A Dom is Forever (Masters and Mercenaries #3)

“Like what?” He cupped her knees. “Stop shutting me out. Start talking to me.”


She relaxed a little, her knees falling apart and giving him access. “It’s the dirty talk. No one’s ever talked to me that way.”

“And you don’t like it?” His hand crept up, and he wondered if she would lie to him. She obviously liked it. He could feel the heat of her pussy. Her pretty eyes dilated when he started spouting a little sweet filth.

“I like it. I wouldn’t have said I would. I don’t like to hear a lot of cursing, but when you say it, it sounds different.”

“Because we’re in a safe place. Baby, there’s a huge difference between some construction worker yelling out about how nice your tits look and me telling you how I want to get my mouth on those same gorgeous tits and never leave them. There’s no disrespect in me telling you just how much I want to fuck your little pussy.”

“I don’t know why.”

He didn’t pretend to misunderstand her. He knew damn well what she was talking about. “We have to work on your self-esteem, baby. I want to fuck you because you make my cock hard. I want to fuck you because I’m pretty sure you’re going to be the sweetest fuck I’ve ever had. You’re going to be like sugar on my cock. I’ll be addicted to that little bit of sunshine after a while and no other pussy will do. But this is where I play the Dom card, Avery. I’m trying to go slow with that, but if you start in on yourself again, I will spank you. I hear one more word out of your mouth about how this body isn’t sexy and you’ll place yourself over my lap and take twenty. Do you understand?”

She shoved her head into his shoulder with a little cry. Her body shook.

He’d scared the hell out of her. His heart threatened to crack. He’d fucked up again. He’d misjudged her. He’d been so certain of her natural submissiveness, but what if she couldn’t handle it? He should have played this vanilla. He’d taken the chance because he wanted her so fucking badly. Liam, not Lee. Not some fucking construct he’d come up with for his undercover work, but Liam, the screwed-up man he was needed her on a level he’d never known existed.

And now she would kick him out for being a brutal bastard.

Her face came up and instead of tears, he saw laughter and a pretty pink flush. She was laughing, her lips curling up in the sweetest smile. “Lee, you’re making me crazy. I think I’m a freak because that getting wet thing happened again when you started talking about spanking me.”

Her laugh filled the air for the first time all night, and it looked like she was having some fun. Fun with herself. Fun with him.

“Spanking can be very erotic,” he said, tightening his hands on her, pulling her back in. “It can also hurt like hell.”

Her voice was deeper, more intimate than before. Her eyes came up, questioning him. “How would you know?”

It was time for some real honesty. He felt himself smile as he stared down at her. It felt so fucking right to have her in his lap. Like she belonged there. “I told you, baby. I’m trained. You don’t get trained at Club Sanctum without trying everything out. How can I know how to spank a partner if I haven’t been spanked myself?”

She cuddled up against him. “I wish I’d been there to see that. I‘m trying to imagine you lying over someone’s lap. I’m glad you tried it. It doesn’t seem fair that you would just get to make all the rules and hand out all the discipline if you didn’t know what it felt like.”

She’d relaxed a little, but her legs had come together again and he wasn’t having that. “Keep your legs spread, Avery. I want access to your pussy. While we’re playing together, your pussy belongs to me.”

Her face tightened, but she spread her legs. “Why do you call it play?”

“It’s what we call intimate scenes. I’m not a Dom twenty-four seven. Some Doms are, but I want a partner, not a slave. I want to be in charge of sex, and I want any woman I’m deeply involved with to come to me when there’s trouble. Do you understand?”

That was important. It was part of his cover. He needed to become her lover so when the shit hit the fan, and it would, she would turn to him and let him take care of her. He needed her to not hesitate. He needed her to turn to him, to trust him.

She didn’t even know his name. She had never heard his real voice.