The Dom Who Loved Me (Masters and Mercenaries #1)(68)

“One.”

Immediately the crop came down again, the sound cracking through the room like thunder. Tears pooled in her eyes, making the world a soft, watery place. She let her head fall forward as the second stroke lashed across her. “Two.”

She’d always wondered. She’d always dreamed of this. She knew it was a perversity, but something about the way the pain became heat and the heat became pleasure made Grace feel free. This was what she’d been looking for. It wasn’t about the pain, exactly. It was about trusting him enough to give over. She didn’t have to think or worry in this place. She was only allowed to feel.

Sean had perfect rhythm. He seemed to know exactly what she needed, and Grace was strangely grateful to him. After so many years of bottling up the need, she let herself float.

“Five,” she said as the fifth stroke came. She bit her teeth against it and then let the heat flow.

The crop came down over and over. Her count continued, moving past ten and eleven into twelve. Her own voice seemed far away now, as though it wasn’t really a part of her. Now she was in a place where nothing mattered but that sweet heat and the rush of arousal that caused her * to throb. The world and all its worry receded, and she could concentrate on feeling.

“Nineteen.”

She panicked a little, coming out of her safe place. One more and she had to give him up. One more and she had to be alone again. The crop came down, and she couldn’t say it. She couldn’t give him that final number that marked the end of them.

He didn’t wait for it. She heard the crop hit the floor and felt his hands skim the cheeks of her burning ass.

His lips pressed into the curve at the base of her spine, and it felt too sweet to fight. He ran his mouth all along her back, depositing kisses along the way. When he got to the nape of her neck, his mouth nuzzled her. His body cradled her. He cupped her breasts, his cock nestling in the cheeks of her ass. His mouth found her earlobes and licked and teased them.

“I need you, Grace.” He plucked at her nipples, the sensation making her moan. He rubbed his cock against her. “I need you so much.” His hands skimmed down her body and found the V of her thighs. “You’re so wet. You’re so wet for me.”

His fingers slid easily into her *. She was soaking wet. Her clit quivered with every pass of his hand. He f*cked a single finger into her as his cock pressed between her cheeks.

And she couldn’t fight him. She wanted him. She wanted one last time with him. She protested when his hand came out of her *. It earned her a nip to her ear, an erotic little torture. Sean knew just how much pain to give. He knew just how to make her feel. He opened her heart in ways she thought impossible, but he didn’t feel the same way about her.

She would never find another man like him. Despite everything he had done, Grace was going to miss him for the rest of her life.

He pulled her hands off the hook above her head, and in a moment the belt was gone and she was free. He ran his strong fingers all along her arms, making sure she hadn’t lost circulation. When he was done, he pulled her close. His gorgeous face was so serious, it was hard to believe this was just a game to him. “I…I’m going to look after you.”

“But you don’t trust me.” It wasn’t a question. She knew the answer. The knowledge was a bitter pill, but she had swallowed it.

His jaw tensed, and his hands tightened around her. “It’s going to be okay. I’m going to take care of you.”

He lowered his lips to hers, and his tongue licked the seam, demanding entry. He licked her lips the way he would a decadent dessert. She opened beneath him. She knew she should fight, but she couldn’t. She wanted one last moment with him. After this, she would be alone with only memories of him to keep her warm. She allowed her arms to wind around him as he lifted her up.

“Wrap your legs around me. I can’t wait.”

His big dick unerringly found her *, and Sean pushed his way in, filling her up, making her moan. He pushed her down onto his cock and held her against him, forcing his way in. She held on for dear life as he walked them to the bed. He never lost their connection. He tipped them over and came down heavily on top of her. She was caught between the silk of the sheets and warmth of his skin.

His hands came out and framed her face. “Are you all right?”

She nodded. She didn’t care about her sore skin. It was just one more sensation to be had at this point.

“Thank God.” Sean lifted his torso up and stroked into her. “Oh, you feel so good.” His eyes were heavy with desire. “So f*cking right.”

He used long, slow, maddening strokes on her. He worked his way in to the hilt and held himself there for a moment before slowly pulling almost all the way out. Grace tightened her legs around him, not wanting to lose him. Over and over he pressed in and pulled out. He filled and retreated with purpose. Grace tried to push her hips up. She wanted to force him to lose that iron-willed control of his. He simply growled and let his weight hold her down. She had no choice but to take everything he gave her. His cock pressed deep, and Grace thought she would go crazy if he didn’t finish it. Every millimeter of her * was aching.

“Please.” It came out unbidden.

His mouth curled up, and Grace knew she’d made a mistake. He’d been waiting for her to beg. He was a game player to the end. “If this is what you need, little one, then I will give it to you.”