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

by Blake, Lexi

  Lonely. It was lonely. Her pussy had all the treats. He’d been terribly neglectful. It was past time to make up for his horrible favoritism.

  He let his fingers get saturated in all that sweet arousal again before letting them make their way toward that little puckered hole.

  The minute he touched her, her head came back up. He was happy she seemed to not mind the restraints because they held her tight for him.

  “Look in the mirror and tell me what you see,” he commanded.

  “Your finger is on my asshole.”

  He rimmed the tiny hole, thinking about just how tight she would be on his cock. She was going to strangle his dick. He would have to fight for every inch. “What does it feel like?”

  He pressed against her, but not into her. He let his finger run the circle.

  She shivered. “Pressure, but not pain.”

  “That’s what I want.” He let his pinky finger slide right over her entrance and pressed gently. Chelsea’s sweet hole clenched, trying to keep him out. “Don’t think you can win this war, love. I’ll get in there. I’ll claim that territory. It’s going to be mine.”

  “It would be so much easier if you let me turn over.” She panted a bit as he pressed further.

  Easier, but not so much fun. “I want to look into your eyes when I take you. I want to know I’m not hurting you. I want to see them widen when my cock surges inside.”

  She clenched again, this time around his finger. “What if I don’t like it?”

  “Then I’ll stop.” But she would. She’d responded beautifully to everything he’d given her. He pressed in again, loving the way she began to flower open for him. He watched carefully, examining the way the little hole blossomed.

  He caught her eyes. She was watching in the mirror, her skin flushed a pretty pink and her nipples standing at attention. She liked to watch, the dirty girl. That was just the way he wanted her. There should be no barriers, no room for silly embarrassment between them. They should be able to explore their sexuality in whatever form it took. That was true intimacy—no walls between them.

  No job that would take her away from him. She could tell him she loved him, but the distance would do its work. He wasn’t a fool.

  “Don’t move, love. I need to clean up.” He rolled off the bed, striding to the bathroom.

  He washed his hands and then looked at the man in the mirror. He’d forced Chelsea to stare at herself in the mirror, but he barely recognized the man he saw. He was used to seeing a cultured man with a civilized mask. The man who looked back at him was primal, barely leashed. He couldn’t wear that damn mask around her, couldn’t hide who he was.

  He wore that bloody mask too often. He’d worn it since the moment he realized it only mattered what people saw.

  Chelsea was the first woman to see past his outer trappings. She’d seen the violent predator underneath his placid façade and she wasn’t scared. No, she wanted him.

  He shoved his slacks off, freeing his cock. He didn’t need clothes around her. He’d keep them both naked for as long as he could, fucking her over and over again as though he could imprint himself on her.

  He stalked back into the bedroom and there she was, laid out for him, every inch of her on glorious display. She was tied down for his fucking pleasure and he meant to take it.

  But he was a kind Master. He had plans for her. He wasn’t going to just leave her little pussy alone. No. He had plans to fill her up.

  “God, you’re beautiful.” Her lips curved up. “I can call you that, right? Or should I say handsome?”

  “You can call me anything you like, love, as long as you let me shove my cock up your pretty backside.” His cock strained, standing up and pulsing, but Simon was determined to do this the right way and that meant torturing his sub for a while.

  He picked up the plug and lubed it thoroughly before placing it against her hole. It was bigger than the one she’d worn on the plane, but she’d handled it so beautifully he wasn’t worried. She could take him. She would open for him and take him deep inside.

  He rimmed her with the plug and though she clenched at first, she took a long breath and relaxed. The plug slid in easily. He fucked her with it for a moment, watching the plug sink into her body and then pulling it almost all the way back out.

  He looked up and she was staring down at him, her arms still tied to the bed. She clenched around the ropes, her hands making fists.

  “Tell me how it feels,” he said.

  “Like you’re inside me. I want more. I want to feel you and not that plug.”

  He had something else he wanted her to feel. He picked up the vibe he’d bought in the hopes one day he’d be able to use it for just this purpose. It was a little U-shaped device that started humming the minute he pressed the button. One side was meant to sit on her clit and the other to slide up inside her body and stimulate her G-spot. She didn’t need lube for the vibe. Her pussy was soaking wet. He slipped the humming vibe in her cunt and then settled the outer piece over her clit.

  “Simon!” She nearly shouted his name. “Oh, my god.”

  Her body was vibrating, her hands so tight around the rope.

  “Don’t lose my plug or I’ll take the vibe out and we’ll start again with a nice long spanking.” He prayed she took it seriously. He didn’t want to start over. He was minutes from being where he wanted to be.

  “I won’t. Oh, oh.” Her body shook as she came again. “It feels so good.”

  He bet it did. He was stimulating every nerve she had in her pelvis. He wanted her relaxed and ready for him. He wanted to make her crave his cock in her every hole, to miss it when they were apart. He climbed on the bed, straddling her torso. “Suck me.”

  Her head came up and her tongue licked along his cock. She showed no signs that his weight bothered her. Her eyes were on his cock as she sucked the head, running her little tongue over the weeping slit of his dick.

  She hummed along his skin, licking and sucking as her eyes rolled back and her body clenched again.

  Yes, he could feel her orgasm through the moans and groans that vibrated against his skin.

  Her tongue whirled around his cock as she sucked him hard, her eyes steady on his. She was open and vulnerable. He’d never dreamed she would let him in with such sweet invitation. He let his head fall back and gave over to the sensation of her mouth sucking him down. Servicing him. He would be her slave in their daily life, working to make sure she had everything she could want, but here, oh, here, he was the Master and she the sweetest sub imaginable.

  She sucked him deep. He opened his eyes and watched as those lips of hers moved across his dick.

  He wasn’t going to last long if he let her go much further. “Stop, love.”

  She gave him one last drag and then a shaky smile. “Simon, the vibe is killing me. I don’t know how much more I can take. Oh, my god.”

  Sweet torture. “Let me give you something to take your mind off endless orgasms.”

  He leaned over and worked on the tie that bound her right hand.

  “I’m okay. I don’t need to be set free,” she said, her arm dropping.

  He freed her second arm. “It’s for me. I want you to touch me.”

  He needed more than just her tied up. He needed her hands on him, stroking his skin, reminding him she wanted him, too. He wanted her arms around him when he took her. If he had forever, he’d tie her up and down and any way that would bring them both pleasure, but he likely only had tonight and he wanted to be surrounded by her. The memory of her clinging to him would be something he held on to.

  He moved off the bed, grabbing the lube and slicking up his cock before removing the mirror and taking its place between her legs.

  He was shocked at how his hands were shaking. Never had he wanted anything as badly as he wanted her.

  She looked up at him, a quizzical expression on her face that rapidly softened, and then she was reaching for him. “I want you, Simon. Oh, wow, that still feels a
mazing. Simon, I want you. Please come inside me. I want you to be my first in every way. I love you.”

  Her first. He wanted to be her last. He leaned over and kissed her, his lips brushing hers in an oddly sweet kiss before he got to his knees and gently eased the plug out. He watched as she tried to clench down, unconsciously trying to keep the plug inside.

  He had something else to give her. He pressed his dick to the little rosette of her arse. It was still slightly open from the plug and he took advantage, pushing in until his cockhead was inside.

  So hot. His heart rate tripled and the pleasure nearly sent his eyes rolling in the back of his head.

  Chelsea reached for him. “Damn it, you just have to be bigger than the plug.”

  He couldn’t help but chuckle. She did this to him. Only Chelsea Dennis, of all the women he’d ever met, could take him out of himself with just a few words. “It’s going to get better, love. I promise. So much fucking better.”

  He pressed in, feeling the drag of that damn vibe on his dick. God, no wonder she’d come twice since he’d put the damn thing in her. It tightened her up, but worse, he could feel the vibrations all along his cock.

  “You like that.” Chelsea was grinning up at him. Yes, this was why he’d chosen this position. He wanted to look at her, be joined with her in more than just the physical.

  “I love it.” I love you. He wouldn’t give her that because she was leaving, but it didn’t make it any less true. He pressed forward, gaining ground. Her asshole clenched around him, the feeling making his heart pound.

  He thrust in and pulled out, trying to give her time to get used to his size, but she moved her pelvis. He slid in, almost to his balls. So tight. So perfect.

  “It’s killing me,” Chelsea breathed. Her hands were on his waist, nails starting to dig in.

  “Just wait.” He pressed in ruthlessly. They hadn’t gotten to the really good part yet. He wanted to watch her when he showed her exactly how good it could be. Every inch he gained seemed to go straight to his balls, tightening them up and readying them to go off. To give her his come. It was only right because it was hers. It fucking belonged to her.

  He settled in, his balls finally caressing the globes of her backside. He couldn’t go any further. She’d taken every inch of him. He held himself there for one moment, enjoying the feel of being as deep as he could go. He reached out and touched her breasts, tweaking her nipples so she gasped and squirmed on his dick.

  “Hold still,” he commanded. He needed a minute, too. She was too tight and the feel of the vibe threatened to unman him, but he was determined that she would come again. He wanted to feel her come, watch her.

  “It’s too much.” Her jaw tightened.

  “Give me a second.” He started to pull out, slowly so she would have the chance to feel it.

  Her eyes widened, rounding out, and her mouth opened. “What is that?”

  “That’s why you let me do this to you, love. That’s what this is supposed to do.” He went slowly until he was almost out and then slammed back in. He found his rhythm, one sure to make her crazy. He thrust in and dragged out and then pounded in again, making sure to grind against that vibe on her clit.

  She spread her legs as far as she could, shoving her pelvis up and fighting to keep him inside.

  He let go. He wouldn’t last long, but he could feel her getting ready to go off again. Her whole body convulsed around his and he couldn’t hold out a moment longer. His balls tightened and he dove in one last time. Her arsehole closed on his cock and he shot off in seemingly endless streams of come. Pure pleasure jetted through him, and he was more connected to her in that moment than he’d ever been to another human being in his life.

  He slipped out of her body and let himself go limp. Every ounce of energy had been drained and a sweet pulse was pounding through his system. His head found her breast and he let himself lie there.

  And then remembered how being caged bothered her. He started to push himself off, but her arms came around him, holding him tight.

  “Don’t go. I like it. I like being close to you,” she whispered as her arms wound around his body.

  Don’t go. He wouldn’t ever go, but he didn’t have the choice. He sighed and let himself relax. “I’m not done with you.”

  She chuckled a bit. “I wouldn’t dream that you were, Master.”

  He wouldn’t be done until the second she walked out, and even then he feared he would never stop loving her.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chelsea wished Simon would look at her. Since they’d sat down for breakfast, he’d completely ignored her. He was busy staring at a paper she wasn’t entirely sure he could read. Did he speak Italian? Or was he just avoiding her?

  “Could I have the butter?” Surely he would have to look up to pass her the butter.

  Nope. He was far more graceful than that. His eyes never left the paper in front of him as he passed her the small dish. “There you go.”

  She took it and set it down because she’d lost her damn appetite. He was utterly maddening. He’d made love to her the night before over and over again like he couldn’t breathe if he wasn’t on top of her. He’d taken her pussy and her mouth and god, he’d taken her ass. She’d never felt closer to another human being than she’d been to Simon in that moment. She couldn’t have imagined how amazing that had felt.

  Though she was a little sore this morning and the man who’d made her that way had gotten up and been all dressed and perfectly pressed and right back to his British reserve. Her passionate lover had been replaced with a man who seemingly had no interest in her at all.

  Maybe honesty would shake him up. “Could you pass me a bag of frozen peas?”

  His eyes finally met hers. “What? What on earth do you want with frozen peas at this time of the morning?”

  Apparently the Brits weren’t big on anal sex aftercare. “My anus is swollen because someone shoved an extra-large rod up my butt.”

  His lips started to curl and then a calculating look came over his face. “You’re sore. You should stay here today. I’ll get you an ice pack. If you’re sore, you can’t run the way you should.”

  She couldn’t help the growl that came out of her throat. “I can’t run the way I should period. The state of my backside is meaningless. We’re not putting the op off. I was just trying to get you to talk to me about last night.”

  And he was right back on the paper. He flipped it over. “What about last night? It’s inevitable you’re going to be a bit sore your first time. I’m sorry about that.”

  He was so frustrating. “I’m not sorry. I get the sore part. You’re a big guy. That’s not what I’m really talking about. I’m trying in my not so subtle way to have a relationship talk. I want to know if last night was real.” She had no other way to ask except the obvious. She didn’t want to, but she was supposed to be working on honesty. “Do you love me, Simon? I told you I love you.”

  She’d gotten utter silence back from him. His body had made promises though. His body had worshipped hers. That had to mean something.

  “You say you love me, but you’re still going to work for Ten.” He took a sip of his coffee. Apparently tea was for afternoons. His brows had climbed in a way that made the question really more of an accusation.

  “I told you why I want to do that. I don’t have a place here. Ian doesn’t need me.” She had to find a way to make him understand.

  He sighed as though dismissing the entire conversation. “You’ll do what you need to do. I’ll do what I need to do.”

  “What does that mean?” She really wanted to halt the conversation all together. It would be so much easier to retreat, to act like the night before had meant nothing to her. She could pull her armor around her and go right back into her safe little shell, but she was so sick of that shell. It was lonely in there and being a coward proved she hadn’t changed. “Simon, I really don’t understand what’s going on. Could you please tell me? I’m not asking to be
a bitch. I’m asking because I’m really confused. You said you wanted me.”

  “I did. I do. We’re quite compatible in bed.”

  She let a moment go by, waiting for him to say something more. He sipped his coffee and ate his toast.

  She needed to know once and for all. “What happens when I get this package and we neutralize the threat?”

  “You go your way and I’ll go mine.” He sat back and sighed a little as though the whole conversation was really boring him. “Our contract is over the minute the op ends.”

  She nodded and stood. It was time to walk away. He’d wanted her and he’d had her, and apparently that was enough for him. She would go and get cleaned up and dressed and she wouldn’t sleep with him again. It hurt too much when she loved him and apparently he didn’t even like her anymore. She’d done her best and it hadn’t been good enough. All that was between them now was that stupid contract.

  She stopped at the doorway, the words coming out of her mouth before she could think to call them back. “What did I do wrong?”

  “Excuse me?”

  In for a penny… “I’d like to know what I did wrong. I’m not good with relationships so I don’t really get why you don’t like me anymore. Could you just tell me what all this was about? I promise I won’t yell or throw a fit no matter what you say. I just…I would rather know.”

  His jaw tightened. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

  “Why did you pursue me if you didn’t really want me then? If I didn’t do something wrong. Was it a game for you?”

  “I don’t play bloody games and I don’t like the one you’re playing right now. What else do you want from me, Chelsea? I’ve given you everything. I’ve allowed myself to look like a fool over you.”

  “So you are mad at me?” She felt like she had whiplash and she felt like she was twelve again and trying to figure out why a man who should love her suddenly didn’t.

  Let it go. Let that go and see Simon for who he is. Nothing in your life is going to work if you can’t let go of what that monster did to you. He wins every time you push someone away.