Unconditional (Masters and Mercenaries #5.5)(32)

She didn’t count the times she’d had sex with Trevor. She’d given over to him because she thought she was in love and didn’t want to lose him. She’d been a foolish child and the consequences had caused her to grow up. This was what she wanted. She wanted Keith.

His mouth left hers, finding the column of her throat and kissing his way down her skin. Everywhere he touched it seemed like a little spark went through her.

She started to reach for him, wanting so badly to participate. She suddenly remembered where they were. Sanctum. There were rules. “Can I touch you?”

His head came up, his eyes confused. “Of course.”

“I’ve heard some Doms…” she began.

His hand found her hair, tightening to the right side of pain. “I’m not some Dom. I’m your Dom and when we’re making love, you damn well better touch me. If I don’t want you to touch me, I’ll tie you down.”

She shivered a little because her scalp was suddenly alive. He managed to make parts of her body she’d never considered sensitive suddenly become erogenous zones. “You will?”

“Fuck, yeah. I’m going to tie you up and put a spreader between your legs so you’re open for me. I’ll do whatever I want because you belong to me. Your body is my plaything. I’ll f*ck you or torture you with a flogger. You won’t know what’s coming, but you’ll beg me for more.”

She was ready to do that now, but he let go of her hair and dropped to his knees. His lips found her breast, pulling the nipple into his mouth and grazing her with his teeth. A low hiss came from her throat, but she knew to stand still. He might not care about protocol when it came to touching him, but she feared he wouldn’t like it when she wriggled and squirmed and tried to force him to play harder. He would get there, but on his time. She trusted him to take her where she needed to go.

He tugged on her nipple, his hands moving around to palm her ass cheeks. They were so sensitive after the spanking. Every inch of her skin was alive for him.

“Spread your legs for me.” The command rumbled over her nipple.

She moved to give him the access he demanded. He shifted from one nipple to the other, teasing and licking and playing. He tortured her in the sweetest way with his teeth and tongue while his fingers started in on her *.

He parted her labia, playing in the juice he’d drawn out of her. She was so wet and she knew she should be embarrassed by it. Ladies didn’t do things like get so aroused they soaked their undies. She was sure that’s what her mother would have said. Ladies didn’t get orgasms so Ashley decided she pretty much was okay with just being a woman. Being a sub was even better because subs got their asses spanked and pussies played with by nasty, filthy, sexy Doms.

Her head fell back because she couldn’t be bothered to hold it up a second longer. She didn’t want to do anything except let Keith have his way with her.

He worked two fingers into her *, stretching her gently. “Fuck, you’re going to be so tight.”

From what she’d seen of his big cock, that was going to prove to be true. He was spectacularly well endowed. She’d never had a shot at just looking at a man. She’d loved getting to see his cock, with its big plum-shaped head and thick stalk. The tiny slit on the tip had wept with salty juice. She could still taste him on her tongue.

She’d never felt as sexy as she had when she’d sucked his cock. He’d been her slave in that moment. He’d belonged to her.

His lips moved down her belly, his tongue briefly delving into her naval. It tickled, making her laugh.

“I’ll remember that in the future, pretty lady.” He rubbed his nose in her belly button, making her laugh again.

Crap. Her Dom had figured out how ticklish she was. That would truly be torture. “I promise I’ll behave.”

“Yes, you will because you’re a good sub.” His eyes came up, staring straight into her. “You’re a good sub, Ashley.”

Funny how simple words could threaten to bring her to her knees. No one ever just put it so simply. That she was good. That she was worthy.

He stood up, towering over her. “You’re good, Ashley. I’m proud to have you wearing this. I want to get you a better one.”

He touched the little chain around her neck. She didn’t tell him that she’d stopped taking it off after their sessions. She knew their relationship was based in the club, but she liked the reminder. She touched it often throughout the day, whenever she thought about him.

“I like it, but I’ll wear whatever you prefer, Sir.”

He kissed her again, softly this time. “I like you wearing nothing but my collar.”

He kicked off his boots and leathers, and she was finally able to see him in all his glory. The man obviously worked out. Every muscle was lean and sculpted. His shoulders were broad, his abs a tight six-pack. He had those little notches at his hips that she’d only seen in magazines and the movies. He was totally drool worthy and she was carrying a good ten pounds she didn’t need. Maybe fifteen.

“Hey, don’t make me spank you again. You stay here with me.” He put his hands on her shoulders, gently jostling her back to reality. “I don’t want to know what you were thinking, do I?”

She shook her head. “Probably not.”

He brought their hips together. “Do you feel that? That is not some little erection. I am really f*cking hard, love. I came just a few minutes ago. I’m not some twenty year old who just walks around with an erection all day every day. I need some recovery time. Usually. But not with you. Touch it.”