Submission Impossible (Masters & Mercenaries Reloaded 1)

He tugged on her hair, pulling her off. “As much as I want to come, I would rather do it inside you. I want to feel how tight the rope makes that pussy of yours.”

He kicked off his jeans and stood naked in front of her. He reached down and simply lifted her up like she weighed nothing at all. She expected him to transfer her to the bed, but he gripped her ass and brought her breasts to his lips, sucking one in and making her squirm. He nipped at her, sending a thrill down her spine. She sank her fingers into his hair and held him to her while he moved from breast to breast.

“This isn’t casual for me,” Hutch said as he moved her to the bed. He laid her back and stared down at her bound legs. “I know you think we’re only together for as long as the case…”

She shook her head. “No. I was stubborn about the class, but I won’t be stubborn about this. I don’t want an end date, Hutch. I want to date you, sleep with you, be with you for however long it works for us.”

He took her ankles in his hands, sending warmth all through her. “I think this might work for me forever. You should be ready for that. And I am so ready for this.”

He flipped her over and she was suddenly face first on the soft comforter. He tugged on her hips and her feet were on the floor again, her breasts flat against the bed. “You solid?”

He was asking if she was going to fall. She took a minute to make sure she had her balance. He was treating her like his favorite fuck toy but still thinking about her comfort. It was all she could ask of a lover. “I’m good. I’m better than good.”

She heard the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open and wished she could watch him roll it over his cock, watch him stroking himself, but she suspected there would be many chances to come.

He wanted her in his life, and not for a couple of weeks. He wanted to try a real relationship with her, and there wasn’t anything she wanted more than for them to have that chance.

And then she wasn’t thinking about anything but that big cock teasing at her pussy. She could feel him there, his hands on her hips. She could feel him everywhere—in the way the rope rubbed against her skin and how her nipples ached slightly from his teeth, in the ache in her ass from his hand spanking her, and in the taste of him still on her tongue. He surrounded her, and it was the most intimate experience of her life.

“You’re so pretty like this, all tied up and ready to take my cock. Did I tell you how good your mouth felt?” Hutch’s hands roamed over her curves as he started to press against her.

She had to catch her breath at the sensation because he felt enormous. He’d felt big before, but this position he’d put her in made her so much tighter.

He gripped her hips as he started to impale her on his cock.

She gasped at the first long thrust. He held himself against her.

“You okay?” He was a chatty top.

“No.” She was going to be completely honest with him. “I’m dying because you won’t fuck me.”

She felt his hand run down her spine. “I love it when you talk dirty in that Southern accent. It gets me hot. I’m going to fuck you, baby. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore and you scream out my name and wake Kyle up.”

She bit her bottom lip because she wasn’t going to do that. She could keep quiet.

He dragged his cock out and then immediately thrust back in, and he hit some magical place that made her shake. He was the only one who’d ever stroked her in exactly the right way. Until the other night she hadn’t known that place existed. She’d managed to give herself orgasms, but they’d all been about stimulating her clitoris. Hutch managed to press a button inside her pussy that made her see stars.

“I can make you do it,” Hutch promised. “I can take that ladylike exterior of yours and strip it away to reveal my sexy sub. That’s what you are right now. You can be the smartest person in the room during the day, but at night in our bed you’re my sub. Your job is to offer me your body and take my cock any way I want you to.”

She loved it when he talked nasty, too. Like her, he had a daytime persona. He was the nice guy, the guy who always had some candy for the kids, who was always willing to help. But here with her he was the dirty Dom.