A Dom is Forever (Masters and Mercenaries #3)

She got her phone out and sent a quick text to Adam letting him know she was home and who she was with so if she was serially murdered, at least they would have a starting place for where to find her body.

But she was going to do this because she felt safe with Lee. And because she wanted to finally understand what it really meant to want someone.





Liam forced himself to be patient. Why had he given her that fucking ultimatum? What had he been thinking?

He’d been thinking about how he wanted the relationship to go. He hadn’t been thinking about the fucking op. He’d been thinking about what he needed and the idea of her not wanting him the way he wanted her. His cock had been hard for days thinking about taking her, but he’d felt her arousal. It was a pathetic thing compared to his.

She just didn’t understand what they could do. She was like a virgin.

God, he didn’t do virgins.

But he wanted to do this one. The minute he’d figured out what the problem was, he’d gone into overdrive. If he’d thought he was hard before, realizing that Avery had never had an orgasm sent him into “I took two Viagra” territory.

He finally had something to fucking offer her. He wasn’t cut out for long term. He was a fucker of a boyfriend. Hell, he hadn’t been a boyfriend since he’d groped around with Katie Reilly during his A level years. After that, it had been the Army and the SAS and then working with intelligence. Women had been comfort, nothing more.

Then he’d gotten his brother killed and nothing could comfort him. He’d finally settled down and found a little place for himself at Sanctum, but he wasn’t anyone’s boyfriend.

But he was good at getting a girl off. He was fine at knowing how and where to touch a woman so she was panting and begging for it. And he sure as bloody hell knew how to use his cock. He could teach her that her body was built for pleasure. He could give her that.

If she took him up on his offer.

Minutes ticked by, and he wondered how the fuck he was going to salvage this. And he hadn’t even planted the bugs he was supposed to plant. Ian was going to kick his ass.

Alex would have to try if she kicked him out. He couldn’t stand the thought of Alex’s hands on her. Alex would be gentle. Alex would treat her with courtesy. Alex wouldn’t have told her it was his way or the highway.

“Is this all right?”

He turned, surprised she’d been able to sneak up on him, but then his mind hadn’t been on the mission in days. His mind and his dick had been in perfect harmony, focused on her.

She stood in front of the tiny bathroom wearing a denim miniskirt and a tank top that should be illegal. Oh, it would look perfectly fine on someone else. On a woman with smaller breasts, it would look sporty. On Avery it looked lascivious, like she was just waiting for a man to rip it off her so he could suck those breasts in his mouth, getting her nipples hard, her pussy wet.

She fidgeted, trying to pull the skirt down. “I usually wear it with leggings. Well, I actually bought it yesterday. A friend told me it looked nice, but I think it’s too short.”

It was far too short, and it qualified as fet wear. He was going to have to buy Adam a beer. Smart bugger. “Let me see. Turn around.”

She bit into her bottom lip, but she turned slowly, allowing him to see the skirt from the backside.

“Stop,” he commanded. She likely would have just kept going until she’d made a complete circle, but he wanted to look at her ass. He groaned a little. Her backside was round with nice-sized hips that flared from her waist led to a truly spectacularly juicy ass.

All of his life he’d adored full-figured women. He’d denied himself for years, opting for skinny little young things because they didn’t make his mouth water like this one did. Those barely legal women had wanted one thing from him—a good time. They hadn’t moved him. They hadn’t made him want to sink inside and never leave.

“Bend over.” He wanted to see just how kind Adam had been. She hesitated. “This won’t work if you don’t obey me.”

Her eyes widened. “I don’t know that I like the word ‘obey.’”

How did he put this to her in a way she could understand? BDSM could seem weird and foreign, but it made sense to him. “Think about it as a rule. Look, do you have directions you have to follow in order to get the outcome you want? Like building a desk or something? Do you follow the directions? Do you obey the rules?”

“Yes.”

“Why do you think there aren’t rules to how sex will work? You didn’t want to talk to me about what you wanted. You pushed me into the room so I wouldn’t turn on the light because you knew damn well I would push back on that, didn’t you?”