Mastered (The Enforcers 1)

“Redden her ass before you fuck her.”

“My pleasure,” Manuel murmured.

Evangeline moaned softly, closing her eyes briefly in anticipation. What would another man’s hand feel like smacking her behind? Her only experience with spanking had been with Drake. Would it only feel good because it was him?

She soon had her answer when Manuel’s hand smacked the fleshy globe of one cheek and fire ignited, quickly fading to be replaced by the warm glow of pleasure. She opened her eyes to see Drake’s gaze warm and approving.

“My angel likes the pain.”

“It’s only pleasure,” she whispered.

Manuel alternated cheeks, never striking the same spot as he covered every inch of her behind until it ached and throbbed. She twisted restlessly, touching herself lightly, knowing not to go too far yet.

She paused when he stopped and then he placed both palms over her bottom and spread her wide, his cock bumping and nudging at her entrance. Then he stopped when the tip barely breached her opening and she began to stroke herself in earnest in anticipation of his entry.

“Fuck her hard,” Drake said, repeating his earlier order. “Show her no mercy.”

Oh God.

She began to tremble violently, already in danger of coming.

Manuel pushed forward just until the head of his cock fully lodged inside her and before she could take a breath, he plunged forward, lodging himself to the hilt. She cried out and bucked wildly, uncontrollably.

Manuel’s hands gripped her hips to hold her still, but she fought, not against him, but against the rioting sensations that overtook her body.

“Jesus,” Manuel muttered as he pushed her forward, trapping her between his body and the bed, holding her down as he pumped in and out of her ass.

He was rough, animalistic, taking her, owning her, everything Drake had asked him to do. Her hand, trapped between her body and the bed, moved frantically, chasing the orgasm that was rapidly blooming out of control.

Then to her surprise, Manuel rolled them to their sides, his cock still wedged deep inside her, and he moved her hand, replacing it with his fingers as he stroked and caressed her clit. He thrust in and out of her and Evangeline’s gaze found Drake’s, wanting to share this moment with him. All for him. Only for him.

Lust flared in Drake’s eyes and Evangeline could see the bulge between his legs and in that moment she wished he would take her every bit as hard as Manuel was.

“Get there, Angel,” Drake said harshly. “Don’t make Manuel wait.”

She moaned deep in her throat and threw back her head as Manuel’s mouth found her neck and bit into it with enough force to leave a mark.

And then she simply let go and went flying over the edge, hurtling faster and faster until Drake wavered in and out of her focus, the world blanking around her. She was panting harshly when Manuel gently pulled out of her and then bent to brush a kiss across her forehead.

“Thank you for such a beautiful gift, Evangeline,” Manuel murmured. “I’ll never forget my one night with an angel.”

“You can go now,” Drake said.

Evangeline dimly registered Manuel’s weight lifting from the bed, and she heard the rustle of him dressing and then the door softly shutting as he made his exit. She glanced toward Drake to see him get up and hastily rip his clothing off.

Then he crawled onto the bed, turned her over and was on her and inside her before she could take in a breath.

His mouth covered hers, his tongue plunging as deeply as his cock thrust into her pussy. He devoured her, consumed her, his desire and lust overwhelming.

He felt huge inside her, bigger than he’d ever felt. It was a race to completion and for the first time, he didn’t take care to ensure that she was with him. But tonight was for him. She’d made that clear, and so she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and stroked his back softly, caressing the hard muscles as he took what he needed, gave him all that she had.

He exploded inside her within seconds and then slumped down onto her as she continued to softly stroke his back. He nuzzled against her neck, his lips exploring the delicate skin as he kissed and then nibbled.

“Mine,” he growled. “So fucking beautiful and all mine.”

Evangeline was on her side, firmly nestled underneath Drake’s shoulder, one arm stretched over his bare chest and one leg draped over his. She was as limp as a wet noodle and thoroughly sated. It was so tempting to drift languidly into sleep, Drake’s warm body next to hers, but she was still overwhelmed and trying to process the barrage of conflicting reactions to the way the night had played out.

And maybe she needed further reassurance, even though Drake had made it abundantly clear that he was fine with what had happened. Hell, he’d orchestrated the entire affair so it would be the height of hypocrisy for him to harbor any resentment or jealousy. But still, it wasn’t as though she had any experience with the kind of lifestyle he lived and reveled in, so how couldn’t she be deeply conflicted?