You Only Love Twice (Masters and Mercenaries #8)(100)

She shook her head. “Please. Just touch me. Let me touch you.”

He could order her, but he would rather earn it. If he forced it out of her, she would resent him no matter what the outcome was. “Don’t lose that plug. I want to play dress-up.”

“What does that mean?” Phoebe reached and wiped her tears, relief obvious in the relaxation of her body. She’d purged the emotions that held her back, but he intended to get her all tense again.

“It means I’m going to torture you for a while.” Another word he’d hated for the longest time. Like all words, it had many meanings at its heart and his torture would be the sweetest kind. His torture would lead to their bonding, their bliss. “I want you to close your eyes.”

After a second’s hesitation, her eyes drifted closed. “All right, Sir.”

“Listen to my voice. We can’t do this here. It’s far too dangerous, but I’m going to tell you what’s going to happen when we get home.” He let his hand play along her neck, gently encasing it with his palm. Dirty talk got her going. Luckily for her, he thought very dirty thoughts when she was around. “First, I’m going to do what I didn’t do before. When Tag sends that plane for us, I’m not going to let you sleep on my lap again.”

Her eyes came open. “Jesse…”

There was a very pretty nipple just waiting to be tweaked. He twisted her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, gratified by the little shriek that came from her mouth just before her eyes dilated with arousal. “Hush. This is my fantasy. Close your eyes and listen. I’ll tell you when you need to talk.”

This was the only place he was ever really going to be in charge. He wasn’t about to let her take over here, too. Her eyes drifted closed again and he rewarded her with a long stroke of his hand, from her collarbone all the way down to just above the junction of her thighs. “Now, I was talking about the plane. We were very well behaved last time. That’s not going to be the case on the way home.”

He moved back to her breasts. That was a good place to start. Her nipples were big and needed a good tweak to get really sensitive. It was why he’d brought along the nipple sticks. They were a simple toy, nothing more than two pieces of polished wood held together by screws at either end. He’d made this set himself. Jake Dean had taken up woodworking and had a shop in his backyard. Jesse found it soothing to work with his hands. While Jake had worked on Tristan’s cradle, Jesse had made paddles and spanking benches and nipple sticks.

It was a good hobby.

He eased the sticks apart and decided to sensitize her before the torture began.

“On the way home, all those stuffy Agency boys will be gone and it’s just going to be you and me and Si and Erin. They won’t care so I will lay down the rules, and rule number one is you don’t wear clothes while we’re in the air. I want you naked and ready to take my cock at any moment. That plane is my pleasure palace, and I won’t let you forget that I’m the king.”

“I don’t think Erin is going to like that,” she said and winced even before he could pinch her nipple.

After that nasty pinch, she probably needed a little love. He leaned over and trailed kisses across her breasts. “Erin is even more submissive than you.”

“Are you serious?”

This time he nipped her, taking her nipple between his teeth and gently biting down until she squirmed under him. “Yes, I’m serious. She’s been playing with Kai since she got here. There’s nothing between them, but Erin needs submission the same way you do. She can’t relax or let herself be without it. You have a lot in common with her.” Her face tightened and he gave in. “One sarcastic remark is allowed here.”

“Erin is the female version of Conan the Barbarian. I can’t believe Kai is willing to play with her. He’s obviously less sane than I thought.”

He was so going to enjoy the next few minutes. He adjusted the nipple sticks so both of those sweet pink things were in between. “Kai is the most sane person I know. He’s also got a nice streak of sadist in him. Now be quiet. I’m putting your nipples in the stocks.”

Her eyes flew open, but it was too late. He was already tightening the screws, squeezing her nipples between the lovingly made boards.

“Oh my god.” She whimpered as the boards pressed down and her nipples bulged beautifully.

“There.” She looked gorgeous with her breasts upthrust and her nipples a deep pink. He ran a finger over one and she bucked underneath him. “Perfect. Now they’re more sensitive. Now I can play with them.”

“You’re killing me, Murdoch.”

“And you forget my name when we’re alone together. I could make one of these for your clit.”

“Sir. Sir. Please don’t, Sir. I’ll be good.”

He loved how breathless she got. It was like she utterly forgot to be self-conscious when they were playing. She gave in to her role and became the sweet little sub who only wished to please her Master. Outside this room, she would aggressively fight anyone who tried to control her, but here she proved she trusted him.

Here she took his plug and gave her nipples over to him, and she would take his cock any way he wanted her to. He flicked a nipple, his dick hardening when she squealed. Maybe Kai wasn’t the only one with a streak of sadism.