Dominance Never Dies (Masters and Mercenaries #11)

He flattened one palm on the curve of her belly, the other touching the band of her bra. There was zero reason to hide how hard he was. He let his cock rub against her backside. “I’m going to put my hands on you. I’ll touch your breasts and cup that hot ass of yours and I will let my fingers explore how hot and wet your pussy gets for me.”


“You’re killing me, Case.” She squirmed a little, as though trying to get him to move.

He held her tight, his mouth against her ear. “Don’t. We haven’t talked about punishments so I’m not going to stop and spank that sweet ass, but now you’ve been warned. This is my time. It’s my time to explore your body and get you hot. I’ll give you time later, but for now you’ll let me enjoy how you feel under my hands.”

“D/s sucks,” she said with a shaky laugh.

He ran the tip of his tongue along her ear, enjoying the way she shivered. “No, it doesn’t. It makes us take things slow and get to know each other’s bodies and responses. It makes us thoughtful lovers. I want to be your lover. Do you understand what I mean by that? I don’t want to be your boyfriend. I want to be your Dom. It’s different. A boyfriend can take you or leave you. A Dom is responsible for you. It means something deeper to me.”

“I’ve had boyfriends and not one of them made me feel the way you do,” she admitted. “Please don’t stop. I’ve waited so long for this.”

He could smell her shampoo and the soap she used. He leaned down and ran his nose along the graceful column of her throat. “When I’m done touching you, I’m going to taste you.” He ran his tongue from her collarbone back up to her ear. “I’m going to lick you and we’ll see how you like a little bite.”

He nipped at her ear, just a nice sharp bite that made her jump in his arms. She groaned, but it wasn’t one that told him she was in pain.

“I think I like it, Case,” she replied, her breath shaky. “The training course alone taught me that.”

He growled. “I don’t like the thought of someone else training you.”

Her body shook with a husky chuckle. “Javier and I were just friends. Promise. I liked the flogger he owned more than him. I liked the sting. I thought I could maybe survive a thud, but I got so hot when he hit me with the stinger. I wasn’t thinking about him though. I always thought of you. It was never him holding that son of a bitch and making me beg for more.”

Fuck, she could talk dirty, too, and that did something for him. “I didn’t bring a flogger with me. I should have been more optimistic, but I think you’ll find I can still take care of you. I’ll find all kinds of things to torture you with. But first I’m going to touch everything that just became mine.”

He moved both hands up to cup her breasts. They filled his palms. Mia was nice and curvy, built for sex, built to take him.

All the reasons he shouldn’t have her floated away on a haze of lust. There was zero reason to wait. Beginning the relationship with Mia would do nothing but make it easier on them both when they got to Colombia. And there was that handy bed right there. All he had to do was take two steps and he could toss her down, rip off her clothes and ease them both.

Mia turned her head and he managed to catch her mouth with his. She opened immediately, inviting his tongue to glide along hers. He slipped his hands under her bra and finally felt soft skin. Her nipples were tight.

He wanted to taste them, needed them in his mouth.

He turned her around and picked her up with ease, setting her on the dresser. Luckily the elegant fucker looked like it was bolted down because it didn’t move at all. “Take off your shirt.”

She was panting, but her eyes shifted to the door. “Case, we’re not alone.”

He closed the door and turned the lock. “We’re alone and don’t you tell me they might hear you. I don’t care if they hear you. I don’t care if they know exactly what we’re doing. They don’t matter. This is between you and me and I’ll fuck you anywhere you’ll allow me to. You should probably understand that right now.”

He half expected her to argue with him. Instead, she licked her lips, her eyes going hot, and she pulled the shirt over her head, tossing it aside.

“If you’d read my Sanctum contract, you would know I might be a bit of an exhibitionist, Case. You can be a little stuffy at times. I didn’t want to shock you. If you want to open that door and give anyone who walks by a show, you feel free.” She unhooked her bra and tossed it aside as well.

He cursed under his breath. She was going to kill him. He was going to have an actual, honest-to-god heart attack because she was a sexy, demanding goddess. “Oh, princess, one day I’ll fuck you in front of everyone and I won’t have a single problem with it. I’ll clamp those pretty tits and parade you all around Sanctum. And that Fain motherfucker will not be invited.”