The Dom Identity (Masters & Mercenaries Reloaded 2)

But he moved on to her legs and then her feet, where he surprised her by tickling her.

She nearly came off the bench.

A sharp crack split the air, and she gasped at the shock of pain that slammed on her skin.

“No moving, sweetheart,” he said with a chuckle. “I don’t want to have to tie you down. I want to be able to move you quickly and easily when the time comes.”

When the time came to fuck her. There was a comfy-looking bed across the room. He wanted to be able to pick her up and throw her on the bed when he was ready to fuck.

She went still because she wanted that, too.

The pain had morphed quickly into heat.

Michael rubbed a hand over where he’d spanked her. “Your skin is pretty. I think it will be even prettier when it’s hot and pink.”

He smacked her cheek again, and she let out a squeal.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He said it on the sexiest sigh. He spanked her again. “I love this. I love how you tense and release. I love how it feels to put my hands on you. But let’s see what you like. We’ll start with my hand and move on to some more interesting toys.”

She held on to the bench as he took her on a tour.

He spanked her with his hands first. Thirty slaps that he peppered across her ass and thighs. Some were soft, and others made her bite back a cry. Every single one of them sank into her skin and seemed to transform from something she barely noticed to something she felt at the center of her being.

After he spanked her with his hand, he moved over to the closet. She watched in the mirror as he pulled out the leather bag he’d brought with him. At some point one of the monitors must have placed it up here.

The Club was full service. A one-stop luxury sex shop. He turned, and she had to catch her breath. No man had ever been as sexy as Michael Malone in a set of leathers. He was so big and broad and masculine.

He set the kit down out of her line of sight. That, she’d figured out, was all a part of the game. He didn’t want her to know what was coming for her. He wanted her on edge, wondering what he would do to her next.

She liked it. She thought she wouldn’t, thought that uncertainty was the last thing she would want, but there was a thrill that came with not knowing what came next.

Something soft brushed over her. It started at the nape of her neck and slowly worked its way down her spine, making her shiver and sigh. She looked at the mirror that dominated the wall across from her and liked the picture she saw. A sub being worshipped by her Dom. They were erotic partners.

She was starting to think they were just flat-out good partners in everything.

There was a big white feather in his hand, brushing over the skin he’d spanked.

“That feels good.” She let her eyes close so she could focus on the light strokes over her skin.

“The pain enhances the pleasure,” he murmured. “Though I don’t think it was all that painful.”

“It wasn’t. I liked the spanking, Sir. I liked that it hurt at first and then it felt good.”

“I’m not the Dom who would spank you as punishment,” Michael explained. “This is all play between us. Any relationship we have outside of sex, we’re going to have to sit down and talk about.”

“How about we agree that we’ll try to take each other into consideration when we make decisions that can affect us both.” She liked the fact that he was talking about them having a relationship outside of sex. She wasn’t sure how it would work, but she was starting to think she could maybe try with him.

He drew the feather along the seam of her ass, and she bit her bottom lip. He’d sensitized her so much with the spanking that she could truly feel the lightness of the feather, how it brushed over her softly.

He tickled down her legs, and that sadist rubbed it gently over her feet, which made her jump and whimper.

“Oh, baby. I told you to be still. I guess we’re done with the feather,” he said in a silky tone.

She gritted her teeth because she didn’t think he would simply put the feather aside.

Something hard smacked her ass, sending her body jumping.

“This is a paddle. I have several, and we’ll get around to using them all when you’re a naughty sub.”

“I thought you didn’t do punishment.” She knew what his answer would be, but she enjoyed this part of the game, too. Nothing he’d done actually caused her any damage. Even the hard smacks that had her groaning and biting back a cry did something for her.