Surrendering To Her Sergeant

by Angel Payne

  After making a mental note to send Hudsy a long thank-you note and a good bottle of Columbia Valley cabernet, he positioned himself behind Ava, steeling himself for the glorious view her fresh position would now allow him. The sight was better than he expected, forcing him to clear his throat in hopes of calming his damn libido. Shit. Her legs were parted enough for him to glimpse the coral shimmer of her labia and the darker mystery of her pussy. Just inches from that was the puckered ingress with which he’d just toyed…and had many more plans for tonight.

  The conclusion was an ideal companion to his next movements. As he spread her ass cheeks again, he felt and observed the tension in her muscles. “Take a breath. Relax, baby.”

  She complied without hesitation, making it easy for him to get a generous squeeze of lube into her back hole. He used the lubrication to penetrate her deeper with a finger while spreading his thumb to rub the tender ridge of her clit at the same time.

  “Oh!” she cried. “Oh, my!”

  Despite the stimulation in her tone, tension still gripped her whole body. “You’ll answer me honestly, sunshine,” he directed. “Is this the first time you’ll have a man in your ass?”

  Not surprisingly, she went still. “Y-yes, Sir.”

  Ethan stroked her back with soothing pressure. “Thank you.”

  As he observed her melting into the motion, even rolling her hips with it, he went ahead and optimized the advantage in front of him—by rolling the plug in some lube and sliding it into her.

  “Ay!” she exclaimed. “Ethan! Didn’t I just say this was new for me?”

  She bucked and strained but he turned the caress on her back into a controlling hold, exhilarated by it, pulling her through the portal of new awakening with firm, sensual surety. “And haven’t I asked you to trust me, sunshine? Ssshhh. Calm down. Breathe again. A little training goes a long way.”

  Though her hard breaths still rocked her frame, she shifted back into position. He leaned deeper over her, rubbing the fingers that now clawed at the bed. Her arms tensed beneath his, her shoulders hunched near her ears. He nudged his lips against her nape and kissed it. Nipped his way down to her shoulder blades. Continued the length of her spine until he got to her ass again, where he continued to work the plug in and out, letting her get used to the fullness of it, making sure the tender membranes at the edge got plentifully stimulated.

  “How does it feel now, sunshine?”

  Ava took a long second to reply. “Tight.” Her shoulders tightened again. “It’s so much…”

  He shifted back, ordering himself to focus on everything she was feeling instead of the blood that banged up and down his cock, shouting a huge Let’s roll, already! into his whole body. He compelled himself to focus on a higher goal. The nirvana he was going to reach in fucking an ass that burned with the welts he’d just dealt.

  With that picture splashed in his head, he reached for the crop. As he started tapping at the sweet swells of her backside with it, he murmured, “Maybe a distraction will help.”

  Ava emitted an unsteady whimper, though her fingers uncurled and her hips writhed, giving in to her submissive instinct to process the little stings with movement. Not for the first time this week, Ethan shook his head in wonderment. How another Dom hadn’t snatched her up, with her eagerness for all this so evident in her willing eyes and her acquiescent body, was beyond his comprehension. Maybe the sunshine in LA had a wonky gamma effect on its men. If that was the case, he hoped the city had a long, sundrenched summer. And fall. And winter.

  She changed her movements as he put a little more muscle into the taps. She lunged forward instead of swirling her hips. He began timing the hits farther apart, giving her time to absorb and process the pain. At the same time, he listened to her harsh gasps, accepting every blow eagerly. He knew her endorphin pumps were grinding at full speed now, warming her skin, racing her heart. Her fast breathing told him she was on her way to a thick haze of pleasure. Her glistening pussy showed him she was on fire with sexual need.

  He couldn’t resist having a touch.

  Giving her a reassuring growl, he cupped his fingers between her thighs. Sure enough, the folds of her labia welcomed him with tight heat. She groaned and thrust it all harder into his hand. Her desire surged his to greater heights, driving the strength behind his blows and marking her flesh with incredible crimson ribbons. His marks. Yes. Yes, damn it, she was his—and he needed to seal that possession by driving himself into her most forbidden entrance.

  With a snarl that sliced the air, he hurled aside the crop. He saw a shiver take over her from that alone, and it made him even harder. The process of freeing himself from the leathers seemed to take forever. After several urgent yanks, his dick surged out, shimmering with the evidence of just how ready he was for this, filled with more blood by the second thanks to the arousal roaring in his balls. It was additional torment to grab at the stack of foil squares Hudsy had also left, tear one open with his teeth, and roll it over his thundering shaft. Then came the lube. Lots and lots of lube.

  He grabbed Ava by the thighs and positioned her in front of him. The dark purple head of his cock tapped against the clear tip of the anal plug. He worked the plug inside her once more while adding lube to the contact, working the slick liquid into her tight channel that way. She winced a little, though it turned into a full moan when he teased the stiff nub of her clit again.

  “I’m going to pull it out now, baby,” he said.

  “Ok-k-kay.”

  “And I’m going to replace the plug with my cock.”

  He heard her swallow hard. “Y-yes, Sir.”

  “You wanted this, Ava. You wanted my discipline.”

  She nodded slowly. “I want to make you happy, Ethan.”

  He gripped the sides of her ass, widening the opening at their apex. “You already do, sunshine. But this is a gift I’m not going to forget.”

  She didn’t say anything as he eased the plug from her body.

  She let out a high cry as he pressed his penis in.

  “Push out.” He gave it as a solid command. “Bear down against me, sunshine. We’re almost there.” The sound of the lube inside her body, the feeling of her ass clenching around him…it made his senses swim with sheer ecstasy. “Fuck. Fuck, Ava, you feel so good.”

  “Mmmm.” It wasn’t a moan reflecting her own pleasure. Not yet. But when she spoke again, there were wisps of arousal in her voice that gave him hope. “Mierda. It’s—you’re—it’s so much—”

  “Yeah.” He didn’t hold back from letting her hear every rough, hoarse note of his spiraling need. “It is, isn’t it? I’m everywhere, aren’t I? Conquering you, filling you, stretching you…making you wetter, hotter.” Damn. His balls tucked in against her ass cheeks. He was in to the hilt and it felt so fucking good.

  “Ethan…oh God…”

  “Let me fill you, Ava. Let me fuck you deep like this.”

  “Y-yes. Ahhhh!”

  “It’s setting you on fire, isn’t it? I can feel it in your clit, Ava. You’re ready to explode, just like me. And I want you to. Holy fuck, do I want you to.”

  “Ay dios mio,” she uttered. “Oh my God!”

  He pressed against her, raking his teeth against her shoulder, reveling in the lusty appeal he now heard in her voice. “What is it, baby? What do you need?”

  “H-harder.” Her response barely carried volume because of her passion. “Fuck my ass harder. Faster. Claim me. Fill me. Hurt me. Heal me. P-please…”

  “Yes.” His mind reeled into a world where fulfillment and feeling merged, where his soul was shifted…and his spirit was finally unleashed. “Yes, baby. Yes.”

  A strangled huff left him as the comprehension blasted, hot and huge and magnificent. He shoved the hair from her neck and bit the back of it as he kept possessing her ass with his cock and her pussy with his fingers. The world wasn’t just her anymore. The universe was. He was living the miracle he never thought he’d find. The exposed, perfect passion
. The open, brutal openness. The connection he’d sought from BDSM, yet had given up on discovering.

  Ava’s exclamation vibrated through them both. “I need to come, Ethan. Please…please!”

  He smacked his body hard against hers, plunging into her with all the force his thighs would give. “Give it to me, sunshine. Give it all to me!”

  Her scream filled the room as her body jerked and rocked. The walls of her ass fisted him tighter, doubling the friction of every pump he got in, until the switch finally got thrown and his balls ignited. He climaxed like a goddamn fireworks show, his senses flying, his body consumed in color and fire and heat. He wanted it to go on forever and thank fuck his load was a big one because Ava stiffened again, convulsing through another orgasm that rocked her so hard, she began sobbing before it was done.

  “Baby.” He rasped it into her ear, infusing it with every ounce of reverence and gratitude that warmed him.

  “I’m okay,” she squeaked.

  “I know.”

  After a few minutes of holding her, he made short work of pulling his cock out of her body and her wrists out of the cuffs. “Don’t move,” he instructed, getting up to dispose of the condom and grab a blanket out of a nearby warmer. Hudsy really did run a class act here.

  When he returned to the bed and wrapped the covering around Ava, he was careful yet cautious about his moves, partly due to resisting the urge to haul her back close. He’d just dominated her to the point of inducing tears. From experience, he knew that prompted some subs to withdraw into their own space for recovery. Others just wanted a hand to hold or someone nearby with a bottle of water. He couldn’t read anything into Ava’s bent head and curled posture, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to start striking assumptions.

  “Sunshine? Can I get you anyth—”

  She drove the air from his lungs as she turned and lunged into his lap. “This,” she whispered, burrowing closer as he folded his arms around her. “You can get me this.”

  Ethan rolled to his back, bringing her along with him. As the scent of their passion clung to the air and her heartbeat bumped against his, he murmured with total satisfaction, “Anytime you need it, baby. Anytime at all.”

  * * * * *

  When he looked at his watch again, he grumbled in irritation. Until he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked again. “Holy shit!”

  “Hmmm?” Ava stirred and snuggled against his chest again. “What? No. Come here. You’re warm.”

  “Sunshine, we fell asleep.”

  “I know,” she mumbled. “Want more.”

  He smiled and kissed her forehead. “’Fraid not. It’s five a.m. I’d better get you dressed and out of here. Your life is about to jump into warp speed.”

  Especially because her show might be losing its producer any minute.

  Fuck, he hoped that wasn’t the case. They’d chased down batshit intel before, and from the looks of things, they were either onto something huge here with Lor, or something they could condense, contain and hand over to the DEA for proper follow-up.

  Either way, he was now hung balls-out over a barrel about it. Did he follow the damn rules and continue to keep Ava in the dark about their subterfuge involving Lor? Though she’d be insulated from the danger of that track, how would she react when he got back to the studio and renewed the kissy-la-la act with Bella, if she bought it at all after what they’d just shared? At that point, she’d likely confront him for a confession, anyway. The woman was as smart as she was beautiful. It was why she made such a mesmerizing submissive—and the hardest lover he’d ever be recovering from, come a week’s time.

  There were more important things to think about right now.

  Choice number one in that category hinged on how she rubbed the sleek ribbon of her leg against the inside of his. Hell. If she slid any higher, she’d be teasing his balls with that silken skin, and would find herself thoroughly fucked as a wake-up call. Choice number two was how she tucked herself tighter into the crook of his shoulder and explored the breadth of his chest with her fingertips. Her touch, soothing and soft, had turned into the gift she’d given him all night, a treat he hadn’t enjoyed in a very long time. Complete peace.

  “Mmmm.” She issued it as a wistful whine of protest as she began a tracing a figure eight with her pointer finger. “You’re probably right. Bella’s likely wondering where you were all night.”

  He clamped back a chuckle. Her not-so-subtle fishing expedition was pretty cute. He couldn’t resist lifting her face, then kissing her until they both gasped for breath. At last he drawled, “She’s not going to wonder shit.”

  “Oh?”

  “For the record, I’m not fucking Bella, either.”

  “Oh.”

  She went to reinsert her head against his shoulder but he fastened a hand back on her head and forced her gaze back up. “You really sound surprised at that.”

  She flung a little frown. “Shouldn’t I be? The two of you have been a walking tribute to moony and cuddly for the last five days.”

  Her sarcasm, a thin excuse for her hurt, knotted his gut. It sealed the deal on the words he deliberately chose next. “Yeah. Remember me when the Oscar ballots roll around.”

  She sat up a little. “Huh?”

  Shutting out the tempting sight of her cleavage, he took a deep breath before moving on. “The Romeo act with Bella has been just that. An act.”

  “Huh?”

  He fingered away some of her hair from her face so he could gaze deeper into her eyes. “Rhett, Rebel and I aren’t really on the set as consultants. We’re working. On a mission. We’re chasing a very credible lead in partnership with the CIA and the FBI. It links communication from a major crime cartel to an end source here in LA.”

  Ava blinked, taking in his words carefully. “Somebody in our crew?”

  “You could say that.” When she raised her face in silent query, he pulled in another measured breath. “Enzo Lemare.”

  She skittered backward while clutching the blanket around herself, reacting to the informational landmine he’d just detonated. “What the hell?” Her exclamation hung in the air for a long minute. Her shoulders rose and fell as her body struggled to keep up with her brain. “What the hell, Ethan?”

  “I know it’s a shock.”

  “Tu piensas? You think?”

  He scooted up to lean against the headboard. He hadn’t pictured ever having to have this exchange with her but if he had, being buck naked on a bondage bed wouldn’t have been his first choice for settings. Maybe the fresh positioning would help. “What I’m about to tell you is classified. It goes nowhere outside this room, right?” After she gave him a solemn nod, he went on, “His real name is Ephraim Lor, and he spent the better part of his life with radical extremists. When I was texted away from your place by Franzen last week, it was to attend a briefing where we found out that an encrypted communication out of Mexico made its way into the country, with Lor as its likely recipient.”

  Her eyes darkened. “What did it say?”

  “We didn’t know for several days. The intel was parked on a laptop, with a USB key needed to unlock it. We banked on the assumption that Enzo had that stick, which was why they inserted Rhett, Rebel and me into things at the Dress Blues set.”

  At that, she actually smiled. “They told you to get closer to Bella, in hopes that you’d get closer to Enzo.” Relief visibly flooded her face as doors of understanding clearly began to open. But a second later, her features darkened again. “So did you find it? The memory stick?”

  “Late on Friday.” He tossed a lopsided grin. “Remember the ‘accountant’ who came by the photo shoot at the Huntington?”

  “The one who screamed ‘bee’ and stopped my pulse for a full minute?” she snapped. “Sí, I remember her well. How could I—” Her eyes and mouth went wide. “Caramba. That was an act? She was there to grab the stick? She’s one of you?”

  “In a way. She’s FBI special task force.”

  He d
ecided she didn’t need to know that the “bee girl” was also the woman who’d collaborated with the lunatic who’d attempted to kidnap Ava’s cousin back to Thailand. Besides, at the moment, silence was a friend. The enormity of what he’d just disclosed hadn’t lessened its weight on his mind. “A lot of people have been working for months on this intel,” he asserted, letting her see his gravely serious side again. “Lor doesn’t just cover his tracks. He erases the damn things from the face of the earth. In short, he’s a sneaky fuck.” His voice dipped into a growl and he didn’t care. “Needless to say, watching him set his radar on you has been a goddamn torture session.”

  Ava’s face crumpled in adoration and admonishment in the same sweep. She crawled closer and twined her fingers into his. “So did the stick unlock anything on the laptop?”

  He scowled. “Only another code, which we’ve only nicked the surface on decoding. On top of that, we learned there was a second laptop that the Aragons sent, only we haven’t been able to locate the damn thing. We’ve kept a constant vigil on the fucker, and he hasn’t received any shipments except vitamin supplements and a couple of new ties from Italy.” He squeezed her hand harder while using the other to scrub his face in frustration. “The asshat has to be working with someone. We just can’t figure out who the hell it is.”

  A palpable wave of energy flowed off Ava. It was accompanied by her tighter grip in his, along with the total drain of color from her face. “Sunshine?” He leaned and gripped her by the elbow. Damn it. He’d been a hawk about watching her for signs of sub drop—except for the last ten minutes, in which he’d drop-kicked a wall of stunning new information on her. “Come here.” He added to his command by thrusting a bottle of water at her. “Drink. Now. Let me see if the toy cabinet has any candy in it. Your blood sugar is likely whacked, and—”