A View to a Thrill (Masters and Mercenaries Book 7)

by Blake, Lexi

  He had no idea what he would have done without Ava Malone. She’d opened her home and her family and would have been perfectly pleased to have kept him full time, but his parents insisted that he was likely the future duke and had to be schooled properly. He’d rebelled by trying to sound as American as he could around his parents. They’d shuddered when he’d first used the word “y’all.” It was still there in his speech. He wasn’t quite British and not fully American.

  He moved to her other side, sad that her punishment was almost over. He counted out the last ten in his head and then sighed. “You did beautifully, love.”

  “It’s over?” She sounded disappointed. “But I didn’t find out the end of the story.”

  The end of the story was an easy one to tell. He let his palm find her cheeks, loving the heat there. Even in the soft light he could see the pink sheen to them. “My parents found a new therapy and Clive made a full recovery. He was sixteen. I was thirteen. He was a complete stranger to me. My parents returned home and I was expected to pretend nothing had happened. I threw the biggest fit when they wanted me to go with the family for holiday. My mother finally decided I wasn’t worth arguing with and I came here and they went to Spain. And that was how we spent the rest of my youth. I was the odd child they didn’t understand. I heard my father once say how grateful he was Clive had survived because I wasn’t a worthy successor.”

  “Simon,” she started.

  “I’d gone a bit wild by then,” he admitted. “I was almost always in trouble for something during my adolescent years. My brother no longer wastes his time on me. You smell so fucking good.”

  His fingers came up against the sweet softness of her pussy. Wet. She was so wet. She’d liked her spanking. “Tell me something. Do you get this wet every time you have a session?”

  She gasped as he found her clit and let his thumb ease over it, pressing lightly. “No. God, no. I don’t. Unless it’s you.”

  That’s what he wanted to hear. He let a single finger split her labia, working its way inside. She was going to be so bloody tight. Her pussy was clenching around just his finger. What would she do when it was his cock working its way inside?

  “Do I have to stay still? Because I don’t want to.”

  But he was having so much fun torturing her. “You’re not to move until I give you leave.”

  “Damn it.”

  He hadn’t told her not to curse so he let it pass. He pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, licking the taste of her off them. So sweet and perfect. She was like the sweetest treat to him.

  “I don’t like your brother.” He could hear a little pout in her voice. “Though I will confess, I also don’t like you very much right now.”

  He could handle that, but he had to admit some things to her. “He went through a lot, Chelsea. He’s just a man. Through all of his treatments, he managed to maintain perfect scores on all his tests. He would study and work even when the chemo made him deathly ill. Or so my parents tell me. I admired him, but he was a stranger to me after all those years. I can see now he tried to be a good influence, but I had my brothers.”

  “JT and Michael.”

  “Yes. And Clive isn’t all bad. It turns out he’s actually quite the pervert. Imagine my surprise when he showed up one night at The Garden with his two best friends and shared girlfriend. That was a bit awkward.” He touched her ass again, loving the way he’d marked her. It would be gone by morning, but he would enjoy it tonight.

  He wanted to forget about his brother, who he hadn’t talked to in months. His brother and their very uptight parents thought he’d made a horrible mistake when he’d used his law degree to join a charitable organization instead of making money. His trust fund wouldn’t last long, they’d said since he seemed to spend money on women and luxuries. They had no idea he’d already been recruited into MI6 and given quite a budget to keep up appearances.

  Then he’d left United One Fund and MI6 to come to America and that had caused the biggest lecture of his life. He was a lost soul according to his father—unable to follow through on anything, and Simon couldn’t tell him the truth about the part he’d played.

  And now they would likely get the news at some point that he was wanted for murder. Excellent.

  “Can I move, Master?”

  He sighed, wishing JT had kept his big mouth shut. “Of course.”

  He reached out to help her balance. She turned and immediately hugged him, wrapping her arms around him and holding him close. Her head found his chest and she plastered herself against him, leaving no space at all between them. “I offer myself to you, Master.”

  He let his arms wrap around her, let her fill his senses. She so rarely showed softness and this was all for him. It felt like the gift it was. He let his hands find her hair. So often she put it up, but for him she let it flow down her back. “I accept you, love. You understand what I mean when I say that? I mean I accept everything about you.”

  She shook her head slightly. “I don’t deserve that, Simon. I don’t. Some of the things I’ve done…”

  “You did because you were trying to survive. Darling, you didn’t have an aunt who came and brought you home twice a year. You were alone with a monster.”

  Her head tilted up. “I killed a man, Simon. I was fifteen.”

  He’d known there was something. It didn’t surprise him that it was this. The tells were all there. She was nervous around men. She’d made it to twenty-seven without trying sex. His heart ached for her, but he kept his expression soft. “He tried to rape you?”

  Her eyes filled with tears and she nodded. “He was drunk and he told me my father wouldn’t let anyone near Charlotte but I was fair game because he didn’t give a shit about me. He snuck into my room when Charlotte was gone. She’d left me with a knife and I used it.”

  Because she’d been brave. Even as a child. “I promise you if he wasn’t dead, I would kill him for you.”

  “And I would kick your brother in his non-cancerous balls for you.”

  Like he’d said, they were quite the pair. “I want to take you, Chelsea. I want you to accept me into your body and let us be lovers. Can you do that?”

  “Yes. I want you. It was a long time ago. I still see it sometimes, but I want to leave it behind me. I want to be with you.”

  He had plans to be with her forever, but he would take tonight to start with. “I’ll handle this however you want. I’ll be as gentle as you need me to be.”

  “I don’t want you gentle. I want you. And I want to serve my Master before he serves me.” She bit her bottom lip and her hands went to the straps of her gown. She let the straps drop and the gown pooled around her feet leaving her body on display.

  “God, you’re beautiful.” He knew what that had cost her. She struggled to see herself as a physical being, but he was going to make her believe she was the most gorgeous thing on the planet if it was the last thing he did. He reached out and cupped a breast. Soft and perfect in his hand. The nipple peaked immediately. “And you should be very glad you were obedient. I’m sure whoever bought you day clothes included knickers.”

  She sighed as she curved her body to his touch. Such a sensual little cat. “I wanted to, but I thought you would be opposed to them.”

  He didn’t particularly like the idea of her wearing clothes that one of Ten’s men had purchased for her. As soon as they escaped, he would buy her a new wardrobe. “Definitely opposed to them. You really look best when you’re just like this.”

  She shook her head. “I have no idea how you get me to do things I never dreamed of. Like I never thought I would beg a man to let me kiss him.”

  “You don’t have to beg.” He leaned over.

  She put a hand between them. “I wasn’t talking about your lips, Simon. I want to know how you taste, too. I want to know what it feels like to lick you and suck you. Is that good dirty talk?”

  He had trouble answering since all his available blood had just rushed to hi
s cock. “Yes, I think that will do.” She knew how to push all his buttons. Nothing got him into pure Dom mode like a sub on her knees taking his cock between her lips. It had always flipped his switch and the idea of Chelsea being the woman to do it nearly made him come then and there. But he had to take care of her. “Get on the bed. You’ll be more comfortable there.”

  Her lips turned down in a little pout. “You don’t want me to?”

  He tangled one hand in her hair and pinched her nipple with the other. Hard. “Obey me. Now. Or we’ll start this all over again. Don’t think for a second I won’t torture you all night until I get what I want.”

  It was gratifying to see her turn and hurry toward the bed.

  He made quick work of his vest and shirt. If he could dress quickly, he was a sprinter when it came to getting a suit off. He set them aside and toed out of his loafers. He glanced her way and she was sitting on the bed, her eyes wide as she watched him.

  He undid his belt and went for the zipper on his slacks, more slowly since his cock was already fighting to be free. He eased the waistband over his hips and let them drop. He stood in front of her, not giving a damn if his slacks got wrinkled. He was focused on her. And she was focused on that part of him that was aching and needy.

  “You couldn’t be built on small lines, could you?”

  “We’ll fit perfectly. I promise.” He strode to the bed, unwilling to wait a second longer. If she did that thing where she took her time and memorized him, he might explode. “Touch me. Stroke me. Use a firm grip and make me feel it.”

  She reached out and suddenly he couldn’t breathe. He was surrounded by her heat, and she seemed determined to obey his instructions. She took him firmly in hand and stroked him, her eyes watching his cock as it started to weep with pre-come.

  “Yes, being close to you gets me hard and having your hands on me makes me want to come. Don’t ever doubt for a moment that I want you.”

  She stroked him, pumping him with her small hand. “I don’t understand it, Simon, but I’ll be honest. I don’t care tonight. Tonight I just want to be with you. Tomorrow I’ll deal with all the questions.”

  He would make sure she didn’t have any questions. After tonight she would understand that they belonged together, that she didn’t have to worry about being alone because she would be with him.

  “Am I doing it right? I want to be good at it.”

  He was going to come in her hand if she didn’t stop. He pulled away because he wasn’t ready for that yet. “You’re bloody perfect, but you better understand that you only practice on me. That’s a hard limit. You’re mine.”

  The sweetest smile lit her face. “I’ll have to let all my other suitors down.”

  “Well, you’ll certainly have to tell Tennessee Smith to keep his bloody hands off you.” The next time Ten tried it, Simon would take his hands off. Permanently.

  Her smile faded. “I’m not going to sleep with Ten. I only want you, Simon. I’ve only ever wanted you.”

  He climbed on the bed, lying back and spreading his legs wide so she was in between them. His cock jutted up, almost reaching his navel. “Prove it. Lick me.”

  She couldn’t seem to meet his eyes. She was back to staring at his dick. “I’ve never done this before.”

  Yes, he’d gotten that when she’d told him she was a virgin. He hadn’t imagined she’d been giving men hummers in lieu of sex. “I’ll teach you how to suck my cock, Chelsea. Lean over and lick it.”

  She obeyed, moving to a position that had her on her hands and knees, but with the mattress beneath them, he was fairly certain she was comfortable. Tentatively, she brought her head down and her tongue came out, caressing him and making his eyes roll into the back of his head.

  “Just a little play, love. I won’t last long and I really want to get inside you. I don’t think I can go another night without sinking into you. Lick the head. Taste me.”

  She gave his cockhead a long lick, drawing that drop of pre-come into her mouth. Pure pleasure threatened to curl his toes. “You like this.”

  “Yes. I like it a lot.” It was taking everything he had to not take her hair in his hands and force her mouth down. “I’ll play sweet tonight. Later, I’ll very likely fuck your throat and it won’t be sweet or pretty. I’ll force you to take my cock deep and I’ll come straight down your throat. I’ll be rough. It’s going to be hard for me not to, but I’ll try.”

  She didn’t move from her spot, simply continued to use her tongue on him. “I want you rough. I want you every way I can have you. I want to eat you up.”

  He watched as she opened her mouth and proceeded to prove she was serious. His cockhead disappeared into her mouth, pure heat nearly burning him up. He couldn’t help it. His hands moved to her hair. Soft silky stuff. He let his fingers dive in and tangle up. “You’re going to do what I tell you, love. While we’re in bed, I’m in charge. I won’t hurt you, but I will have you. Can you trust me?”

  She kind of mumbled around his cock. He let up. He was already being rough with her and he just wanted more. Her head came up and that killer smile was back in play. “Yes, Master. I can trust you. And you taste good. I could suck your cock forever, Simon.”

  Fuck. He’d always known she would be a fierce lover if she let herself go. This was what he wanted. He didn’t want some mouse of a woman to submit to him—someone who would submit to any dominant male. He wanted to earn the submission of a strong woman. One who would only submit to him and no one else. “I’ll take you up on that.”

  He drew her head back down, bringing her lips back to his cockhead and pressing inside. So hot. So sweet. So damn good.

  Over and over she drew on him, sucking hard once she found a rhythm. She might not have sucked a cock before but she was doing it perfectly. Her tongue ran all over his flesh, making him pulse and writhe. He fisted her hair, needing more.

  “Take all of me.” He wasn’t going to be satisfied until he found that soft place at the back of her throat.

  Inch by inch, she worked her way down, taking more and more of his cock. She was methodical, even as he was being driven slowly out of his mind with lust. Every lick and swipe of her tongue brought him closer and closer to the edge.

  More. He needed more and she was going to give it to him. He pulled gently, forcing her on his dick, taking more territory, getting closer to what he really wanted.

  She hummed, the sound spreading across his flesh like a song in his soul. This was what he’d wanted with her. He’d felt this connection the moment he’d seen her, and this was the inevitable conclusion of that fateful day. Connection. Completion. He would have it finally when he took her.

  He felt it—the soft back of her throat, but if he let her go further, he would come and he wasn’t doing that tonight until he was buried inside her cunt.

  “Stop.” He tugged gently on her hair. Later, he would allow her to suck him dry, but not this first time.

  She was still sucking, still working him over and he tugged harder. Finally she came free. “But I want to finish.”

  “And I want to finish and I can’t do that until you take me inside.” The time was right. It was time to make her his, time to complete this insane journey they’d been on so they could finally start their lives together.

  * * * *

  Chelsea forced herself to breathe as she watched Simon reach for a condom. It was surreal. He was going to do it. He was rolling that condom over his big cock so he could fuck her. She would know what it meant to be Simon Weston’s lover.

  Even if it was only for a night.

  She shoved aside her guilt. It wouldn’t work in the long run, but she could give him everything she had tonight. She could close her eyes and hold on and maybe it would be enough to dream about for the rest of her life. When she was all alone in some DC hidey-hole, she would close her eyes and think about the one night where she felt loved.

  Sucking Simon’s cock had been a revelation. She’d been utterly sure she would ha
te it. It would be something she simply got through so she could get to the good stuff. She’d loved it. She’d loved how her scalp lit up when he tugged her this way or that, pulling her down so she was forced to take more of that magnificent dick inside. He’d tasted good. Clean and salty. She licked her lips just thinking about how it felt to lick the slit of his cock and know it was all for her.

  “You’re going to make me come just looking at me like that, love.”

  And she loved listening to him talk. His voice had gone deep and dark, commanding. “Theo says I look at you like you’re the only man on earth.”

  He shook his head as he finished rolling the condom on. He was on his back, his body laid out like a feast for her senses. Every muscular line was tense and ready. He stroked himself as he looked at her with hot blue eyes. “I am the only man on earth for you, and let’s not talk about Theo or any bloody Taggart. Come here, Chelsea. I want you to control the penetration.”

  He readjusted, moving his body so his back was against the headboard and he was sitting, waiting for her.

  So awkward and yet her body pulsed at the thought. He was waiting for her to climb on top. He was offering her control. With shaking hands, she moved between his legs and as gracefully as she could she straddled him. She wasn’t thinking about how she looked or moved for once. Her body suddenly wasn’t a betrayal. It was an instrument of pleasure, a way to show this man how much she cared about him, how much she loved him. She might never say the words to him, but she could give him this.

  His cock was suddenly pressed against her pussy and it was so big.

  “Kiss me.” His hands were on her torso, smoothing and easing over her skin. “Just kiss me for a minute.”