Mistress's Master: Men in Blue, Book 3

by Jayne Rylon

  “Good to know. I’ll have to thank him later,” Jeremy grumbled. “And watch your tone unless you want another dozen swats.”

  “Don’t judge me.”

  “Shit. I’m not.” He drew an X over his heart then kissed her softly. A connection sparked between them brighter than ever. “Swear.”

  “I’ve done whatever it takes to survive for more than a decade. Why stop now?” Unless…” She bit her lip. “Do you think I ruined it?”

  “Nah. If you’d swallowed it, stomach acid could have been a problem. A solid state drive like that can resist moisture no problem.”

  “I’m pretty wet.” She buried her face against his pecs. Damn him for turning her on with his barbaric display. His compassion had affected her through and through. She parted her lips and drew his nipple ring between her teeth, flicking her tongue over the fascinating mix of jewelry and warm man.

  “Hmm, really?” He glided two fingers along her arm to her hip then inward. “Enjoyed your spanking, did you?”

  “Yes, sir.” The pressure of his digits had her shifting her legs, dying for his touch on her mound, which felt thick and heavy with the lust he inspired.

  Her lips meandered upward, over his collarbone to the base of his neck. Instead of shutting her down, he lifted his chin, granting her access to the vulnerable pulse tripping there. For a man so ingrained with dominant instincts, it was a privilege he could not have given to many. Gratitude swamped her, leaving her utterly at his mercy.

  How did he always make it so easy for her to relinquish control?

  “That’s right. Just like that.” One of his hands clenched on her hip when she melted all over again. The other continued to tease her, plying her with more finesse than she could have mustered after years of self-pleasure. “You concentrate on enjoying my attention. I’ll take care of the rest.”

  The room flipped around them as he settled her on her back. A mountain of pillows cushioned her, propping her torso so she didn’t miss a second of the show he put on as he nestled between her legs.

  Lily hoped he’d meant what he said about moisture not damaging the drive because the fucking thing had to be saturated by the time he wandered from her lips, down her neck, taking a leisurely break around her chest to lave first one breast than the other with bold, open-mouthed kisses.

  No objections followed her burying her fingers in his thick, silky hair. Could he comprehend she didn’t intend to direct him, only to glean another tactile sensation from the menu of options his body offered? She relished the strands tickling the juncture of her fingers until he continued his journey down her ribs and across her belly. He worshipped every inch of her between there and the drastically trimmed patch of fuzz decorating her pussy.

  “Someday I’ll have you completely bald. You’ll look even tastier with your juices glazing you here, tempting me to devour you.” His broad shoulders looked gargantuan as they wedged between her thighs. He didn’t hesitate before burying his face against the slick folds of her lips. A moan buffeted the puffy tissue, so primed for contact she nearly came on the spot.

  He paused long enough to grin up at her, curving one arm beneath her thigh then around her waist to fondle her breast. Locked to him, she could only shiver in his grasp. He descended once more. “You’re delicious, Lily. In every way.”

  Panic rose in her chest, forcing a whimper from her throat when he flicked the tip of his tongue in the neighborhood of her clit. Without direct stimulation, she should have no trouble collecting herself. Still, she hovered on the edge of orgasm. The tingle across her ass, his possessive grasp, the sexy light in his eyes—all of it combined to destroy her legendary restraint.

  “Shh… You’re fine. No need to deprive yourself. This isn’t some sex diet. You have my permission to come as often as you can.” He growled, “I can’t wait to see it. Hear it. Feel it.”

  “The drive—”

  “My concern, not yours.” He nipped her inner thigh.

  Oh my God, so not helpful.

  “Don’t worry.” A grin spread over his superfine lips. “I’ll get it back.”

  Regardless of his instructions, she would not have been able to suppress the first bloom of pleasure that washed over her when he slipped two long fingers inside her channel while returning his mouth to the apex of her slit.

  Shallow strokes opened the entrance to her pussy. A flight of fancy had her imagining she could actually sense the tiny drive lodged inside her tensing channel. Probably, his fingers provided the mass she hugged as a miniature quake rumbled through her.

  “Really,” he shook his head in mock disapproval. The motion slid his mouth back and forth across her clit, enhancing the tremors. “You can do so much better than that.”

  “Fuck you.” She laughed through the final remnants of pleasure. When was the last time she’d had fun with a man in bed? She couldn’t remember because it had never happened before. Not this deep melding of equals.

  “Maybe later. If you’re especially good.” He spread his fingers inside her. “Are you sore?”

  “A little.” Lying would be ridiculous. “And I sort of like it.”

  “You enjoyed being stretched yesterday, didn’t you?” He probed deeper on his lascivious search and rescue mission, careful to spread her as he progressed.

  She hadn’t exactly shoved the thing to the moon. His meticulous approach reassured her he wouldn’t knock the drive deeper. Relaxing, her pussy accommodated the outward spread of his fingers, which widened her by gentle degrees.

  “Answer me.” He trapped her clit between his teeth, applying the barest of pressure with the sharp edges.

  Think. Stretched? “Hell, yes. It burned. So good.”

  “When I watched Matt’s cock plow into you and your pussy accommodated him,” he growled. “It made me twice as hard. I forget how little you are sometimes. How young.”

  “I can handle you.”

  “I’m pretty sure I can say the same.” His grimace turned into a grin. “Guess what I found?”

  “I hope it’s a way out of this mess.”

  “Me too, Lily.” Steadily, as though playing a game of erotic operation, he withdrew the innocuous plastic capsule. When it cleared her body, he pinned her with a blazing stare. “Don’t move. Not one inch or you’ll have your first serious flogging from me. I mean it. I’ll be right back.”

  If he knew how much his threat tempted her, he might have picked something else to ensure her obedience.

  Water splashed softly from the bathroom. When he returned, he surprised her by laying the device beside one of his computers and focusing on her without investigating the contents. His fluid pounce onto the bed brought his face within inches of hers. “Are you up for an adventure? As usual, you’ve given me a very naughty idea.”

  The gleam of his molten gold eyes had her breath hitching in her chest.

  “What did I do? I’m just lying here.” She battled the weight of her heavy lids when he petted her abdomen.

  “You’re looking sinfully sexy, reminding me of how amazing you were last night. I want to fill you like Matt did. More than. Until all you can feel is me. Inside you. Always.”

  That made two of them.

  “How…” Though he had plenty enough to satisfy her, he couldn’t stack up against Matt’s all-over bulk. She much preferred Jeremy’s long, cut lines to the thickness of his friend.

  Before she even had the question out, he returned his hand to her pussy. This time he invaded with three fingers on the initial penetration. He slipped further inside, aided by the copious lubrication his touch generated.

  “More, please.” She craved release.

  “Exactly. Much more. I’m going to fist you, Lily.”

  His blatant promise caught her off-guard. She sputtered.

  “Surely, you’ve done it plenty.” His rasp did funny things to her stomach. “I saw the pictures of you with Malcolm, remember?”

  “Yes.” The rush of power accompanying such a complete possess
ion had thrilled both her and her slaves. Fragments of inflaming memories zipped through her mind—the snap of a latex glove, cool gel coating her hand, grunts leading to moans and the mess created by her submissives’ explosive orgasms. “But my hand is half the size of yours and they’re bigger. It’s way easier for them.”

  “Oh, I don’t know.” Jeremy pressed soft kisses to her pussy. At her whimper, he snuck his pinky inside her too. “You’re engineered for this. My hand is a hell of a lot smaller than a baby.”

  Shallow breaths had her breasts bobbing, stealing his attention for a few seconds.

  “You’re going to try for me.” It wasn’t a question. The iron in his tone brooked no argument.

  Truthfully, she didn’t attempt to rebel. Why fight when the idea alone had her creaming, easing his passage deeper into her pussy?

  “You have to trust me. I won’t push you further than you can go.” Between gentle reassurances, he lapped at her pussy, working toward her clit. “You’re burning my hand. So soft. Sweet.”

  She sighed when he withdrew and sampled some of her arousal.

  The unmistakable snick of a bottle of lube opening drew her gaze to his other hand. He drizzled the slippery substance over her pussy before slathering his hand and wrist. “As wet as you are, it’ll take more to ease inside.”

  “Show me.” A switch flipped her instincts into overdrive. She reached for him, but he stayed the course, reinserting his four fingers and wedging them until he encountered the resistance of her body, somewhere around his second set of knuckles.

  “Nice and slow, Lily.” He sucked lightly on her clit. “This could take a while. Lay back. Enjoy my present to you.”

  “Your wrist isn’t much bigger than Matt’s cock. Do it faster.” She couldn’t still her hips, which lifted to meet his steady pushing. The wedge of his hand gradually widened her, permitting more of his fingers to impale her.

  “It’s not my wrist that’s the problem, it’s my knuckles. You know the thumb is the hardest part. After that, you’ll suck me right in.” He pinned her to the bed with his free arm, highlighting the elevated sensation on her ass.

  “Have you done this before?” Lily panted at the hard-core stimulation he delivered. He stroked her from the inside, persuading her muscles to relax and absorb more of him.

  “Personally, no,” he murmured against her mound. Vibrations enhanced his slow assault. “I observed one of Gunther’s sessions during my training, though. The woman he fisted came so hard she passed out. Even unconscious, she shattered again when he withdrew.”

  “I’m not surprised. The thought of you, so deep inside me…” She shuddered.

  “I remember the look on her face when she woke up. How she and Gunter were always closer than some of his other subs. I want that with you, Lily. Another bond.” His tongue wriggled around her clit, tensing her muscles in a counterproductive spasm. “That’s right. Why don’t you come on me? Get rid of some of this extra tension. Go ahead.”

  Permission spurred her higher. Spreading digits trapped sensitive nerves against her pubic bone. Pinched flesh clamped around him, squeezing him tight. Sparkles danced behind her scrunched lids as she embraced the flare of arousal and nurtured it until it flared out of control. It consumed her, flashing over her entire being like a rag doused in gasoline finally exposed to flame.

  “Master!” She flailed in his direction as sensation overwhelmed her. Fingers threaded through hers, holding her hand during the storm of ecstasy that rained through her body.

  Jeremy pumped into her, maximizing each flex and release to enhance her experience and burrow deeper in her welcoming body.

  “Thank you, thank you.” She didn’t realize she chanted it again and again until he paused his suckling to accept her gratitude.

  “It’s always my pleasure.” His thumb took up where his mouth left off. It glided around her clit, desensitizing the engorged bundle of nerves while he levered over her for a long, drugging kiss.

  Sweetness flavored his mouth, merging with his usual spicy tang. She drew on his tongue, craving his possession in every part of her capable of hosting him. For long minutes, they exchanged heated licks and nips. When he drew her bottom lip between his and nibbled, she began to emerge from the sensual fog he’d generated.

  “Most of your hand is in me?” She slid her fingers between their torsos to feel for herself. Circling his slick wrist, she worked past the heel of his hand. Not much farther and she encountered her own stretched tissue. He cupped her pussy in the juncture of his hand and thumb, the devious digit manipulating her into a renewed burst of pleasure.

  “Yeah.” He seemed a little out of breath himself. “You’re so silky. Warm. Can you take more?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  The snarl he made as he dipped lower, lavishing bold attention on her chest, might have frightened her if she didn’t share his experience. How many times had she reveled in the surrender of a man who begged for her to use his body?

  Though she’d appreciated their sacrifices, she hadn’t fully realized how much she might have given in return. If he didn’t take her higher she might dissolve into an unsatisfied puddle. On the brink of a major breakthrough, she couldn’t turn back.

  Jeremy thrilled her with undiluted lust. He laved her nipple, alternating harsh bites with tender swipes of his tongue.

  “Please. More.” She trembled beneath him. “I need more.”

  He responded like lightning to her desperate petition. Sitting on his heels between her legs, he folded his thumb behind his fingers until his hand resembled a duck’s bill. The ideal formation made his fist as narrow as possible. He snatched the bottle of lube with his left hand and held it out to her. “Open it.”

  She lurched forward, flipping the cap up with her teeth.

  “So eager?” Crooning platitudes followed as he doused the exposed portions of his right hand with more lube. Coupled with steady pressure, he initiated a twisting of his wrist that insinuated him a fraction of an inch deeper with each motion. “It’s probably going to hurt, Lily. Deep breaths now.”

  “Ahh.” She couldn’t manage more than that. The wedge of his hand spread her wider with every passing second. It wasn’t exactly painful, but it sure as hell burned. So good.

  Driven by the motion of his arm and the heartbeat pulsing through his veined shaft, his stiff cock waved.

  She licked her lips.

  “I’d rather fuck you, though I may take you up on that again later.” He grimaced. “If I don’t shoot the second my fist is buried inside you.”

  “You’ll probably need something tighter than my pussy after this.” She angled her head away. Her heart hurt when she considered she might not have what it took to satisfy him.

  “You know it doesn’t work that way.” He slapped her inner thigh hard enough to claim her undivided attention. “Don’t forget all you’ve studied just because this is you and me. Your pussy is elastic. Plenty tight even minutes after fisting. And even if it wasn’t…there’s always your ass. I haven’t taken all of you yet, Lily. But I will. Count on that.”

  The jerk of her hips embedded him a tiny bit deeper.

  They both moaned.

  “In fact, the time I told you about.” He groaned as he increased the pressure on her muscles. “Gunther fucked his sub in the ass while he fisted her.”

  “If it pleases you—”

  “Not today.” He stroked himself a few times before resuming his position on his belly between her legs. After arranging his package, he used his fingers to test her pussy where it smothered his hand. “Maybe next time. If you’re a good girl.”

  “I promise.” A yelp escaped when he pushed a little too hard and pain shot up her spine.

  In an instant, he backed off. “We might need more than one session to do this right, Lily. I won’t rush you.”

  “No!” She grabbed his forearm and dug in her nails to keep him from retreating.

  “Excuse me?” He froze. Instincts wrestled for control
over his paralyzed features.

  With a concentrated effort, she lowered her hands to the sheets, digging them into the rich material to keep her grounded. “Please. Don’t leave me.”

  Jeremy closed his eyes as though praying for strength. When he opened them, she gasped at the raw hunger she glimpsed. “I told you. I won’t ever do that again. I’m part of you.”

  “Make it true.” She begged from her heart. “I can take it. So close. Please fill me, enter me, make me yours. I trust you to take care of me. And right now this is what I need.”

  “Yes, right on the brink. My knuckles are resting at your entrance.” He cursed. “Fuck. Bear down, Lily. Take a deep breath then let it out long and slow. On three.”

  He dropped his head long enough to surround her clit with his wicked mouth and ply the sensitive organ with tricks she’d never even imagined before. Combined with his hand—lodged in her pussy—and the desire radiating from him, he had her poised on the brink of another orgasm in record time.

  “One.” He continued the twisting of his wrist, nestling his knuckles as close to the ring of muscles guarding her entrance as possible.

  “Two.” Pressure built both inside and out when he looked straight into her eyes and smiled.

  “Three.” She said it for him.

  “Yes.” He pushed through the last of her resistance. “Three.”

  Lily’s eyes rolled. Her hips arched off the mattress and she released a keening wail. Not only because of the stab of pain. God, it stung. But also because the overwhelming physical sensations allowed her to surrender completely to the emotional firestorm raging through her heart and soul.

  Reality smacked her as his fingers naturally curled into a fist inside her. She never would have allowed anyone except her soul mate to invade her so completely. It wasn’t a matter of permission so much as acceptance. He owned her.

  “You were made for me,” he voiced her thoughts.

  Lily wrapped her legs around his shoulders, pulling him closer. Speech eluded her. Instead, she allowed him to do all the talking. He whispered endless promises in the artificial dusk of their little world. Things she had never dared to hope for from a lover.