The Dom Who Loved Me (Masters and Mercenaries #1)(39)

Oh, yes, he wanted a kiss there. His cock was already rigidly erect and those butterfly kisses she touched to his shaft did nothing to help the problem. His slacks and boxers hit the floor as she gave his balls the same attention. God, they felt heavy. They were ready to go off at a moment’s notice, but he held back from shoving his cock in her mouth. She would let him, but tonight wasn’t about that. Tonight was about showing Grace he could handle her.

Guilt gnawed at Sean’s insides, but his cock didn’t seem to care. All his cock knew was that Grace was willing to play a little game. She kissed his balls one last time and then folded the rest of his clothes and put away his shoes. She sank back to her position and waited. Sean walked around to the bedside table where he had stored his purchases from earlier in the day. He took out the lovely clamps he’d bought with her coloring in mind.

“Up.” He only needed the one word, and Grace moved from the floor to the bed. She faced him on her white quilt. “Hands on your ankles, little one.”

Grace did as he asked. She couldn’t possibly know how much her trust meant to him or how very little he deserved it. She leaned back and clutched her ankles. It left her body completely open to him. Her breasts thrust out, and her knees opened wide giving him the loveliest view of her *. It was already creamy, and he hadn’t touched it yet.

He felt a satisfied smile tug at his lips. All he had to do to get Grace hot was feed her. Of course, he’d fed her himself. He’d made sure she was naked and then sat her in his lap and fed her each bite. He’d made sure she got an excellent meal along with a fine wine, and now it was time for dessert. Grace was definitely on the menu. Looking at her spread out like a feast for his taking, his guilt was getting crowded out by desire. God, he’d never wanted a woman like he wanted this one.

He reached out and cupped her breasts. The weight of them in his hands was already a thing of comfort and familiarity to him. Her skin was luminous in the low light of the bedroom. She looked so gorgeous it almost took his mind off what he had to do tonight. Sean looked over at her wine glass. It was half full. Sean wondered if that was enough. He couldn’t be sure.

He’d never drugged a lover before.

Sean took her nipple in his hands. It was already a hard point. It stood at attention and practically begged for him to take it between his teeth and tug. He wasn’t playing that way tonight. Sean rolled the pert thing between his thumb and forefinger and quickly attached the clamp. Grace gasped as the pretty clamp with small green crystals bit into her flesh. Sean methodically attached the matching clamp and looked at his work.

She would look pretty with rings. If he convinced her to pierce those gorgeous nipples, he wouldn’t have to take them out. They would always be there for him to play with. He could tug on them with his fingers or his tongue. He could run a small chain through them or attach little weights to stimulate them. He could walk her around a club wearing nothing but the jewelry he placed on her body.

For the first time in his life, Sean understood his brother’s fascination with totally immersive D/s. As he sat looking at his sub, he thought about owning her completely. If she was his slave, he would simply order her to quit her job and keep her safe at home where he could make sure no * like Matt Wright ever took advantage of her again. He could shield her from the world.

“Beautiful, little one.” He ran a finger from the base of her neck down her chest. He ran his finger over her warm flesh across the sweet little swell of her belly and down to that soft *. Grace shuddered slightly as his fingers swirled in her wet folds. The crystals on the clamps quivered slightly. Sean gave in to his fantasy. For tonight, she belonged to him, body and soul. “Who do you belong to, sub?”

“I belong to you, Sir.”

“And who do you serve?” His middle finger gently circled her clit. He made sure not to actually touch the pouting little pearl.

“I serve you, Sir.” The hitch in her breath let Sean know she wanted nothing more than that one touch he was denying her. Anticipation was the key to pleasure, that and patience.

“How do you serve me?”

“Any way you like, Sir.”

He couldn’t help but smile. She meant it. She would serve him any way he asked because she trusted him to never hurt her. He never would, not in any physical way. Her heart was another story altogether. Would it make a difference if he told her how deep he was in with her? That he’d never felt this much for another woman? Or would she just see it as one more lie he’d told her?

Sex. He’d bind her to him with sex. She’d be pissed when she found out the truth, but their relationship would have grounding. He was her Dom. He’d tell her to listen and she would, but only if he wrapped her in pleasure she knew she couldn’t get anywhere else.

He decided to start where he already was. He allowed his thumb to firmly rub her clitoris. That plump little nubbin quivered, and her cream coated Sean’s hand. Grace was biting her lip. He knew that his little sub was thinking of anything to get her mind off coming. She didn’t have permission, and she was obviously trying to be so, so good.

“Come for me, but quietly. I want not a word to pass those sweet lips or we’ll have some discipline.” He circled her clit, and her hips shook as she allowed the sensation to take her. Her breathy moans told him she’d enjoyed her orgasm. It was just a little starter orgasm, nothing compared to what he could give her, but the night was young. Grace was so responsive. He’d have her screaming by the time it was over. Then he’d get to discipline her. All just another part of the game.