Mistress's Master: Men in Blue, Book 3 (33 page)

“Nice and slow, Lily.” He sucked lightly on her clit. “This could take a while. Lay back. Enjoy my present to you.”

“Your wrist isn’t much bigger than Matt’s cock. Do it faster.” She couldn’t still her hips, which lifted to meet his steady pushing. The wedge of his hand gradually widened her, permitting more of his fingers to impale her.

“It’s not my wrist that’s the problem, it’s my knuckles. You know the thumb is the hardest part. After that, you’ll suck me right in.” He pinned her to the bed with his free arm, highlighting the elevated sensation on her ass.

“Have you done this before?” Lily panted at the hard-core stimulation he delivered. He stroked her from the inside, persuading her muscles to relax and absorb more of him.

“Personally, no,” he murmured against her mound. Vibrations enhanced his slow assault. “I observed one of Gunther’s sessions during my training, though. The woman he fisted came so hard she passed out. Even unconscious, she shattered again when he withdrew.”

“I’m not surprised. The thought of you, so deep inside me…” She shuddered.

“I remember the look on her face when she woke up. How she and Gunter were always closer than some of his other subs. I want that with you, Lily. Another bond.” His tongue wriggled around her clit, tensing her muscles in a counterproductive spasm. “That’s right. Why don’t you come on me? Get rid of some of this extra tension. Go ahead.”

Permission spurred her higher. Spreading digits trapped sensitive nerves against her pubic bone. Pinched flesh clamped around him, squeezing him tight. Sparkles danced behind her scrunched lids as she embraced the flare of arousal and nurtured it until it flared out of control. It consumed her, flashing over her entire being like a rag doused in gasoline finally exposed to flame.

“Master!” She flailed in his direction as sensation overwhelmed her. Fingers threaded through hers, holding her hand during the storm of ecstasy that rained through her body.

Jeremy pumped into her, maximizing each flex and release to enhance her experience and burrow deeper in her welcoming body.

“Thank you, thank you.” She didn’t realize she chanted it again and again until he paused his suckling to accept her gratitude.

“It’s always my pleasure.” His thumb took up where his mouth left off. It glided around her clit, desensitizing the engorged bundle of nerves while he levered over her for a long, drugging kiss.

Sweetness flavored his mouth, merging with his usual spicy tang. She drew on his tongue, craving his possession in every part of her capable of hosting him. For long minutes, they exchanged heated licks and nips. When he drew her bottom lip between his and nibbled, she began to emerge from the sensual fog he’d generated.

“Most of your hand is in me?” She slid her fingers between their torsos to feel for herself. Circling his slick wrist, she worked past the heel of his hand. Not much farther and she encountered her own stretched tissue. He cupped her pussy in the juncture of his hand and thumb, the devious digit manipulating her into a renewed burst of pleasure.

“Yeah.” He seemed a little out of breath himself. “You’re so silky. Warm. Can you take more?”

“Yes, sir.”

The snarl he made as he dipped lower, lavishing bold attention on her chest, might have frightened her if she didn’t share his experience. How many times had she reveled in the surrender of a man who begged for her to use his body?

Though she’d appreciated their sacrifices, she hadn’t fully realized how much she might have given in return. If he didn’t take her higher she might dissolve into an unsatisfied puddle. On the brink of a major breakthrough, she couldn’t turn back.

Jeremy thrilled her with undiluted lust. He laved her nipple, alternating harsh bites with tender swipes of his tongue.

“Please. More.” She trembled beneath him. “I need more.”

He responded like lightning to her desperate petition. Sitting on his heels between her legs, he folded his thumb behind his fingers until his hand resembled a duck’s bill. The ideal formation made his fist as narrow as possible. He snatched the bottle of lube with his left hand and held it out to her. “Open it.”

She lurched forward, flipping the cap up with her teeth.

“So eager?” Crooning platitudes followed as he doused the exposed portions of his right hand with more lube. Coupled with steady pressure, he initiated a twisting of his wrist that insinuated him a fraction of an inch deeper with each motion. “It’s probably going to hurt, Lily. Deep breaths now.”

“Ahh.” She couldn’t manage more than that. The wedge of his hand spread her wider with every passing second. It wasn’t exactly painful, but it sure as hell burned. So good.

Driven by the motion of his arm and the heartbeat pulsing through his veined shaft, his stiff cock waved.

She licked her lips.

“I’d rather fuck you, though I may take you up on that again later.” He grimaced. “If I don’t shoot the second my fist is buried inside you.”

“You’ll probably need something tighter than my pussy after this.” She angled her head away. Her heart hurt when she considered she might not have what it took to satisfy him.

“You know it doesn’t work that way.” He slapped her inner thigh hard enough to claim her undivided attention. “Don’t forget all you’ve studied just because this is you and me. Your pussy is elastic. Plenty tight even minutes after fisting. And even if it wasn’t…there’s always your ass. I haven’t taken all of you yet, Lily. But I will. Count on that.”

The jerk of her hips embedded him a tiny bit deeper.

They both moaned.

“In fact, the time I told you about.” He groaned as he increased the pressure on her muscles. “Gunther fucked his sub in the ass while he fisted her.”

“If it pleases you—”

“Not today.” He stroked himself a few times before resuming his position on his belly between her legs. After arranging his package, he used his fingers to test her pussy where it smothered his hand. “Maybe next time. If you’re a good girl.”

“I promise.” A yelp escaped when he pushed a little too hard and pain shot up her spine.

In an instant, he backed off. “We might need more than one session to do this right, Lily. I won’t rush you.”

“No!” She grabbed his forearm and dug in her nails to keep him from retreating.

“Excuse me?” He froze. Instincts wrestled for control over his paralyzed features.

With a concentrated effort, she lowered her hands to the sheets, digging them into the rich material to keep her grounded. “Please. Don’t leave me.”

Jeremy closed his eyes as though praying for strength. When he opened them, she gasped at the raw hunger she glimpsed. “I told you. I won’t ever do that again. I’m part of you.”

“Make it true.” She begged from her heart. “I can take it. So close. Please fill me, enter me, make me yours. I trust you to take care of me. And right now this is what I need.”

“Yes, right on the brink. My knuckles are resting at your entrance.” He cursed. “Fuck. Bear down, Lily. Take a deep breath then let it out long and slow. On three.”

He dropped his head long enough to surround her clit with his wicked mouth and ply the sensitive organ with tricks she’d never even imagined before. Combined with his hand—lodged in her pussy—and the desire radiating from him, he had her poised on the brink of another orgasm in record time.

“One.” He continued the twisting of his wrist, nestling his knuckles as close to the ring of muscles guarding her entrance as possible.

“Two.” Pressure built both inside and out when he looked straight into her eyes and smiled.

“Three.” She said it for him.

“Yes.” He pushed through the last of her resistance. “Three.”

Lily’s eyes rolled. Her hips arched off the mattress and she released a keening wail. Not only because of the stab of pain. God, it stung. But also because the overwhelming physical sensations allowed her to surrender completely to the emotional firestorm raging through her heart and soul.

Reality smacked her as his fingers naturally curled into a fist inside her. She never would have allowed anyone except her soul mate to invade her so completely. It wasn’t a matter of permission so much as acceptance. He owned her.

“You were made for me,” he voiced her thoughts.

Lily wrapped her legs around his shoulders, pulling him closer. Speech eluded her. Instead, she allowed him to do all the talking. He whispered endless promises in the artificial dusk of their little world. Things she had never dared to hope for from a lover.

Discomfort faded. Pure happiness replaced unease.

“That’s right, Lily.” He peppered kisses over her mound, belly and thighs. “I’m inside you. Part of you. Just like you’re branded on me. Since the first moment I saw you I knew. You were meant to be mine.”

His fingers unfurled a little.

The internal massage sent a shock wave of pleasure bursting out toward her fingers and toes. “Yes. Yes. Please.”

Managing more than monosyllabic feedback was beyond her capabilities.

He pumped his fist forward then back in tiny jabs. The barest motion triggered a riot of sensation. Fingers splayed, she slapped the bed. Her heels dug into his back. Whether it was his fist or his heart triggering her rapid climb toward bliss, she couldn’t say.

“Fuck, yes,” he growled before he lowered his mouth to manipulate her clit. “I can feel your pussy rippling around my hand. Come for me, Lily.”

Her toes curled, and her breath caught in her chest.

Jeremy rocked inside her as he devoured her pussy. The combination of his bold stuffing and his gentle worship tipped her over the edge. Rainbows bloomed behind her scrunched eyelids. Her pussy spasmed around him. Though spread enough she could barely clench, she didn’t need to grip much to smother him with her passion.

When she would have descended on the far side of rapture, he chuckled against her sopping flesh. “Oh no you don’t. You have more to give. More to take.”

The rotation of his wrist added another dimension to the power of his shallow yet mighty thrusts. He drew a figure eight with his fist inside her, filling her to overflowing. The addictive pressure had her seeking the next crest before she’d fully dropped into the valley of the waves battering her.

Another climax stole her breath, making her gasp and shout. She clamped around him, losing track of time and space. All she knew was he had control, he wouldn’t abandon her and that she could trust him. Those were the only things that mattered.

Lily soared.

She wrung every drop of pleasure from his touch. When she laid shuddering, teeth chattering in the wake of his awesome present, he finally relented.

“Very good. Such a sweet girl.” He hypnotized her with his praise. “Time to let go, Lily.”

She thrashed her head on the pillows, her hair tangling around her. “Nooo.”

“Sorry, you have to. Just for now. We’ll try it again someday. I promise.” He brushed the stray strands from her sweat-slicked brow. “Remember, I’m always with you. This won’t change a thing.”

How wrong he was. It had altered absolutely everything.

Lily wasn’t proud of the noise she made when he began to slide from her sopping pussy. A blended yell, groan and protest ricocheted around them. Pressure built to a small pain that couldn’t match the sense of loss swamping her as his hand squeezed from her body.

He lunged for the nightstand and the towel he’d staged there. Even that meager distance was too much for her system, which operated on raw, primal levels after being deconstructed by his mastery. Tears leaked from her eyes and sobs bubbled up.

Jeremy surrounded her as soon as he finished drying his arm.

The mighty attempt she made to contain her emotions failed. Another hiccup slipped past her guard.

“It’s okay to cry.” He showered her with care and attention. Rubbing her back, he nestled her against his chest and began to rock her softly. “You’ve stood alone so long. No more. Never again. You don’t have to hide from me or yourself. Just be, Lily. Feel. It’s all right. You’re safe.”

“I wish I could repay you.” She had nothing left to give.

“Look at me.” He nudged her jaw until the blaze of his stare filled her vision. “You have. A million times over. No one’s ever given me anything as special as you just did. I’ll treasure that experience until the day I die.”

“You’re still hard.” She nibbled her lip. “I didn’t take care of you.”

“I’ll let you know when I require you to service me.” He nuzzled her nose. “Being with you, holding you, is all the satisfaction I need right now.”

She doubted that was true. The idea of him jerking off in the bathroom after she fell asleep bruised her heart. It didn’t seem fair after all he’d done to guarantee her pleasure.

“Remember your lessons.” He pressed his palm over the sore spot on her ass where he’d landed his final, stinging spank. “Would I lie to you?”

The handsome lines of his face blurred behind another curtain of tears. She’d nearly slipped into her old thinking. “No, Master. You wouldn’t. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry, wildcat.” He rubbed his chin over the crown of her head. “I’m going to have lots of fun taming you. I don’t expect a lifetime of disappointments to evaporate in one day. For now, why don’t you rest for a little while?”

Sleep sounded divine. After hitting emotional bottom then crashing through the ceiling of her preconceived limits, she didn’t have a lot of energy left to spare.

“I’ve got you, Lily.”

A smile tipped up the corners of her mouth as her eyes drifted shut. “I know.”

The last thing she heard before dozing off was his whisper, “Sweet dreams.”

Chapter Twenty-One

The rumble of curses falling from the trio of cops crescendoed until Matt howled, “Son of a bitch!”

“Shh.” Jeremy knocked his elbow into the overgrown oaf although he wholeheartedly agreed with the sentiment.

“Too late,” Lily mumbled from the bed.

He pivoted from the monitor they huddled around in time to watch her sit up. She pressed the rumpled sheet to her chest with one hand. The other scrubbed her eyes while she yawned and stretched like a sleepy kitten.

As quick as that, he had to shift the bulge forming in his jeans.