Submission Impossible (Masters & Mercenaries Reloaded 1)

She was a brat who was going to save him from his own misery. He couldn’t sink into that dark place that found him from time to time when she was willing to drag him back into the light.

Emotion warred with arousal. Or maybe it was simply mixed in there—the natural combination that came with actually making love. He rubbed his forehead against hers. “You’re killing me. I do not deserve you.”

“I’ll remind you of that when we do actually go to Papillon and you meet my dad,” she promised.

He was not about to let her father’s distaste for him be a wall between them. Nope. He’d faced down worse enemies, and he knew what to do. He tugged on her hair, forcing her head back and looking down into that gorgeous face of hers. “Your dad will love me. I’ll fix his computer and end up being his personal IT guy. Now take off your clothes. You’re going to leave them right fucking here. That way Kyle knows this is a naked zone and he should stay out of it.”

Kyle was half of his problem. He wanted to trust the man, but Kyle seemed willing to put Noelle in harm’s way so he could keep his position with Jessica Layne.

Hutch had to watch the man who was supposed to be watching their backs.

“You think I’m pretty.” She kicked off her loafers.

He understood that she’d been manipulating him before, but there was still a hint of insecurity in her words. The first night they’d slept together the lights had been low, and they were fully on now. Did she think he’d forgotten an inch of her loveliness? Did she imagine he hadn’t studied her scars and found them every bit as beautiful as the rest of her?

“I think you’re gorgeous, and I’m going to show you. I scare you and you say the word yellow,” he instructed. “I push past your comfort zone and you say red. Otherwise I’m going to do what I want, when I want, and for however long I want. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Hutch.”

He untangled his hand from the silk of her hair and stepped back. This was his time. She was the brilliant scientist whose work would change the world someday during the daylight hours. But at night, she would be his. His woman. His lover. His sub.

His to play with and adore and fuck.

Noelle let the crutch she’d been leaning on sit back against the chair. She felt steady on her feet and started to unbutton her blouse. She kept her eyes on him, offering him another connection.

“Who helped you with your corset?” He’d sat in the men’s locker room and wondered who was taking care of her. He had no doubt she’d learn how to deal with the intricacies of fet wear in no time at all, but she’d admitted this was her first time in a corset.

“Elisa. She has the locker next to mine. She was the first of the trainees to introduce herself.”

“Did she?” He couldn’t help but grin at that thought because he was pretty sure Elisa hadn’t minded helping her at all.

His inuendo did what he’d hoped it would. It had Noelle rolling her eyes and grinning before she let the blouse drop. She wore a pretty pink bra that showed off the tops of her breasts. “She’s not interested in me.”

“Oh, if she likes women, she appreciated how pretty you are.” He needed to make her understand that it was all okay in the confines of the club. With the exception of that fucker Jeffrey, she could trust the men and women of Sanctum. “It’s all right at the club. That’s the beauty of Sanctum. You can walk around naked all day and unless you want someone to touch you, they won’t.”

She unclasped her bra and let it hit the floor.

And proved she hadn’t been lying about her nipples. They were hard as rocks, and his fingers itched to touch them. But he was in control again, his fears pushed down in favor of taking care of her. He would get his hands on those luscious breasts, but it would be on his time. She unbuttoned the top of her slacks and slid the zipper down.

“Keep going,” he commanded. He wanted her to make the decision to be naked in front of him.

His dick tightened, arousal flooding his system in the most pleasant of ways. She pushed the slacks down and caught the waistband of her silky undies, pulling them along and leaving herself naked in front of him.

She was even prettier in full light, and he was going to have her naked as often as possible.

His cell buzzed in his pocket letting him know the text he’d been waiting on was coming in.

Michael Malone would stake out the house tonight, making sure Kyle didn’t slip out or invite someone in.