Submission Impossible (Masters & Mercenaries Reloaded 1)

“With flavorless sex, yes,” she replied. “Come on, Hutch. I was close.”

“Do you know what else changes when you’re in this position?”

“What?” The question came out on a sigh. A bratty sigh.

“What I slap when I spank you.” He drew his hand back and laid a gentle smack right on her pussy.

A low moan came from Noelle’s throat as he spanked her again and again. He went light in the beginning, raising the impact until he hit ten.

“How are you feeling now?”

She sniffled. “I don’t know whether to cry or beg.”

“Then you’re exactly where I want you to be.” He spanked her again. “Tell me how this makes you feel.”

“It makes me feel like my body is a live wire,” she replied. “It makes me feel like I kind of hate you, but I don’t want you to stop either.”

He let his hands move over her curves until he found her breasts. His dick pressed against the seam of her ass. He was so fucking hard, but he had a point to make. He cupped her breasts, loving the contrast of her silky-smooth skin and those pointed, pouty nipples. He rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. “I don’t want to stop. I want to do such dirty things to you, baby. And you’re going to let me.”

“Yes. Yes, I am.”

That was what he wanted to hear. He pinched down lightly on her nipples, and her ass rubbed against his dick. “I’m going to help you get to your knees. You’re going to ease down to the floor and then you’re going to suck my cock.”

“Oh, god. Hutch, I haven’t had much experience with that,” she said, her body moving against his. “The time I tried it didn’t go great.”

“Did he tell you what he wanted?”

Her chest swelled, pressing her breasts into his hands. “No. He just shoved it at me, and apparently I have a small mouth.”

It was tempting to drop his pants and shove his cock in, but he wanted to feel her mouth on him. “I’m going to tell you what I want from you. I’m going to let you play and explore and run your tongue all over me. I loved tasting you the other night. I can’t stop thinking of how sweet you are. I want you to taste me. Will you do that for me?”

“Yes. I want that.”

“But you have to tell me if you’re uncomfortable.” He was already thinking about buying some pillows and bolsters. If he did, she would be comfy when he twisted and turned her so he could fuck her hard.

“I’m uncomfortable right now,” she shot back. “And you’re not doing anything about it.”

Oh, she was such a brat. He straightened up and placed a hand on the small of her back before peppering her backside with smacks that made her moan and call out his name.

He touched her pussy again, sliding his finger inside and then out again and again until she was on the edge and he withdrew.

Noelle cursed under her breath, her sweet Southern accent incongruous with the dirty words coming out of her mouth. He intended to make sure this was the only time his baby ever cursed him. But this was his time.

He helped her stand, turning her so he could bring her close. Her arms wound around him as he kissed her before gently easing her down to her knees.

“You’re still not undressed. That’s the only thing that bothers me,” Noelle said, sitting back and seeming comfortable.

He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He could give her what she wanted. “I’m sorry. I was far too busy looking at you. You’re prettier than me.”

Her lips curled. She reached up and undid the buckle of his belt. “I feel pretty like this. I liked wearing fet wear tonight and I like the rope.”

He was glad because he intended to have her in one of the two a whole lot of the time. And he was deeply grateful that she’d moved past that idiot’s words tonight. She was listening to the people who mattered. He toed out of his sneakers and his socks joined them. “I like to tie you up.”

She eased the fly of his jeans open, and he felt his cock jump, eager to play. He’d concentrated on her the first night they’d made love. His whole focus had been on worshiping her, but they needed this connection, too. It was okay for him to take this because Noelle needed to give to him, too.

She also needed to explore, and it looked like she was starting with his dick. She wrapped her hand around his cock, and he felt every muscle in his body tighten. Her hand was soft and warm as she stroked him. The way her eyes took him in was even hotter than the feel of her hand. There wasn’t hesitation in her gaze. There was hunger.