A View to a Thrill (Masters and Mercenaries Book 7) (31 page)

Chelsea would reach for him. She would be his—to protect and care for. To provide her with affection and everything she needed.

“God, Simon. It doesn’t feel like punishment. It feels so good.” Her ass wiggled a bit. She enjoyed a bite of pain. Her needs dovetailed neatly with his own. “How do you make that feel good?”

She was harder core than many subs he knew. She truly liked the pain. He smacked her a little harder, watching the way she shivered. “I know what you need.” Two more. He kept count in his head. Later, he would hear her count it out for him, but apparently they were having a therapy session. “What do you want to know about my brother?”

“Is he okay?” Her breath hitched as he drew the gown up, but she managed to not protest.

Smart girl. He pushed the gown up over her cheeks until he could see the perfection of her backside. Pretty skin, beautifully round and made to hold on to while he fucked inside her. And she wanted to talk about Clive. “He’s perfectly fit. I take it my cousins told you about his childhood illness.”

He discovered he liked the leisurely nature of this particular session. So many times a spanking was rote and something to get over quickly, but he could take his time with Chelsea. He’d delivered discipline in sessions created to give the sub what she requested. He’d been a rent-a-Dom. He’d worked Karina over many times and never once had he stopped and sighed over how lovely she was and talked about himself in the midst of slapping her ass.

“JT said he had cancer.” A whimper came out of her mouth, finding a straight line to his cock. He loved her little sounds.

And damn but he loved the scent of her arousal. He could smell her. She was getting ripe and ready. Three quick smacks had her shaking, but she held her position. Yes, this way he could keep her on edge, never knowing exactly what he was going to do next. He let his fingers skim her flesh as he spoke. “They found it when he was seven and I was four.”

“And they sent you away?”

“Not at first. I was too young. I had nannies. A couple were good. A couple were bad. For the next ten years, our lives revolved around my brother’s blood counts and his chemo. I’ll be honest, I was grateful at times to go to school or to come here because even when I was home, it wasn’t mine. Not really.”

He never talked about this, but somehow it was easier this way. They were alone and he could touch her, feel her soft skin. He was further from those years in this place. He peppered her cheeks with quick, sharp slaps.

She shuddered. “You’re killing me, Master.” She took a long breath. “Were you lonely?”

He chuckled a bit. “Yes, darling. I was a lonely child. I didn’t just miss my parents. I missed him. He was a good brother and then he was gone. They didn’t want me around him much because his immune system was so damaged. They spent a year in Zurich at a treatment facility. I saw my mother once that year. She came for family day, but all she talked about was how well Clive was doing and how we could all be together again soon. He took a turn for the worse a month later.”

“So you didn’t get to go home. Don’t forget my thighs. Please, Master.”

He didn’t have his kit or he would get his flogger out. Though this was a ranch and he knew where the crops were kept. He might have to make a stop at the barn later. For now he gave in because she’d said that one little word. He laid stinging slaps to the backs of her thighs, satisfied when she groaned. “No, I didn’t go home. I was told by everyone that I should stay out of the way and pray for my brother and simply be satisfied that I had my health. I lived to come here, you know. I counted the days. The first time I came here I was seven and my aunt insisted. She came over to England and flew back with me. She escorted me to and from all those years. She insisted she liked the time alone with me. I liked the time alone with her, too.”

He had no idea what he would have done without Ava Malone. She’d opened her home and her family and would have been perfectly pleased to have kept him full time, but his parents insisted that he was likely the future duke and had to be schooled properly. He’d rebelled by trying to sound as American as he could around his parents. They’d shuddered when he’d first used the word “y’all.” It was still there in his speech. He wasn’t quite British and not fully American.

He moved to her other side, sad that her punishment was almost over. He counted out the last ten in his head and then sighed. “You did beautifully, love.”

“It’s over?” She sounded disappointed. “But I didn’t find out the end of the story.”

The end of the story was an easy one to tell. He let his palm find her cheeks, loving the heat there. Even in the soft light he could see the pink sheen to them. “My parents found a new therapy and Clive made a full recovery. He was sixteen. I was thirteen. He was a complete stranger to me. My parents returned home and I was expected to pretend nothing had happened. I threw the biggest fit when they wanted me to go with the family for holiday. My mother finally decided I wasn’t worth arguing with and I came here and they went to Spain. And that was how we spent the rest of my youth. I was the odd child they didn’t understand. I heard my father once say how grateful he was Clive had survived because I wasn’t a worthy successor.”

“Simon,” she started.

“I’d gone a bit wild by then,” he admitted. “I was almost always in trouble for something during my adolescent years. My brother no longer wastes his time on me. You smell so fucking good.”

His fingers came up against the sweet softness of her pussy. Wet. She was so wet. She’d liked her spanking. “Tell me something. Do you get this wet every time you have a session?”

She gasped as he found her clit and let his thumb ease over it, pressing lightly. “No. God, no. I don’t. Unless it’s you.”

That’s what he wanted to hear. He let a single finger split her labia, working its way inside. She was going to be so bloody tight. Her pussy was clenching around just his finger. What would she do when it was his cock working its way inside?

“Do I have to stay still? Because I don’t want to.”

But he was having so much fun torturing her. “You’re not to move until I give you leave.”

“Damn it.”

He hadn’t told her not to curse so he let it pass. He pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, licking the taste of her off them. So sweet and perfect. She was like the sweetest treat to him.

“I don’t like your brother.” He could hear a little pout in her voice. “Though I will confess, I also don’t like you very much right now.”

He could handle that, but he had to admit some things to her. “He went through a lot, Chelsea. He’s just a man. Through all of his treatments, he managed to maintain perfect scores on all his tests. He would study and work even when the chemo made him deathly ill. Or so my parents tell me. I admired him, but he was a stranger to me after all those years. I can see now he tried to be a good influence, but I had my brothers.”

“JT and Michael.”

“Yes. And Clive isn’t all bad. It turns out he’s actually quite the pervert. Imagine my surprise when he showed up one night at The Garden with his two best friends and shared girlfriend. That was a bit awkward.” He touched her ass again, loving the way he’d marked her. It would be gone by morning, but he would enjoy it tonight.

He wanted to forget about his brother, who he hadn’t talked to in months. His brother and their very uptight parents thought he’d made a horrible mistake when he’d used his law degree to join a charitable organization instead of making money. His trust fund wouldn’t last long, they’d said since he seemed to spend money on women and luxuries. They had no idea he’d already been recruited into MI6 and given quite a budget to keep up appearances.

Then he’d left United One Fund and MI6 to come to America and that had caused the biggest lecture of his life. He was a lost soul according to his father—unable to follow through on anything, and Simon couldn’t tell him the truth about the part he’d played.

And now they would likely get the news at some point that he was wanted for murder. Excellent.

“Can I move, Master?”

He sighed, wishing JT had kept his big mouth shut. “Of course.”

He reached out to help her balance. She turned and immediately hugged him, wrapping her arms around him and holding him close. Her head found his chest and she plastered herself against him, leaving no space at all between them. “I offer myself to you, Master.”

He let his arms wrap around her, let her fill his senses. She so rarely showed softness and this was all for him. It felt like the gift it was. He let his hands find her hair. So often she put it up, but for him she let it flow down her back. “I accept you, love. You understand what I mean when I say that? I mean I accept everything about you.”

She shook her head slightly. “I don’t deserve that, Simon. I don’t. Some of the things I’ve done…”

“You did because you were trying to survive. Darling, you didn’t have an aunt who came and brought you home twice a year. You were alone with a monster.”

Her head tilted up. “I killed a man, Simon. I was fifteen.”

He’d known there was something. It didn’t surprise him that it was this. The tells were all there. She was nervous around men. She’d made it to twenty-seven without trying sex. His heart ached for her, but he kept his expression soft. “He tried to rape you?”

Her eyes filled with tears and she nodded. “He was drunk and he told me my father wouldn’t let anyone near Charlotte but I was fair game because he didn’t give a shit about me. He snuck into my room when Charlotte was gone. She’d left me with a knife and I used it.”

Because she’d been brave. Even as a child. “I promise you if he wasn’t dead, I would kill him for you.”

“And I would kick your brother in his non-cancerous balls for you.”

Like he’d said, they were quite the pair. “I want to take you, Chelsea. I want you to accept me into your body and let us be lovers. Can you do that?”

“Yes. I want you. It was a long time ago. I still see it sometimes, but I want to leave it behind me. I want to be with you.”

He had plans to be with her forever, but he would take tonight to start with. “I’ll handle this however you want. I’ll be as gentle as you need me to be.”

“I don’t want you gentle. I want you. And I want to serve my Master before he serves me.” She bit her bottom lip and her hands went to the straps of her gown. She let the straps drop and the gown pooled around her feet leaving her body on display.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He knew what that had cost her. She struggled to see herself as a physical being, but he was going to make her believe she was the most gorgeous thing on the planet if it was the last thing he did. He reached out and cupped a breast. Soft and perfect in his hand. The nipple peaked immediately. “And you should be very glad you were obedient. I’m sure whoever bought you day clothes included knickers.”

She sighed as she curved her body to his touch. Such a sensual little cat. “I wanted to, but I thought you would be opposed to them.”

He didn’t particularly like the idea of her wearing clothes that one of Ten’s men had purchased for her. As soon as they escaped, he would buy her a new wardrobe. “Definitely opposed to them. You really look best when you’re just like this.”

She shook her head. “I have no idea how you get me to do things I never dreamed of. Like I never thought I would beg a man to let me kiss him.”

“You don’t have to beg.” He leaned over.

She put a hand between them. “I wasn’t talking about your lips, Simon. I want to know how you taste, too. I want to know what it feels like to lick you and suck you. Is that good dirty talk?”

He had trouble answering since all his available blood had just rushed to his cock. “Yes, I think that will do.” She knew how to push all his buttons. Nothing got him into pure Dom mode like a sub on her knees taking his cock between her lips. It had always flipped his switch and the idea of Chelsea being the woman to do it nearly made him come then and there. But he had to take care of her. “Get on the bed. You’ll be more comfortable there.”

Her lips turned down in a little pout. “You don’t want me to?”

He tangled one hand in her hair and pinched her nipple with the other. Hard. “Obey me. Now. Or we’ll start this all over again. Don’t think for a second I won’t torture you all night until I get what I want.”

It was gratifying to see her turn and hurry toward the bed.

He made quick work of his vest and shirt. If he could dress quickly, he was a sprinter when it came to getting a suit off. He set them aside and toed out of his loafers. He glanced her way and she was sitting on the bed, her eyes wide as she watched him.

He undid his belt and went for the zipper on his slacks, more slowly since his cock was already fighting to be free. He eased the waistband over his hips and let them drop. He stood in front of her, not giving a damn if his slacks got wrinkled. He was focused on her. And she was focused on that part of him that was aching and needy.

“You couldn’t be built on small lines, could you?”

“We’ll fit perfectly. I promise.” He strode to the bed, unwilling to wait a second longer. If she did that thing where she took her time and memorized him, he might explode. “Touch me. Stroke me. Use a firm grip and make me feel it.”

She reached out and suddenly he couldn’t breathe. He was surrounded by her heat, and she seemed determined to obey his instructions. She took him firmly in hand and stroked him, her eyes watching his cock as it started to weep with pre-come.

“Yes, being close to you gets me hard and having your hands on me makes me want to come. Don’t ever doubt for a moment that I want you.”

She stroked him, pumping him with her small hand. “I don’t understand it, Simon, but I’ll be honest. I don’t care tonight. Tonight I just want to be with you. Tomorrow I’ll deal with all the questions.”

He would make sure she didn’t have any questions. After tonight she would understand that they belonged together, that she didn’t have to worry about being alone because she would be with him.

“Am I doing it right? I want to be good at it.”

He was going to come in her hand if she didn’t stop. He pulled away because he wasn’t ready for that yet. “You’re bloody perfect, but you better understand that you only practice on me. That’s a hard limit. You’re mine.”