Beck And Call (28 page)

“I didn’t do a very good job of that last week,” he

muttered.

“No one could have known Mark would react that

way,” she protested. “If anything, I was worried about

Duncan or one of the others going after Debbie. She

started the whole thing.” She smiled. “Oh, Master, you

should have seen her. She didn’t want to tell Keith

anything. I won’t tell you what she was wearing, but it

was slightly better than what she had on when I went to

their apartment that morning. She was so brave.”

“Like you,” he whispered. “I heard how you fought

back when Mark attacked you.”

“I had to,” she managed, fear tingeing her voice.

“I… I was terrified, but all the self-defense tricks my

brothers and cousins taught me kicked in and—”

“Shh, sweetheart,” he murmured, cradling her

trembling body close.

“I should have known better,” she whispered. “I

didn’t even look to see who was at the door. And when

he tore my shirt, all I could think was that he couldn’t

touch me. Not after you had.”

He understood her hesitation and unspoken

question. It was something Dr. Gordon had warned him

about. Women who had been raped or nearly raped

often blamed themselves for the attack, and worried

their significant others wouldn’t want them after

having been attacked in such a manner.

“Sweetheart, what he wanted to do would never

have come between us. Him attacking you, whether he

managed to rape you or not, would
not
have changed

how I desire you.” He traced her cheekbone. “If

anything, I’m surprised you’re not pissed at Keith for

not anticipating such a thing. Or me for not protecting

you.”

“What?” He saw her jaw slacken in surprise. “Why

would I be angry at Keith? Or you?” She shook her

head. “No, Master. I opened the door without looking.

He didn’t succeed because of Claire and Debbie. They

were coming back from kickboxing class and heard me.

They saved me.”

“Remind me tomorrow to order them both a dozen

red roses,” he smiled, before kissing his way across her

face. Her lips pursed slightly and she turned her head.

“You want something, sweetheart?”

“You,” she whispered. “Please, Master. He…” she

swallowed. “Could you touch me all over? Wipe his

touch completely from my mind? Fill me up so much

that he’s just a very bad, barely remembered dream?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he groaned, feeling emotions he

was just starting to recognize for what they were. “Yes.

You’re mine. All mine. No one else, sweetheart,” he

grunted as he buried his cock fully into her wet heat.

“I’ve a possessive streak in me. I won’t share you. I do

hope that meets with your approval.”

“Yes,” she nodded, smiling. “I think you’re man

enough to handle me.”

He paused and chuckled. That was all Serena.
His

Serena.

“Feisty, are you?”

“Just a little,” she shrugged.

“That’s all right,” he decided, his mouth at her neck.

“A little spice in life is good. God knows having a woman

in bed without a mind of her own would bore the hell

out of me.” His mouth hovered over hers. “Just

remember who is in charge.”

“Of course, Master,” she smiled up at him. “In-box.”

His mouth covered hers, his tongue stabbing

through her lips and claiming her heat. And he claimed

her body. His hips pistoned up and down. Spread-eagled

under him, Serena could only receive him. She wanted

desperately to touch him. To wrap her arms and legs

around him. But she could do nothing.

He wanted her to do nothing. It was all him as he

pounded into her and withdrew. Harder and faster. As if

nothing else was as important as fucking her until they

were both exhausted. Until neither of them could move.

“Master!” she whimpered, feeling her orgasm

building. “May I come?”

“Not yet,” he grunted, pulling nearly completely out

of her.

“Please!”

“Not yet,” he repeated, slamming back into her.

Twice more and she was trembling from her

fingertips to her toes in her effort to hold back.

“Master,” she sobbed in need.

“Now,” he told her, pulling out. “Now!”

He drove back into her and felt her muscles clench

around him. And lost himself in her. Groaning as his

cock pulsed, he collapsed on her.

“Oh, Serena, it gets better each time,” he

murmured, nuzzling her sweaty neck.

“Yes,” she sighed.

Releasing her cuffs from the restraints, he held her

as they rested.

“Master? Where were—”

“No questions,” he covered her mouth with a quick

hand. “You will have every question answered

tomorrow. I promise, Serena.” His hand drifted over her

body. “I know it’s been difficult for you.” His mouth

nuzzled her throat, kissing the bruises. “Things

happened I never anticipated. God, it nearly killed me

when I found out what had happened. I am doing

everything I can to make sure Hammond pays for what

he did. Don’t ask,” he reminded her, as her mouth

opened. “I mean it. You will have all your answers

tomorrow.” He gathered her to him. “What do you want

most in the world?”

“I think I have it all right now,” she whispered.

“Except for your name.”

He chuckled, nipping her ear.

“Nice try. Can I guess?” he asked. “Perhaps a man

devoted to you, putting you first and encouraging you

to explore your dreams and grow as a woman.” His

hand covered her stomach. “A family. If you want to

keep working you can, but if you want, you can do

something else.”

“Like what?”

“No questions,” he teased.

“No fair,” she complained, laughing softly. “You

can’t say something like that and not expect me to ask

questions.” She covered his hand with hers. “Do you

really mean all that? You really want me like that?”

He shifted their positions so she was on her back,

her head pillowed on a muscular bicep. His fingers

traced her jaw.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice full of

tenderness. His woman. He wanted her—body, heart,

and mind. “I really want you like that. I promise,

tomorrow you will have all the answers. Trust me?”

The smile on her face was all he needed.

“Rest a little, sweetheart,” he whispered.

Safe in his arms, Serena fell into a deep sleep.

Gradually she became aware of hands stroking her

body in long sweeps. What brought her from the edge of

sleep to wakefulness was the hard cock pulsing between

her thighs.

“Master?” she murmured, reaching for him.

She felt the broad chest tighten as she stroked the

velvety steel. His breath quickened and she could feel

the heat rising in him. Emboldened, she moved her

hand. His swift inhalation when she touched the balls

beneath his cock created a counter-move in her own

body. To her surprise, she felt her pussy pulse. With a

hungry moan, she began exploring. Giving in to

something that had kept her awake at nights, she

pressed kisses against the strong column of his throat

before working her way to his chest. His skin was

slightly salty and all male. She kissed along his left side

to his hip. To her surprise, he twitched when she

reached the small hollow leading to his pelvis. It gave

her a delightfully erotic idea.

“Master?”

“Mmm?”

“Can a woman put her mark on a man?”

“What?”

Before he could stop her, she began sucking on the

spot full of nerves. When his body jerked in response,

her hands soothed him. Slightly.

“You taste so good,” she murmured. “I’ve never

tasted a man before, never knew how wonderful it was.”

Her tongue flicked out. Her hand returned to his cock

and stroked as her mouth worked the skin at his hip.

“Delicious,” she sighed.

Keith closed his eyes. He couldn’t remember a

woman ever exploring his body the way Serena was.

Her focus was entirely on him. The dom in him

pondered the wisdom of letting his sub be so free with

his body. What if she took such liberties all the time?

The man in him was enthusiastic about that. Especially

if…Serena’s hot mouth left his hip and spread a fire

along the inside of his thigh. Her talented fingers

lightly stroked his other leg then gently cupped his

balls. His cock jerked and he groaned. If she wanted to

explore his body every night, he wouldn’t have a

problem with it. But she would know who was in charge.

He reached down and threaded his fingers through her

silky blond tresses.

“Serena,” he whispered, pulling her head from his

body.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked.

Pulling her off the bed and onto her knees, he

clipped the wrist cuffs together at the small of her back

and stood before her. At his quiet words, she opened her

mouth and received his cock.

Serena moaned as his thickness filled her mouth.

The first drops from his cock slipped down her throat

and she tried to press closer to get even more of him.

“Take me, Serena,” he urged. “Come on, baby.”

Keith couldn’t remember the last time he lost it in a

woman’s throat. He did now. No other woman had

caressed him or kissed him with such an innocent

sensuality. He would have done anything for her

before, but now, he knew he would never, ever, need or

want another woman in his life. With a long, drawn-out

groan, he arched back and poured himself into her. His

grip on her head brought her off her knees. Off balance,

dependent on him not to crash to the floor, she kept

sucking him.

“Oh, God,” he gasped.

Drained, he lifted her to the bed and collapsed next

to her. Unhooking her cuffs, he drew her close to his

chest and they slept.

The alarm clock went off and Serena groaned.

She reached over to hit the snooze and felt paper

beneath her hand. Surprised enough to open her eyes,

she stretched up to turn the light on and saw the note.

Seeing that it was typed, she smiled.

Sweet Serena, wear what is in the bathroom. I will

find you today when and where you least expect me and

claim you so every other man knows you are mine. Last

night was only the first of the rest of our lives.

Master

Serena read it three times before the words sank in.

Oh, my God, she breathed.

He was serious. He wanted her. Publicly.

Permanently.

She curled up and hugged her knees with the note

held carefully in her hand. This she was keeping as a

memory of the start of her life with…oh, my God, she

groaned. She didn’t even know his name.

With a slight smile, she wondered just what he had

in mind. It really sounded like he intended their

relationship to be a public one. Idly, she wondered if he

knew Keith. Were they friends? Business rivals?

Enemies since they’d attended the same exclusive

private school?

It didn’t matter, she realized. She would have to

resign. Today.

It was time to move on. She knew what kind of

women Keith preferred—the socialite/debutantes she

had teased him about. Granted, he was rarely with the

same woman twice, but she’d never seen him with any

other type. And she was as far from that type as one

could get. Keith would never see her as more than his

executive assistant. She frowned. Obviously Master was

in the same echelon, but most certainly considered her

as more than an assistant. But that didn’t make sense if

he worked in the same company. As far as she knew,

Paul and David were the only ones from the same

background as Keith, and Master couldn’t be either one

of them because they were focused on Claire.

“I need coffee,” she muttered to herself.

Sliding out of bed, she was halfway to the kitchen

before she realized she was naked. Master was having

an impact on her in many ways! Turning the coffee on,

she paused at the counter and continued to mull the

situation. Master wanted her with him in public. He

wanted her in the future. He wanted
her.
He knew her

background and didn’t care. She went back to her room

but, when she reached for the robe on the chair, her

eyes fell on the note. Sitting on the bed, she picked it