Close Cover (Masters and Mercenaries #16)(24)

“Oh, fuck, you’re even more beautiful than I expected. All these months I’ve avoided watching your scenes because I knew when you got naked you would be even better than what I could imagine.”

“There weren’t all that many scenes,” she admitted.

He moved his arm, allowing the robe to drop away and giving him access to her naked flesh. “How many? I need to know how much experience you have. I don’t want to move too fast.”

Talky Dom. “I’m not a virgin. I’m good. Let’s go.”

He shifted her, picking her up with strength that took her breath away. One minute she was sitting on his left thigh and the next she was on both his taut quadriceps, her knees hooked over his. He spread his legs out, causing hers to follow and leaving her completely vulnerable to him, her pussy open and wanting. She couldn’t sit up. She needed to lie back against him to find some balance. This was what he wanted, her dependent on him, helpless against what he was going to do to her.

It was how he liked to play.

“Here’s the first lesson,” he growled against her ear. “Don’t push me. I’m going to take my time. I agreed to your demands. I promise I won’t get out of your bed until you’ve passed out from how many times I’m going to make you come, but how we get there will be all my way. Do I make myself clear?”

His way. All the way. All the way to screaming orgasms. “Yes.”

She felt the fine edge of his teeth on her ear. “Yes?”

She was out of practice. “Yes, Sir. Yes, Master Remy.”

The threat of his bite was replaced with the shivering pleasure of his tongue stroking along her outer ear. “That’s right. Now like I said before, you’ll tell me if you want me to stop.”

“I don’t.”

His hands moved up from her waist, both big palms cupping her breasts and sending crazy pleasure sizzling through her. “Such a na?ve thing. I promise to keep you as na?ve as possible.”

She didn’t want him thinking she was some innocent thing. “I’m not na?ve, Sir. I might look like some princess, but I assure you I’ve got scars that you can’t see.”

“Well, I don’t intend to give you any more. I’m going to treat you like a princess. A submissive princess who likes to obey her servant when it comes to pleasure, but a princess all the same. Have you had D/s sex?”

She nodded. “I’m afraid I was one of the trainees who experimented a bit with her partner.”

He chuckled. “That’s only to be expected. I take it the relationship didn’t last outside the training class? And by the way, my training partner and I fucked like bunnies the whole six weeks we were in our class together, so it’s perfectly normal.”

She still thought fondly of those days. “We were too different. Good partners when it came to training, but we wouldn’t have made it in the real world. We were too much alike. If I’ve figured one thing out it’s that opposites attract. Maybe not direct opposites, but truly good partners in life need to support each other’s strengths and fill in on the flaws. Will needs Bridget because she’s oddly romantic, and she needs Will to ground her.”

“Mitch would be alone without Laurel’s patience,” he said. “I know because I was there. But I don’t want to talk about your family. What did you like about D/s sex that you didn’t get from vanilla?”

“This, Remy. The fact that you’re touching me and talking to me and thinking about me. You’re not fumbling around and guessing and hoping you get off and out of my apartment as soon as possible. I can’t think about anything else but what you’re doing to me because you’re keeping me here in the moment with you.” Vanilla sex hadn’t been bad, but sometimes it had frustrated her. D/s required she talk about what she needed. It stripped away the embarrassment and left her truly communicating with her partner.

“I don’t want you anywhere else, and you’re right. I’m not thinking about anything but you. You and how to please you, how to torment you in the sweetest way, how to make you happy and eager to obey my every order when it comes to the bedroom. You have the softest skin. It’s so perfect.” He kissed her neck. “It makes me want to mark you.”

Her whole body shook as he bit the back of her neck ever so gently, the faintest hint of danger making the whole thing all the more erotic.

“Oh, god, do it. Bite me.” She wasn’t sure how far she wanted to go. She’d never tried it but something about the way he’d said he wanted to mark her had her dying to feel his teeth on her sensitive flesh.

“I always said you were way too tempting.” He nipped at her skin, a hard but quick bite.

Her whole body shook with pleasure. It was the kind of thing that she knew would hurt if she hadn’t been incredibly ready for it. But when she was aroused, pain sent her to new heights. Not like she was a pain slut or anything.

But damn she liked his bite.

His tongue replaced his teeth, sending another thrill through her as he eased the spot he’d marked. “It was just a little bite. Nothing that will be there in the morning.”

“Then you’ll have to do it again tomorrow.” She liked the idea that there was a mark from him on her body, that she could hide it or show it off if she liked.

His hips rolled under her and she could feel the hard length of his erection against her ass. “You are not at all what I expected.”