A View to a Thrill (Masters and Mercenaries Book 7) (44 page)

“Please, Simon.”

His thumb did a long slow circle around her clit. Pressure was building inside. She couldn’t help but squirm. “Please what, love?”

“Please touch me.”

With a naughty grin, he very gently touched the tip of his finger to her swollen clit. Barely any pressure. If she hadn’t been watching in the mirror, she wouldn’t have known he’d done it at all. “There.”

Bastard. “Harder, please. Please, Master. I need more.”

“Then ask for what you really want, brat.”

He never gave her an inch. “I want you to touch my clit and make me come. Please, Simon. I can’t breathe.”

“Tell me this is the prettiest pussy you’ve ever seen.” He pulled apart the petals of her sex, showing her in the mirror everything she had to offer him. “Tell me you understand how beautiful it is.”

“It is the only pussy I’ve ever seen quite like this so yes, it’s very pretty and I think it’s beautiful because you love it. Anything you love has to be beautiful, Simon.”

“I’ll take that. Now watch what happens when I play with that clit.” His thumb found her clitoris again, but this time he was serious. He pressed two fingers into her pussy, fucking in and out while his thumb pressed hard on her clit.

The orgasm flashed through her like lightning striking metal. It started in her core, but sizzled along her every nerve ending. She kept her eyes open, watching even as she cried out. She watched as his fingers came out saturated with her juice, her arousal and orgasm making every inch of her flesh look dewy with cream.

“See, beautiful.” He licked her off his fingers again, and she let her head drop back.

She wasn’t sure how beautiful she really was, but he made her feel that way. As the languor from the orgasm spread through her, she had only one thought.

She would do anything to stay with him. To never leave him.

* * * *

Simon glanced at the clock. It was hours and hours before dawn, but time seemed to be moving at the speed of light. This was possibly his last night with her. He wanted to make it count.

He licked the last of her orgasm off his fingertips. He loved the way she tasted. Feminine and delicate, with a hint of sweetness and a whole lot of spice. Perfection. He could eat her pussy for hours and still not be full, but that wasn’t his goal tonight.

He wanted that sweet little hole.

He glanced down her body and looked at her through the mirror. She’d been an obedient girl, keeping her legs spread wide so he could see. Her pussy was beautifully swollen, a testament to how hard she’d come. Her labia was engorged and a lovely combination of peach and ruby red, but her arsehole was still tight and puckered and pink.

Lonely. It was lonely. Her pussy had all the treats. He’d been terribly neglectful. It was past time to make up for his horrible favoritism.

He let his fingers get saturated in all that sweet arousal again before letting them make their way toward that little puckered hole.

The minute he touched her, her head came back up. He was happy she seemed to not mind the restraints because they held her tight for him.

“Look in the mirror and tell me what you see,” he commanded.

“Your finger is on my asshole.”

He rimmed the tiny hole, thinking about just how tight she would be on his cock. She was going to strangle his dick. He would have to fight for every inch. “What does it feel like?”

He pressed against her, but not into her. He let his finger run the circle.

She shivered. “Pressure, but not pain.”

“That’s what I want.” He let his pinky finger slide right over her entrance and pressed gently. Chelsea’s sweet hole clenched, trying to keep him out. “Don’t think you can win this war, love. I’ll get in there. I’ll claim that territory. It’s going to be mine.”

“It would be so much easier if you let me turn over.” She panted a bit as he pressed further.

Easier, but not so much fun. “I want to look into your eyes when I take you. I want to know I’m not hurting you. I want to see them widen when my cock surges inside.”

She clenched again, this time around his finger. “What if I don’t like it?”

“Then I’ll stop.” But she would. She’d responded beautifully to everything he’d given her. He pressed in again, loving the way she began to flower open for him. He watched carefully, examining the way the little hole blossomed.

He caught her eyes. She was watching in the mirror, her skin flushed a pretty pink and her nipples standing at attention. She liked to watch, the dirty girl. That was just the way he wanted her. There should be no barriers, no room for silly embarrassment between them. They should be able to explore their sexuality in whatever form it took. That was true intimacy—no walls between them.

No job that would take her away from him. She could tell him she loved him, but the distance would do its work. He wasn’t a fool.

“Don’t move, love. I need to clean up.” He rolled off the bed, striding to the bathroom.

He washed his hands and then looked at the man in the mirror. He’d forced Chelsea to stare at herself in the mirror, but he barely recognized the man he saw. He was used to seeing a cultured man with a civilized mask. The man who looked back at him was primal, barely leashed. He couldn’t wear that damn mask around her, couldn’t hide who he was.

He wore that bloody mask too often. He’d worn it since the moment he realized it only mattered what people saw.

Chelsea was the first woman to see past his outer trappings. She’d seen the violent predator underneath his placid façade and she wasn’t scared. No, she wanted him.

He shoved his slacks off, freeing his cock. He didn’t need clothes around her. He’d keep them both naked for as long as he could, fucking her over and over again as though he could imprint himself on her.

He stalked back into the bedroom and there she was, laid out for him, every inch of her on glorious display. She was tied down for his fucking pleasure and he meant to take it.

But he was a kind Master. He had plans for her. He wasn’t going to just leave her little pussy alone. No. He had plans to fill her up.

“God, you’re beautiful.” Her lips curved up. “I can call you that, right? Or should I say handsome?”

“You can call me anything you like, love, as long as you let me shove my cock up your pretty backside.” His cock strained, standing up and pulsing, but Simon was determined to do this the right way and that meant torturing his sub for a while.

He picked up the plug and lubed it thoroughly before placing it against her hole. It was bigger than the one she’d worn on the plane, but she’d handled it so beautifully he wasn’t worried. She could take him. She would open for him and take him deep inside.

He rimmed her with the plug and though she clenched at first, she took a long breath and relaxed. The plug slid in easily. He fucked her with it for a moment, watching the plug sink into her body and then pulling it almost all the way back out.

He looked up and she was staring down at him, her arms still tied to the bed. She clenched around the ropes, her hands making fists.

“Tell me how it feels,” he said.

“Like you’re inside me. I want more. I want to feel you and not that plug.”

He had something else he wanted her to feel. He picked up the vibe he’d bought in the hopes one day he’d be able to use it for just this purpose. It was a little U-shaped device that started humming the minute he pressed the button. One side was meant to sit on her clit and the other to slide up inside her body and stimulate her G-spot. She didn’t need lube for the vibe. Her pussy was soaking wet. He slipped the humming vibe in her cunt and then settled the outer piece over her clit.

“Simon!” She nearly shouted his name. “Oh, my god.”

Her body was vibrating, her hands so tight around the rope.

“Don’t lose my plug or I’ll take the vibe out and we’ll start again with a nice long spanking.” He prayed she took it seriously. He didn’t want to start over. He was minutes from being where he wanted to be.

“I won’t. Oh, oh.” Her body shook as she came again. “It feels so good.”

He bet it did. He was stimulating every nerve she had in her pelvis. He wanted her relaxed and ready for him. He wanted to make her crave his cock in her every hole, to miss it when they were apart. He climbed on the bed, straddling her torso. “Suck me.”

Her head came up and her tongue licked along his cock. She showed no signs that his weight bothered her. Her eyes were on his cock as she sucked the head, running her little tongue over the weeping slit of his dick.

She hummed along his skin, licking and sucking as her eyes rolled back and her body clenched again.

Yes, he could feel her orgasm through the moans and groans that vibrated against his skin.

Her tongue whirled around his cock as she sucked him hard, her eyes steady on his. She was open and vulnerable. He’d never dreamed she would let him in with such sweet invitation. He let his head fall back and gave over to the sensation of her mouth sucking him down. Servicing him. He would be her slave in their daily life, working to make sure she had everything she could want, but here, oh, here, he was the Master and she the sweetest sub imaginable.

She sucked him deep. He opened his eyes and watched as those lips of hers moved across his dick.

He wasn’t going to last long if he let her go much further. “Stop, love.”

She gave him one last drag and then a shaky smile. “Simon, the vibe is killing me. I don’t know how much more I can take. Oh, my god.”

Sweet torture. “Let me give you something to take your mind off endless orgasms.”

He leaned over and worked on the tie that bound her right hand.

“I’m okay. I don’t need to be set free,” she said, her arm dropping.

He freed her second arm. “It’s for me. I want you to touch me.”

He needed more than just her tied up. He needed her hands on him, stroking his skin, reminding him she wanted him, too. He wanted her arms around him when he took her. If he had forever, he’d tie her up and down and any way that would bring them both pleasure, but he likely only had tonight and he wanted to be surrounded by her. The memory of her clinging to him would be something he held on to.

He moved off the bed, grabbing the lube and slicking up his cock before removing the mirror and taking its place between her legs.

He was shocked at how his hands were shaking. Never had he wanted anything as badly as he wanted her.

She looked up at him, a quizzical expression on her face that rapidly softened, and then she was reaching for him. “I want you, Simon. Oh, wow, that still feels amazing. Simon, I want you. Please come inside me. I want you to be my first in every way. I love you.”

Her first. He wanted to be her last. He leaned over and kissed her, his lips brushing hers in an oddly sweet kiss before he got to his knees and gently eased the plug out. He watched as she tried to clench down, unconsciously trying to keep the plug inside.

He had something else to give her. He pressed his dick to the little rosette of her arse. It was still slightly open from the plug and he took advantage, pushing in until his cockhead was inside.

So hot. His heart rate tripled and the pleasure nearly sent his eyes rolling in the back of his head.

Chelsea reached for him. “Damn it, you just have to be bigger than the plug.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle. She did this to him. Only Chelsea Dennis, of all the women he’d ever met, could take him out of himself with just a few words. “It’s going to get better, love. I promise. So much fucking better.”

He pressed in, feeling the drag of that damn vibe on his dick. God, no wonder she’d come twice since he’d put the damn thing in her. It tightened her up, but worse, he could feel the vibrations all along his cock.

“You like that.” Chelsea was grinning up at him. Yes, this was why he’d chosen this position. He wanted to look at her, be joined with her in more than just the physical.

“I love it.”
I love you.
He wouldn’t give her that because she was leaving, but it didn’t make it any less true. He pressed forward, gaining ground. Her asshole clenched around him, the feeling making his heart pound.

He thrust in and pulled out, trying to give her time to get used to his size, but she moved her pelvis. He slid in, almost to his balls. So tight. So perfect.

“It’s killing me,” Chelsea breathed. Her hands were on his waist, nails starting to dig in.

“Just wait.” He pressed in ruthlessly. They hadn’t gotten to the really good part yet. He wanted to watch her when he showed her exactly how good it could be. Every inch he gained seemed to go straight to his balls, tightening them up and readying them to go off. To give her his come. It was only right because it was hers. It fucking belonged to her.

He settled in, his balls finally caressing the globes of her backside. He couldn’t go any further. She’d taken every inch of him. He held himself there for one moment, enjoying the feel of being as deep as he could go. He reached out and touched her breasts, tweaking her nipples so she gasped and squirmed on his dick.

“Hold still,” he commanded. He needed a minute, too. She was too tight and the feel of the vibe threatened to unman him, but he was determined that she would come again. He wanted to feel her come, watch her.

“It’s too much.” Her jaw tightened.

“Give me a second.” He started to pull out, slowly so she would have the chance to feel it.

Her eyes widened, rounding out, and her mouth opened. “What is that?”

“That’s why you let me do this to you, love. That’s what this is supposed to do.” He went slowly until he was almost out and then slammed back in. He found his rhythm, one sure to make her crazy. He thrust in and dragged out and then pounded in again, making sure to grind against that vibe on her clit.

She spread her legs as far as she could, shoving her pelvis up and fighting to keep him inside.

He let go. He wouldn’t last long, but he could feel her getting ready to go off again. Her whole body convulsed around his and he couldn’t hold out a moment longer. His balls tightened and he dove in one last time. Her arsehole closed on his cock and he shot off in seemingly endless streams of come. Pure pleasure jetted through him, and he was more connected to her in that moment than he’d ever been to another human being in his life.