"Today, Duchess, you've been nothing but a good girl and good girls don't get punished. They get rewarded."
My smile widens with anticipation. This is new territory the two of us are headed in. I can feel it.
While I love my orgasm bully and all of his little torturous bedroom games, I think that I'm going to enjoy this side of Roman too. The side that doesn't feel the need to control every single thing that happens between us sexually and making sure that I'm always orgasm drunk. The side that is sometimes fine with me taking the lead and making sure that he gets what he needs.
I begin with Roman's shirt. A tight fitting dark blue Henley that needs to come off right the frack now, because as soon as it's off I'm going to trace my tongue across all the swirls and curves of the intricate ink on Roman's back.
"That feels amazing, Duchess." He moans while sitting on the edge of the bed as I caress his back, neck and arms with my hands and my mouth.
"Now take off your pants,” I order.
He flings open his belt buckle, unzips his jeans, and does his best to yank them off quickly with me still touching him.
I can already see his heavy erection bulging through his boxers, but right before he moves to slide them down, I stop him.
"Uh-uh. Leave them on for now."
He exhales in a mixture of want, need and frustration. I love it because it makes me feel powerful. Like he really wants me badly; like I'm the only one he'll ever want.
"Do you want me, Masterson?" I ask as I wrap myself around his waist and he holds me steady with both hands under my ass.
"Hell fucking yes."
I slowly tongue kiss him.
"Do you want to fuck me or make love to me?"
"Both."
I giggle then I tongue kiss him again. Making sure to slowly tease him with my mouth the way that he loves so much.
"Which do you want to do first?" I ask.
He stalls for time I think by kissing me around my neck and my cleavage.
"Well?" I ask as I so obviously bend my neck to the side so he can have better access.
His head pops up and looks at me with a serious glare. "I just realized something, baby. Every time I've been with you we've already been making love. I just didn't know it at the time."
I can see he means every single thing he just said. I know it in my heart and my gut, and it makes me feel like the most special woman on the planet.
I have on my very sexy and expensive gift from Roman. My mustard and black lingerie. This time complete with garters. I slip off the tiny lace thong that came with the set and throw it on the floor of Roman's bedroom as I slide somewhat gracefully up the length of his bed on my back. Staring at him the entire time.
I watch as he strokes himself harder and harder through his boxers. He's chomping at the bit. He wants me, but I want him more. He just doesn't know it.
"Will you keep the rest of it on?" he asks very politely with a plea in his eyes that would just be cruel to refuse.
"Of course Masterson. Would that make you happy?"
"Fuck. Yes,” he exhales.
"Come here."
Roman obeys but of course puts his own little twist on my orders. He begins by kissing my toes and working himself slowly up my body. Rubbing my calves. Kissing me behind my knees (which tickles by the way).
Kneading my thighs. Kissing me on the sides of my hips. Licking the exposed skin of my waist between the garter belt and my bra over and over until I start panting. Making sure to elicit the reaction he craves. My desperate need for him.
Once he reaches my breasts, I'm drenched, my breaths are heavy and I'm pretty sure the tables have just turned.
"I love this nipple right here because it's so responsive. That puffy areola just pebbled into a tight and taut bundle of nerves as soon as I licked it."
He licks it again.
"See."
His hand moves underneath me and he expertly unhooks my bra. Something he's clearly had a tremendous amount of practice doing, but never the less an image I need to shake clear from my head. He tosses it somewhere in the room and then starts licking and sucking my other breast.
"Spread your legs, Duchess."
I immediately spread my legs apart.
"Wider."
I again follow directions and grow wetter with each passing moment.
"Let me inside baby where I belong. Where I want to stay forever."
And he swiftly thrusts inside of me then slowly slides back out to the tip, then deeply back in again. Again and again as my grip on his back becomes tighter.
"Wider, baby,” he pants. "In fact, let's put those legs over my shoulders so you can really feel how much I love your pretty ass."
And deeper he goes.
Eventually sending me into an orgasm oblivion that rocks me to my core.
"I love you,” I say in a breathless daze.
"I know you do,” he smiles.
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We make love again.
This time in a spoon position. His fingers on my clit, rubbing me rhythmically, while he plunges inside me from behind. This time he can't help himself and whispers a few little dirty things to me in my ear. I guess there's something primal about fracking me from behind me that gets my man going.
"You like it when I go in deep don't you, Duchess?"
"Yes, Masterson."
"You like it when I talk to you like this don't you? You tell me to shut up all the time, but I think you're lying. You like this dick all up in you don't you? You want it all the time don't you?"
"Masterson–" I pant.
"See,” he laughs. "You like it so much you're about to come all over me right the fuck now aren't you?"
He continues to work in between my legs with his fingers and his cock, and before I know it I come again.
Hard.
Then he follows right behind me. Grunting several unintelligible words.
"You're not a good listener,” I say out of breath while he plays with my hair.
"What do you mean?"
"Somehow you turned things around. This was supposed to be my show."
"It was baby. It was all you. You were the producer, the director and the star."
"I don't know, Roman, I feel like I just got bamboozled. My reward was supposed to be me dictating what goes on in the bedroom today."
"And you did. Expertly I might add. I can definitely get use to all of this making love we do if the end result is sticky sheets."
"Ugh! You're hopeless."
"Come here."
"No."
He ignores my half-hearted refusal and then lifts me up on top of him.
"There's no better control a woman can have than riding her man. You dictate everything. I just lay back and enjoy the ride if that's what you want."
I sit up while Roman bends his knees with his feet flat on the bed, so that I can use his thighs to lean back on.
"When did you first know you loved me?" I ask him.
"When I saw you on the dance floor of The Lotus. Dancing like nobody was watching."
"I don't believe that."
"It's true,” he says while massaging my breasts.
"When did you know you first loved me?" he counters.
"When you flew out to the Bahamas and tried your very best not to kill my ex. Only a man in love would do that." I kid.
"You know what, it doesn't matter when we thought we knew. We know now. I know that I'll never fucking let you go, Duchess. I know that I'll move heaven and earth to make you happy in the bedroom and out. I know that you make me laugh, you inspire me, you motivate me, and you're good for me. There's no doubting that. You were made for me baby."
Tears stream down my face, and why wouldn't they? Masterson is an onion. A man with many layers like he said. And so of course I'd be moved to tears as he peels each layer back for me, one by one, revealing all the wonderful layers of the man that he is.
My man.
29
Elizabeth
As I stretch ou
t like a lazy cat across my bed, I love how my new home is already buzzing with a vibrant energy that I've never experienced before.
Outside there are cars whizzing by, horns beeping without restraint, pedestrians walking with purpose, trucks making deliveries and an assortment of other city centric sounds.
Inside there is just as much energy but of a different sort. Sloan has taken it upon herself to measure and re-measure all of my large, commercial sized windows for window treatments. I love how the sunlight pours into the windows during the day and the moonlight at night, but even I have to admit that it doesn't make for the easiest working conditions during the day. There's glare and distractions; not to mention all the people that can peep inside and take a look at what we're doing on their way to the bus stop … and do.
I watch from my loft area as she pulls out her heavy duty measuring tape and goes about measuring the width and length of each window, as well as the length of each entire wall. Making sure to jot down her measurements on a small notepad, then worrying that she wrote down the wrong ones for the wrong window, and starting the entire process all over again. All this while Cutter King watches her with the curiosity of a stealth-like cat. I've never seen him this quiet or this calculated before.
It's … interesting.
Sitting at my new dining room table (that I love), which is basically a large slab of reclaimed wood that's been buffed and polished into a smooth shine, are Camden and Jade. I have no idea what those two are talking about down there, but whatever it is has Jade laughing hysterically. Which is not something that I can say I've seen a lot from her. She's always so serious. I think that I like that it's Camden who's putting those smiles and giggles inside of that tiny powerhouse.
I can see from up here that my office is empty, but that the door is open and the office light is on in the second office, which lets me know that Roman is here and working.
It's pretty much his office now.
I ended up not hiring a full-time local coder, but decided it was more cost efficient and made more sense to continue to contract the work out to the most qualified coders wherever they lived. Plus Roman needed somewhere to meet and work since he and the King brothers have completely severed business ties with Joseph.
After my birthday fiasco, and Juliette and Joseph's subsequent cold war, they finally made up, and now they're stronger than ever. Of course Joseph had to promise to give Roman his mother's whereabouts as well as give Juliette a month long trip to a new continent every year. So Joseph finally retired, for real this time, and now they're in Egypt touring the Pyramids.
For a variety of reasons I have yet to deeply explore with Roman, he's refused to takeover his father's business. Instead deciding to only take Mendez with him as a client and moving on.
Clearly there is more mending that needs to occur between Roman and Joseph to salvage their relationship, which I am dedicated to make happen. I absolutely want Roman to have some sort of relationship with his parents however surface it may be. I just want as much normal for him as I can manage to create. He deserves it.
My parents are also a work in process. They refuse to come visit me while I'm "playing house" with my cousin, but at least we're talking. My mother has started back texting me about the going ons of the neighbors and my father … well at least I hear him tell my mother that he said hi during our Sunday phone calls.
Baby steps.
Even though getting our family on board with our relationship has been like pulling some very painful impacted wisdom teeth, the fact that we have the support of our closest friends has been a lifeline. One that I don't take lightly. We're a small little community, the six of us, and I love it.
I especially love the center of it all ... Roman.
"You finally woke up sleepy head?" he asks while climbing the staircase to the loft.
"I stayed up way too late last night."
"Talking to that guy in India instead of what you should have been doing."
"I think we do plenty of that,” I grin.
Roman sits on the edge of the bed and swings me around to straddle his lap.
"It can never be too much, Duchess."
"Roman,” I whisper. "Not while everyone is in here."
"Glamazon!" Roman turns his head and yells downstairs. "When are you going to do the whole curtain thing up here that we talked about?"
"Calm your tits, Black Knight. I'm on it!" she hollers back. "Damn! You act like you live here."
I giggle because she's right, he does practically live here, although technically he still resides in his penthouse. I needed to have some control.
"You two are absolutely hysterical,” I say to him.
"Keep laughing and I'll fuck you right now in front of my friends and yours."
"Shut up. No you wouldn't."
Roman pulls my hips and butt in closer, and I immediately feel just how serious he is right in between my legs.
"Stop it,” I whisper again in his ear this time. It's a half-hearted stop though, because I kind of find myself wishing we had some sort of privacy barrier up right now too. There's not a moment that I don't want Roman touching me, kissing me, inside of me.
He pauses for a moment to look into my eyes. Then he grasps a few of my stray hairs in his hand, rubs them between his fingertips, and gently places them behind my ear.
"Are you happy?" he asks me with a fierce intensity that I'm not sure I've ever seen from him before.
I place both of my hands on the sides of his face and use my thumb to gently rub back and forth over his scar.
"Ecstatically, Masterson,” I assure him.
Then we kiss passionately, languidly, and without reserve while Mr. Tibbs licks the bottoms of my feet.
I think that I'm finally growing on him.
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Prologue
Zoe Clarkson
I can feel the tension and anxiety swirling around my shop like a witch's brew. The brooding man covered in beautiful ink, sitting rigidly across from me, is totally trying to control the room with his silence. Probably because he is used to dominating his environment by his mere physical presence, and he feels totally out of place in a room where I dictate the boundaries.
The glowing woman dressed in the pretty yellow and coral dress, sitting to his left, definitely seems to have spearheaded the decision to make this appointment, although she seems quite nervous about it. She continues to adjust herself anxiously in her seat as if she's trying to think of an exit strategy.
At first glance, I surmise that she doesn't fully comprehend or even recognize the power that she wields over the man; but I suppose that's part of the reason why she came to see me.
I specialize in just this type of work.
This is their first time here and already they have my undivided attention. The woman is classically passive aggressive. The man is oozing testosterone and probably has mother issues ... totally my favorite types of clients.
"So is this appointment for Miss Hill or both of you, Mr. Masterson?" I ask directly. I think he respects a person who quickly gets to the heart of the matter.
"Ask her."
"I'm asking you." I challenge.
"She booked this appointment. I don't know what the fuck is going on. She just tells me where to go and I drive."
He crosses his thick, corded forearms in front of himself. Putting up a clear wall of defense. I highly doubt that this woman just tells him to do anything.
"But you're planning on staying, right?"
"Of cour
se."
"So Miss Hill–" I continue.
"You can call me Elizabeth." She smiles nervously. I think the exchange between Mr. Masterson and myself made her even more uncomfortable than she already was.
"Why don't we start with you then, Elizabeth. What made you book this appointment today? Why with me when you could have gone to a dozen other places?"
She crosses her legs at the ankles, then plays a little with her thick brunette curls, while she appears to think carefully about her response.
"Well, I have several reasons."
The man presses one of his palms firmly down on the woman's jumpy knee for a moment. The woman smiles. I can tell that she feels more at ease now.
I know that my process isn't the norm, and the man is especially skeptical based on his prior experience with this type of thing. This is definitely going to be a challenging couple to work with, but there's something about the both of them that I like already.
I think the final results are going to be amazing.
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Thank you for reading Masterson Unleashed. I hope you’re still enjoying Roman & Elizabeth's story. It was my pleasure to write it. There's something about this couple that will always be near and dear to my heart. I frackin' loved them! Based on reader feedback, I continued my favorite couple’s story in the third installment of The Fixer Series: Masterson In Love.
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