Surrendering To Her Sergeant (20 page)

“And I haven’t heard you call red
light.”

He switched off the vibrator again.
That, along with the deliberate arrogance he laced to the words,
made her spine stiffen in anger.

Ethan steeled himself for anything.
Though the woman played the Hollywood game with success, it was
clearly never at a price she wasn’t willing to pay. She maintained
her pride like most starlets in this city took care of their
fingernails but tonight he’d been yanking it out piece by agonizing
piece. He’d tied her up, rendered her sightless, and now controlled
more and more of her body’s reactions. It was a power for which she
was either going to hate him or thank him when this was done. At
the moment, he couldn’t predict either outcome. She’d let her head
fall back between her shoulders but her fists were still balled
against each other, and she let out huffs like a she-bull preparing
to charge.

“Well?” he prompted.

“What?” she seethed.

“Where are we at, Ava?” He flattened
the vibe back against her clit but didn’t turn it on. At the same
time, he pushed the paperclip spikes into the top of her other
buttock. “Red light says you’re free and I’m gone. Stubbornness
earns you another spike bath. But a name gets you more pleasure and
my cock deep inside you.”

Her breathing got rougher. “You don’t
get it, do you?” she finally bit out.

He didn’t alter his position. Was this
actually a crack in her window? Without having to pull out the
sledgehammer? “Enlighten me.”

“You think that I simply won’t talk.
But the truth is…I can’t.” Her head weaved as if a huge weight
rolled inside it. “I can’t.”

“Why?” He lifted it just above a
whisper.

“Because it hurts.” There
were tears in her voice now. “I can’t. It hurts. It
will
hurt. I—”

“Ssshhh.” He cut her off after
flicking off the paper clips and lifting his hands to trace the
length of her spine. “That’s what I’m here for.”

He got the reaction he was seeking.
Her lips fell silent as her whole body quivered. A tiny whine shook
in her throat, full of question and confusion. He smiled at the
sound. Oh, yeah. There it was. The crack.

“Let
me
take care of the hurt, Ava.” He
repeated the long drag down her back, using his fingernails this
time. Her ass rolled in visceral response; her hips clenched in
blatant need. “Fuck,” he murmured, “you are so beautiful.” She
moaned, juicing him to go on. “Give me
more, sunshine. I’m not worth a damn without your gift…without
your choice to give everything over, be it your passion, your
pussy, and yeah, your pain. Just for now, let it go. Put it in my
hands to give to you,” —he pulled the smallest of the hair clips
off her ass, making her yelp— “and to take from you.” He soothed
out her sting with a gentle sweep of his palm but just as she
relaxed, he yanked one of the bigger clips. She yelled louder,
reacting as more blood rushed back to her skin, but again he
smoothed the burn, turning her cry into a whimper. “It’s all mine
now, baby. I’m going to control it so you don’t have to. You’re
safe, Ava. You’re safe.”

She shrieked again as he took off
another clip. She sighed again as he rubbed the pain into
warmth…and admired the crimson slashes left on her dark gold skin,
as well. But even after all the clamps were gone and she undulated
beneath him in a bath of raw sensation, her lips remained tight.
Her resolution hadn’t changed.

Ethan growled low. “Does the cat still
have your tongue, Ava? Damn it, I thought we were turning you into
a dog person.”

She pushed her bottom against his
hand. “M-maybe if you did that longer…or turned the vibrator back
on…”

He had to steel his own resolve.
“Devious minx.” He meant every syllable. How the hell did she know
he’d crawl on glass for her right now? How had she figured out what
the sight of her was doing to him? How had she discerned that her
stunning response to his domination was flipping every fucking
switch of elation inside him and that now, all he wanted to do was
slam into her body until they both screamed with
completion?

But he had her at the brink. There
weren’t just cracks in her window now. Full fissures showed in her
composure and he couldn’t stop just because his dick gushed precum
and his balls pounded with demand.

He squeezed her hips and loomed over
her once more. “Are you red lighting on me, Ava?”

“No.” her answer was immediate. “God,
no. Ethan—Sir—please, I need more. Please…m-more!”

Her breath hitched. Her
whole body gleamed with need. She hadn’t stopped undulating her
hips or biting hard on her lips. She began to babble as her senses
started flying, ascending to a space of pure, hot desire.
God
damn
, it was
incredible to watch. To experience. To feel her giving in to him,
inch by hesitant inch, and experiencing such bliss because of
it.

He knew what had to happen now. What
had to be implemented so that she released her last bit of
resistance. The last piece of the arsenal he’d snagged off the
nightstand. And ironically, the smallest weapon in the
stash.

The crackle of the plastic
candy wrapper would’ve been as inelegant if he’d pulled the stunt
in the middle of an opera. This occasion definitely trumped the
middle of
La Bohème
for sinful satisfaction. The payback potential didn’t suck
either.

Ava’s thick curls bounced against her
back as her head tugged higher. “Wh-what is—are you seriously
eating a damn peppermint—”

“Ssshhh.” He issued it as a full
command this time. To drive the point in, he took advantage of
having all that hair so close. With one well-placed jerk, her soft
curls filled his hand and her aroused gasp filled the
air.

It was the calm before the
storm.

“We’re almost there, sunshine…but you
haven’t turned it all over yet, have you?” He slipped his hand from
her hair, skating it down again, stopping when he had his palm flat
against the top of her ass. What a sight. The full globes of her
raised backside. The symmetrical ladders where each clip had marked
her skin. And, as his prodding fingers revealed, the perfect whorl
that led into her body’s back entrance. “You need to be pushed just
one more step outside that comfort zone, don’t you?”

With ginger care, he spread her rectum
a little wider.

“E-Ethan!”

He maintained his grip. “Wouldn’t
recommend that screaming stuff, baby. The tighter you clench, the
harder this is going to be.”

“This—this isn’t going
to
be
anything.
You—I can’t let you just—”

“You can.” He slipped one finger in,
teasing the ultrasensitive flesh just inside her tight tunnel. “And
you will.” He pushed a little deeper, making her whine again.
“Because you won’t be able to stand not knowing what this is like.
Not knowing what it is to give me everything…even this, the
naughtiest kind of pain I can inflict.”

Her body squirmed. Her hands bunched
back into fists. “You really are Sir Bastard.”

“And you’re ten versions of sexy when
you whisper it like that.”

“Vete a la
mierda
.”

“I’m sure hell would be
thrilled to see me. But I plan to fuck you right here—just as soon
as I turn your sweet ass into a
really
sweet ass.” Ignoring her
skittering whimper, he took the red-and-white candy out of his
mouth. Lowered it to her puckered entrance. “Relax, Ava,” he
murmured. “Surrender it all to your sergeant.”

He felt her suck in a breath. When she
blew it out, he pressed the peppermint into her tight little back
hole.

Oh, how she fought it. She bucked and
shoved and bore down against the finger that held the candy in as
he waited for her body heat to start dissolving the candy,
and—

“Ohhhh…
caramba
…”

Ethan withdrew his finger. He used the
sanitizer he’d also brought over before caressing her back with
more long, lingering strokes. The muscles beneath his touch were
the texture of noodles, though she still wiggled her hips, reacting
to the mint that awakened every tissue in that dark, naughty
tunnel. As she did, he watched the depths of her pussy get shinier
with her need to be filled there, too. She was swimming in new
sensations and it was breathtaking. Damn, she was so open, so
hot…so ready.

It was time.

As he pressed his body
against hers, letting her feel the length of his aroused dick
through every hot fold of her pussy, he snarled in her ear,
“Did
he
ever make
you feel this way?”

As he expected, she tensed. Gulped
hard. And set free a sorrowful moan before she whispered, “Colin.
His name was Colin.”

He turned the snarl into a kiss.
“Thank you, sunshine.”

“And Flynn.”

He kissed her ear again. “It’s okay. I
don’t need the middle name, too.”

“It wasn’t a middle name.”

He stilled. Released a huff
against her neck.
Dumb shit. Dumb
shit.
“There were two.”

Her jerking nod came a second before
her full sob.

“Ava.” He trailed soft kisses along
her neck and over her nape, into the valley between her shoulder
blades. “Ava…oh, sweet Ava…”

He needed to bring her back
to him. Back to
them
. Back to
this
, here and now. He started that by jerking on the circle tie
on her wrists, setting her free. As her arms separated, he
flattened them to the bed, his own framing them, his hands atop her
wrists. He sank his teeth into the curve of her ear as his cock
seemed to move on its own power, nearing her sweet vagina. The air
smelled like peppermint and coconut and the sea. Her body felt like
golden satin. Her sobs, now coming through the hole of the window
he shattered inside her, officially crashed through the triple
panes of his.

He seriously needed to be inside
her.

He fumbled first with the ties of his
shorts and next with the condom he’d stashed in the Velcro pocket.
Thank fuck he’d had high hopes for where this would end tonight,
though the journey had possessed more twists than the road to
Serenity’s bar down in Mexico. But there was no stopping him now.
Without even kicking off the shorts, he lined himself up to her
tight sheath.

“Colin and Flynn,” he said into her
ear. When she stiffened again, he scratched his nails into her
forearms. “We’re erasing them tonight, Ava. Stay with me so we can
do that. We’re drowning them with this, with us. They’re not here
anymore. I am, and I’m not going anywhere. Tell me you
understand.”

Her head bobbed beneath his. “I—I
understand, Sir.”

He slid a kiss along her neck. “Good
girl.” His dick swelled a little tighter. It had been so long since
he’d spoken those words. It had been even longer since he’d
relished speaking them. “Now…tell me who made your ass hurt so good
tonight.”

“You,” she whispered. “It was you,
Sir.”

“And tell me who you want here now…at
the entrance of your perfect, sweet cunt.”

“You.” She released a high sigh.
“Please, Sir!”

“Who do you want to fill you, and fuck
you?”

“You.” She trembled and pushed against
him. “God, Ethan! I need it! I need you inside me. Fuck me
now!”

With a triumphant growl, he slid into
her tight, ready channel. He was fully seated within delirious
seconds—not that he rested there long. It didn’t just feel good
physically to fuck her hard. It fed the reaches of his Dominant’s
spirit. It opened a dungeon inside him that had been dark and
neglected for so damn long. Tonight, the dungeon was still
there—only now, it was alive with her passion, illuminated by her
beauty, vibrant with her cries as he thrust into her over and over
again.

Soon, her shrieks resonated with his
name. “Ethan—Sir—I can’t last much longer.”

“Same page, sunshine.” He reared back,
letting his hands trail into the juncture of her thighs. His gasp
escaped with hers when he slid a finger over the hard knot of her
most tender nerves. “Give this to me too, Ava. Every screaming
second of it.”

She complied in glorious detail,
arching her head back, unleashing a groan that threatened to blow
off the roof. Every muscle in her passage utilized its Kegel
workout from this afternoon, squeezing down on his cock.
Electricity sizzled in his balls, zapping the way for the hot milk
that shot from him like liquid fireworks.

“Fuck! Ava!” He grabbed her by the
hips and rammed her back hard on his shaft, needing to give her
every last hot drop. Like the act of claiming her, there was more
than carnal fulfillment to it. He’d asked her for so much. Despite
her fear and despite the pain, she’d given it to him. In return,
she deserved every measure of his passion, too.

He gentled his hold as his limbs went
slack, anticipating she’d pull away, too. It wasn’t even midnight
yet, and the day had been one for the unexpected. As soon as he let
go, Ava turned around and reattached herself to him, arms around
his neck and legs around his waist. Though the move dislodged his
cock from her, he smiled and wrapped her back up in his
arms.