. Do you want me to ride you or do you want the top?”

Could he talk without shouting? He breathed out—and swore he could still feel her fingernails on his nipples. “Top. Please. Mistress.”

Her disconcertingly strong, delicate hands stroked up and down his thighs. “So be it. When I release the last strand and after I put a condom on you, you may let go of the headboard and jump me.”

Her lips curved in an innocent smile, as if she’d just agreed he could have a cookie rather than permitting him to f*ck her senseless. She was screwing with his mind as easily as she’d tormented his body. Sadist.

And he’d never been so hard in his damned life. What did that make him?

She, ever so slowly, unwound each leather strip, and he felt the blood rush back into his dick, like the ocean at high tide. His eyes strained as he watched her finally, unhurriedly undo the last strand.

She rolled a condom onto him, inch-by-f*cking-inch.

Her gaze met his.

He was on her so fast she didn’t have a chance in hell of resisting.

Like a mindless barbarian, he tossed her on her back, shoved her legs open, and speared her in one brutal move. As all that heat sheathed him, he froze, teetering on the edge.

He hadn’t lost control like that since he’d been a teenager.

Snugged up tight to his groin, his balls throbbed with the pressure of an imminent explosion.

Sweating, he fought himself back. If she moved—moved at all—he’d go off.

She didn’t move.

With a slow inhalation, he backed away from the precipice and opened his eyes.

Her rich brown hair tumbled gloriously over the pillow. Her face was flushed with heat. And her eyes were filled with approval as she smiled at him. “I’m impressed, guard dog.”

“You should be,” he growled. “I may never walk again.”

At her laugh, her cunt constricted around him, and he sucked in air. Not yet. Please. Jesus, when he started thrusting, he wasn’t going to last long at all. “I want you to come too. First. But—”

“Benjamin, if you didn’t get off quickly now, I’d consider myself a failure.” She grinned and picked up a remote control box from beside the pillow. “You probably didn’t notice, but I’m going to help out here.”

A small buzzing started, and he felt the vibration on his pubic bone. He lifted up slightly. Carefully. She wore some triangle thing that covered her clit and vibrated. Fucking awesome…but when had she put it on?

“Do I get the remote?” he asked hopefully.

She actually laughed. “No.”

Damn, he liked a woman who knew her mind. And his.

As the vibrator worked its magic, he watched a flush creep up her chest, her neck, her face. Propping himself up with one hand, he used the other to enjoy her breasts. She filled his big hand just right—so firm and round. Her nipples were as rigid as small bullets. He plucked them, rolled them, making them lengthen, and enjoying the hell out of her soft sounds of enjoyment.

Her cunt tightened around him.

Almost. Almost.

“Can I get you to put your legs around my waist, Ma’am?” He totally wanted her elegant little heels thumping just above his ass when he started hammering into her.

She looked up at him in consideration. Still in control—the woman was superhuman.




Anne had to admit, it was getting difficult to think. She was damned close to coming with the butterfly vibrator on high and all that thickness of him inside her. The man was truly hung like a bull.

He’d asked her something—to move her legs. Right. She felt herself tightening, the pressure growing. She could give in to his request. To some extent. She cleared her throat. “If you hang onto the headboard with one hand, you may do anything you want with my legs.”

His answer was a growl of appreciation. He yanked her left leg up to his waist and grabbed the headboard with his right hand. After moving his knees apart for better balance, he put his left arm under her right knee, lifting and spreading her, surging even deeper.

Her fingernails dug into his skin at the glorious sensation.

As he slid his cock out slowly, his jaw went tight. “I can still feel every wrap on my dick,” he muttered, making her laugh.

His tanned face darkened with lust as he deliberately penetrated her, pulled back, thrust in faster. And ground his pelvis against the butterfly over her clit.

The last straw.

Oh God. The coiling pressure in her core clenched like a fist, encountered his heavy shaft, and exploded, battering across her senses with thunderous waves of pleasure.

Her hips bucked and even in the middle of her orgasm, she heard his, “Fucking hell.” And then her leg was lifted higher, and he started hammering into her. Deep. Hard. Powerful. The entire bed rocked as he kept his grip on the headboard, as his huge body rammed into her.

With an ear-ringing rush, she went over again, the pleasure consuming her. God, she’d never felt anything like it.

As her vision cleared slightly, she nuzzled his neck, kissing the white scars, and then ran her fingernails down his chest to find—and pinch—his nipples.

He roared…and slammed into her, rocking the bed with each thrust.

Something cracked—and the bed tilted diagonally.