Love and Let Die (Masters and Mercenaries)

by Lexi Blake

  She was his toy, his sweet little fuck toy. He could do anything he wanted with her, and he was pretty fucking sure he was the only one to really play with this particular toy. Pretty sure. “Tell me again how many men you’ve had since me. I want the truth, Charlie.”

  “None. Not a single one, Master. I don’t blame you. You didn’t know I was alive, but I knew damn well you were. I know who I belong to. I’ve known it for years. All this time, I’ve tried to follow your rules.”

  “Tried?” He let his nose play through her labia. He wouldn’t mind waking up every morning and running his nose through her pussy so he could smell her all day.

  “Yes, Master. I tried, but I masturbated a few times. I couldn’t stop myself. I would get too lonely and I would think of you and I would touch myself. I pretended it was you.”

  He thought about her lying in bed in the dark, her fingers working in and out of her cunt, her little thumb rubbing against her clit. “Show me.”

  Reaching up, he grasped her left hand, pulling it down her body to cover her pussy.

  Her fingers slid through the juice there, two slipping inside past her labia, the heel of her palm against her clit.

  He watched as she moved against her hand, fascinated by the way her fingers drove deep and pulled back.

  “Don’t come yet.”

  She whimpered again but didn’t argue with him. She kept up the pace, fucking herself with her fingers, her hips rocking with a sweet rhythm.

  When he was sure she couldn’t take another second, he gripped her hand, pulling it out of her cunt and to his mouth. He sucked those fingers inside. His tongue slid around gathering every bit of cream he could find. She tasted so fucking good. He’d never forgotten that taste, never lost the sweetness of it in his mind. Yeah, this part hadn’t been a false memory. None of it had been false. He only ever felt this alive when he was with her.

  He laid her hand back down. “Work your little clit, baby. I’ll take care of the rest.”

  “Please come inside me, Master.” She was staring at him, her eyes wide as she offered herself to him.

  This seemed to be a new Charlotte, a more open Charlie. The Charlie he’d always known was right beneath her surface.

  He spread her labia with his fingers and let one forage into her pussy.

  He worked one finger in, massaging her flesh. He cupped her pussy, gently fucking in and out, opening her up. He added a second finger as she relaxed and she started moving in time with his fingers. This was the one place they were always in sync.

  “You have my permission. Come all over my hand. Let me hear you.” He curled his fingers up, searching for that sweet spot that always got her screaming. She was panting, not holding back. She fucked his fingers with the vigor of a woman long denied.

  “Yes, Master. Oh, it feels so good.” She thrust down, shoving his fingers in deep as she worked her clit.

  “Take your hand away.” He wanted to be the only thing making her come. The minute she removed her hand, he leaned over and sucked her clit into his mouth, her unique flavor filling him.

  Charlie screamed, and he felt her muscles clamping down on him as she came, juices flowing all around him.

  He licked her clit as she came down and then removed his hand, finally giving himself permission to do what he’d wanted to do from the moment the door had closed behind them. He shoved his tongue up her pussy and started to make a meal of her. He licked and sucked and ate his fill.

  And wondered if this was a meal he just couldn’t get enough of.

  * * * *

  Charlie bit back another cry as Ian’s tongue foraged deep inside her. So long. She’d waited so long to feel him again that this was almost a sensory overload. It was almost too much to handle, but she forced herself to lie still, to give her sweet Master everything he wanted.

  He sucked at her labia, pulling first one side into his mouth and then the other before plunging deep again. His tongue seemed to dance inside her, touching her in places that hadn’t been alive since the last time he’d made love to her.

  And it was love. He could fight it all he wanted, but there was no way this feeling wasn’t love. It was a magnificent obsession and it was the best sex ever, but it was both of those things because it was grounded in love.

  The orgasm she’d just had was still thrumming through her when another started to build. Her Master seemed interested in reminding her just how well her body responded to him.

  Over and over again, he tongue fucked her, spearing her in long drives before moving up to suckle her clit. When he opened his mouth, he could cover her whole pussy as though the Big Bad Wolf had come to make a feast of her. She started to shake and moan when he suddenly sat up.

  “No more coming, baby. Not until I’m inside you. Now stay that way. Don’t you move or I’ll spank you again.” He stood up.

  She’d been so close and now she was cold. She was spread out for him, but the chill in the air was just another sensation to be had, one that would go away the minute he covered her again.

  Ian shoved his leathers down and off, kicking his boots from his feet at the same time. His magnificent cock came into view. She’d never seen one bigger, might run if she did because he could do some damage with that massive weapon.

  He stared down at her. The light from the seemingly hidden source cast him in harsh relief, making his features harder, more masculine. He was all male, and she would never completely understand what drove him. She would never be able to fathom exactly why he’d chosen her, why she was the one who could take that masculinity and soften it just enough that he wasn’t always alone. She couldn’t understand it, but she would fight for her rights. She was his natural mate. She’d known it from the moment he’d taken her.

  That had been the first night she’d been complete. She’d been more than just Charlotte Denisovitch, victim and pawn. She’d been whole and real and someone new and shiny.

  That moment couldn’t have been lost forever.

  It couldn’t have been something he hadn’t shared with her. But it did seem to be something he feared sharing again.

  “Is something wrong, Master?” She kept her voice quiet, free from emotion. “Did I move? Should I present my poor backside again?”

  A little smile curled his lips up. Yes, that was what she needed. “No, Charlie, for once, you’re behaving. Was it hard not to come?”

  Ah, the dirty talk. He craved it. He loved to force her to say dirty stuff. “Yes, Master.”

  He stroked his cock but made no move to cover her. He just stared down, but there was a slightly softer look on his face now. “Why was it so hard? Tell me about it.”

  Because he wanted to hear just how good he was. Vain man. “Because your fingers felt so good. They were big inside me, but not anywhere as big as that cock of yours.”

  “All these years, you just jacked off thinking about me?” There was a challenge in that question, but it was one she could match.

  “I don’t think I would call it jacking off. I think that’s more a male thing. I masturbated thinking about you. I tried to hold off, but the dreams would get to me. I would dream and you would be there, touching me, holding me down and having your way with me. You would take me any way you wanted, anywhere you wanted, and I was helpless to do anything to stop you.”

  Yeah, that was doing something for him. If it was possible, she thought his cock hardened further. “Because I tied you down?”

  “Because I wanted you so badly I would do anything to have you, Master. Anything to please you.”

  “Would you?”

  “Yes.” She hadn’t worked her ass off for five years, dodging bullets along the way, to deny him sexually. “Anything you want, my Master.”

  She could make him the promise because she trusted the man with her life. He’d never brought her any pain that hadn’t enhanced her pleasure. He’d never taken her to any place but pure paradise when it came to making love.

  “I’m clean, Charlie. I just ha
d a physical.”

  He was really going to fuck her. God, how long had she waited? “I’m perfectly clean, too. No sex since you. I swear my fingers don’t have any STDs. I thought about buying a vibrator once, but I figured you might object.”

  She’d found one online that was just shy of his size. She’d planned on calling it Ian, but she’d been a little afraid she might end up being way too attached to an object.

  “No one is using a vibrator on you but me,” he said, proving her first instinct right. “I mean it. While I’m topping you, I control the orgasms. If I catch you playing with a pocket rocket, you won’t come for a very long time. Now, pay attention. Are you on birth control?” The question came out of his mouth in a low growl.

  It was right there on the tip of her tongue to tell him yes. She’d meant to start, but a million things had to be taken care of and she’d let that little detail slip away. She’d needed time to recuperate from her gunshot wound and then she didn’t want to waste another minute before she got back to Ian. And there had been a little notion in the back of her head that everything might go better than expected and he might not want her on birth control. It had been a stupid idea, but it now left her with a choice.

  She could tell him yes and he would take her without anything between them. When she’d come to him the first time, she’d known she would sleep with him, known that was her job. Before the op, she’d taken a shot promised to protect her from pregnancy for three months. He would believe her. He would think she just stayed on it all the time. If she got pregnant, he couldn’t leave her behind. He would have to keep her. A child could bind them together, could make it impossible for them to really be apart.

  “I’m not, Master. You should wear a condom.” She couldn’t lie to him. Not ever again. She owed him, and she wouldn’t keep him with another set of lies.

  He cursed and walked to the small wardrobe against the side of the west wall. He drew it open, revealing that there weren’t clothes in this particular closet. There were boxes of toys and restraints, bottles of lube and rows of condoms. He tore one free and sheathed his dick, grabbing a bottle of lube before closing the door again.

  “If we’re together for any amount of time, I want you on birth control, Charlie. I won’t take any chances.” He lubed up his cock, his hand running along it in long, hard passes.

  He wouldn’t take the chance that she would get pregnant. The words shouldn’t hurt. She knew it was utterly stupid to get pregnant at this point. There were way too many problems, but hearing him reject the idea made her ache. She hadn’t told him that when she dreamed, yes, she dreamed of him inside her, but she also dreamed about cuddling up to him, their baby in his arms. She dreamed of a life with him.

  “Anything I want, Charlie?” The challenge was back in his voice, in his arrogant stance.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “On all fours.” He indicated that she should stay on the bed.

  Charlie flipped over, doing his bidding and getting to her hands and knees. He could control the penetration better this way. It was a little lie she told herself. She felt the bed move as he placed himself behind her. A long sigh came out of his mouth, and his hands ran along her spine down to her backside.

  “God, you have the most beautiful ass, baby.” He cupped her, groaning his appreciation before letting his hands slide up to touch her dangling breasts. “And these. These are beautiful tits.”

  She hated them sometimes. They were too big to fit into the pretty designer clothes women loved to wear, but when Ian looked at her and praised them, she couldn’t help but feel sexy. He’d given her a confidence she never wanted to lose. “They’re yours, Master. All yours. Would you like to fuck them?”

  She knew exactly what dirty talk did to him.

  “God, you’re going to kill me,” he whispered and then he was gone, rearing back to his knees. “Look up. Watch us in the mirror.”

  She turned her head and sure enough, the south wall was mirrored from floor to ceiling. Ian’s big body loomed behind and over hers. He gripped her hips, pulling her closer to him so that her ass was right against his hips, and she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began.

  “You watch and tell me that I don’t have the most beautiful, fuckable sub in this club.” He leaned back, taking his cock in hand and placing it at her entrance. The broad head started to breach her, and she gasped at the sensation. He was so fucking big and it had been so long. Pressure built as he pressed his way in.

  She watched in the mirror as he started to work his dick inside her, thrusting carefully in small motions. She could see the toll it took on him. His face was in a tight line, his every movement a testament to discipline. Over and over he foraged in, gaining ground before retreating to start again.

  Charlie relaxed, giving him everything. He was so careful with her, but she prayed that soon he would let go. She could handle it. She wanted his passion.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” His skin flushed with the effort of holding back.

  “You feel so good, Master.” She wiggled her ass a little, letting him know she could handle more.

  His hands gripped her hips. “You want it, don’t you? You don’t want me to play around. You don’t care how tight you are. You want some cock, don’t you, baby? You need a big stiff cock inside you.”

  “Yes.” She was practicing his favorite word tonight.

  He slapped at her ass. “Whose cock do you need?”

  “Yours, Master. I only need yours.” She only wanted his. In her whole life, she’d only really wanted one man.

  “Then I’ll give it to you. Don’t you dare keep your mouth shut now. You tell me if it hurts. You tell me if it feels good.” He surged in.

  Pressure and tension flooded her system. She was so damn full. He was everywhere, pressing inside until she’d taken him to the root, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. “I’m fine, Ian.”

  “That’s not what I want to hear.” One hand found its way around her hip, settling over her clit, his finger pressing down. He started making little circles. “I’m not moving again until you’re better than fine.”

  He was pulsing inside her. She could feel how close to the edge he was, but he still held off because he wouldn’t hurt her. Not physically.

  Rubbing her clit, his hips held against her ass, Charlie watched him in the mirror. His face was so serious, his mouth turned down as he settled in to his task. He was so beautiful in the amber light that she wanted nothing more than to turn around so she could see his face, but she only had the mirror to watch him in.

  A little gasp tore from her throat as pleasure started to crowd out the tension.

  “Ian, Master, please,” she begged. She needed him to move. She needed to feel him sliding deep inside her. The connection had been missing for so long. She couldn’t go another moment without it.

  He pulled on her hips, forcing himself in and then moving back out, a slow drag over her flesh. “This is definitely going to please your Master.”

  Charlie watched in the mirror as Ian’s head fell back and he plunged deep, fucking her like she wanted to be taken, hard and rough and so possessive she could barely stand it. When he fucked her, she was the only woman in the world. Ian’s hips rocked back and forth, his cock diving deep each time.

  She moved in time with him, finding a perfect rhythm. Her breasts bounced, her hair going wild, but she was lost in the feeling. He thrust in and out, deep and hard, finding her sweet spot and dragging his cock over it again and again until the pleasure rocked through her system and she shouted out his name as she came.

  “Ian!” Her hands curled into the bedspread because his thrusts were so powerful he could push her off the bed if she didn’t hold her own.

  Hearing his name seemed to break something in him. He threw an arm around her waist and hoisted her up so her back covered his front, his face in her hair. “Say it again. Tell me who you belong to, sub.”

  He forced her knees even wider an
d fucked her from behind, his cock never losing the beat.

  “You. I belong to you. I belong to Ian.” It was nothing less than the truth. She wanted his cock, his collar, his ring, his future.

  “Damn fucking straight.” He surged into her, one arm around her waist, the other cupping her breast as he shook against her. He held her tight, his cock pumping out his orgasm as he shuddered against her. His cheek moved against hers. She could feel the heat of his mouth on her face, sweet little kisses on her cheek. Just for the briefest of moments she thought he would fuse their mouths together. She turned her face up, wanting that connection again. Even as pleasure thrummed through her body, she needed more of him.

  He let go and moved away from her.

  Charlie dropped to her stomach, the soft bedding catching her fall as Ian hopped off the bed. He got up, stretching and shaking his head like he was clearing it from something.

  She tried to catch her breath. “Ian, what’s wrong?”

  She watched him in the mirror, her heart falling. All that passion he’d offered her moments before was gone.

  His face was expressionless as he peeled the condom off, tying it neatly. “You need to get to the locker room, shower, and get dressed. We’re meeting Alex and Eve in forty-five minutes. Make sure your sister is ready, too.”

  She turned, pushing herself up. “Ian?”

  “You need to hurry. I don’t want it to get too late before we head back to my place. Apparently we have to drive by Alex’s new house because the contractors fucked something up. That’s what he gets for hiring the lowest bidder. I told him, but he never listens to me. So get moving.” He started toward what looked to be a small bathroom.

  He was talking like it was perfectly normal to fuck a girl silly and then complain about his best friend’s hiring practices. He was behaving like absolutely nothing amazing had just happened. Now she was cold again.

  She pulled at the robe she’d tossed aside. “Ian, what’s wrong? Shouldn’t we talk about it?”

  She tried not to, but her eyes were filling with tears.