You Only Love Twice (Masters and Mercenaries #8)(81)

Play. He bet there hadn’t been much of it in Phoebe’s life. She was so serious and always in control. He was going to strip that control away from her and show her it was safe to play with him.

He slowly worked his finger inside, rolling over and over her flesh, teasing and playing until he finally slipped inside.

And that was when he used his free hand to continue the punishment.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

She squealed beautifully and her * clenched hard around his finger. “Oh my, god.”

“Tell me how it feels.” If she hated it, he would stop. He didn’t need to take her there if she couldn’t enjoy it.

She whimpered a little and then seemed to relax. “Pressure. There’s pressure, but it doesn’t hurt. I don’t know how I feel.”

He rimmed her and her pelvis moved, not to get away, but to keep him inside.

At least her body knew what she wanted. He rimmed her again, opening her wider before giving her another five smacks that cracked through the shower.

She shivered. “Is that all you have, Sir?”

Oh, she was so getting more. He grabbed the prepped plug and replaced his finger with something much closer to his own size. She whimpered and wriggled as he lubed her again and then pressed the plastic against her flesh. She moved her hips, aiding in the insertion. The tip slipped inside, and Jesse watched the way she moved against it. He f*cked her gently with the plug, giving her more and more with every pass. Every time he f*cked, she opened a little more, accepting another inch until she was finally moving against the toy actively.

Jesse’s cock was fully erect and damn straight jealous of that stupid plug.

He pressed the plug in, seating it. He stepped away and grabbed the condom he’d placed on the bench before he’d escorted her to the shower. He watched her as he rolled the condom on. He adored every curve of her and the way her hair hung around her, making her look like the sweetest, sexiest drenched kitty he’d ever seen. And a naughty one since she hadn’t fulfilled her punishment yet. His cock would have to wait.

“Hold on to that plug. If you don’t keep it, I’ll make you wear it to dinner, and you won’t like the way I lube it up. You’ll squirm all night because your little * burns.”

Her breath hitched. “Burns?”

“Because I’ll put ginger lube on the plug and then make you wear it all night. And when it starts to feel all right again, I’ll find a private place and I’ll switch the plugs so you won’t have a minute’s relief. You’ll be squirming all night and everyone will be watching you. They won’t know why, but they’ll see the way your skin flushes and how you can’t quite sit still and they’ll know. They’ll know you need something, but they won’t be able to give it to you. Who can give you relief?”

“Only you. I’ll be good. I’ll keep it.”

He loved how husky her voice got when she was really aroused. He washed his hands off before paying attention to her backside again. He spanked her with purpose, ready to move on. He kept the count, speaking each number aloud before bringing his hand down again. He spread out the discipline, giving every inch of her ass attention until it was finally through and he was able to run his fingers over her *, to feel just how wet she’d gotten.

Perfection. Her * was pure perfection. It was wet and soft and waiting for a cock. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you.”

“Say my name, Phoebe.” He had to know she was thinking about him. He could share her in a lot of ways. He wouldn’t demand that she pretend her husband hadn’t existed or that she’d never cared about anyone but Jesse, but he had a sudden need to know she was thinking of him when he f*cked her. “Say my name.”

“Jesse.”

He cupped the curves of her hips from behind, his cock touching her *. “Tell me you want me, you want this.”

There was only a tiny moment’s hesitation. “I do want this. I want you, Jesse.”

That was all he needed. He lined his cock up and sank in, his vision shrinking down to only her. She was all he could see or feel or think of. His world focused in on how soft she was, the way she moaned and how she clenched around his dick.

He forced his cock in as far as he could, holding himself hard against her. “I want you, too, Phoebe. I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you.”

He let his right hand move around her waist, skimming down to find the pearl of her clit. He wasn’t going to last. He had to make it good for her. She was too tight, too hot and wet, and he could feel that plug dragging on his cock with every hard thrust.

“Oh, Jesse, it feels so good.” She moved back against him. She fought to keep his cock and then slammed against him when he thrust back in. They found a perfect rhythm, his cock thrusting hard and his finger pressing down in time.

She shuddered and her * clamped down around him. She called out his name as he rode the mini wave of her orgasm. He kept up the pace until he couldn’t do it one second more because his cock exploded inside her, giving her everything he had and lighting his body up like a firecracker splitting the night air.

He ground against her, milking every second he could before he caught her in his arms and brought her up against his body.

He wouldn’t make the mistake of leaving her alone for a second. Though his body was humming with satisfaction, his hands roamed all over her skin. He held her close, his front to her back. He kissed her neck and cupped her breasts and let her sag into him.