Cherished: A Masters and Mercenaries Novella

by Lexi Blake

  “Sir, Bridget. You call me Sir when I’m fucking you.” Oh, she was tight. Her pussy was tight as a drum. How long had it really been for her? She was going to strangle his cock.

  “Yes, Sir. Yes, I like it. Oh, Sir, please. Please.” Her muscles tightened around his finger as though trying to keep him inside, as though that single finger could ever be enough for her.

  He would give her more, but not until she screamed for him. “Please what, sweetheart?”

  He loved the desperation in her voice. “Please lick my clit. Please. Sir, it would feel so good. It’s been so long since I was touched there, and I think you’ll do it better than anything I’ve ever had before. Please lick it.”

  Well, when she put it like that, how could he possibly refuse? She was so unashamed, so open that it made him want to give her everything he had. As he gave her another finger, fucking deep inside, he took her clit between his lips and sucked. Hard.

  Bridget screamed. Her whole body shook and he could feel his fingers get coated in her arousal. She came all over his hand.

  Bridget coming was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced in his life.

  He couldn’t stand it a second longer. He pulled his hand out and stood, immediately bending to catch her as she slumped over. He lifted her easily and made his way to the bedroom. He kicked open the door, deposited her on the bed, and started to shove his clothes off.

  “That was amazing.” She looked up at him with sleepy eyes. “Seriously, better than a vibrator.”

  He was glad he ranked higher than the inanimate object, but he had better things to do than bask in the glow of her praise. He opened the nightstand drawer and grabbed a condom.

  “Wait,” Bridget said, getting to her knees.

  Fuck. She was going to bail on him and he would likely drop to the floor and beg her. He was kind of at that stage. He needed her. Damn it. “You want to leave?”

  “No. I want to see you. You got to see me. Can I touch it?”

  His cock? She wasn’t leaving. She wanted to touch him, to see him. He stood in front of her and nodded, though he knew it was a mistake. “Touch me, sweetheart.”

  She stared at him, her eyes wide, and he suddenly knew what it meant to feel twelve feet tall. She was looking at him like he was an ice cream cone and she couldn’t wait to lick him up. His cock pulsed at the thought.

  She moved to the end of the bed, and her fingers brushed against his cock, making it twitch. “You like that?”

  So she thought turnabout was fair play? He pulled in a shaky breath. “Yes, I did. I’ll always like your hand wrapped around my dick. I’d like your mouth there, too, but I’m afraid I’ll come too soon.”

  Her lips curled up and she sank to her knees on the floor. “Then you’ll have to find a way to get hard again, won’t you?”

  As her lips found the head of his dick, he knew he’d been right. She was going to drive him mad.

  * * * *

  He was gorgeous in a pair of leathers, but out of them he’d moved into Greek god territory. She wasn’t sure what she was doing, but some inner vixen had taken over and she suddenly didn’t care. With her whole body still humming from the orgasm Will had given her, Bridget was ready for some payback.

  He stood in front of her, all six feet three inches of purely chiseled male. He really would look good on one of her covers, but she didn’t want other women seeing him like this. Who would be able to resist? Broad shoulders and a muscled chest and perfectly shaped abs. She let her fingers find the skin of his hips. So soft. Soft skin covering steel.

  And his cock. A true thing of beauty. There was already a drop of pre-come on the slit. He’d tasted her. He’d put his tongue right on her and drawn on her cunt like she made nectar there. It wasn’t like she’d never had a guy go down on her, but before it had been a rote thing. Like something he had to quickly check off a list in order to move on to bigger and better things. A quick lick. A tiny suck and then she found herself spread and penetrated and oops, it was over.

  Not Will Daley. No. He liked to play and take his time and she believed in a clean balance sheet.

  She dragged her tongue over the head of his cock.

  “Hold it. Wrap your hand around it and hold it still.” Will hissed a little as she licked him again.

  Power. She felt it rush through her. This big strong man was practically trembling. She could make him feel as good as he’d made her feel. Somehow being on her knees in front of him gave her power she’d never felt before.

  He would appreciate it. He wouldn’t see her laving affection on his cock as his due. He would tell her how he wanted it and praise her when she was done.

  Damn it. She really was a sub. She’d kind of hoped this wouldn’t work for her because all the “Sirs” and “Masters” got to her from time to time, but something had settled deep inside her.

  Of course she only had him for a while.

  She shoved that thought aside. She was living in the moment. That was where she always made her mistake. She reached for too much, wanted a stability no one could give her. Not really. Marriages didn’t have to be forever—most weren’t. Even some that lasted weren’t happy. What Will was offering her was honest.

  And there was zero doubt that she wanted him.

  She licked his cockhead. Long and thick, she could barely close her fingers around the stalk of his dick. She pumped as she drew the head inside her mouth, tasting the salt that dripped from the slit of his cock.

  “That feels like heaven.” His hand found her hair and sank in. “You are awfully good at that, sweetheart.”

  It was odd how those few words made her feel. Giving good head probably wasn’t something she wanted engraved on a plaque and mounted to her wall, but the knowledge that he liked what she was doing to him filled her with a need to do more. She could be good at this. They could be good together.

  In bed. She had to remember to keep it to the bedroom.

  She let her eyes drift up and saw Will watching. He was such a gorgeous beast of a man, with his dark eyes staring at the place where his cock sank inside her mouth.

  “Take more.”

  She took more. She worked slowly, methodically, not wanting to miss an inch of him. Though he was big, she was certain she could take him. In her mouth. In her pussy. Hell, the way she felt now she was ready to let him into her ass. Sex was different with him, better. She felt better.

  “Cup my balls.” He was a bossy sort but then that was probably why he’d gone into the whole Dom thing.

  She sucked and licked while she moved her hand to fondle his balls. The good doc obviously believed in a careful grooming routine, and she was so freaking happy she’d shaved before coming over here. She’d thought about him and carefully shaved her pussy, the optimist in her making a showing for once.

  Will’s hands tightened in her hair, pulling at her. Even that sharpness felt good. He pulled her off his cock. “I can’t take anymore. I don’t want to come in your mouth, Bridget. I want to get inside. Let me get inside you.”

  She got back on the bed, her hands shaking slightly. He was going to do it. He was going to roll a condom on and fuck her. She was going to be his for the night. He was going to be hers. Her third lover.

  “Bridget? Are you afraid of me?”

  She looked up to find him looming over her. His cock was erect, straining her way, and he’d rolled the condom on. Everything was ready except her heart. “I’m not afraid. I’m not. It’s just…it’s not as casual as I thought it would be.”

  If he fucked her it would mean something to her. She could say it didn’t, but her soul would know.

  He nodded and for a moment she thought he was going to turn and walk away. Fear seized her. She shouldn’t have said anything. Her big mouth always got her in trouble. Now it was going to cost her the weeks she could have spent with him.

  “It’s not casual.” He climbed on the bed, spreading her legs wide. “Sweetheart, I can’t promise you forever, but I can tell you th
at the way I feel right now is not a casual thing.”

  She would take it. It might not last forever, but she could have him now.

  He settled between her legs, the heat of his body flowing over her. She loved the way his weight felt as he lowered his mouth down to cover her own.

  He kissed her as she felt his cock at the entrance of her pussy. “I’ll take care of you, sweetheart. While we’re together, let me take care of you.”

  He kissed her again and she finally decided on a word. She’d been trying to find a word to describe how it felt when he kissed her. Hot. Aroused. They were there, but didn’t even begin to cover it.

  Cherished. When he kissed her, she felt cherished.

  “You feel so good.” He groaned against her mouth.

  He pressed in, his cock invading and stretching her but in the most pleasant way.

  He went up on his elbows, taking some of the weight off her. “Wrap your legs around me. I want to feel you around me.”

  She hooked her legs around his waist and gasped as he gained another inch. His eyes were closed as he worked methodically, gently pressing in and pulling out. He was so careful it was driving her insane.

  And then he was in. His cock filled her to bursting but she wouldn’t change anything. She tilted her hips up, trying to take more.

  “Like I said before, you’re so fucking soft,” he said, looking down at her. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to watch. I couldn’t see you come before.”

  He pushed in, twisting his hips in a way that let his pelvis grind against her clitoris.

  She couldn’t breathe. It was starting again. Orgasms before had been small things. They’d been pleasant when she managed one, but Will’s tongue had taken her to an entirely different level. He seemed intent on proving he could manage the same thing with his cock.

  Over and over he fucked deep inside, his body working hers while he held her eyes. When she started to close them he would remind her, forcing her into an intimacy she’d never known before. Her previous lovers hadn’t cared whether she’d come or not, much less wanted to watch her while she did it.

  He hit some magic spot deep inside and she couldn’t help but moan.

  He grinned, the expression making him look younger, less grim than his normal serious look. “There it is. Yeah, now I’ve got you, sweetheart. Try to hold me off now.”

  She wasn’t trying to do anything except breathe because he pressed in again and her body went off like a bomb. Pure pleasure sparked through her, racing through her veins and making her call out his name over and over. She tightened her legs, wanting the moment to last. She was fairly certain she left claw marks on his back, but he didn’t seem to mind. He picked up the pace, slamming into her and sending her into a second wave.

  His whole body stiffened as he rode out his orgasm, finally falling on top of her.

  The world seemed hazy and she was fairly certain she was drunk on lust or whatever he wanted to call it.

  Affection. He’d said he needed affection. She let her arms wrap around him, holding him close. He didn’t shove off her to go to the bathroom or turn over to go to sleep. He laid his head on her chest, one hand on her breast, and they lay together for the longest time before sleep finally took her.

  Chapter Six

  “You did what?” Serena asked as she patted baby Tristan’s back and paced the floor. Her eyes narrowed as she looked Bridget over. “Tell me you’re joking.”

  They’d traded their margarita lunches for afternoons at either Bridget’s or Chris’s place since Serena had given birth. Her son was kind of the cutest thing in the world. Well, he definitely won in the baby category. Bridget thought back to the morning before when she’d slipped out of Will’s condo before he woke up. The sheet had slipped and she’d gotten a spectacular view of his ass. It was a superlative male specimen and she’d wondered how many squats the man had to do to achieve it.

  “She’s not joking.” Chris shook his head at her with a sigh. “She really ran away like a cowardly rabbit.”

  Bridget put the tray of crackers and cheese she’d bought at the market out on the table with a thud. “It was not cowardly. It was a strategic withdrawal.”

  “It was a massive mistake since your butt is going to feel that at some point in time.” Serena placed Tristan in the bouncy seat and strapped him in. The baby immediately started kicking his legs and batting at the toys dangling above him with a delighted glee. His mother wasn’t so amused. She turned to Bridget. “Did he give you permission to leave?”

  “I don’t need permission to leave.” She was a freaking grown-up.

  Serena’s head shook. “You signed a contract. I assure you there was something in there about leaving, unless Master Will is a total pushover and I hadn’t heard he was.”

  Something about the way she said it got to Bridget. Serena had the perfect life. Two gorgeous men, a sweet baby boy, career to die for, and she didn’t even do her own laundry. “Well, I guess the perfect princess doesn’t know everything, does she?”

  Serena’s jaw dropped and she pointed her index finger Bridget’s way. “You do not want to go there. I’ve done nothing to deserve that. You’re the one who’s taking a good thing and tossing it away.”

  She was the fuck-up. Again. “Is that what I’m doing? So because I won’t bow and scrape to some Dom, I’m ruining everything.”

  Serena’s finger wagged. “You stop this instant. We are not having this fight. You think about it for two seconds. You can’t sign a contract with a man and then bail on him and expect everything to be great the next day. This is what you do, Bridge. This is how things go wrong for you.”

  Bridget took a step back, her anger deflating because she was pretty sure Serena was right. Younger Bridget would have told Wiser Serena to bite her ass and never talked to her again, but Older Bridget really loved her friends. “Wow, your mom finger is strong today. It’s all full of judgmental righteousness.”

  Serena backed down, a flush staining her face pink. “Sorry. It comes naturally now.”

  “Let the hormones flow, ladies. I think I’ll take Tristan and we’ll run away. Let’s run from all the scary estrogen, baby boy.” Chris had taken a seat by the baby as if to ward off all the bad vibes coming from the women.

  What the hell was she doing? She was fighting with her best friend because she felt stupid? She had to get over this shit. “I’m sorry, Serena. I’m feeling weird about Will and I’m taking it out on you.”

  “Look at Auntie Bridget. She’s pulled on her big girl panties,” Chris cooed to the baby.

  She wasn’t that mature. “Dude, I can still take you out.”

  Serena held up her hands. “Everyone stop and let’s figure this out. Bridget, why did you leave Will and how has he handled it?”

  “Serena is skipping the good parts. No starting in the middle. I want the whole shebang. And by shebang I mean the banging. How was the good doctor in bed?” Chris asked.

  Heavenly. Perfect. “Okay.”

  They both stared at her.

  She could feel herself blushing. “Fine. He was amazing. It was totally vanilla and it was still the best sex I’ve ever had. Are you happy now?”

  “Mostly.” Serena sat down and took a sip of her iced tea. They were supposed to be talking plots and promo for their next books, but it never turned out that way. They tended to gossip about what was happening at Sanctum and about Serena’s and Chris’s sex lives. “He treated you well?”

  She nodded. “He didn’t even mention my scars. He was dirty and nasty and he took care of me in a way that made me pretty much want to drop to my knees and beg him to love me. And yes, that was why I ran like a scared little girl.” She slumped into her chair, shaking her head. “It was so embarrassing. I woke up next to this god of a man and all I could think was ‘please don’t let him see me in the cold light of day.’”

  “Oh, she’s so getting her ass spanked,” Chris said with wide eyes. “How did he handle it? Did he come storming ov
er that morning? This was yesterday, right?”

  Yep. A whole day and a half had passed since she’d last seen Will. “He didn’t. Come over, that is. He didn’t even knock on the door on his way to work.” She shrugged. “I guess I pissed him off or something.”

  Or he’d had enough of her and he was grateful to have avoided the next morning’s scene.

  She’d gone to bed the night before wondering where he was but too afraid and embarrassed to knock on his door. God, she’d screwed up again.

  “So, I need a new date to my sister’s wedding,” she said with a fake smile on her face. “I’m down to strippers. Get me a good one, Chris. But not the dude who humps the pole. He scares me.”

  “Oh, honey, you have to talk to Will.” Serena leaned over. “You can’t slip out of his bed and then avoid him for the rest of your life.”

  Actually she could. If she left now and then paid someone to clean out her condo, she could move to another city, change her name, her hair color, and live a Will-free life with lots and lots of cats. The virtual kind. Maybe houseplants could be her thing. Unless she killed them all. Fish. They were easy, right?

  “And you can’t move to another city and get some unnamed house pet,” Chris said.

  Well, at least he knew her really well. One guy in the world knew the real her and loved her, and naturally it was the dude who didn’t like vaginas.

  There was a thought…

  “You’re not becoming a lesbian, either,” Serena said.

  “If I did, I would totally be into you.” Somehow, her life wasn’t quite as heartbreaking when she shared her problems with these two.

  A smile lit up Serena’s face. “Back at you. Now let’s figure out how you’re going to handle the man you are actually attracted to because he seems to be throwing a hissy fit of his own.”

  Her heart dropped. “He’s not throwing a fit. That doesn’t seem like Will. He’s figured out that he’s not that interested. Now that I think about it, I guess this whole thing really was kind of a test run. I mean the contract was only for two weeks anyway. I think the sex wasn’t as good for him.”