The Dom Who Loved Me (Masters and Mercenaries #1)(85)

She had the feeling that all the concessions would be heavily in his favor on this subject. And that she could push him if she really wanted to. Her relationship with Sean was laid out for her. They would struggle and fight for control, and it would be challenging. Every moment would be worthwhile. “Yes, Master.”

She would compromise. They would find a way that worked for both of them. It was the way their marriage would work. He would set down the law, and she would work to find a way around it. Ian had been right. She had a little brat in her.

Sean’s eyes narrowed. “I know when I’m in trouble, little one. At least give me some obedience tonight. On the bed. Hands and knees.”

Grace scrambled up, eager to obey. In this, she would never question him.

She heard him opening the bag he’d placed by the bed the first night they had returned from Ian’s. It was a small leather bag, and Grace had no doubt it was the kit he’d specially prepared for her. It contained the toys he’d bought for her. Her eyes closed in sweet anticipation.

He parted the cheeks of her ass, and she shivered as he squirted lube onto her anus. She bit back a groan when she felt the plug breach her hole. “Push back.” Grace gently pushed her backside onto the little piece of plastic. “That’s beautiful, little one,” Sean said as he seated it firmly.

“Oh, God,” Grace moaned as she felt the soft vibrations begin. Sharp prickles of sensation swamped her.

“That’s just the beginning,” Sean promised. “And, Grace, you are not allowed to come.”

She closed her eyes. That was going to be near impossible. Already every nerve ending was begging for release, and he wasn’t finished playing with her. His hands circled her waist and she felt a small object being placed right over her clitoris. A butterfly. She would never last. He connected the little straps around her waist and then pushed the button that started the vibrations.

“Damn it, Sean.” Her pelvis was awash with humming pleasure.

He smacked her ass. “No cursing, and you use my title when I’m f*cking you, love.”

A perverse thrill went through her. She could play with this man to her heart’s content. “Fine, damn it, Master.”

He smacked her other cheek. “I can do this all night.” He shoved two fingers up her *. “You come without permission and I swear I won’t f*ck you for a week. Is that understood?”

“Sean!” She practically cried because he was setting a near impossible task.

She heard the rustle of him undressing. “I didn’t say how long I would make you last, little one. But if you disobey, there will be hell to pay. You’ll wake me with a blow job, and you’ll suck me again before we sleep. You’ll get nothing in return.” He walked around the bed, and she could see him. His proud cock jutted from the V of his thighs. He stroked himself leisurely, his hand running from the thick base to the bulbous head. “It’s nothing more than you deserve. You’ve been topping from the bottom since I met you. It stops tonight. I get even a hint of manipulation, and I’ll have you tied to a St. Andrew’s Cross taking the lash. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Master.” It wouldn’t work to argue with him. He was in charge in the bedroom. Anywhere else was a power play, but here he was king.

“Good.” Pre-come was dripping off his cock. “Lick the head.”

She leaned forward and dragged her tongue across the weeping slit. She was rewarded with a groan from her man. She was able to concentrate on licking and sucking the big cock in her mouth. Her * and ass were humming, but it was sweet background music. She whirled her tongue around the head of Sean’s dick, lavishing affection on it.

“That’s right, little one. Suck me in now.” He pressed into her mouth, filling it with his flesh. One hand tangled in her hair as he fed her his length.

Grace reveled in his taste and feel. He filled her mouth. She relaxed her jaw to take him further. He was pressing the remote on her vibes and making it hard for her to concentrate. The vibrations were driving her toward orgasm, and she was determined that wouldn’t happen. This was a battle. She teased the sensitive V on the underside of his cock. She used the tip of her tongue on it and then sucked him deep, taking him to the back of her throat.

“Oh, f*ck yeah.” Sean’s head was thrown back, the remote in his hand seemingly forgotten as he lost himself in the pleasure of her mouth. “Swallow me. I’m going to come. You take every drop.”

He dropped the remote and concentrated on f*cking her mouth. Grace softened her throat as he forced his way in. His hips pumped, and his heavy balls hit her chin. Grace whirled her tongue on the underside of his cock. He was too big. She couldn’t circle him, but when she pointedly swallowed around him, he roared as he started to fill her mouth with salty come. Grace drank him down. She licked him clean with long, loving strokes of her tongue.

His hand softened in her hair, stroking her gently as he continued to thrust against her. After a long moment, he pulled out. “Very nice, little one. Spread those legs now. I want to f*ck my *.”

She felt a fresh rush of cream coat her *. He was going to f*ck her, pack her full of cock and toys. Patience, Grace told herself. She had to be patient. He walked around and she felt the bed shift as he got in between her spread legs. His fingers stretched her *.

“Do you want to come?”