Password to Her Heart (The American Soldier Collection 9)

Shawna couldn’t believe how aroused she felt. She had no idea why she reacted to Mercury’s questioning in such a defensive manner, but now that the man was all riled up, she couldn’t help but feel excited. She should be freaking out right now about being spanked by him. First of all, she wasn’t a child. Secondly, the fantasies running through her mind should send her to confession for the next ten years straight. She was wet. Her panties were soaked, her breasts full and sensitive as she twirled around the hallway trying to find a place to hide. She could hear Mercury coming so she hid behind a nearby door. Her mouth went dry when he took off his shirt. The man was a gorgeous work of art. Large, wide shoulders, intricate colorful tattoos along his arms and chest, and, damn, a dusting of hair that led straight down to his cock. Holy shit.

Turning, she caught sight of a gorgeous bed. It was huge, and she wondered who slept in here. She shivered and stepped away from the door.

She looked for another place to hide, but as she snuck toward the closet, another door opened and there stood Mercury.

She gasped.

He smirked.

“Did you really think you could hide from me?”

She nodded her head. He chuckled. “Fat chance, sweetie. You’re mine. Now get over here,” he ordered.

She straightened her shoulders, felt her legs shaking, but held her ground. “I will not.”

His eyes widened and she saw Stitch and Lee walk into the room, arms crossed and fierce expressions on their faces. Her pussy leaked.

“Now,” Mercury repeated.

She couldn’t move. She was overly aroused.

Mercury stomped toward her, grabbed her arms, and pressed her body against his as he covered her mouth and kissed her.

She was lost in that kiss and in Mercury’s powerful control of her. She wasn’t scared. She was on fire with anticipation. She wanted whatever he was willing to give her. She wanted to feel. Just feel everything from him, from them.

Mercury lifted her dress and pulled it up and over her head.

Her breasts bounced and she gasped. She hadn’t worn a bra with the dress, which was sexy and tight fitting, another choice of garment from whomever shopped for clothing for her.

He cupped her breasts and leaned down to take a taste.

“These are mine. All of you belongs to me,” he told her and then stepped back, pulling her along with him, still suckling her breasts, before he sat on the edge of the bed.

In a flash he lifted her up and placed her over his lap.

“Mercury!” She screamed his name and then felt the warm, large palm over her ass cheek.

“Holy fuck, she’s got a great ass,” Stitch stated.

She felt a second hand caress her ass cheek and then her back.

“Love these tiny little thong panties,” Lee added, and she felt him lift the thin material from the crack of her ass. It gave her the chills. She wiggled and then felt the large hand keep her steady.

“Easy now, baby. You take your spanking like a good girl,” Mercury said, and she wiggled again.

“I won’t. I don’t deserve a spanking. You’re on a trip, mister. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“What did she do?” Lee asked, and Mercury explained.

Stitch bent down and caressed her hair from her cheeks. “You should have taken the sleeping pills. Does this mean you haven’t been sleeping well at night?” he asked.

“I’m fine.”

“Why didn’t you come to one of us? We could have helped you or stayed with you so you could rest better,” Stitch said.

“Are you kidding me?” she asked.

Smack.