Master No (46 page)

He chuckled and thrust in a little further before proving he could understand her. “I’m never going back to that job. I’ve got a new mission and that’s taking care of you. You should know though that Ian wants me to run a small office in whatever craptastic country you’re working in.”

He was coming with her. She hummed her assent to that plan as she worked her mouth over and over his cock. McKay-Taggart obviously wasn’t the CIA, and thank god for that. He could use that brilliant mind of his and still stay relatively safe and close to her.

But there was one issue they had to settle.

She came up for air, her hand going down to cup his heavy balls. “I need to stay in Dallas for a while. I need McKay-Taggart to figure out who on my staff was working with my sister. She couldn’t have managed this without someone on the inside. She needed data from the patients she was experimenting on. My doctors rotate in and out, so it has to be one of my full-time nurses.”

It hurt her heart to think that one of her nurses would do that to patients for money, but she had to be realistic.

“Stand up,” he commanded. It looked like he’d only wanted a taste. She stood and his hands found her undies, and suddenly he was the one on his knees. “I’ll talk to Ian when he gets back to Dallas. We’ll work something out, but if you want to go yourself, I’ll be beside you.”

She shuddered as he pushed her back and onto the bed, her legs splaying. He gripped her thighs, pressing them open so her pussy was right where he wanted it. “I need to stay in Dallas for a while.”

He put his nose right in her labia, breathing her in like she was the sweetest flower he’d ever encountered. “You will. You’re going to be under guard until we deal with your father, but I’m hoping that won’t take too long.”

“I have to stay and help Erin through this.” She wasn’t sure why, but she and Erin had clicked. They’d become the type of friends that rarely came along, and she wasn’t losing that. Love came in some strange forms, but it was too precious to toss out because it wasn’t perfect. Ten wasn’t perfect. He’d hurt her and likely would again because he was human. She would do the same, but if they made that vow to hold on despite whatever happened, they could have a life together.

Holding on. She’d let go of so many things in her life. She’d drifted, but he could keep her steady if she let him. He needed to be needed, craved it. He needed to understand that she wasn’t going anywhere. She was the permanent part of his life.

And she was going to give her friend some stability, too.

Ten rested his cheek against her, sighing as though he’d found his place. “I love you, Faith. I’ll go wherever you need to go. And I thank you for taking care of Erin. She’s going to need it. She’s welcome to stay with us. We’ll make sure she gets through this.”

He turned his head slightly and then his tongue rode over her delicate flesh.

She clutched the bedspread, trying not to scream out. Normally she wouldn’t care, but given the things that had happened, she wanted to respect her friends.

“That’s right. Keep quiet, but don’t think for a second this is disrespectful. I love you. If it had been me, I would want my friends to find something good. Theo was a good man. He wouldn’t deny us this.”

She nodded. He wouldn’t. Theo had been in love. If it had been Ten who had died, any of them really, Theo would have clung to Erin. They needed a reminder that there was still something good, that they were alive.

She relaxed back and let Tennessee take over. His tongue worked, caressing every inch of her pussy. He spread her wide and fucked deep inside, his mouth enveloping her. This was what she needed, what she would need for the rest of her life. This was what she’d been missing. All the times she’d surrendered before, all the play at submission had been nothing but a rehearsal for this man—her true match, her real Master, her partner and her husband.

“Let’s make this fun. We’ve got hours before we have to go.” He climbed on the bed with her, lying back. “Get up here and straddle me. I haven’t had my fill yet. Have I told you how good you taste? How perfect you are for me?”

She started to move, to obey him, but he hadn’t said how she should straddle him. She turned and before he could protest, she was on top of him, her tongue lapping at his cock again, but this time her pussy was right in line with his very talented mouth. Who didn’t love a good old-fashioned 69?

“Fuck, I like how you think, Doc.” A big hand slapped her ass. “You take me. You take every inch of me while I take what’s mine.”

He fucked her in earnest, his tongue going deep. It was hard to concentrate when her whole body felt like a live wire, but she had a job to do, too. She sucked his cock in long passes, loving how it seemed to pulse under her tongue. Salty pre-come leaked from his head and she sucked that down, too. Every now and then his big hand would come down, slapping at the flesh of her backside and sending ripples of sensation up her spine. Pain and pleasure. They combined and formed something new and sensational in her brain and body. She wasn’t sure why she needed both. Long ago she’d given up trying to be “normal.” This would be normal for them, the push and play of D/s in the bedroom. She would take this time she had with him while they were in hiding and use it to teach her man that he could count on her, that she would stay.

He was necessary to her, as necessary as her next breath.

“Stop.” He slapped her ass again. “I don’t want to come yet. Sit on my face, darling. Ride my tongue and after you come, I want you to ride my cock. I used to fucking love this. I’m taking it back. I’m taking it back with you.”

She moved, getting into the position he wanted. He was making himself vulnerable to her. How many times had this man had some “lover” try to hurt him over government secrets? How many times had he offered up his body for something other than pleasure? “You are never going back to that job.”

He’d done enough for his country. Tennessee Smith’s shop was closed for business.

“I always listen to good advice, ma’am.” He pulled on her hips, getting her into position.

Then she couldn’t think anymore. When he speared his tongue deep inside, there was no more worry or pain. There was no loss to be felt, only the pure pleasure of joining with this man. She gave over to the incredible sensation of being Ten’s lover, Master T’s sub, Mr. Smith’s wife.

Faith McDonald. She could be all those things for him and still be herself because loving him made her more than she’d been before. She’d been alone, her soul missing an inherent piece, and now she was complete. Even when he was away from her, she would keep a piece of him inside.

Even when they were truly parted, as all lovers were in the end, she wouldn’t be alone because she’d loved him.

The pleasure burst across her and she bit her lip to stop from crying out his name.

He kept up the torturing, forcing her to come again under the sweet lash of his tongue, the sucking of his mouth on her.

Finally he let go, and she had to force herself to remain upright.

After all, it was time to give her man the ride of his life.

* * * *

His cock was dying, but the rest of Ten Smith was perfectly satisfied. She’d come all over his tongue three times before he’d let her up. Her little pussy had ground down against him, demanding her pleasure, and he’d given it to her. Later, he would tie her up and make her come at least ten times before relenting and giving her his cock, but today he was too eager.

In the past that eagerness would have been the very pressure he needed to hold back, but he didn’t need to hold back with Faith.

“Tell me again. Tell me you love me.”

She moved down his body, bringing their faces in line. She touched their noses together in a tender show of affection. “I love you. I love you more than you can know.”

It was all that mattered. The moment mattered. Nothing else. “Tell me you’ll stay with me.”

Maybe that mattered, too. It made him seem like a weak, pathetic child, but he needed the words.

“I’ll stay with you for as long as we have,” she promised, her mouth coming down on his. “And when our time is over, I’ll find you. I don’t know where we’ll go, but I’ll find you again.”

She was crying, her tears falling to his cheeks as though he’d shed them himself. He’d given up crying long before, but Faith took up his slack. She could cry for him, be strong for him. And he would love her.

Loving Faith made it possible to love other people. It had happened with Ian earlier. For the first time, he’d opened and let the possibility in that he could be part of this weird and wonderful family. He’d claimed to love Phoebe, but he’d chosen revenge over being her brother.

He’d chosen revenge over truly honoring Jamie.

“I want to marry you and have kids with you. I don’t know if I’ll be a good father, but I want to try, Faith. I know what I want to name our first kid. Girl or boy.”

She closed her eyes briefly and when she opened them, they were practically glowing. “James. Jamie. Yes, I think that would be perfect.”

New life would honor the brother he’d lost. Not taking more. He finally got that. He finally understood that in order to really love someone, he had to make himself vulnerable.

He could be vulnerable to Faith because she was his home, his heart, all the good things he could do in life.

“Take me for once. I want to watch you take me.” He eased her down, his eyes taking in every inch of her body and the way she moved. She was a sensuous thing, comfortable in her own skin in a way he would never be. Another thing to love about her.

It had been forever since he’d given a woman the power position. Years had gone by and he’d never allowed a woman to be above him, to have a chance to hurt him again.

He’d prepped himself to get through it, but now that she was smiling down at him, there was no trepidation. There wasn’t an ounce of fear. This was Faith and she would never harm him, even when he deserved it. She came to him with open arms.

He would protect this woman to his dying day.

She took his cock in hand and everything fell away. There were parts of his body that ached, but he welcomed the pain because it meant he was alive.

“Do you want a condom? We don’t need it. I take a shot and I’m going to be perfectly faithful to you,” she offered.

He smiled. Nothing between them. One day when they were ready, there wouldn’t even be that chemical barrier between them. He reached up and touched her face, brushing back her silky hair. “I’m clean and I’m never touching another woman for as long as I live. You’re my end game, Faith.”

He’d thought it would be something else. An early grave. She was a surprise, a gift he’d been given. He would take her. He might not deserve her, but he would become the kind of man she needed. He would be the brother his sister needed, the brother his friends wanted. Even if that meant taking a punch in the face from Tag.

Faith began to lower herself onto his cock. Pure heat raked over his body. This was what he’d needed since the day he’d met her. This was beyond sex. He hadn’t realized it, but he’d been searching for it all of his life. Communion. Intimacy. Love.

So tight. She was tight and perfect and she knew how to draw the damn moment out. His girl took him in little passes, gaining ground and then retreating, tempting and teasing him. He watched, not giving in to the urge to take over. This was Faith’s show. They had a lifetime to play, but this was a sacred act for him. Giving himself to her. Trusting her.

She sighed as she finally settled on his cock, every inch of his dick buried deep in her body. She clenched around him, making him bite back a moan.

“Are you all right?” Faith looked down at him.

She was a fucking goddess with her hair spilling over her shoulders and brushing her collarbones. Her hair pointed the way to her breasts. He couldn’t help himself. He reached out for them. Round and perfectly sized for his hands, he was drawn to them. When he got her home and kept her naked, those breasts would always be ready for his mouth.

“I told you what would happen if you treated me like an invalid. Lean forward.”

She bit her bottom lip but did as he asked, and he finally got that sweet treat in his mouth. He licked one nipple, aware always of the connection of their bodies. His cock was pulsing, begging to be set free, but he wanted the moment to last. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, loving the way she tightened around him. A little nipple torture was definitely on the agenda for his hot doc. While he sucked one nipple deep into his mouth, he pinched down hard on the other one. Sure enough, her pussy clenched around his cock. She needed this play and he needed to give her everything.

With gentle care he bit down on the nipple in his mouth while thrusting his hips up. Faith gasped and started to move against him. “Yes. That feels so good, Master. Give me more.”

He would give her everything. He switched nipples, moving to soothe the pinched one with his tongue while he squeezed the other tight.

Her body practically vibrated over his. She whimpered and squirmed, every movement delighting his cock. She’d already come for him, but he could feel her body getting ready to go off again. This time, he meant to be with her.

He let go of her nipple and eased her back up. Those sweet pebbles were now red as raspberries, and her skin was perfectly flush with arousal again. She wasn’t doing her duty now. She wasn’t pleasing him because he’d pleasured her. She wanted an orgasm and she would fight for it. That was what he wanted.

He smacked her juicy ass, the sound further enflaming his senses. “Ride me. Take me hard.”

Her head fell back as she began to move. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He watched as she started to bounce up and down on his cock. So much heat. So much fucking friction. She moved gracefully, her pussy sucking at him, drawing him back in again and again. He watched as her tits bounced, the sight causing him to reach for them again. He cupped her breasts as she worked over him. So gorgeous.

He let his hands skim her body down from her breasts to the curves of her hips. He wasn’t going to last much longer. She was too hot, too perfect, and he could feel every inch of her pussy milking his cock. He slammed up into her, his hands pulling down as he ground up. He let his right hand find the spot where they were joined. The pad of his thumb rubbed over her clit as he started to fuck her with a furious intensity.