Surrendering To Her Sergeant (11 page)

Who was he to deny the goddess
anything she wanted?

She just didn’t have to know that if
she asked him to bring her the moon, he’d find a way to make that
happen, too.

He captured her mouth beneath his
again, melding their lips and tongues until tantalizing mewls
danced up her throat, before he released her and quietly ordered,
“Close your eyes.”

She sent her long dark lashes down,
pulling in a deep breath to prepare herself for his next phase of
punishment. Though uncertain tremors racked her body, she gave him
every drop of her trust, of her surrender. Ethan felt it in the
molecules of the air, sensed it to the marrow of his
bones.

Fuck.

He drew in a breath of his own, hardly
daring to believe what was happening. This wouldn’t last. It never
did. The conclusion was rooted in years of experience. He had Max
Brickham, the owner of his regular BDSM dungeon back home, to thank
for that. He’d witnessed the connection Max had with his own
submissive and felt like Columbus discovering the New World. But
after the horizon had opened up, it dried up. He’d fast learned
that what Max and Megan shared was incredible, rare, perhaps one of
a kind—and not meant to be for him. He’d been bitter about that for
a while, until life handed him an attitude adjustment on a freezing
day in a Paktika Province pass. He’d back-burnered the quest for
his own Megan in favor of being grateful for his life.

“I’m all yours.”

Life was picking a funny moment to
throw him a new curve ball. Her words, again such a priceless gift
of trust and openness, slammed gates open in his psyche. Okay,
maybe this wouldn’t last—but goddamn it if he wasn’t going to enjoy
this perfect union while he could.

That resolve added a thick undertone
to his reply. “Mmmm. You sure are, sunshine.”

He lifted away enough to graze his
knuckles over the tips of her breasts again. They were still
stone-hard, her areolas puckered, her flesh vibrant.

“Ohhh…” It was a sigh of bliss, though
it wobbled on her lips. She was certain he was going to clamp down
his fingers again…a trepidation that turned him way the fuck on. He
had her mind right where he wanted it…

“Ava?”

She bit her lip. Still a little
scared. Still so damn mesmerizing. “Yes, Sir?”

“I want you to pretend something for
me.”

Her face wriggled in unspoken
curiosity but she nodded. He deliberately shifted back up, hovering
over her once more, not moving his fingers.

“I want you to pretend those aren’t my
fingers anymore. Imagine I’ve brought nipple clamps in with me. Now
I’ve got them out, and I’m screwing them tighter onto your
beautiful tits.”

Her sighs vanished. Her whole torso
tensed as the air stuck in her lungs. Though he still only grazed
her breasts with the tips of his knuckles, her face contorted like
he’d really clamped her.

“That’s good.” The words left him on
sparse rasps. “So fucking good.”

Her lips, bitten to the color of ripe
raspberries, hinted at a smile. “What else?” she pleaded. “Is
there…more?”

He’d never been happier to hear that
word.

“I’ve attached a chain that connects
the clamps,” he went on. “In the middle of that chain, I’m
attaching another chain.” He freed one of his hands to draw a line
down the middle of her body, stopping only when he got to the edge
of her soft pubic hair. “It leads straight down to your sweet,
tight cunt.”

“Mmmm…” His naughty language yielded
the exact result he wanted. But instead of a simple observation of
that effect, he put it into words…with a few
embellishments.

“Your pussy is dripping as you wait to
see what that chain is for. The passage inside of you, where you’re
the wettest for my invasion, sends more moisture for the cause. You
want my cock deep inside you.” He enforced the image by nudging the
bulb of his dick against the throbbing lips of her sweet pussy. He
shook a little himself. Holy fuck, she felt good. Hot. Wet. Waiting
for him. Open for him. “But you know I’m not done with my playtime,
right?”

Her chest rolled with the force of her
breaths. Her skin gleamed. Her mouth was parted, red and sweet as a
pomegranate, in desperate longing. “Yes,” she answered on a gasp.
“Yes, I know, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He flattened his hands,
fingers wide, as he slid his touch up to her hips. Ava writhed,
silently begging him to close in on the petals that gleamed with
her need. “Uh-uh,” he told her. “If you want me to touch you there,
then make it happen…here.” He gently tapped her
forehead.

“H-huh?”

“You heard me, Ava.”

“Are you seriously
kidding—”

“Do I sound like I’m ‘seriously
kidding,’ sunshine?” He gave that to her in a voice he usually
saved for submissives pulling the brat card. She was far from that
but had hit a mental spike strip in their journey, making her spin
out into confusion.

Luckily, his verbal force at least got
her attention realigned. Her features eased and she took a long
breath. “Help me,” she implored. “Tell me what to do.”

Her surrender, so sweet and complete,
hit him like a damn grenade. Ethan bent and kissed his way down the
middle of her body. When his lips touched the curls that were
parted at her core, he lifted a little, denying her the direct
contact. Instead, he blew steady air into the area, enjoying the
tiny shivers he observed on her inner thighs, along her labia, in
her clit itself. In response, Ava keened as her whole body
quaked.

“You’re already doing it,” he assured
her. “So perfectly.”

As he returned to his
original pace, grasping her hips and taunting her pussy with the
tip of his cock, she bit her lip harder, clearly fighting back
tears. “
Dios
,” she
whispered, her voice ragged. She was headed toward the spike strip
again, trying to cling to self-control though her body had peeked
over the cliff to which he clearly was driving.

“Let it go.” Ethan lowered his voice,
dug in on his touch. “All of it. Everything outside this room…it
can wait. In here, right now, you’ll give it all to me, Ava. I’ll
keep it safe, I promise. For now, think about those clamps on your
beautiful nipples again…and the chain that joins them…”

“Shit,” she rasped. “Okay.”

“Now remember the second
chain…”

“I hadn’t exactly
forgotten.”

Her sarcasm made him smile. “It
happens to have its own clamp at the end.”

“Shit!”

“You know where it’s going, don’t
you?” He watched her lips wobble and her eyelids twitch. “Pretend
it for me, sunshine. Imagine my fingers pulling back the lips of
your perfect pussy, so slowly, teasing you. Finally, I reveal your
clit, already so hard, like it knows what’s coming. Then it
comes…that grip of such sweet pain as I secure the
clamp…”

Her chest pumped up and down, letting
him see exactly how the scenario affected her. Ethan clenched his
jaw for a long second, letting her beauty wash over him. Dark,
erect nipples. Nostrils flaring, greedily drawing air. Skin
shimmering with arousal. All were begging for his kisses and
suckling.

No. Make her work for
it.

“Imagine me licking up the column of
your neck, distracting you from the sting,” he went on. “You want
to grip me harder, to keep me locked on that place just behind your
right ear that makes you shiver and moan for me, but you
can’t.”

“Wh-why not?” It bordered on a whine,
and made him harder in a dozen new ways.

“Because, sunshine…you’re tied
down.”

“Oh, dear God.”

No more whine. The words slurred with
her guttural inflection. Her head fell back. He continued to watch
her, gauging every speck of her rising desire, though he forced his
hands to remain where they were. Ordering his dick to continue
hovering at the entrance of her core…that was a different ball of
pain altogether. It was torture. It was rapture. She was so open
for him, so full in her need and hot in her desire, that he could
barely think of anything except being inside her. Gritting
everything in his jaw and clenching every muscle in his thighs, he
managed to hold back. Barely.

“Feel the ropes,” he encouraged. There
was a quarry full of gravel in his tone but he didn’t filter it. He
wanted his lust woven into her fantasy. “They’re probably rough
hemp, because I know you want the burn…to feel every tight scratch
against your skin.”

She flung her head from one
side to the next. “I do.
Ay
, Ethan; I do!”

He let out a savoring snarl. “Twist
against the bondage for me, baby.” He stared in fascination as the
muscles along her arms clenched, and she jerked her wrists as if
fighting full knots. “Yes. That’s good. You like this? Being
helpless beneath me? Knowing I control everything your body does
right now?”

“Yes,” she exclaimed. “Yes.
More!”

“Exactly what I had in mind,” he
replied.

“Tell me,” she pleaded.

“That comes after
you
show
me,
baby.” With her confused grunt trailing him, he glided his hands
together, joining them atop the silken skin of her lower abdomen.
He pressed down. “Here,” he said. “Clench hard here.”

Her brows knitted. “I—I don’t
under—”

“Do it,” he insisted. “Tighten
everything hard. Harder!” When he felt her muscles squeeze, he
ordered, “Now release it.” He grinned, even more delighted when her
lips popped open and her eyes, alive with indigo arousal, followed
suit. “Again. Harder this time.”

Ava obeyed without question this time.
She winced when he made her stay tight a second longer this time,
but let out a laugh on the release. “Oh…my…God.”

He cocked a brow. “Good?”

“A little better than that.” She
swallowed. “Again? Please?”

Ethan nodded. “Again.”

“Yesssss…”

He compressed his hands harder, now as
giddy as her. He’d read plenty about the Kegel muscles and exactly
what areas they stimulated when employed, but the idea of coupling
such a workout with a thorough mind fuck was a complete crapshoot
on his part. So far, he wasn’t disappointed with the results.
Didn’t look like Ava was, either.

“
Keep doing it,” he
instructed, loving the rhythm of her body beneath his touch. “Don’t
stop.” Unable to resist, he slicked a hot kiss across her lips.
“With every contraction, imagine that clamp on your clit,
stimulating you.”

“Ohhhh.” Her head lolled to the side,
her eyes closed again. “Yes…okay.”

He hesitated a second before issuing
his next command. Would he be able to say it without doing
it?

“Now imagine me fucking you,
Ava.”

Barely. Oh shit, only by the thinnest
thread of control did he resist turning that image into reality.
Only by tightening his own muscles, nearly every one, did he hold
back from plunging into her hard, letting her muscles squeeze him,
her body surround him, her tunnel take him. Her utterly sexy
whimpers didn’t make the ordeal any easier—but when she began to
rock front to back, her pelvis thrusting as if he was really
driving into her, he couldn’t leave events to chance anymore.
Within thirty seconds, he fished the condom from his pants, tore
apart the wrapper, and sheathed up.

Now he only had to decide one thing.
Keep dominating her mind, or start claiming her body?

Another look at her made the decision
for him.

She was still lost to the fantasy.
Immersed in the sinful simulation of his creation. Every detail of
her dream, of her mind, was still his to guide and control. If he
took her now, reality still wouldn’t suck for her—but the fantasy
would be over.

Time for your happy
ending, sunshine.

“I’m deep inside you now,” he growled.
“Driving hard and fast, my cock kissing your cervix with every
thrust.”

She pitched her pelvis faster. Damn,
it was all he could do to keep her from impaling herself on him
from the force of the motions. “Yes!” she cried. “Harder, Ethan! Oh
God, I’ve dreamed of this since the forest. I’ve wanted this for
seven damn months.”

Despite the agony gripping his dick,
he smiled down into her face. “You have?”

She nodded frantically.
“Yes.
Yes.
”

The confession, so sweet
and real, made him swell against the latex. His balls began to
throb, threatening to send in the bullets whether he had the damn
chamber loaded or not. He gritted his jaw.
Not
until she gave it all to him. Not
until she came from the sheer force of his control.

“Ava, listen carefully
now.”

“Mmmm. Yes, Sir.”

“I’m going to bury my dick all the way
in, baby—and I’m going to stay there while I pull the clamp off
your clit.”

“Ohhhh,” she moaned. “Okay. Oh,
yes.”

“The blood’s going to rush back in.
I’m going to touch you…once. Then you’re going to come for me.
You’re going to come hard.” When she only emitted a little mewl, he
demanded, “Do you understand the order?”