Submission Impossible (Masters & Mercenaries Reloaded 1)

His lips teased at hers, gentle at first. They coaxed her to play, to let him suck her bottom lip between his teeth and teasingly bite down. His tongue then ran over it before he started the game all over again. He took his time.

He’d told her he wanted to eat her up. She was ready to let him do it.

His tongue surged in and she couldn’t think about anything but how good he felt, how incredible it was to have her body respond the way it should. So often it felt like her body failed, like it didn’t work the way other’s did, but now every inch of her seemed to come to life and it didn’t matter that her legs didn’t always work normally.

Her legs would spread fine, and she had a feeling her clitoris was about to get a workout like it had never had before.

This could be just sex. It didn’t have to tear her heart up. They would be together for a while. They could explore this and enjoy it and be okay at the end.

This time she could protect herself.

He kissed her for the longest time, making her feel like she was the sweetest treat he’d ever been offered. His tongue coaxed hers in to play, sliding and teasing and finally dominating in a way that had her primed and ready.

She’d never been this ready for sex.

“Tell me how long it’s been for you.” The words were whispered against her ear right before he nipped her earlobe, sending a delicious shiver down her spine.

She couldn’t think when he was this close. “What?”

“Sex, baby,” he replied, licking the shell of her ear. “How long? I don’t care if you had sex last night, I just want to know how slow I should go. I can go slow and make this last for hours, or I can fuck you right now and then turn around and fuck you again fifteen minutes from now. It’s up to you.”

Fucking sounded perfect to her. “Yes, please.”

His hand cupped her breast. “You didn’t answer my question. How long? I’ll tell you how long it’s been for me. It’s been three months.”

She got the feeling if she told him the truth he might stop altogether. She wasn’t a virgin, but she’d been focusing on her career for the last couple of years. “About the same for me.”

He had her flipped up and over his knee before she could take another breath. She was suddenly staring at the outdoor rug she’d bought when she’d moved into this place. Was he going to…

Spank her. She wanted him to.

He stopped and she heard him take a deep breath. “I’m sorry I did that. It was habit… That’s sounds bad, too. Let’s get you up and I’ll explain. You should know a few things about me before you make this decision.”

Yes, she definitely needed to make a decision. He sounded unsure, like he thought she would reject him. How many times had she been in that place? So many. “Hutch, my Thursday appointment is to start the training class at Sanctum.”

She felt him go still.

“You’re training at Sanctum?”

“Yeah. I probably should have told you.”

His hand moved over the curves of her ass. “Noelle, you need a safe word. Right now.”

She bit back a whimper because he was making her crazy. “Why?”

“Because I’m on the edge. Because I’ve spent all this time thinking I was way too dirty for someone as sweet as you. Because you said you were horrified at the idea of weird sex stuff.”

Huh. She guessed she had. It wasn’t like she’d left him waiting too long, but she thought she probably shouldn’t point that out. “Well, I was talking about orgies and swinging. Not BDSM. I’ve spent tons of time in physical therapy, so the torture that leads to something good doesn’t seem weird to me at all.”

She could feel his cock under her belly. It was thick and hard, and she wanted to see him naked. Want. Need. She was filled with it, and it felt good. She’d lived in her head for years now, ignoring her physical needs. All she’d cared about had been her research and building her lab. Just as she’d decided to make a concession to her other needs, she’d met this man and he was rocking her world.

His hand came down on her backside, a sharp shock to her system. “Noelle. Safe word.”

“Chuckles.” She shot that sucker out of her mouth fast because maybe she wasn’t…it had hurt, but now, not so much. It hadn’t taken more than a few seconds for heat to spike through her, and she was now in a weird place where she both dreaded and anticipated the next slap of his hand. But her safe word wasn’t sexy. Should she have picked a sexy one? “Sorry. It was the name of my childhood dog. We named him that because he had the weirdest bark. It sounded like a laugh. I can pick…”