Mistress's Master: Men in Blue, Book 3 (20 page)

Need him closer. Deeper.

When he separated them, she froze. “Did I grab you again? Tie me up. I can’t think when—”

“Shh.” He dipped lower to sample her lips again before reaching toward the nightstand. He rummaged around the computer equipment, cursing beneath his breath. “You’re doing great. It’s me who’s lacking practice. Damn it. I could have sworn I put a handful of condoms over here. I must be more out of the swing of things than I realized. I’ll be right back.”

“Wait. Don’t.” He froze when she bracketed as much of his rib cage as she could with her splayed fingers. “Please.”

He braced himself on one elbow, returning his scrutiny to her face.

“Do you understand what you’re asking for? Look at what this fucking drug has done to your eyes. You’re not yourself. Not thinking…I promise I’ll take care of you. Thirty seconds. You may touch yourself while I’m gone.”

“God.” She blinked, half-tempted to take him up on it. Anything to ease the arousal edging into unpleasantness as it danced along her sensory receptors. No, not without settling this first. “Nothing between us. Please. You know the club’s rules. I’m tested every two weeks. I’m clean. It’s been years since I had unprotected sex.”

“Let me guess. Your father’s trainers?”

“They tried everything—pain, humiliation, isolation.” She swallowed hard. “Nothing broke me. My father gave them the key. Promised them I’d cave. If nothing else, he had genius when it came to people, their motivations and how to use their weaknesses against them. He knew I’d freak. Considering my mom and all the guys she slept with and how careful I was…how determined I was to be different.”

“Ah, Lily.” He rained butterfly kisses over her upturned face.

“I didn’t find out until I burned his files after—”

“After he killed himself.” Jeremy didn’t judge her. He surrounded her with his heat, absorbing her pain and lending his strength.

“Yeah. He’d only chosen men who had vasectomies to fuck me.” She shook her head. “In his own insane way, I think it was the nicest thing he ever did for me. He thought he was protecting me. Making me stronger. They created Mistress Lily.”

“You took what they started and molded it into your own thing. You’ve helped so many submissives. Legitimately, as their handler. Their safe harbor to express themselves when others would have taken advantage. Not to mention the slaves you’ve freed. God, Lily, how many have there been? Dozens?”

“Maybe a hundred.” She shivered in his arms. “It’s been so long, Jeremy. So hard. Too many I couldn’t protect. I’m afraid I can’t last much longer. Will it ever end?”

“I promise it will.” He sipped the single tear trickling along her temple.

She wasn’t crying. It was the drug. Making her eyes water. That was it.

“We’re going to finish this.”

“I believe you.” And she did. “You have no idea how attractive that is, do you?”

“What?” He tilted his head.

“Your commitment to justice. It’s unreal. Rare. Such a part of you. You wear it so easily, I’m shocked Tony didn’t kick you out on your ass in a heartbeat.”

“Nothing could keep me from you. I’d have clawed a tunnel into this place with my bare hands if I had to. I won’t be separated from you again. The last three months have killed me.”

“Then don’t stop now. Please, take me. Naked.” She set the back of her hands on the pillow, almost as though motioning for surrender while horizontal.

He groaned. “It’s such a precious gift. I don’t deserve it. It’s too much—too important for tonight. Let’s wait until you’re clearer. Until we can take other precautions or discuss the consequences.”

“I get birth control shots as part of my regular health screenings. There’s nothing else to consider if it pleases you. I mean…unless…”

“Unless nothing.” Jeremy’s hips rocked, nudging his stiff cock into the folds of her pussy. “I’m dying to mark you. No one else may see it. They may never know. But we will. You’ll never be able to erase me from inside you.”

“I’m not sure I could now. Maybe not since the moment I met you.” Her head tossed on the fine sheets as he tortured her. So close and yet so far from where he belonged. “Damn you. What have you done to me?”

“Easy, Lily. I’ve loved you.”

The simplicity of his statement shocked her into silence. She’d cared for many of her submissives. All of them to some degree. Others, like Malcolm, as deeply as love. She had to in order to grant their wishes. Dare she hope for more? There was a big difference between loving someone and being in love with them.

Later.

Worry about it later.

Her fingers formed a fist. Nails left impressions on the heel of her palm.

Jeremy reached between them to align himself better. Two fingers forced his erection, aimed straight for her swollen pussy, to comply with gravity despite a lust that defied all forces of nature.

She sighed when he pushed the slightest bit inside her, soothing the fingers of chemical fire gripping her in their clutches. Every place they made skin-on-skin contact, the drug’s effect paled beside the impact his honest affection had on her system.

Shallow, gentle strokes of his wide, plum-shaped head through her sensitive opening had her moaning. His sensual advance terrified her even as it filled an emptiness she’d refused to acknowledge.

“That’s right, let me in.” He delved deeper, still with relentless tenderness.

She clenched around his cock, savoring the hiss of his breath and the plunge of his stiff flesh that followed.

“Enough of that. You can’t force me to lose control.” Jeremy stared into her eyes. “Uncurl your fists. Relax.”

He fucked her a little harder when she complied.

“Good girl. Don’t move them unless I tell you to.”

“Yes, sir.” Using the appellation thrilled her. She’d never dreamed of granting it to a man until she’d met Jeremy. Now she couldn’t fathom living without this. Lucky. How had she gotten so damn lucky in the shitstorm of her life as to find the one human being capable of liberating her?

Lily laughed, unable to contain her joy, as he spread her moist tissue.

“What’s that for?” He screwed his hips, nudging his cock against a particularly sensitive spot inside her as he devoured her smile.

Her chuckle morphed into a moan as she hugged him tight, welcoming him within her without boundaries or constraints. “You know how I like to make my subs touch each other?”

He paused, angling his head. “Yes, but I don’t play like that.”

“No, no. Not what I meant.” Her pelvis lifted, presenting herself for his continued fucking. He resumed, making her explanation take twice as long. “So many say they’ve never wanted to explore until I ordered it. I’ve never believed their bi-for-you claims.”

“Lily.” He growled. “If you have a point, make it. Otherwise, save your story for the morning and savor what I’m giving you.”

“I’m sub-for-you, Jeremy.” She beamed up at him. “No one else. Ever. Only you.”

“Hell, yes.” Tendons bulged, highlighting the thick stretch of his neck. He thrust, hard, embedding himself to the root in her body. “For me. For this. For us.”

His fingers meshed with hers as he clasped their hands. Pressure built on her forearms when he leaned on her, caging her in. Claustrophobia never entered the picture. With him on top of her, no one could reach her. Nothing could threaten their joining.

Jeremy trapped her ankles with his shins, completing her imprisonment.

“I’m going to come.” She tried to resist. “Please, let me.”

“Won’t let you.” He captured her lips, nipping the bottom one before roaming along her jaw to nuzzle her neck. “I’ll
make
you.”

When he clamped his mouth over the tender spot and sucked, she lost every hint of self-control. The purple badge he left on her pale skin couldn’t compare to the brand he stamped on her soul. He jerked between her thighs, pumping her full of his come. The throb of his cock enhanced every spasm of her pussy until she wondered if the symbiotic duet could last eternally.

All too soon, they crashed toward reality from the heaven he’d fashioned for her.

Good thing the bed was soft.

The next time Lily woke—with hunger gnawing at her guts—she reached for him. Her arms didn’t budge. She rested on her stomach with her head turned sideways against the mattress so her cheek lay flush. Her eyes remained closed as she wriggled, or tried. Something firm and cool trapped her ankles, probably tethered to her thighs since she couldn’t straighten the right angles of her bent knees or close her spread-wide thighs.

“No faking.” Jeremy slapped her ass hard enough to sting.

She would have jerked but the bondage he’d imposed kept her stationary.

“Nice job.” She appreciated his handiwork, testing the figure eight brackets locking her wrists to her thighs. “Comfortable yet effective.”

“Glad you approve.” His chuckle rumbled from behind her a moment before his fingertip drew a line from her heel over her arch to her toes, which curled in the air. “Is your foot sore?”

“No.” She couldn’t resist. “How about your balls?”

“They’re nowhere near as painful as your ass will be if you keep up the backtalk.”

“Cross your heart?” She enjoyed the searing energy of pain on occasion.

“Fuck yes.” He wrapped his fist in her hair and tugged until her neck bowed, bending her body into an uneven U. “I’ve missed the weight of my flogger in my grip as I make my prize dance. The yelps that turn into cries and moans then begging for more are my favorite. Someday, not long from now, I’ll remind us both what we’ve sacrificed.”

She glanced over her shoulder, curious about his arrangement.

Another spank heated her cheeks.

“No peeking either.” He rubbed out the heat flushing her bottom then spread her cheeks wide.

The arousal saturating her turned chilly in the night air. She tried to grind her clit on the bed, seeking any measure of relief. None was granted. The slight incline produced by her elevated legs ensured she couldn’t force contact. Devious bastard.

“Tell me, Lily. How bad is it now?”

“Better.”

“That’s not what I asked.” He tsked. “How bad?”

“A six.”

“Ah, damn.” He paused to gather his thoughts. “I was afraid of that. It’s been less than an hour, darling. I need more time.”

“I’m okay.”

“Don’t ever lie to me.” This time he spanked her harder. Beyond playful. “I can see the sheen of sweat your skin. I can hear the catch in your breathing. You need it.”

“Yes, sir.” No use in pretending. Their bond would require an adjustment period.

“No worries. I have you covered.”

Metallic clanks piqued both professional and very, very personal curiosity. She refused to disappoint him by looking. Something blunt, cool and slightly squishy brushed her spread pussy then vanished. She tensed, unable to evade the device he must have aligned.

The unmistakable snick of a tube of lube being uncapped elevated her respiration. Jeremy coached her, “Just my fingers. Nice and wet. Ready?”

“Yes.” She cried out when he penetrated her pussy, impaling her on his long digits. He slathered her with jelly, the compound slicking her already moist interior.

“So lovely.” He kissed the small of her back as he withdrew his fingers. “Would you like to see my Lily arrangement?”

“I bet no one’s requested that bouquet from a florist before.”

“A shame, really.” He petted her flank as he observed the product of his labor. “You’re even more stunning than usual.”

Jeremy paced as he spoke. At least that’s what she thought until he commanded, “Look.”

She turned her head to the other side, observing herself in the stand mirror he framed with his hands. Attempting to view the world through his lens took effort when all she craved was to fuck.

“What do you see?”

“Someone powerless.”

“Try again.” He shook his head and gritted his teeth. “You know better.”

“Someone on the edge of discovery.”

“That’s better.” He nodded.

“How do you know I was talking about me?” She grinned. “Maybe I meant you.”

“You’d be right in either case. Every time I touch you I learn more about myself and the depth of emotion I’m capable of experiencing. Every time you entrust yourself to me, the extent of your generosity is explored.”

He propped the mirror against the wall, parallel with her torso. “Keep watching.”

She shuddered when he retrieved a heavy object from the foot of the bed. The attachment locked on to a metal plate, which bolted to the bar between her knees. It would have been impossible to mistake the intent of the motor leading to an aluminum pole tipped with a medium-sized, bright blue dildo.

“It’s filled with gel.” He answered the question in her mind before she could vocalize it. “Chilled. Not too much. The coolness won’t last long, but it should counteract some of your soreness. Pleasure alone. That’s all I hope for you tonight.”

He fit the toy to her pussy.

Lily cried out, need and relief mingling.

A remote landed beside her on the mattress, bouncing against her shoulder. “I’ll look into your eyes as it fucks you for me. As long and often as you need it.”

He climbed into the bed, resting his broad shoulders on the headboard, framing her body with his powerful legs, guiding her head to rest on his lap. The reflection of their intimate embrace had her pussy kissing the tip of the refreshing dildo parked at her entrance.

She whimpered.

“What do you want? All you have to do is ask and I’ll give you the world.”

As bad as she needed to hold his implement within her, she needed something else more. “Let me suck your cock, please.”

“Ah, damn.” He tensed beneath her cheek. “As amazing as you are, it’s not going to work just yet. I promise. I’ll make this good for you.”

“I didn’t say anything about bringing you to orgasm.” She nuzzled his crotch. “Or even getting you hard. I want to taste you again, feel you in my mouth. Please, sir.”

His skull
thunked
against the headboard. She could have sworn she detected his lips moving in silent prayer. Then he struck in a flash, using her hair to angle her face toward his soft cock. He fed it into her greedy, open mouth.