Enslaving Dana (Mission Pleasure Book 3)

by Scarlett Sanderson

  Ruby and Nora exchanged knowing glances before Ruby said, “We know. Trust Bastien. He’s a good man. He’s looking for someone to share his life with. I doubt he’s in this just for some quick fun. He doesn’t operate that way.”

  Dana heart leapt. She hoped they were right. “Mushiness aside, maybe I should just jump his ass.”

  Nora raised her glass. “Amen to that.”

  Two hours and two drinks later, Dana felt the happy buzz of alcohol and knew she was well on her way to being drunk. She giggled at a story Ruby told them about Joshua taking her over his knee while on a conference call to Japan.

  A liquid smooth voice interrupted them as shadows fell across their table. “Ladies, can we join you? We have champagne.”

  She looked up at Joshua flanked by Alex and Bastien. Standing together, the men made a fine picture. Handsome, rugged, slightly edgy. How anyone didn’t know they were Dominants was beyond her. They bled possessiveness. Although she could appreciate the sculpted handsomeness of Joshua and the raw edginess of Alex, she fixated on Bastien. He was bigger than the other men. Broader, taller. The word primal suited him very well. He flashed her a wicked, halfcocked grin and her panties nearly melted.

  As the women shuffled their chairs over, allowing their men room, Dana stood. She wobbled slightly on her feet as the alcohol buzzed through her veins. She crooked a finger at Bastien. “No more waiting, Mister. I want sex and I want it now.”

  Had that really come out her mouth? When Joshua and Alex laughed, she knew it had.

  Uh-oh.

  Bastien crossed his arms over his broad chest and cocked a brow. “Is that so?”

  She nodded. Her head felt fuzzy but she didn’t care. “That’s so.”

  One of the men, she wasn’t sure who, said “Bastien, your sub is very demanding. You need to teach her some manners.”

  Dana fisted her hands on her hips and pouted. “Sometimes a gal has to do what a gal has to do to get laid.”

  Laughter again. One of the other men spoke. “If you need some help disciplining your sub, I’ll be glad to help.”

  She heard the same man say “Ouch,” two seconds later.

  Trying to tune out the hecklers, she moved forward slowly, stroked her hand down one of Bastien’s impressive biceps and said, “I need you inside me. Now.”

  Something flared in Bastien’s eyes. Something wicked and wild. Something that made blood pound harder through her veins. Her chest heaved as her breasts swelled, heavy with need.

  He gripped her waist and hauled her over his shoulder. As the world turned upside down, she squealed. “Bastien! What the hell are you doing? Put me down.”

  “Later, guys,” he said to his friends as he turned and marched her towards the door of the bar.

  She bounced up and down, her cheek knocked against his back. She could see the smirks on the faces of Ruby, Nora, Joshua and Alex. She flashed the girls a thumbs up sign and passed out.

  Chapter Twelve

  Sunlight burned through her eyelids. Dana moaned and threw an arm over her face to avoid the daylight glare. A little devil jackhammered inside her skull. Her mouth was so dry it hurt to pry her lips open. Hangovers were pure fucking evil.

  She tried to piece together the events of last night. She remember being in the bar talking with Ruby and Nora. The guys had turned up and…

  Holy shit.

  She’d asked Bastien to fuck her. In public. In front of his friends.

  She remembered him sweeping her up, throwing her over his shoulder then…nothing. She lifted the bed covers, squinted and checked. Yep, fully clothed. Although, they weren’t her clothes. The oversized ripped t-shirt and sweat pants were way too big to be hers.

  Eekkk.

  She threw back the covers and prized her eyes open enough to survey her surroundings. Floor to ceiling glass windows to her right. The bed, which was definitely not hers, was huge. The flat screen tv on the wall directly in front of her was bigger than her main tv, next to that a closed door. To her left an open door leading into a bathroom.

  Bastien must have brought her to his place last night. He’d obviously undressed her and put her in bed, but what happened after that?

  Surely she’d remember if they’d had sex. She rolled onto her side, slowly started to swing her legs over the edge of the bed and get up. The jackhammering rose to epic proportions but she didn’t feel any soreness between her legs. She’d seen Bastien’s cock, taken him down her throat. If they’d had sex, she would definitely be sore.

  She padded into the bathroom. The cool marble floor on her feet soothed some of the nausea.

  The interior screamed masculinity. Bastien had a separate power shower and large tub which she imagined sinking her weary body into. The décor leaned towards Spartan and functional. Greys and whites the overarching color scheme. She switched off the main light to ease her headache, used the toilet then moved to the sink. She flipped on the tiny vanity light and yelped.

  Her dark hair stood up in various crazy, abstract spikes. Her make-up, which she hadn’t removed last night, made her look like a viscous clown. She fisted some tissues, wet them and scrubbed her face. When she’d finished, her cheeks were flushed pink. She found some toothpaste, squeezed some on her finger and rubbed at her teeth best she could. A final rinse with cold water and she felt more human.

  Time to face the music.

  She left the bedroom and walked out into a light, airy space with magnificent views across the city. The floor to ceiling windows continued in the open plan kitchen, diner and den area. The square footage of this place was huge. Scents of coffee and grease wafted into her nostrils and her stomach growled. Hunger and nausea fought for dominance.

  Waiting a few seconds to double check she wasn’t going to vomit all over Bastien’s pristine wooden flooring, she moved towards the scent and into the kitchen. He’d laid out plates filled with sausage and eggs, cutlery and steaming mugs on the breakfast bar. By one place setting was a glass of water and two chalk white pills. In the middle of the breakfast bar sat a basket of freshly baked pastries.

  Bastien stood over the large stainless steel stove wearing nothing but jeans. His back and feet were bare. She gazed at his scars, traced them with her eyes. Battle injuries from his years in the military. Bile rose in her throat as thought of him lying wounded in some foreign desert.

  Bastien turned, frying pan in hand and grinned when he saw her. As he ladled bacon onto a plate he said, “Morning, there’s coffee, sweet treats, grease and some painkillers for that banging headache.”

  For a few seconds her brain didn’t register his words. All she focused on was the unbuttoned jeans resting precariously on his hips. She could see the crisp hairs disappearing down into his pants. Was he wearing underwear? Or was his commando under those jeans? If she tugged them down would he be gloriously naked? Her body heated and it definitely wasn’t the hangover.

  “Dana?” Bastien said.

  “Sorry,” she hoped her cheeks weren’t flaming like beacons. She slid onto one of the bar stools and reached for the coffee. He’d made her a latte with one sugar. Just the way she liked her coffee in the morning.

  As the caffeine and sugar hit her system, she moaned. “That is so good.”

  Bastien watched her as he shared out the bacon. “Water and painkillers first then you can have a cheese muffin.”

  She blinked and started, let her brain process the information. “You baked cheese muffins?” She loved cheese muffins. They were one of her morning guilty pleasures along with one sugar in her coffee.

  “I did.”

  “What time did you get up? Dawn?”

  He smiled and pushed the painkillers closer. He didn’t answer until she’d been a good girl and swallowed the tiny pills. “I got up at eight, it’s eleven now.”

  She almost choked on the second sip of coffee. “Eleven? I never sleep this late.”

  “Exceptional circumstances. Now eat.”

  She nibbled on a piece of bacon
before reaching for a cheese muffin. They were still warm. When she broke one in half some of the cheese oozed out and she stuffed a piece in her mouth.

  “You’re a baking god,” she mumbled as she chewed.

  And he was. She’d never come across baked goods that tasted as orgasmic as his.

  The blinding smile he flashed in her direction stole her breath and made her heartbeat flip-flop. They ate in silence for a few moments, but she couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable. She had to know what happened, had to admit she didn’t remember a thing.

  It would be a damned shame if they’d had sex. She bet Bastien was red hot in the sack.

  “Urmm,” she started, “so what happened last night?”

  “Was it not memorable for you?” His lips turned downwards. He looked like a lost puppy.

  Shiiiiitttttt.

  The blood drained from her face. “I’m so sorry. I was very drunk and no, that’s not an excuse. I just…” She couldn’t find the right words to apologize.

  As she struggled, a sly smirk built on Bastien’s face and she knew nothing had happened. She threw a piece of muffin at him. “Asshole.”

  “Sorry. Couldn’t resist.” He smothered a piece of bacon in hot sauce before chomping it down. “Nothing happened. After you begged me to fuck you, you passed out. I brought you here, where you promptly offered yourself to me again before throwing up on your dress and my shoes.”

  “Oh my god,” she put her head in hands and squeezed her eyes closed. This could not be happening.

  “Oh yeah,” he continued. “I got you cleaned up, put you in some of my clothes and got you into bed where you fell asleep and snored softly all night.”

  “Snored?” Her gaze snapped to his. “You stayed in the same bed?”

  “Sweetheart, it’s my bed and I had to make sure you didn’t puke your guts up again.”

  “I am so sorry.”

  “For puking on my shoes or snoring?”

  The humiliation couldn’t get any worse. “Both.”

  From the amusement etched all over his handsome face, she could tell he enjoyed her mortification. He motioned to her plate. “Eat some more. Then we can talk about you offering yourself to me last night.”

  She ate some more of the delicious pastries and bacon. She couldn’t quite face the sausage and eggs. Her stomach still rolled but her headache eased off slightly. “You have a nice apartment. The views are to die for.”

  “Yeah, one of the reasons I was drawn to this place. That and kitchen.”

  The chrome kitchen suited him. It was masculine and full of powerful gadgets.

  “So how does a former marine get something like this?”

  Bastien shrugged. “I invested in Joshua’s company. Investment came good. I live a pretty comfortable life, and it allows me to do what I really love.”

  As Dana ate more bacon, she replied, “And you really are good at it.”

  “Cooking? Or sex?”

  She knew he was teasing but it still sent shivers of desire down her spine. Instead of reaching over and sticking her hand down his open jeans, she dabbed her mouth with a napkin and said, “Do you mind if I use your bathroom to freshen up before we get knee deep in conversation?” She ran a hand through her hair and sniffed a strand. “Need to wash out the stink of vomit.”

  His eyes blazed with lust, but he quickly shut it down. She almost invited him to join her.

  Almost.

  “Help yourself,” he said, as he sipped his coffee. “Fresh towels are next to the hamper.”

  Thankful for the respite, she walked back though the bedroom and into the bathroom, grabbed two fluffy white towels before switching on the taps to fill the tub. She dumped some of his shower gel into the water and sighed when the woodsy scent of Bastien filled the air.

  While the two person tub filled, she hopped into the huge walk in shower and washed her hair with some of his shampoo. She couldn’t think of any plausible excuses for why she’d thrown herself at him last night.

  She wanted him. Needed him. The alcohol loosened her inhibitions and she’d done what any red-blooded female would have done—she propositioned him.

  She rested her forehead on the marble tiles, let the warm spray pound her back, and groaned. A good submissive would never push her Dominant in that way. She’d been lucky he hadn’t punished her for the insolence. What the hell had she been thinking? That was the problem. She hadn’t.

  She couldn’t blame the alcohol completely. She needed to take responsibility for her actions. She’d just put on her big girl pants and admit she was tired of waiting.

  The shower screen door opened and Bastien stood there, drinking in her body as though she were water and he was dying of thirst. “I’ve changed my mind about talking.”

  He pushed the jeans down past his hips and stepped out of them. Dana swallowed as his long, thick cock jutted and bobbed. He stepped into the shower and drew her into his arms. Molding herself against him, his cock pressed against her belly as they kissed. Bastien kissed her like a conquering hero. His tongue swept against her. His hands were in her hair, tilting her head to the side, changing the angle, deepening the kiss.

  She moaned into his mouth, clutched his slick shoulders and rubbed her pussy against his groin. The swollen head of his cock brushed over her clit causing a delicious friction. She was already dripping wet and not from the shower.

  Bastien moved his hands, dragged his fingertips over her shoulders, down her back and squeezed her ass.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” he murmured while nipping her jaw.

  His sexy, gruff tone turned her insides to mush. She’d imagined their first time on numerous occasions, in many different positions, but she’d never imagined the urgency. The base need to have him inside her at any cost. She yearned for him to fill her. Fuck her.

  She boosted her legs around his waist. The angle opened her up to him as he moved his hips back slightly and the bulbous tip of his cock brushed against her opening. “Oh my god. More, I need more.”

  He moved them out of direct contact with the spray and her back collided with the marble tiles. The cold sensation on her heated skin made her gasp. Bastien transferred her weight to one hand, bent his knees, pulled back his hips and fisted his cock.

  “I gotta be inside you. Need to feel your pussy around my cock.” With one long slow thrust, he inched his way inside her.

  She clamped around him, offering some initial resistance. It had been so long since she’d had sex, and he was so big.

  “Jesus, fuck, you’re so damn tight.”

  From Bastien’s guttural tone, she knew he was trying to keep a lid on his desire. It was sweet he didn’t want to hurt her, but she was no simpering virgin. She wanted all of him. Her primal warrior.

  She forced her inner muscles to relax. As he slid in a few more inches, she dug her nails into his shoulders, drawing blood to get his attention.

  His eyes snapped to hers. The whiskey orbs burned with heat so bright it almost scorched her soul.

  Leaning forward, she tugged his lower lip into her mouth and sucked before saying, “Fuck me. No holding back. Fuck me like I know you want to.”

  A darkness passed over his face, his dominant side rose to the surface. He was no longer a man, but some primal beast claiming his mate. He slammed the final few inches of his cock inside, stuffing her to the hilt. She rested her head against the tile as she adjusted to his size. Having him inside her was amazing. They fit together perfectly.

  She didn’t have time to tell him. Bastien withdrew and slammed back in. Her pussy clenched and his groin rubbed against her clit sending zings of pleasure coursing through her. She held onto him as he fucked her hard and fast. His cock going deeper and deeper with each stroke. She’d never know sex could be like this—intense, amazing, almost primitive.

  Dana raked her nails down his back and dug them into his ass, urging him on. Faster. Harder. Deeper.

  “Your pussy is a fucking revelation. So tight. So wet.
I had to have you. I couldn’t wait any longer.” His strokes got shorter, but no less intense.

  “I didn’t want you to wait,” she manage to choke out, despite being unable to take a full breath.

  Her pussy tightened around him, drawing him in. She was so close. Almost at the edge. This was miles better than she’d imagined.

  She crossed her ankles at the back of his thighs, opening herself wider. She needed more of him. All of him. She wanted him to come with her.

  Over and over he drove into her. He carried her weight, but she knew she’d have bruises on her back from being slammed into the tiles. She didn’t care. All that mattered was coming.

  Her clit pulsed. “I’m so close. So close.”

  He kissed her. His tongue dueled with hers. He didn’t even slow his pace. “I’m going to come inside you. Mark you as mine. Tell me that’s okay, Dana. My come inside you.”

  “Please, please come inside me,” she urged, clamping around him one last time as the orgasm rushed over her.

  A tingling, electric sensation shot down her spine, robbing her of all thought. She dug her nails into his skin and rode the wave of pleasure. Bastien cursed in her ear and tensed. He pumped his hips in fast, shallow strokes and she felt him empty his seed deep inside her.

  Stroking lazy patterns on his shoulders, she inhaled and exhaled. Tried to get her breathing back to normal.

  Wow. That was the only word she could think of to describe the experience.

  “Gimme a minute,” Bastien rumbled.

  Dana nipped his shoulder. She couldn’t believe her luck. She smiled. This beautiful, amazing, talented man was hers.

  “What are you smiling at?” He asked.

  “Nothing.”

  “Really?” His hips surged forward and his semi-hard cock brushed against a super sensitive spot, making her moan.

  “Tease,” she whispered.

  He pulled out and before she could worry about clean up, he carried her to the tub and stood her in the warm water. His eyes sparkled with heat and that was almost enough to make her come again.