Champagne and Bullets: Book 1 (Military Moguls) (8 page)

“You bet I would.” She shook her head and leaned her forehead on her hand. “I didn’t expect tonight to turn out this way. I thought we would talk, and I would probably cry. Then we would make some stupid pact about putting the past behind us and try to be friends or something. Anything but this.”

His hands cupped her face and his lips hovered above hers.

“The night is not over yet. In fact, it’s just begun. Everything is new.”

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verything was happening
so fast. Amanda could barely catch her breath at the speed in which the evening had turned from closure to anything but. She had to be crazy to do this. Insane. But this was Seb, the man she’d loved since she was fourteen years old. Of course he hadn’t known about her teenage crush, but when she’d turned eighteen and graduated high school he’d finally asked her out. It was with him on a hot summer night that she’d gladly surrendered her virginity. A night very much like tonight.

It had also been with him that she’d learned about all the different ways to have sex. They’d been like two kids in a candy store as they’d explored all the ways to bring pleasure to one another. But it had been the day he’d tied her up that had changed everything.

“You want to be in charge,” she whispered as his lips brushed her own, sending tingles straight to her nipples and pussy.

He didn’t answer, instead deepening the kiss, his tongue exploring as if it was the first time they’d ever kissed. He was taking this new thing very seriously. When he finally lifted his head, his brown eyes were soft with arousal.

“Only in the bedroom and only if that’s what you want.” His fingers brushed her cheek, leaving a trail of heat on her skin. “Do you still need to be submissive to enjoy sex? I hate to ask the question but I really need to know.”

She didn’t want to talk about her sex life after him. Acutely aware that he’d been honest tonight but she hadn’t been, she simply shrugged her shoulders. “Sometimes. I…like it, but I guess you knew that. Have you…?”

Amanda didn’t want to hear about the women he’d been with but the question had slipped out before she’d been able to stop it. If they were going to have a conversation about their sex partners, she wasn’t sure how she’d handle it. Her sex life with Emmett had been, in a word, terrible.

“Not with all women.” Seb shook his head and placed a soft kiss at the corner of her mouth. “I have visited a few clubs and learned a few things about being a Dominant. I hope to God I’m better at it now.”

He hesitated, obviously not sure whether he should say something. “And?” she prompted him.

“Was your ex-husband your Dom?” he asked, his lips twisting as if he’d said something really unpleasant. The thought of Emmett being a Dom or even giving a shit about her pleasure was completely laughable.

“No,” she said firmly. She wouldn’t go into the details but she could reveal this much. “Honestly, Emmett and I didn’t have a very good sex life. We weren’t…compatible in that way.”

“I don’t know whether to be happy or sad. I guess if I were any kind of man I’d be sorry that things weren’t good for you. That you didn’t get what you needed. When I left you it was because I wanted you to be happy.”

If it had crossed her mind to tell him the truth about her marriage, his last statement stopped the idea cold. There would be another day for the story. She didn’t want to ruin their new beginning.

“Make me happy tonight.” Amanda marveled at her boldness, but then this was Seb. He hadn’t allowed her to be shy around him for very long.

His grin warmed her heart and he stood and took a few steps back. “Do you remember how we start, Mandy?”

She nodded, her entire body starting to tremble with arousal. How many nights had she lain awake reliving making love with Seb? Too many to count. The dreams had been vivid, high-def images. She’d been able to hear their moans and whispers, smell the scent of sex, all of it designed to torture her and keep her from moving on.

On shaky knees, she stood and walked back to the bedroom. She stripped her clothes off and then turned the bed down so the covers were folded at the end of the mattress. After lighting some candles, she turned the lights off, enjoying the flickering shadows on the wall. A hint of vanilla began to permeate the air and she knelt down beside the bed on the area rug, exhaling slowly and trying to control her racing heart.

A cool breeze from the vent tightened her nipples even as heat was building inside. She waited in position, closing her eyes and listening to the thump of her heart and nothing else. A sense of calm spread through her as she visualized her and Seb together. Happy—the past no longer a factor. She wanted it. She didn’t know if it was possible but she wasn’t too proud to admit that she needed to be loved.

“Good girl.” Seb was standing next to her, his hand on her head, his fingers stroking her hair. “Let’s go over the rules, just in case. Rule one. I am in charge. The only decision you need to make is whether to use your safeword. I realize you didn’t have one before, but I think it’s a good idea to have one now.”

Instantly alert, she lifted her head to look up at him. Was he planning to hurt her tonight? Seb shook his head, apparently reading her expression of alarm.

“Relax, sweetheart. I’m not a sadist. But we haven’t been together like this in a long time. I think it’s a good idea to have a stop mechanism in case I go somewhere you’re not comfortable with.”

She nodded in agreement. “You’re right. Can I pick anything I want?”

“It’s your safeword.” Seb gave her a playful smile.

“Hmmm…how about ‘champagne’?” Amanda giggled at the thought of yelling the word at the top of her lungs.

“Champagne it is,” Seb agreed. “Now, rule number two. You do not come without my permission. And finally, rule number three. Do you remember that rule?”

She did remember it. It had been the hardest one to follow. “No feeling ashamed or guilty about what we do together and enjoy.”

“That’s right. Now let’s get started. Open my pants and take out my cock.”

She loved it when he had that deep, commanding tone to his voice. Her body responded instantly to it, a deep flush covering her bare skin and a bar of arousal building in her abdomen. She reached up and slid the button free and pulled the tab of the zipper down exposing his ridged stomach, a silky trail of blond hair disappearing under the waistband of his boxers. Sliding the elastic out of the way, her fingers wrapped around his thick cock pulling it free from the fabric. Her first instinct was to lick the mushroom head and trace the blue and purple veins with her tongue, but then she remembered that she wasn’t in charge at the moment.

Seb was in control.

She had no decisions to make. Nothing to worry about. Her mind wouldn’t be busy wondering whether he liked what she was doing because whatever she was doing would be what he’d ordered her to do. If he didn’t like what she was doing he would simply command her to do something else. No muss, no fuss. All she had to do was obey and feel. It was such a luxury and one she had honestly missed.

Her hands brushed his bare thighs, and her fingers felt the ridged outline of the scar where he’d been shot. In London, she hadn’t known about it when it happened but had heard about it later. She’d had to quell the urge to run to him and nurse him better despite everything that had passed between them. His very real mortality had terrified her bringing the danger he was in every day to the forefront of her mind. In truth, she hadn’t breathed easily until he’d left the Army almost a year ago.

Now he was here in one piece, alive and well.

Peeking up at him from under her lashes, she sat back on her heels and waited for his direction. He didn’t make her wait long. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he guided her head until her lips were directly in front of his cock.

“Suck me.”

Not needing to be told twice, Amanda wet her lips hungrily before starting at the base and licking in long swipes all the way to the head. She fluttered her tongue around the slit, knowing how sensitive Seb was there and was rewarded with his fingers tightening in her hair and the sound of his breath coming out in a hiss. She might be the one on her knees but at this moment she felt very powerful indeed.

Opening her jaws wide, she engulfed the head with her mouth, letting her tongue flicker even as she sealed her lips tightly and began to bob her head up and down.

“Son of a fucking bitch.”

She would have smiled at his hoarse expletive but her mouth was already busy. She gave him no quarter, relentless with her lips and tongue until she felt him swell inside her mouth, the hand buried in her hair twisting painfully. His hot seed jetted to the back of her throat and she had to swallow quickly not to miss a drop. She used her tongue to clean him when he was done before sitting back on her heels, a feeling of triumph percolating inside.

It had been so long since she’d felt good with a man in a sexual situation. Amanda had almost come to expect the feeling of awkwardness and inadequacy that had dogged her relationships since Seb. But not today. Seb made her feel sexy and wanted.

“I’d forgotten how lethal that mouth of yours was,” Seb chuckled, pulling his pants up but leaving them unzipped. He lifted her chin with his fingers so she could see the satisfied smile on his face. “I can’t go all night like I could in my early twenties but I think I’m still good for another go this evening. Maybe more. I’m not that old.”

His rough fingers caressed her cheek and she leaned her head against his palm. “Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Are you ready to have some fun?”

“Yes, Sir,” she responded, wanting to show him her submission and that she accepted his leadership.

“Time for your spanking then.”

His lips were curved into a grin and his brown eyes sparkled with mischief. Sparks lit inside at the thought of being draped over his knee, his large hand warming up her ass cheeks. Her nipples tightened and even more honey dripped from her pussy. But…what had she done to deserve punishment?

“I don’t understand, Sir. What am I being punished for? What did I do?”

“Nothing. This wouldn’t be a punishment.”

Amanda frowned. “Then what would the spanking be for?”

“For fun,” he said firmly. “For no other reason than I know you enjoy it.”

She couldn’t argue the fact nor did she want to.

What she wanted was a spanking. Seb was the only man in the world she would ever allow to do this.

“Yes, Sir.” She kept her eyes down and placed her hands behind her back as she had read in several smutty books on her e-reader. When she couldn’t submit in reality, she’d moved over to fantasy.

“What a good girl you are,” Seb praised as he sat down on the bed and patted his lap. “Come here then and get what you need.”

Rising swiftly, she draped herself over his knees, her palms and toes on the floor and her bottom up in the air. Or at least it felt like it. His hands rubbed circles on the sensitive skin, warming up the flesh and making her quiver in anticipation.

“When was the last time you had a spanking, sweetheart?”

His fingers had slipped down into her slit and she moaned as he brushed her clit. It sent a rush of cream onto his hand and her thighs.

“Um, with you, Sir.”

She hated admitting it but she couldn’t lie to him about something like this. His hand paused as if he was surprised by her answer, but then he gave her bottom a light smack.

“Then you are far overdue. We’ll start light and work our way up. No set count since this is just for our mutual pleasure. Don’t hesitate to use your safeword, especially as it’s been so long since your last discipline.”

Her heart galloping in her chest and her breathing shallow, she waited for what seemed like an eternity for the first impact of his palm on her ass. When it finally came, it was lighter than she expected, barely stinging the skin but still upping the temperature on her bottom. The blows continued growing progressively harder until she was wriggling on his knees. Her butt cheeks had to be glowing red and her hand flew behind her to ward him off but he simply chuckled and anchored her wrist at the small of her back with his left hand.

“Do you need to use your safeword, Mandy?” Seb paused, waiting for her answer. The last thing she wanted was for him to stop. She’d been needing this for so long and hadn’t even realized it.

“No, Sir.”

Her voice was rusty but she must have said the words clearly enough as he began peppering her ass with measured smacks designed to heat the skin and send her pleasure-pain receptors into overdrive. Her mind, always busy with all the things she needed to think about and do, became clear and uncluttered allowing her to sink into the moment and just feel. Nothing else existed but the two of them.

She was so lost to him that it took her a minute to realize the spanking was over and he was trailing his fingers through her drenched pussy. Skillful fingers circled her clit and her whole body shook as she tried to hold back her orgasm.

“Come.”

The command was simple and direct but her body didn’t need any second bidding. She exploded from the inside out, the room spinning and the lights dancing. She was still in its throes when he laid her stomach down on the edge of the bed and thrust hard inside of her from behind.