by Lexi Blake
Now that he thought about it, did it only have to be a few days? Why? If they were upfront about what they needed, there was no reason the contract couldn’t be open ended. Why put an end date on it? She would be back in Austin. He would be working in Dallas. They could get together for sex and play. He would know the boundaries. She would know what he was willing to give her.
It might actually work.
His blood started to thrum through his system. He could have her. He could play with her.
“I’m not incompetent, Case.” Her face tilted up, her body moving closer to his. Her words might be defiant, but her body wasn’t. She was softening, her lips opening slightly. “I can handle myself. I know how to use a gun.”
An armed Mia was kind of one of his worst nightmares. He let his free hand stray down to her waist, enjoying the feel of her curves. “You’re a reporter, not a soldier. I’ve agreed to stand back and let you work. I’ve agreed to let you bring along Fain. Give me something here. I’m in charge of this operation.”
She sighed, a sexy sound. “I don’t want you to cut me out. I can’t stand being treated like I’m made of glass.”
She was so obviously made of warmth and sex. He lowered his head, lips hovering over her mouth. He’d waited so damn long. “I won’t cut you out. I promise. But I need to know you’ll obey me if things get dangerous.”
“It won’t,” she promised, her hands moving to his waist.
He wanted those hands all over his body. “But if it does…”
Her lips were so close. “I’ll follow your orders. You’re in charge if things get dangerous.”
That wasn’t good enough. “And here, Mia. I’m in charge when we play. You’re the sweet sub and I’m the dirty Dom who’s going to demand absolutely everything you have to give me. Tell me yes. Tell me we can play.”
“Yes, Case. Yes.”
He covered her mouth with his, devouring her like a starving man. He couldn’t be gentle. He needed her far too much.
Her arms wound around him and she held on, pressing her body to his. Her breasts flattened against his chest.
This was what he’d wanted that first night, the first moment he’d seen her. He’d wanted her soft and submissive. She’d called to that dominant piece of him he hadn’t known existed. Before Mia had walked into his life, he’d enjoyed the lifestyle, but he hadn’t truly understood it. He hadn’t known what it meant to need to dominate a woman—not for mere sexual purposes or to feed his own ego. He needed to dominate her because she ruled his every thought, because he needed to be important to this one woman.
No. Case forced himself to stop. He pulled away from the drugging kisses she was giving him. He couldn’t go down that path. If he was going to take her, it would be on his terms, and that meant he wasn’t going to play the idiot. He wasn’t going to ask for more than she could give him. He wasn’t going to pretend this was some grand love. She wasn’t Charlotte and he wasn’t Ian. They didn’t get that forever thing.
But they could have this.
“What’s wrong?” She looked up at him and then started to pull away.
He wasn’t going to let that happen. He turned her around so his front nestled her back. “Nothing’s wrong. I want to feel you. Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to touch you, Mia? How often I’ve thought about this?” His hands were on her waist and he brought them up slowly. “I want to memorize every inch of your skin, and do you know how I’m going to do it?”
She leaned back into him. “You’re going to touch me.”
He loved how breathless she was. No other woman ever responded as honestly to him as she did. He could trust her body even if he didn’t trust the rest of her. Oh, she wouldn’t mean to hurt him. He actually believed that, but she would choose her world. She would choose her family over him. He could keep her for a little while.
“What am I going to touch you with, princess?” He moved slowly, letting his hands find the warm skin under her shirt.
“Your hands.” Her head fell back against his chest. Without heels on she didn’t quite reach his shoulders. “I want your hands everywhere, Case. They feel so good.”
“I will touch you everywhere, but that’s not all I’ll do.” He was right under her breasts. This was one of the things D/s had taught him. Sex required discipline. Patience. Control. He wanted to shove her on that bed and force his dick inside her, but that wouldn’t make it good for her. This methodical arousal of every inch of her body would make her ready for him, would make her scream for him.
Might make her stay with him for a while.
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.”
“See.” She was sitting there, her breasts on display, and there was absolutely no shyness about her. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and he was so fucking happy that she wanted him. “A little stuffy.”
He’d always thought she would be a super brat, so freaking sassy it would make him insane. He was going to spank her hard one of these days. Not today. Today he moved between her legs, spreading them wide. The dresser put her at exactly the right height for what he wanted to do. “I’ll show you how stuffy I can be.”
He pushed and pulled until she was leaning back, offering up her generous breasts. The pink and brown nipples were tight, but she had good-sized areolas. He licked at one as her legs wound around him. He could have told her he wasn’t going anywhere, but he liked having her holding him tight.
Such pretty breasts and while he was topping her they were all fucking his. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and was rewarded with a long moan as her body bowed. The way he’d placed her on the dresser forced her to balance herself with both hands, leaving him free to play with her any way he pleased.
He sucked on one nipple while he played with the other, rolling the little bud between his thumb and forefinger. He tweaked it hard at exactly the same moment he gave her a nip.
“Case. Oh, god, Case.” His name came out of her mouth on a little squeal. “More. Please give me more.”
He would give her everything, but he didn’t intend to give in to her every demand. He was going to take his time. He was going to enjoy every second he had with her. When they got back home, their play sessions would likely be few and far between. A weekend here. A spare afternoon there. He had a few days to be her full-time Dom. And yes, he fully intended to take charge everywhere he could despite what he’d told her. The whole damn operation would be dangerous and he wasn’t going to let her get hurt.
He would just have to be sneaky about it.
He switched places, laving his affection on the other nipple while his spare hand started to work its way down. He was going to make her come. A nice starter orgasm that would make her limp and submissive and willing to give him fucking everything.
“Do you have any idea what I’m about to do to you?” He brought his head up, staring into her eyes. Her desire was right there, arousal making her pupils dilate. She wasn’t hiding anything from him now. She was completely honest with him when they were physical.
“Tell me, you dirty boy.” She shifted her hips, helping him to slide his hand into her jeans.
He loved a challenge and Mia was all alpha female, come-and-take-it, big boy challenge. “I’m going to rub that little clit of yours until you come all over my hand, and then when you’re limp and satisfied and you think you’ve had everything you want, I’m going to strip you down, throw you on that bed, and make a meal of you.”
His fingers slipped under the waistband of the panties he was going to rip off her body soon enough, and there it was. He slid the pad of his middle finger over her clitoris, watching as she gasped and bit her bottom lip. He circled the button of her clit, watching her every reaction.
“I’m going to eat your pussy like no one’s eaten it before. All that arousal you’re putting out right now, that’s going to be my dinner. All your sweetness, I’m going to lap it up. I’ll lick you everywhere, spread you wide so I don’t miss a drop, and then do you know what I’ll do?”
She flushed the prettiest shade of pink that had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with how close to the edge she was. He could feel it. She’d started to move in time with his finger, begging him for more. Her female flesh was soaked with arousal. It coated his fingers and made it easy to work her clit. “Please tell me, Case.”
Dirty talk seemed to do it for her. It was good because he’d thought the dirtiest, filthiest things about her. He dreamed of doing everything to her, of bringing her pleasure in every way a man could bring to a woman.
He leaned in, sensing how close she was to the edge. He was about to push her over. “Then, when I’ve licked every inch of that sweet pussy, that’s when I’m going to shove my tongue up your cunt and get some more because I won’t ever want to stop. I’ll fuck you with my tongue until I make you come all over again. You want to ride my tongue, Mia?”
He pressed down and rotated.
“Yes,” she started to shout.
He covered her mouth, drinking down the sounds of her orgasm as he let her ride it out. She brought her arms up, obviously no longer caring whether or not she fell. Or she simply trusted him. He wrapped his free arm around her, trapping her against him.
He kissed her as she came down, their tongues playing more softly now. When he withdrew his hand, she tightened her arms around him.
“Don’t go,” she whispered against his lips. “I want everything you promised me, cowboy.”
He wasn’t going anywhere. He liked post-orgasm Mia. “I never go back on my word. Time to get you out of those jeans.”
He hauled her up, her legs around his waist. As he turned to toss her on the big bed, he thanked the universe that Drew Lawless was either a complete pervert who like to fuck at thirty thousand feet or a man who simply preferred comfort and could afford it. Either way, that bed was about to come in handy.
And Lawless could fuck himself. No amount of money would keep him from getting inside Mia tonight.
He shifted, her mouth on his. The girl liked to kiss. Just as he was letting her drop, the world tilted and Case found himself falling, Mia untangling from around him. He kept his arms around her, trying to hold her close.
They hit the floor, shifting so he took the brunt of the fall. “What the hell?”
Mia looked up, her eyes wide. “The plane. It’s out of control.”
And that was how his night went straight to hell.
CHAPTER THREE
Mia held on to Case and the world seemed to upend and go completely out of control. His arms wound around her and the plane rolled to the right.
They slammed against the wall, Case taking the impact as the plane made another dip that sent her stomach churning.
Case wrapped himself around her, one hand coming up to cradle her neck, forcing her head against his chest. The other arm protected her back. Even his legs wound around hers as though he could form a protective barrier between her and all harm.
She went limp, not offering any resistance. This was one of those times when the big bad Dom was in charge. Any resistance would put him in danger, too. If he was fighting her, he couldn’t protect himself.
The plane leveled out, the world steadying as quickly as it had upended.
“I’m going to need you to get dressed and quickly.” He kissed the top of her head, but she could feel how tense he’d gotten.
She nodded and scrambled off him, reaching for her shirt. No time for the bra, though she hated being without one. They needed to get out in the main cabin and buckle in. Apparently they were in the middle of some kind of storm. She wasn’t going to waste time because her boobs might jiggle.
She did glance back at the bed though. That would have been a storm of another kind. A freaking hurricane. Hurricane Case, with strong winds and an orgasmic tidal wave. Damn, but that man rocked her world.
And now they had a shot.
Case was up on his feet. He’d gone from dirty bad boy to soldier in a heartbeat. “I don’t suppose there’s anywhere in here you could hide.”
Hide? “Why would I hide? It’s just turbulence. We need to buckle in. It feels fine right now, but the winds could pick up any second. Let’s go.”
He moved in front of the door, his voice a low growl. “That wasn’t turbulence. The plane has been perfectly level the whole time. And I know a well-executed maneuver when I feel one. He tossed us from side to side and then up and down to throw us off. I’m betting he expected he would only have to deal with one man, but he got four. He waited until we were all up and moving and this is how he gets the upper hand. He’ll have the other guys guarded by now. If he hasn’t managed to take them out.”
“Who is this ‘he’ you’re talking about?” Case sounded paranoid. Why would the pilot purposefully try to throw everyone off? The answer hit her with the force of a two-by-four. “Shit.”
Case’s lips curved up in an arrogant smirk. “Yes, princess, this is a kidnapping and you’re the star of the show. And I left my fucking gun in my bag.”