Lost and Found (Masters & Mercenaries: The Forgotten #2)(76)

“I would like a name, Rebecca.”

She breathed out and let the old fears go. “He died a few years back. It’s fine. Like I said, I saw someone who reminded me of him today. It’s a whisper, that’s all. But you need to know that I want to be out of my head tonight every bit as much as you do. Please take me out of my head.”

His face was still tight, as if it was an indulgence for him to let the conversation go, but he stepped back. “All right. Spread your knees wider and if you argue with me, I’ll start the discipline for the evening.”

She moved her knees as wide as they would go and realized why he was insistent on this position. It made her vulnerable. It made her deeply aware of her pussy. Cool air caressed her and she was open to him.

“Yes, that’s what I want.” He stood in front of her, his eyes going straight to her pussy. “Straighten your shoulders.”

She did as he asked. The position made her breasts thrust out. Her nipples were already hard and aching for attention. Despite the coolness of the room, her body was warming up nicely.

“Now place your hands palms up on your thighs. Like you’re offering yourself to me because that’s exactly what you’re doing. You’re offering me your body and your trust.” When she’d done as he asked, he stood in front of her. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

She hadn’t thought about it in a long time. Her whole life was spent inside her head, her intellect so much more important than anything else about her. It still was. Her mind was a gift, but it was good to feel something physical, too. “You make me feel beautiful.”

“You are beautiful, love. Inside and out. Don’t ever forget it. If there’s one thing I can teach you, it’s that. And I accept what you’re offering. I accept it with gratitude. Now, I want you to shift positions and get on your hands and knees and let me have access to that pretty arse of yours.”

He was really going to do it. And now. Somehow she’d thought he would wait a while, play a while, but he was reaching for his small leather bag, pulling out a tube of lube and a…yep, that was an anal plug.

He stepped away into her bathroom and she heard water running.

She shifted and then she really felt vulnerable. She’d only thought she knew what vulnerable meant, but being on her hands and knees, waiting for her lover to shove a piece of plastic up her asshole, was something else entirely.

“Do you know why I want to fuck your arse?” His words floated in from the bathroom.

“Not really.”

“Because I want to have you every single way a man can have a woman. I want to know you in every possible way I can. And because it’s going to feel like heaven. I’m crazy about your pussy. I promise, I’ll fill your pussy up every chance I get, but your sweet arse is going to be my indulgence.” His every word was a dark promise. Of pleasure. Of intimacy.

He stepped back in, that plug in his hands. He’d taken off his shirt and shoes, leaving him in nothing but a worn pair of jeans that hung low on his hips. He was a decadent dream Dom.

He sank down into the plush chair she usually read in before she went to bed. He sat back like a king on a throne. “You’re a very obedient sub. I can see you’re going to make it hard on me. I’ll have to find reasons to spank you. I’ll do it because there’s nothing I’ll like more than having you over my lap. That’s an idea. Come over here and drape yourself over my lap.”

She would have thought that crawling across the floor toward a man would make her feel small, but she imagined herself a sleepy cat. A wild thing in need of attention. His cock was bulging against the denim he wore and his eyes were hot as he watched her move his way. She felt every muscle in her body, every inch of her skin as she crossed the distance between them. Her breasts felt heavy, but it was a good feeling. They were heavy with want she knew would soon be fulfilled.

She felt graceful and sexy as she placed herself across his lap. Between the rough feel of the denim against her belly and the warmth of his hand on her back, she was caught in sensation. The last of the stress and fear of the day seemed to leach from her system, and she was wholly ready to be his, open to the experience he was going to give her.

“Or I could simply slap this arse because it’s mine.”

She gasped at the sudden pain that wracked through her as he brought his hand down. It was sharp and sent a wave of pure heat roaring across her.

“I’ll slap it because I love how hot you look when your cheeks are pink and perfect.”

Another smack had her holding on to his leg and gritting her teeth, but she knew what was coming after. The pain and the heat, and then a rush of lust. It shot directly to her core and she was getting wet and ready for him.

He smacked her cheeks again and she realized she could get addicted to this. Owen Shaw might become her drug of choice if she let him.

She gritted her teeth as he continued to spank her. It was a ritual. Grit teeth. Moan. Let the heat sink into her bones. Yearn. Begin again. Over and over he put her through it, punctuating each slap of her flesh with sweet words. He told her how gorgeous she was, how much he wanted her, how he thought about her every minute of the day. The words sank in as much as the physical sensation. Something infinitely warm had opened up inside her.

“You like this,” Owen said, his hand moving between her legs.