The Dom Who Loved Me (Masters and Mercenaries #1)(75)

“What kind of toys?”

“A pretty little plug for your ass. This one is a little different than the last one. This one is made of glass. It’s made for sensation play. I can make it cold. How would that feel against your *? Or I could warm it up and it would slide into your ass like a hard, hot dick. You liked it when I f*cked your ass. I’ll f*ck you with the plug for awhile, but I won’t be able to hold out for long. I’ll have to lube up my cock and work my way in. I’ll f*ck that ass of yours until you forget what it’s like to not have me in there. I’ll strap a butterfly to your clit. You’ll be caught between my cock in your bottom and that vibrator on your clitoris. The point is, once I get you tied up, you’ll be mine. You’ll be my gorgeous slave, and I’ll do exactly what I want with you.”

His voice played across her skin. She wanted nothing more than to give in and let him do all of it to her, and yet something kept her away. She was wary. He’d pretended to be interested once before to get her to do the things he wanted her to do. He was a savvy agent. If it had worked once, why shouldn’t he try it again? If he knew her at all, he had to know she couldn’t walk away. That man had killed her friend. She couldn’t look at herself in the mirror if she let him get away when she could stop it. Beyond the things Patrick Wright had done to her personally, he was a threat to the country. Who wouldn’t step up when all of that was at stake? Yes, all of the talk of taking her someplace safe could just be more of Sean’s well thought-out script.

“You don’t believe me.”

She wished he couldn’t read her. “You have to admit, it makes more sense that you’re just playing me.”

“I deserve that. But we’re in this position because of you, Grace.” His Dom voice was coming out again.

“Me?”

“Yes, little one, you. You manipulated me into this position and don’t try to deny it. I came by that night to have dinner with you. I had no intentions of ending up in bed. What happened in the pool was my fault. You were far too tempting to let go, and I had wanted you for days. But I’d decided to leave it at that, because I knew I wanted more. What were your instructions that night?”

She felt her face flush. She knew exactly what he was talking about. “I was supposed to open the wine. You never said where I should wait for you. I opened the wine.”

“And met me naked in a gorgeously submissive position you knew I couldn’t turn away from. Classic brat behavior. I knew it would get me in trouble, and I took you anyway. Now I’m paying for it, aren’t I?” He frowned her way. “You wouldn’t be so angry at me if I’d kept that small but necessary distance between us.”

He was probably right, but Grace also knew that if he had rejected her advances that first evening, she would have retreated from him. He really had been in a tough spot. She wasn’t about to admit it to him, though.

He waited, but sighed when he seemed to realize she wasn’t replying. “Fine. We both know what you did. We’re both culpable, baby. You for topping from the bottom, and me for letting you. It won’t happen again. Take your clothes off, Grace. Assume the position.”

She hated the way her heart raced. “You can’t expect me to play with you after everything that’s happened.”

“I’m not playing. This is serious. This is something I think you need. Tell me you don’t need me tonight, and I’ll walk out the door. I won’t go far because there’s no way I’m letting anything get near you while this case is going on, but I’ll let you alone for the night. Otherwise, do as I told you.”

Again, he put the choice in her hands. Again, she chose him despite her better judgment. The thought of spending the night alone and without him left her cold. He was right. She needed his arms around her, his voice commanding her, or she would spend the entire night in worry and despair. Grace pulled the shirt off and dropped to her knees.





Chapter Seventeen


Sean had to concentrate to get his jeans off. His dick was rock hard and aching. It had been since the moment he’d climbed onto the bed with Grace. She’d been hurting at the time, but his cock hadn’t cared that she was emotional. It had only known that she was close. Now he could give them what they both needed so much.

She was the most beautiful thing in the world to him, her head bowed, waiting for his command. She trusted him in this at least. He placed a hand on her head, acknowledging and accepting her submission. “Stand up, little one.”

She rose with a little difficulty. For someone untrained, Grace seemed to know what to do, but often the little things tripped her up. He was looking forward to formally training her. He would take her to the club and show her off. He would be so proud to be her first Dom, her only Dom.

She stood before him, her hazel eyes looking up. The sadness, the uncertainty was still there. He wanted it gone. He let his hand trail softly along her skin starting at the curve of her shoulders. He moved from her shoulders down the curve of her chest. Her breasts were round and heavy. He loved the way her nipples puckered sweetly under his gaze and practically begged for his touch. He cupped her breasts, enjoying the weight in his hands. She sighed and let her head roll back. Sean got to his knees and licked at one pouty nipple. He sucked the little bud into his mouth and lavished his affection there. He pulled and sucked at the nipple, his hands circling her waist and cupping that gorgeous ass of hers.