Dominance Never Dies (Masters and Mercenaries Book 11) (42 page)

“I can’t believe you didn’t touch yourself.” Her breasts were up-thrust, nipples peaked. “How is that possible? Every time I thought about you, I couldn’t help myself.”

He leaned over, brushing his fingertips against her nipples. “And every time I thought of you I remembered what I owe you. My everything. Every touch, emotion, pleasure belongs to you. My heart, my soul, my cock. Everything I am is yours so it was fairly simple to not give myself any pleasure that didn’t come from you.”

Mia took a deep breath and then swung her legs, turning herself over and drawing her knees up. She placed herself in a deeply submissive position, her ass in the air, arms tied behind her back. Mia’s cheek was against the quilt, her eyes soft. “All right.”

He couldn’t even explain what that trust did for him. “Just like that?”

“Just like that. When you talk to me like that, you’re pretty much going to get anything you want.” She wriggled her ass. “Do your worst, Sir.”

His worst was going to bring her so much pleasure. And so much for him. He dragged his shirt over his head, unable to stay clothed around her. They didn’t need clothes. He needed to be naked, his flesh against hers, his hands touching and manipulating her until neither one could stand it any longer and they had to fuck.

“Don’t move.” He strode to his closet. He might not have much by way of décor in his place, but he had a nice kit that he’d put together for Mia. He was an optimist at heart. He wouldn’t have thought it, but a few months back he’d purchased new toys. The idea of using anything on her he’d used on someone else seemed wrong. He’d bought a very nice plug for her ass. A whole set, but he selected a moderately sized one and a water-based lube. He cleaned the plug and then moved back to his bed where Mia was waiting for him, her face close to the edge of the mattress. He knelt down. “What’s your safe word?”

Her lips curled up. “Case. It’s always Case, but for these purposes it’s coffee. I love you.”

God, it was good to hear those words from her. He kissed her lightly. “I love you, too. And, princess, this is going to be fun.”

He moved behind her and spread her even wider, loving how she was held for his pleasure. He could see her tiny asshole. He was going to open her, make her ready for his dick. He would take her in every way possible, give himself to her.

One day he would make a baby with her. They would give TJ and Carys and Kala and Kenzi more cousins because she would be his wife.

And his wife was definitely going to need a nice plugging every now and then. “You’ve been a very bad girl. Do you understand what you did wrong?”

“Yes. I touched my Master’s plaything. I belong to my Master and only he can give me an orgasm. My Master is faithful. Even when we’re not together.”

It was only play. She would enjoy the plug and eventually she would love his cock diving deep, but the undercurrent meant something. And hearing her call him Master made his heart twist in a good way. “We’re always together. Even when we’re not. At least in my mind. I won’t love you until the day you die. I’ll love you until I go. I’ll love you far beyond. I’ll love you forever, Mia.”

Tears squeezed from her eyes. Tears she didn’t need pain to shed. “Back at you. You should know that I won’t leave you again, Taggart. Not without a fight.”

They would fight. It was inevitable. They were too passionate, but they would be comfortable that they would be together at the end.

He spread her cheeks and dribbled the lube between them. “Not without a fight. I won’t ever let you go again. We needed the time apart, but now it’s time for us to be together, to be a family. I’m going to be with you in every way possible.”

Starting now. He let his fingers move between the cheeks of her ass. The little rosette was sweetly puckered and tight. So tight. He intended to fix that. He massaged lube into her flesh, circling her over and over. Mia’s spine straightened, her body tensing as his finger dipped inside.

“Relax,” he ordered. “I’m not going to let you keep me out. This ass is mine. I’m going to take it.”

He rimmed her, his finger opening her bit by bit. He meant to make her very aware of him tonight. Tomorrow they would go to Africa together, go into danger together, but tonight was just for them. It was their time to reconnect.

It was his time to get what he needed.

Mia groaned, her body shuddering as he pressed his finger inside. The sight of her little asshole tightening around his finger caused his dick to jump in his jeans. They were getting cumbersome, but he continued to work her over.

When he was ready, he used the wipes from his kit to clean up and then grabbed the plug. It was smaller than he was, but they would have to work her up to taking him.

Mia shuddered as he placed the tip against her. “It’s cold.”

“Not for long,” he promised. “I wouldn’t ever leave you cold for long. Relax. Take a deep breath and let me in. You want to play with toys, then we’ll play.”

“I might have thought twice about that wand if I’d known you were going to shove a massive piece of plastic up my ass,” she admitted.

“This was always going to happen.” He fucked her with the plug, gently opening her up until he could slide it fully inside. “I was always going to play with you like this. I don’t want any barriers between us. Nothing is forbidden as long as it brings us both pleasure.”

“I’m not sure how much I like this yet, but I love being open to you. I love the fact that I can fantasize about anything with you.”

Because he was safe. It was a good thing to be. He seated the plug deep. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Full,” she said, her voice deep. “Odd, but it doesn’t hurt. I don’t mind it so much now, but I’m getting achy, Case. I need you.”

She needed to come, but he didn’t trust his damn dick to last. Once he felt her heat around him, felt the drag of the plug on his cock, he would likely come like a rocket. He needed to take care of her first. Luckily, he knew exactly what to do.

His cell rang, the sound jarring. Case glanced down. He didn’t recognize the number.

Not that it mattered. He flicked the ringer off.

Nothing was going to stop him from taking his sub tonight.

Absolutely nothing. Tonight, he made her his forever.

* * * *

Mia loved the rope, loved how it held her so tight and kept her in the moment. So often her mind wandered. She tended to have a million and one thoughts sprinting through her brain at any moment, but the minute she felt the curl of rope on her skin and heard Case’s deep Dom voice, she focused as though the two together could trigger a separate part of her brain. Sex brain. Making love brain. Being with Case brain.

She even enjoyed the position she was in. Ass in the air, hands behind her back, one cheek to the quilt that covered Case’s bed. Her knees were splayed so he had easy access to her pussy and her ass. It sent her straight into sub space and that was a beautiful thing. Everything else melted away in this place. All the fights meant nothing here. The time apart was gone and all that mattered was Case’s hands, his voice, their connection.

He moved in front of her, allowing her to watch as he shed his jeans. His cock bounced free. It was just as beautiful as the rest of him. He was more devastating than he’d been before.

“I placed you perfectly,” Case murmured as he moved close. His hand touched her hair as he lined his cock up with her lips. “Just for a moment. I want to feel your mouth on me, but I’m not going to come. Not until I’m deep inside that pussy of yours. I’ve missed everything about you. Including your tongue. Lick me, Mia.”

There was nothing she wanted to do more. He gently held her head, his fingers tangling in her hair and tugging. Her whole body responded, blood heating up. She licked him, running her tongue along the stalk of his cock. He pushed the head just behind her lips. His skin tasted clean, the scent of his masculinity arousing her beyond compare. Her whole body ached with need. She could feel both the plug in her ass and how wet she was getting.

Case’s cock moved back and forth. He dipped in and out of her mouth. Mia sucked lightly, pulling on the head. She could taste a drop of arousal coating the tip.

“That’s right. You taste me. You taste what you do to me. I’ve waited months to get back inside you. Do you know what I thought about every single night? Nothing but you. You were my last thought before I went to sleep and the very first thing to hit my brain when I woke up in the morning and you can’t even imagine what my dreams were like.”

She would have told him about hers had he not thrust his cock back inside. All her dreams had been of him. Good and bad. She’d dreamed of him loving her, dreamed of him leaving her, dreamed of what Theo could have done. Mostly, though, she’d dreamed about him dominating her. She woke up in a sweat at the thought of his strength, his beauty, his passion.

All hers.

She ran her tongue over the ridge of his cock head.

“I dreamed of you tied up and spread for my pleasure. Just like you are right now. Take more. Take all of me.” His hips thrust, forcing his cock deeper. “In my dreams, you submit to me in the bedroom and you’re my partner everywhere else. You’re right by my side in the real world, but here in the bedroom, you kneel at my feet. And I worship you. I make you helpless and then I ply you with every bit of pleasure a man can give a woman. I lick you and suck you and fuck you whenever I want, however I want. I’m on top of you four times a day. I wake you up in the morning with my cock against your pussy and I fuck that sweet asshole late at night before you go to sleep in my arms.”

It sounded like heaven to her. She rolled her tongue around and around his cock. Case was so big he stretched her jaw. She groaned around him and his hand tightened in her hair, lighting up her scalp.

He pulled his cock out and took a step back. “Not so fast. I told you how this would go.”

“You’re not going to come until you’re deep inside me.” Until they were as close as two people could be. Two souls could be. “I dream of you, too. I dream of being your wife, your partner, the one you love more than anything. I dream of being part of your family.”

His eyes bore into her. “You are my family. You belong in my family. They love you. And I belong in yours. I promise to be a brother to your obnoxiously single-minded brothers. Your family. My family. It’s all the same.”

He moved out of her line of sight.

She felt his fingers running across the ropes, touching flesh and then pressing down on the jute. He ran his fingers over her back and then down her torso until he found her nipples. He cupped her breasts and then tweaked her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. His cock touched her thigh, still hard and heavy against her. “What are you doing?”

She couldn’t see him, could only feel the light rasp of his fingers on her skin.

“I told you. I’m playing. I haven’t played in forever.” He pinched her nipples harder, tugging on them. “Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you tomorrow? You should understand that we have hours and hours in the air tomorrow and you’re going to serve me.”

Mia hissed at the pain that flared through her when he pinched her nipples again. It flared and then the endorphins kicked in and she felt warmth along her flesh. “You’re taking me with you?” She hadn’t been sure. He’d said it, but he could always change his mind. This was a dangerous mission and she’d already screwed up once. “It’s all right if you’re worried about how I’ll behave. I promise I’ll stay with Erin and Avery.”

Warmth hit the nape of her neck as he leaned over and pressed his mouth there. She could feel his words rumble over her skin.

“I think it would be best if you did stay with them when the actual op is going down, but if you want to come you’re welcome to. I don’t want to be apart from you.”

He was drugging her with heat. She could barely think when he kissing her neck and shoulders, brushing back her hair with a patient hand. “I understand. I wasn’t as good out in the field as I thought I would be. I thought I would fight harder.”

“There’s a difference between learning self-defense and actually finding yourself in a life-and-death situation. I’ve been trying to teach your brothers that.” He licked along the shell of her ear. “You have to train. You have to learn muscle memory so your body and instincts take over. It’s very difficult to drown out the fear. Flight is usually better than fight for a civilian.”

But her brother wasn’t going to run. They’d spent far too long setting up their revenge. “I’ve been training with Ezra.”

A vicious twist had her gasping.

“Don’t even say that fucker’s name when I’m touching you.”

So he was still jealous. “Sorry.”

It looked like they would be talking about Ezra’s future employment after Case was done playing.

Case stepped away. “Don’t move and don’t lose that plug.”

What was he planning? She couldn’t exactly see him. Yeah, that did something for her, too, but then he knew it. Being kept on edge heightened her senses.

The plug in her ass made her aware of a part of her body she’d never thought of as erotic before. She clenched around it, keeping it deep inside her. She was stretched and heated, still able to feel the warmth from his spanking. She’d purged all the anxiety of the last few months and her soul felt lighter. No matter what happened tomorrow, they would be together.

He moved between her legs, skin skimming along the insides of her thighs.

“God, I’ve missed the way you taste.”

She closed her eyes as she realized what he was about to do. Warmth spun through her system, a hot flash of pure pleasure that made her gasp. His tongue moved over pussy, his hands holding tight to her thighs. He held himself up while he devoured her sex.

His tongue slid over her and she couldn’t breathe. He touched the plug, pressing it lightly and making her squirm at the sensation. He tapped on it, sending jangling pressure through her even as his mouth was soft as silk on her pussy.

Light and dark, soft and hard. That was her Master, her soon-to-be husband.

She was going to marry him so hard.

That thought brought a smile to her face. He was right. They’d needed the time apart. It had taught him to view her as a partner and it had given her insight into who he really was—a man willing to support her, a man who needed her as much as she needed him. He was more than just a hero. He was a man who needed her affection, her love.