Nobody's Hero (56 page)

“Well, since I’m now a member of the Marine
Corps family, I’ll always strive to live up to the motto.”

Gently turning, he lowered her onto her back
on the rug and kissed her as he slid his hand under the cup of her
bra and pinched her nipple. He took advantage of her soft gasp and
invaded her lips. So sweet, so warm. His hand lowered to her mons
and he spread the folds of her scarf skirt, touching her bare
pussy. Wet for him. Only him.

“You asked to be taken on the floor,
kitten.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her breathy whisper nearly undid
him.

“Turn over. On your knees and elbows. Then
brace yourself, because I’m going to ram my dick so deep inside
you, you are going to taste me. Is that clear?”

Her pupils dilated. “Sir, yes, Sir!”

He chuckled and leaned back, smacking her on
the ass for her insolence as she scrambled to get into position. He
knelt behind her, unhooking her bra and sliding it down her arms.
When she moved to rise up and remove it completely, he pushed
against her back. “Stay. I didn’t give you permission to move.”

He lay over her back, supporting himself with
one hand on the floor as his other pulled and teased her
nipples.

“Take me, Sir. I need you.”

He removed his hand from her tit. “Kitten,
we’ve talked about this before. You do not tell me what you need. I
already know what you need.”

“But, Sir, you don’t seem to know that I need
it now! Ow!”

He’d squeezed her tit harder than he had
lately, because they were so sensitive, but one way or another, he
needed to exert his control over the situation before she ran all
over him.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll be patient. Take as
long as you need to.”

Was she insinuating he was old and slow?
“Why, you little brat…” He rose up onto his knees and undid his
button-fly jeans, allowing his rigid cock to spring out and thump
against her ass. He pressed his middle finger into her wet pussy to
make sure she was ready, pulled his finger out, and then grabbed
her hips and rammed himself inside, entering her fully.

“Oh, yes! Harder, Sir. Take me harder!”

He growled. Later, he’d enjoy punishing her
for continuing to top him. Right now, all he wanted to do was bury
himself inside her to the hilt, over and over again, for the rest
of his life.

* * *

When Karla could form a coherent thought
again, she felt Adam pull out of her. Too languid to move, she
remained with her butt up in the air, resting her head on her
hands. He pulled away, patting her butt, and she missed him
immediately. He got some paper towels from the kitchen and cleaned
them up, then she lay down again on the sheepskin rug.

“Now, I need to get up off the floor and get
your presents.”

“Presents?” What could he possibly have
gotten for her? She already had everything she wanted. She rolled
over onto her back and looked up at him.

“Yes, presents—but with some strings
attached.”

He stood up and walked over to the tree,
retrieving the two small boxes he’d placed under there this
morning. “You’ll have to excuse the wrapping on the first one. I’m
all thumbs when it comes to this kind of thing.”

“Never judge a book by its cover, Sir.”

“Truer words were never spoken. I still
remember seeing you standing there on my stage in a Maid Marian
costume.”

“Hey, it was popular in the club in
Soho.”

“Well, I prefer the way you’re dressed now.”
Well, she certainly wouldn’t have shown up in Soho wearing this,
but she’d already worn it to the club once, the night she’d thought
she could submit to being Adam’s slave. What a nightmare that had
been.

He knelt down beside her and handed her the
one he’d wrapped first. She felt her throat tighten and when she
moved to sit up, he held out his hand to her, bringing her into the
cradle between his thighs and wrapping his arms around her.

Safe
.

Karla had the wrapping off and was about to
open the long box when he stayed her hand. She heard him take a
deep breath.

“Kitten, what’s in the box is something you
will choose to wear the first time. This is something I can’t order
you to do. But once you accept it, you will wear it whenever and
wherever I tell you to wear it. Do you understand?”

Her hand began to shake in his. “I think so,
Sir.” Her chest tightened with emotion and her eyes burned. She
knew before she opened the box what was inside. Adam released her
hand and she opened the lid. There, nestled in tissue paper, was a
black leather collar with red spikes. She touched the leather. So
soft, like baby’s skin. But the spikes were made of cold, hard
metal.

“The leather is soft, like you.” He stroked
her cheek. “The spikes signify your love of rough sex.”

She giggled. “I always wondered about all the
different types of collars and what they meant.” She pulled it out
of the box and heard something jangle. Turning it over, she saw a
dog tag attached to one of the D-rings. “Montague, Adam M.” was
imprinted into the first two rows of metal, as well as his social
security number, rank, even religion. Lutheran.

“I didn’t know you were Lutheran.”

“What? Oh, the tags. Yeah, well. We went some
when I was a kid.” He pulled a chain from around his neck which had
an identical dogtag. “I’ll always wear the other dog tag,
indicating we’re one body, not two, forever joined.”

The tag swam before her eyes and her hand
shook so badly, it jangled again. She reached up and wiped the
tears from her eyes and looked again to find a padlock and an
anchor attached to the same ring, etched with the words
“Semper
Fidelis
.
”

Always faithful.

“You know what the motto means. You’re mine,
kitten. Only mine. We’ll be faithful to each other until death
parts us.”

“Maybe even longer, Sir. I am yours and yours
alone.”

He wrapped his arm around her upper body and
pulled her against his hard chest.
Safe
.

“Are you saying you’ll agree to wear my
collar, kitten? You don’t have to agree today. If you do decide to
wear my collar, though, we’ll want to have more formal ceremony at
the club with our friends, when you are ready to make the
commitment publicly.”

Karla broke away from him and scooted around
to face him, dashing more tears from her eyes, but no longer caring
if she acted overly emotional. Next to her wedding, this was the
most important commitment she’d ever made. She knelt as gracefully
as she could and held the collar out to him. At first he looked
puzzled, as if he thought she was giving it back. Then she took her
free hand and lifted her hair, exposing her neck.

“Please, Sir. I would be honored to wear your
collar. To have you teach me to be the best sub I can be, one you
can be proud of. To be obedient to you always—well, as much as I
can.” She grinned.

He chuckled. “Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll
continue to try and keep you under my thumb. But I enjoy punishing
you when you get out of line, so I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

Karla nibbled her lower lip. He’d paddled her
really hard last night for her brattiness. She really did need to
try harder not to disobey. Adam dug into his pocket and retrieved a
key and unlocked the one-inch padlock at the back of the collar.
Oh, my.
The lock was for real.

Adam paused and looked up at her. “You’re
sure you’re ready for this, kitten? Do you have any questions you
want to ask?”

“Will we continue to negotiate, until we know
what each of us needs and wants?”

“Yes, always.”

“And, just to be clear, I’ll be your sub, not
your slave.”

He chuckled. “You’d better believe it. I
think I’ve had enough slavery to last a lifetime.”

“Then I can’t think of anyone I’d rather be
padlocked to, Sir.” She grinned.

Adam crawled on his knees behind her and
opened the collar, placing it against the slim column of her neck
and adjusting the size to fit her. He slipped two warm fingers
between her neck and the leather to test the tightness.

“How does that feel?”

“Wonderful, Sir.”

She felt a little tug as he buckled the latch
and then heard the click of the padlock as it was snapped in place.
His. She was his sub. He was her Dom. She felt her nipples bunch in
anticipation of their time together.

His lips pressed against the curve of her
neck and her breath hitched in her throat. Her head lolled to the
side, giving him better access. But he pulled away.

“You’re not finished yet, kitten.”

She furrowed her brows and wondered what she
was supposed to do, then he held the other box in front of her.
This one was very professionally wrapped. She liked Master Adam’s
wrapping job better, because it was more personal. She took the box
and carefully tore the paper off the cardboard, then opened the
lid. Inside, there was a slim black-velvet box. She lifted it out
of the cardboard box and lifted the lid.

Gleaming against a black velvet backdrop lay
an exquisite filigreed collar in silver or platinum studded with
diamonds an encircled with ribbons of pink and green gold. The pink
was much like her wedding band.

“Those ribbons are made of Black Hills gold
and the filigree is platinum, like the ring you gave me on our
wedding day. I commissioned it soon after we arrived up here, when
you were at the grocery store gathering up supplies. This is the
collar you will wear in public. Read the inscriptions.”

She held the collar closer. On the pink
ribbon, she read, “To the woman who brings me to my knees.” And on
the green ribbon, “Always and forever.” She remembered the first
time she’d brought him to his knees, in a dirty ladies room in the
Chicago bus terminal. She looked up to see a gleam in his eyes, as
if he too remembered that time. And here he was, once again, on his
knees before her.

“Yes, kitten—always and forever.”

Kallypso Masters writes emotional romance
novels with dominant males and the women who will bring them to
their knees. Sometimes it seems she lives with these
Masters at
Arms
Doms twenty-four/seven—yes, they tend to dominate her
life. Often, she’ll wake up with one or more characters waiting by
her bedside to share some delicious secret about themselves. Yes,
it’s a tough job, but she loves every minute of it.

Kally has been writing full-time since May
2011, having quit her “day job” the month before to pursue a
full-time writing career.
Masters at Arms
was her debut
novel (published in August 2011) and was followed quickly by
Nobody’s Angel
in September. (These are just the books she’s
allowing to be published. Many others will remain in that box on
the shelf where all practice novels should go.)

She is excited to be making plans to attend
some of the conventions and conferences in the Romance Writing and
Reading world, including the 2012 Romantic Times (RT) Booklovers
(Chicago, April), Lori Foster’s Reader and Author Get-Together
(Cincinnati, May/June), and Authors After Dark (New Orleans,
August). She hopes to meet lots of readers and fellow authors
there!

Kally lives in rural Kentucky and has been
married for 28 years to the man who provided her own Happily Ever
After. They have two adult children, one rescued dog, and one
rescued cat—and now four Doms (Adam, Marc, Damián, and Luke) and a
Domme (Grant).

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