Surrendering To Her Sergeant (38 page)

“You’re fucking exquisite.”

She looked up a little. His shadow
played across the wall, framed by the bed’s heavy posts, as tall
and carved and defined as his magnificent body. As she took in the
sight, her stomach twisted and her breath stopped.

At the ends of his shadow hands, there
were now shadow floggers.

Before she could start breathing
again, he gently draped the leather falls of one down her spine.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned. The thin strips were supple and cool, making
her pussy tighten as he swished them over her backside and upper
thighs. He repeated the treatment with the other flogger. She
duplicated her blissful exhale.

Until he sliced it short by bringing
the first flogger back down on her.

Hard.

Okay…
wow
. She blinked, trying to gauge if
the heat across her skin was pleasure, pain, or both. Before she
could sort it out, he wielded the second blow. Then the third. Then
at least a dozen after that, each just a few seconds apart, until
her eyes drifted shut and her body began to fall into a strange,
syncopated rhythm with the strikes. This was actually a little
relaxing…

An extra-hard smack reared her out of
the reverie.

“Mierda
!” she protested. “
Hijo de
puta
!”

He did it again.

“Ethan!”

She heard him rest the floggers. Of
course, that also gave him the chance to lean in and rub a hand
across all the skin he’d just enflamed, ending with the tender
flesh that dipped between her thighs. “Is that your version of a
red light, sunshine? Are we stopping now?”

His tone was only half serious. He’d
reserved the other section for that self-sure man in the dress
blues who’d first pinned her to a tree in a Northwestern forest—and
knew she’d like it. The sadist in him was openly baiting the
masochist in her, knowing that girl wouldn’t give up the game this
early.

“No,” she snapped. After a
deliberating breath, she added, “No, Sir. I—I want to go
on.”

His own assessing pause made her tense
back up. “Even though I’m going to switch toys?”

She gave a scoffing snort. “What, as
‘discipline’ because I spoke?”

“You spoke up because you had a
genuine concern. Why would I discipline you for that?” If his
temperate tone wasn’t a hard enough pill to take, he moved next to
her again, bracing a large knee just inside her left one. “When I
ordered you to silence, it was because I knew you wouldn’t comply
any other way. I was also sure that once you tried to let go, you’d
like the mental freedom.”

She flashed a penitent
glance as he brushed the hair off her face. “Oh.” And
ugh
. He was completely
right. She’d liked it. A lot.

“Your smart-ass attitude
right now, though—that’s a different issue.” He shoved his leg in
harder, stretching hers out so his thigh rubbed directly on her
pussy. She shuddered as waves of heat and arousal flowed from the
contact, tightening her thighs, clenching her abdomen, flooding her
body in waves of heat and need. The torment got worse as he reached
and palmed her right butt cheek. He wasn’t as tender with his touch
this time, gripping her with the same ferocity that had reclaimed
his face. “Baby, if you were really my subbie, there
would
be a lesson
involved for that. A nice, healthy chunk of that—what’d you call
it?—hmm; yeah—‘discipline.’”

She had no idea, aside from the man’s
quadricep grinding her kink curiosity into overdrive, what
possessed her to lick her lips and blurt out,
“Discipline…like…how?”

He gentled his grasp on her ass but
bore his gaze into her by several ruthless degrees. “Like doing
something that pleased me more than you.”

Despite the position in which he’d
trapped her, she huffed. “That’s impossible, then.”

He cocked his head. “Oh?”

Despite her state of hot, bothered,
and beyond agitated, she gave him a soft smile. “Because if I
pleased you, I’d be happy.”

“Happy,” he repeated, like she’d just
told him the earth was square. “So happy and discipline don’t go
together?”

“That’s the point, isn’t
it?”

He adjusted his position a little. Not
only did he ram his thigh harder against her crotch, he angled his
hand deeper into the crevice of her backside…now running a slow
finger around the delicate rim of the forbidden entrance there.
“It’s an interesting theory. Perhaps it needs to be
tested.”

All the air in her body shorted out.
Ethan filled the taut pause by pressing his finger into the first
sensitive inch of her anus. She mewled and pulled a little at the
cuffs, alternately panicked and enflamed. Being touched there was
so sinful, so intimate, a border she’d never wanted to cross with
anyone…before now. “Per…perhaps,” she finally uttered.

Ethan’s reply was just as rough yet
thoroughly male. “Your ass has filled my dreams since I first laid
hands on it in that wine cellar.” With his stare locked to hers, he
eased a second finger in, stretching her illicit opening even more.
“And it would make me very happy to claim it in every way I
can.”

Her senses careened. Her skin cells
were a million bursts of electricity. Her muscles bunched and
quivered, struggling to keep still beneath burst after burst of
arousal. Her nose filled with the leather-and-pepper smell that was
only Ethan…this man who’d torn into her spirit like no other, who
made all her erotic fantasies come true…including the one he
proposed right now.

With that resignation, she returned
his gaze, pulled in a long breath, and whispered, “Tell me what to
do…please, Sir?”

He was going to hate himself for this.
Some crazy protester marched through his brain still screaming
that, but Ethan wrapped a mental fist around the asswipe’s neck and
squeezed hard. He was tired of the screeches. Exhausted from the
voices that kept pep-talking him through a pretense he hated, in
the name of an op that had just gotten even crazier.

He was weary of the logic that decreed
the insanity of caring for Ava Chestain, let alone touching
her…especially like this.

But right now, the only thing that
felt sane was her. The only thing that felt right was this. He had
no idea what was going to happen in the next hour, much less the
next day, but if fate was offering one more moment with her like
this, he wasn’t going to insult the bastard. He was going to grasp
this with every grateful bone in his body, and make it incredible
for her, too.

Her beautiful plea clung to
the air between them.
Tell me what to
do
. After giving her a reassuring kiss, he
decided to show her instead. Wordlessly, he unclipped the cuffs
from the chain overhead. This kept her wrists bound, which he
guided downward by hooking a finger in the leather loop between
them. He pressed on the space between her shoulder blades to
indicate he wanted her upper body to follow. It took little effort
to find a rig point in the headboard, to which he clipped the cuffs
in order to hold her in that position.

He let a hand slide over her bowed
head and lowered shoulders, then up the sleek line of her back and
finally atop the buttocks that were now raised and ready for his
pleasure…his use.

“Perfect,” he murmured.

Ava responded with a deep
sigh. “It’s all yours,” she said, her tone so silken and sweet, he
knew she was headed into a nice subbed-out zone again. He almost
hated shattering that.
Almost
.

“It’s stunning,” he told her, swiping
both his hands across the golden-skinned globes that topped the
graceful curves of her thighs. Christ, he could spend days in
veneration to her ass alone. But he had maybe an hour here at best.
Time to get on with things. “I love the pink we’ve already painted
across this canvas. But now it needs something more. Are you ready
for my new paintbrush, baby?”

He watched the chocolate waves on her
head glisten in the light as she nodded. “Yes, Sir. Ohhh,
yes.”

He’d brought over a nice
leather dragon’s tail from the toy closet but then noticed Hudsy
left the crop from the photo shoot in a convenient hook on one of
the bedposts. The woman, being the perfect hostess that she was,
also left the cup next to it stocked with lube and a beginner’s
anal plug. And people accused
him
of being part psychic?

After making a mental note
to send Hudsy a long thank-you note and a good bottle of Columbia
Valley cabernet, he positioned himself behind Ava, steeling himself
for the glorious view her fresh position would now allow him. The
sight was better than he expected, forcing him to clear his throat
in hopes of calming his damn libido.
Shit
. Her legs were parted enough for
him to glimpse the coral shimmer of her labia and the darker
mystery of her pussy. Just inches from that was the puckered
ingress with which he’d just toyed…and had many more plans for
tonight.

The conclusion was an ideal companion
to his next movements. As he spread her ass cheeks again, he felt
and observed the tension in her muscles. “Take a breath. Relax,
baby.”

She complied without hesitation,
making it easy for him to get a generous squeeze of lube into her
back hole. He used the lubrication to penetrate her deeper with a
finger while spreading his thumb to rub the tender ridge of her
clit at the same time.

“Oh!” she cried. “Oh, my!”

Despite the stimulation in her tone,
tension still gripped her whole body. “You’ll answer me honestly,
sunshine,” he directed. “Is this the first time you’ll have a man
in your ass?”

Not surprisingly, she went still.
“Y-yes, Sir.”

Ethan stroked her back with soothing
pressure. “Thank you.”

As he observed her melting into the
motion, even rolling her hips with it, he went ahead and optimized
the advantage in front of him—by rolling the plug in some lube and
sliding it into her.

“Ay
!” she exclaimed. “Ethan! Didn’t I just say this was new for
me?”

She bucked and strained but he turned
the caress on her back into a controlling hold, exhilarated by it,
pulling her through the portal of new awakening with firm, sensual
surety. “And haven’t I asked you to trust me, sunshine? Ssshhh.
Calm down. Breathe again. A little training goes a long
way.”

Though her hard breaths still rocked
her frame, she shifted back into position. He leaned deeper over
her, rubbing the fingers that now clawed at the bed. Her arms
tensed beneath his, her shoulders hunched near her ears. He nudged
his lips against her nape and kissed it. Nipped his way down to her
shoulder blades. Continued the length of her spine until he got to
her ass again, where he continued to work the plug in and out,
letting her get used to the fullness of it, making sure the tender
membranes at the edge got plentifully stimulated.

“How does it feel now,
sunshine?”

Ava took a long second to reply.
“Tight.” Her shoulders tightened again. “It’s so much…”

He shifted back, ordering
himself to focus on everything she was feeling instead of the blood
that banged up and down his cock, shouting a huge
Let’s roll, already!
into
his whole body. He compelled himself to focus on a higher goal. The
nirvana he was going to reach in fucking an ass that burned with
the welts he’d just dealt.

With that picture splashed in his
head, he reached for the crop. As he started tapping at the sweet
swells of her backside with it, he murmured, “Maybe a distraction
will help.”

Ava emitted an unsteady whimper,
though her fingers uncurled and her hips writhed, giving in to her
submissive instinct to process the little stings with movement. Not
for the first time this week, Ethan shook his head in wonderment.
How another Dom hadn’t snatched her up, with her eagerness for all
this so evident in her willing eyes and her acquiescent body, was
beyond his comprehension. Maybe the sunshine in LA had a wonky
gamma effect on its men. If that was the case, he hoped the city
had a long, sundrenched summer. And fall. And winter.