Her Royal Master

by Renee Rose

  Savannah looked from Alex’s face to hers as if her brain had short-circuited. “You know each other?”

  Alex smiled down at Skye, doting affection plastered across his face. “We’ve been seeing each other, but it’s pretty recent.”

  Not a lie.

  The elevator stopped on the twentieth floor, and he propelled her off. “We’ll catch up with you tomorrow night at the big event.”

  Savannah craned her neck to see past her entourage, still gawking at Skye as if she were the famous movie star and not the other way around.

  Skye forced a smile and a wave, allowing Alex to take her hand and lead her away. Her fingers trembled in his.

  “What’s the deal?” Alex asked when the doors had closed. He trapped her wrists again and propelled her toward her room. “Why does she upset you so much?”

  She shook her head. “I just hate her, that’s all.”

  “That’s a lot of power you’ve given her over you.”

  She stopped, forcing him to drag her forward. “Spare me the psychology, okay?”

  He smacked her ass, hard. The slap reignited the burn from the whipping. “Don’t speak disrespectfully to your Master.” He didn’t sound angry and, fortunately, he appeared content to let it go.

  He keyed open her door—apparently his key card worked everywhere. “Where are the jewels, sugar?”

  She looked up at the ceiling. He wasn’t going to like this.

  “Oh no—no way.” If she thought he was going to let her go crawling back in those vents, which were too small for him to fit through, so she could make her escape and keep the stolen loot, she was high.

  “I hid them up there. God’s honest truth.”

  “Where up there?”

  She pointed from the vent along a line that extended beyond her room. “Twenty feet west.”

  He glowered at her.

  “Listen, Alex, we have a deal. You know who I am. You know that revealing my actions to the public would damage me. We don’t know each other, but you’ve asked me to place my body in your hands for an entire weekend. You’re going to have to trust me, too.”

  He scowled, folding his arms across his chest. “Fuck.”

  “You could tie a rope to my ankle?”

  “Right, and you wouldn’t just untie it.”

  She grinned. “Actually, there’s not room in the shaft to sit up and untie things.”

  He rolled his eyes. He didn’t like this—not at all, but she had a point about the trust thing. “Okay, ninja. But if you try to trick me, I promise you, little girl, I will hunt you down, and there will be no plea bargains for you next time.”

  She shivered, her eyes dilating. She liked his dom-talk. She stepped into his space, touching his chest and tipping her face up. He took the cue and kissed her, a hard, punishing kiss, demanding her submission with the whip of his tongue. When he broke it, her eyes were glassy.

  He slapped her ass. “Go on, then.”

  She leapt to the bed then stood on the headboard to reach the vent. The screws were out, so all she had to do was push up and slide it to the side. A rope lay coiled inside. “See you in a minute,” she said with a wink.

  He followed her up and pushed his head through the opening. Joe would kill him if he let her get away without returning the jewels.

  “I can tase you from here,” he warned.

  Her laugh came low and throaty. “The jewels are around a corner.”

  Fuck.

  He waited, holding his breath. Her slippered feet disappeared down the darkened shaft. Fuckity fuck fuck.

  She rounded a bend. Dammit. He hoped he hadn’t just made a huge mistake. He listened to the soft sounds of her movement. Then silence.

  Her feet reappeared.

  His breath came out in a whoosh. She was reversing, backing toward the opening.

  “You can unclench those molars now.” That husky laugh echoed through the vent.

  He stretched his arm into the vent and caught hold of her ankle as soon as she drew close enough, dragging her toward the opening.

  “Hey,” she protested.

  He caught her waist and tossed her down to the bed.

  She threw him a pouch as he dropped to the bed beside her. A quick check verified the missing jewels were all intact. He flung it onto the dresser and pounced.

  She dodged him, a broad smile lighting her beautiful face, eyes sparkling. He leaped to the floor. She leapt off the opposite side, somersaulted on the floor, and dashed for the door.

  He beat her there, flipped her around, and held her in a choke hold, his forearm at her windpipe. Her feet kicked out beneath her, not able to touch the ground.

  “Time for another spanking.”

  She continued to struggle, elbows and heels flying. “Why?”

  He carried her toward the bed. “For making me worry. Not that I need a reason. Remember? You’re mine to punish as I please.” He released her neck and pushed her over the side of the bed. With her wrists pinned at her lower back, he wrestled her ninja pants down.

  Her ass still glowed pink, with a few lines from the whipping earlier. He started slapping right away, laying down his discipline fast and hard, not giving her a chance to adjust.

  She wriggled, her breath hitching.

  He punished the backs of her thighs, spanked with his full strength, knowing she wanted it, had asked for it.

  Sounds began to escape her—little grunts and cries that sounded like she was being fucked.

  His cock throbbed against his zipper, aching to be inside her. He stopped spanking. “Naughty slave. Get down on your knees and show me you’re sorry.”

  She didn’t move, probably still too disoriented. He gave her another whap.

  She gasped and shoved herself up to stand, her hair a disheveled mess, her eyes glassy and wide.

  He put a hand on her shoulder and pushed straight down, forcing her to her knees. The poor girl must have no clue what he wanted from her because she gazed up at his face in confused expectation.

  He unbuttoned his pants.

  Dawning bloomed. She reached for his cock, helped it out of his boxer briefs, and licked her full lips. Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth and extended her pretty pink tongue.

  He jerked at the contact, the heat of her tongue making his eyes roll back in his head. “Good girl.” His voice sounded rough. He wrapped his fist in her hair and immobilized her head, using her mouth as a fuck-hole to exert his control.

  She gasped and gagged, but her hips snapped forward in obvious appreciation of the degradation.

  He dropped her flaxen hair and yanked open Joe’s shirt, popping the buttons. Her small breasts sprang out, the muscles of her pecs separating and lifting them. He slapped one and pinched the nipple of the other, dragging her closer.

  She made a screaming noise in her throat but didn’t stop blowing him. Her tongue swirled along the veins of his shaft, cheeks hollowed out with suction.

  “That’s...so...good.” He groaned. She wasn’t an expert by any means, but her enthusiasm made up for any lack of skill.

  She applied herself with even more vigor, pumping over his cock and sucking harder.

  He gripped her hair again and yanked her along his length, shoving it down her throat. Her hips continued to hump the air, her muscular ass undulating, driving him wild. His thigh muscles tensed, and cum surged.

  “Suck,” he growled, holding her head against him.

  She pulled at his cock with her tongue and cheeks, and he came with a shout and shudder.

  Skye swallowed. It was not her first blow job, but it was the first time she’d swallowed. Jesus, if she’d known the key to enjoying giving head was to have it feel “forced,” she would’ve been far more sexually active in her youth. She’d first learned the art of the blow job on a vacation to Ibiza with her friends from boarding school. It had been so unenjoyable she’d repeated the act fewer than a half-dozen times since, and never had it turned her on.

  Not like this. Her cli
t throbbed to be touched. And while she didn’t know what intercourse felt like, her pussy seemed to know what it had been missing—Alex’s big cock. Or maybe Joe’s, although he scared her a bit more than his brother.

  Alex tucked his cock away and zipped up his pants. “Good girl,” he said. “You are well on your way to redeeming yourself.” He lifted her to stand and claimed her mouth again, plundering it with his tongue the way he’d invaded with his cock.

  When he broke away, she was breathless. She wanted to get on with more spanky sex, but she also wanted to wash the dust and grime from the air ducts off her body. “Do you mind if I take a quick shower?”

  He looked at his watch. “Ninety seconds. If you go one second over, you’ll get another spanking—and it won’t feel good on a wet bottom.”

  She ran to the bathroom. “When does it start?”

  “Clock is already ticking. And don’t even think about touching your pussy—even if you did have time, you do not have permission to rub one out, understand?”

  She stripped off her clothes and turned on the spray.

  “I need to hear a yes, sir.”

  “Yes, sir,” she called out before yanking the curtain closed. She’d thought she’d mind calling them that, but it rolled off her tongue easily, sounded right.

  She tipped her head back under the spray and rinsed the grime off her. No time for shampoo or shaving, but she lathered a washcloth up with soap and scrubbed her body.

  “T minus 30.” Alex spoke from beside the shower.

  She wondered if he’d been military at some point. He certainly knew combat.

  She rinsed off the soap and flicked off the shower. If he hadn’t told her not to touch herself, she probably would have spent the ninety seconds getting off. Obeying amped up her sense of being owned by him—by them.

  Alex opened the shower curtain.

  She flinched but let him look his fill. She’d never considered whether she was pretty or had a nice body. While her classmates in boarding school had been preoccupied with fashion and cosmetics, she’d been immersed in martial arts training, even then. Now, under his blazing stare, her body came alive. For the first time, she felt beautiful, sexy, desirable.

  “Turn around and place your hands on the shower wall.” Alex’s voice sounded gravelly.

  “Why?”

  He slapped the side of her thigh. Ouch. He was right about the wet skin thing. “When I give you an order, I expect it to be followed immediately and without question, ninja girl. Turn around.”

  As if she hadn’t already been creaming for him, his words turned her insides molten. She turned around and placed her hands on the wet tile.

  “Push your ass out.”

  She started to obey, but something made her turn around for a double take. It wasn’t Alex stripping off his clothes behind her, it was Joe.

  He lifted an eyebrow, giving her a stern look. His cock jutted toward her, pointing the way.

  “Joe.”

  “Yes.” He advanced, looking dangerous. “Alex took the jewels to the casino safe.” He stepped in with her and turned the water back on.

  She shifted.

  “Look at the wall. Show me that ass.”

  She arched for him, staring at the expensive marble tile. The snap of foil sounded behind her, and her belly fluttered. This was it! She would finally cash in her V-card, and it would be good, she was certain.

  Joe’s hand crashed down on her wet ass, and the crack echoed off the tile.

  She gasped and pushed it out for more.

  He slapped the other side then the first again. “Spread your legs.”

  He didn’t wait for her to obey but used his foot to nudge hers apart. His hand clapped her pussy, and sensation shot through her—pain and satisfaction at the same time. No, not satisfaction, because she still wanted more, needed more.

  He slapped her again, then a third time. When the head of his cock nudged her entrance, she shoved back at him, desperate to have him inside her.

  He wrapped an arm around her waist and fisted her hair, pulling her head back. “You want my cock, ninja girl?”

  “Yes, please. Yes, sir.”

  “I won’t be gentle.”

  “I don’t care. I need it, I need it now,” she babbled like a lunatic. Screw gentle—she wanted him to fuck her to smithereens.

  His cock breached her entrance by a small fraction and eased out, teasing her.

  “No, no, no, no,” she breathed. She reached back between her legs to grab his cock.

  “Hands on the wall,” he snapped, sounding irritated.

  Her hand flew back up. “Please…” she pleaded. “Please, I need your cock. I need it now.”

  He chuckled and pushed against her entrance again. She’d once read that only 30 percent of women actually have a cherry to pop. She prayed she was in the 70 percent non-hymen camp because she didn’t want the embarrassment of having to explain her virginity. She used tampons after all. How tight could it be?

  He shoved in hard, and she gasped at the sudden pain.

  Damn. She had to have a cherry, didn’t she?

  Joe froze, buried deep within her, his arm tight around her waist.

  She blinked back the tears that sprang to her eyes and rocked her hips back against him. Maybe he hadn’t noticed. Good thing they were in the shower—there would be no bloody sheets to explain.

  He eased back then plowed into her again, his balls bumping her clit, the head of his cock hitting her inner wall.

  She moaned at the exquisite pleasure.

  As promised, he wasn’t gentle. He pounded into her like his cock was a weapon, like sex was punishment she had to endure, and that mindset made it all the hotter to her.

  Make me. Force me. Hurt me.

  She arched, opened. Fingers splayed wide against the cool marble; her arms shook from the effort of holding herself away from the wall each time he thrust into her. All her confusion about who she was and what the hell she was doing with her life melted away, drowned in the sensation of flesh slapping against wet flesh, his hard cock scything in and out, filling her, destroying her pussy with each violent thrust.

  She remembered his promise to take her ass and the fear of it, the realization of how much power he would have over her brought her over the edge, straight to orgasm. Her muscles clamped down, squeezing his cock.

  “Did I say you could come?” he growled in her ear, sounding furious.

  She couldn’t speak. Her orgasm rolled on and on, rocking her with its release.

  He reached around and slapped her clit, and a second wave of flutters went through her.

  She grew lightheaded, the warm water adding to the haze in her brain.

  He gripped her hips and slammed into her. “The next time I fuck you, you will ask permission first.” It sounded like his teeth were clenched. Like he was losing control.

  He cursed and shoved deeper, impaling her, nearly lifting her off her feet with his cock alone. The heat of his cum registered, even through the condom.

  She orgasmed a third time and collapsed backward, her knees giving out.

  He caught her in his strong arms, holding her up, his teeth finding her shoulder.

  They panted together, bodies intertwined, water running down their skin.

  His lips brushed her jawline, his touch softer now, soothing. “I’m sorry.”

  She went still. “For what?”

  “That your first time was like this.”

  Of course, he knew.

  She didn’t want him feeling bad—not when she’d just found Jesus three times in a row. “I’m not.”

  He kissed down her neck, bit the place where neck met shoulder. “You’re so brave, ninja girl. I can’t believe you gave yourself to us without having any experience.” He squeezed her breast.

  She didn’t know what to say. A blush crawled up her neck and heated her cheeks.

  “We might never let you go.” He sucked her earlobe.

  Tears stung her eyes, not f
or any rational reason. Just for being wanted, especially at this peculiar juncture of her life. Or for the nirvana of the orgasm. Her legs still trembled, and her body felt boneless.

  Joe eased out of her and helped her from the shower with an arm around her waist. He disposed of the condom and opened a towel, lifting his chin like he wanted her to step into it.

  Like when Alex had bandaged her, it brought on a disturbing stab of longing. It had been years since anyone had taken care of her. When they had, it had been because they’d been in her father’s employ, not because they wanted to care for her. Now, as Joe toweled her dry, she shook beneath his touch, shyer than a unicorn.

  He wrapped her in the towel and pulled the ends to bring her against his sculpted body. His lips brushed her forehead then her nose then mouth. “Are you okay, little ninja?”

  She nodded, mutely.

  “I’m glad it was you.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Stealing from us.” He claimed her mouth again, his lips both soft and powerful as they twisted over hers. “I like having you as our slave.”

  She blinked rapidly, her face heating again.

  He eased back. “Come on. Get dressed and pack your things. You won’t be staying here again.”

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  The Russian - Excerpt

  Three years undercover with the mob and he’d throw it all away for a girl.

  He didn’t give a shit if it got him whacked by the mob, or fired from the FBI. Lucy Carr wasn’t going to get killed on his watch. Hell, if any of them fucking touched her, he would blow his cover in a second.

  After a lifetime believing he was fundamentally soulless, his fervor surprised him. Who knew? Some part of his spirit must still be intact for him to want to protect something so precious.

  Yuri climbed out of the backseat of Freddo’s S-class Mercedes and cracked his knuckles. Mob enforcer was a part he’d played so long—for real and for the FBI—that he’d come to believe it was all he was. Darkness shrouded in crime. Even if he was working for the “good guys” now.