Servicing the Target (Masters of the Shadowlands #10)(77)

“Oooooh, God.” Her body wouldn’t stop coming as she stretched around him. His thickness increased the sensations from the anal plug until his cock seemed to be vibrating as well. Her whole lower half spasmed with exquisite pleasure.

He was deep within her, his muscular body pressing down on hers, one arm beside her shoulder, the other cupping her cheek so he could watch her. “You feel very, very good, Jessica,” he said softly—and no lie was in his words or his gaze. He still wanted her.

The knowledge was heady. Wonderful. Sending her spiraling on a fountain of joy.

She wanted to hold him, to feel him, to be anchored before she floated away. She tugged at the ties holding her arms above her head. “Please, Master, can I touch you?”

His stern face softened, and he reached up and released her wrist cuffs with one hand.

Her arms went around his shoulders. Oh, she’d missed touching him, missed his weight on her. Stroking his back, she felt his iron muscles bunch and loosen as he moved.

More. She wiggled her restrained knees and looked up with an unspoken appeal.

His grin flashed, almost too fast for her to see. “No, little one. You’ll stay spread and open and will deny me nothing.”

Just his words made her clench inside.

Deliberately, he increased his pace, his thick shaft driving deep with each thrust.

His rhythm was ruthlessly compelling, and she felt her body gathering again into a sweetly rolling orgasm.

“That’s my kitten.” He gripped her face, holding her for a possessive and penetrating kiss, taking her mouth as he took her below. Under her fingers, his muscles tightened and then he drove deep, deep, and she could feel the spasming of his cock in the most intimate of sharing.

His gray eyes had never left hers. “I love you, Jessica. Never doubt it.”

“I love you, Master,” she whispered, holding him closer and letting herself drift.

Sometime later, she realized he’d cleaned her up, released her, and was now settling her on top of him. With firm hands, he molded her close, so not the slightest barrier came between them.

She could hear the slow thuds of his heart; her breathing rose and fell with his; his masculine scent surrounded her. And she gave a tiny sigh of perfect content.

In all the universe, this was her happy place.




Two hours had almost passed, so Anne was unsurprised to hear footsteps in the hallway outside the room she’d chosen. She looked up from her book.

Z walked through the door, wearing his usual black jeans and black shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His hair was damp from a shower, and his eyes were heavy-lidded with satisfaction.

Jessica had won the day.

He studied Anne silently, his face unreadable. “My submissive doesn’t have a devious bone in her body,” he said finally. “I didn’t test her loyalty by asking, but I would guess the advice came from you or Gabi.”

Oh. Damn. Meddling in another Dom’s affairs was considered ill mannered. Aiding a submissive to manipulate her Master? Especially when the Master was Z?

Hanging offense.

Admittedly, she’d hoped Z wouldn’t figure out she’d given Jessica more than babysitting services, but she’d known the possible consequences if he did. “I gave her the suggestion.”

His gaze stayed on her. “You had a reason. Might I know it?”

He knew her well, knew meddling wasn’t her style. “This is something you should discuss with your submissive.”

A corner of his mouth lifted. “We did. But your interference is between you and me, Dominant to Dominant. Explain, please.”

“Her talks with you had proven unsuccessful.” After a second, Anne added diplomatically, “Actually, I didn’t think waiting another week was unreasonable to be certain of safety.”

He nodded.

“However, after giving birth, women aren’t especially reasonable. She said she needed not only the sex, but also the intimacy and the power exchange that came with it. It appeared her frustration was rapidly turning to anger. Toward you.”

Z rubbed his face. “I understand. In this case, I appreciate the…intervention…although you might have simply spoken to me instead.”

“I offered. She refused that idea. Vehemently. You may ask her about it.”

“I will.” He walked over and picked up his daughter, snuggling her close with a kiss to her fuzzy head.

Arms empty, Anne felt the slow slide of envy.

Taking his extended hand, she let him pull her to her feet. After handing him Sophia’s diaper bag, she scooped up her purse.

At the door, she hesitated. “Are we good?”

“We are. Thank you for your care, Anne.” Laughter lit his steel-gray eyes. “I’m glad to see the Mistress hasn’t lost her touch—your advice was quite effective.”

“Good to know.” As they parted ways, Z back upstairs and Anne to the outside, she decided she’d have to check Ben’s reaction if he saw his Mistress taking her pleasure into her own hands.





Chapter Eighteen



“Day’s over. Head on in,” Ben shouted from Raoul’s patio.

Groans came from the dozen teenage boys on the beach.

“Here you go, Bronx.” A boy pitched the Frisbee into the waves. “Get it one last time.”