Drew arched a brow and stared down the bridge of his nose.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she said, some play in her tone.
“You write acclaimed true crime stories because you have a way of staying right on the realm of the drama set to unfold in your books.”
“You can say that again,” Crue remarked. “Do you want to tell him the rest of it or can I have the floor?”
Drew shifted his hips. With the sizeable bulge underneath her bottom, Suzy ended up slightly sidetracked. She felt her skin heat and quickly looked away from Crue who was smiling as if he knew exactly what was going on in the seat next to him.
“I’ll make it easy on ya,” Crue said, whipping the van onto the interstate. “Your woman here has been taking notes on the Unit. Brock had tailed her for a while when you were out of the country for that fetish convention.”
“What fetish convention?” she asked, willing the green-eyed monster back to his proverbial corner.
“What notes on the Unit?” Drew arched a brow.
“I’m writing a manuscript.”
“I thought the damn husband made you quit writing.”
“He’s the damn ex-husband, and no, he took enough from me. I wouldn’t let him have my career, too.”
“So you’re writing about the Unit?”
“Yes,” she replied cautiously, unable to gauge how he felt about that.
Crue and Drew exchanged this peculiar glance. Crue was the first to speak. “I’ve already talked to Donovan about it.”
“What’d he say?”
“He’s not against it. There are some confidentiality agreements you’ll have to sign, but other than that, you should be good.”
In that case, she wouldn’t raise hell about the obvious—Crue Candy had shadowed her. He’d followed her. In many ways, he’d been her protector, too. She’d had her very own bodyguard and hadn’t even realized it until he gave himself away.
Drew smiled. “Looks like everything is falling into place for you now.”
“Amazing what happens when a woman starts keeping better company.”
“Psht!” Crue laughed. “If you want to rub shoulders with better company, you’re definitely looking at the wrong guy. Damn man barely talks at all.”
She placed a kiss upon Drew’s lips. “I have a feeling that’s all about to change.”
Chapter Sixteen
If intimate whispers were a form of communication, then Suzy would stay awake all night talking about life’s pleasures. Drew blew a stream of hot air against her clit, using his broad shoulders to wedge himself between her legs.
In a matter of seconds, his tongue thrust inside her channel and he didn’t ease his way into the feast. Oh no. He pulled up a chair, sat down to his meal, and just dug right in, elbows on the table and all.
Her body shot off the bed and he slammed his arm against her upper legs, fluttering his tongue inside her pussy as he pleasured and pampered her. She longed to wrap her hand around his cock. Her fingers burned as she willed him to let her touch him.
Drawing back, he dragged firm digits through her folds and looked down on her as if he were planning his next oral assault, studying the best way to approach, the most advantageous way to attack his target.
“Master Drew,” she crooned, stretching her arm forward. “Let me touch you.”
“Not yet.” He smacked her hand away and paddled her pussy, slapping her bare mound with an open palm.
Shards of pure pleasure propelled through her system. Her pussy wept in response. Gentle tremors rocked through her body. Her legs shook. She reveled in the responses, the electrifying spasms.
“So she likes to have her pussy spanked,” Drew rasped, moistening his lips.
“Yes, Sir.”
He knew damn well what she enjoyed. When they’d been together, truly been inseparable, he’d taught her to appreciate the finer things in life. He’d given her pleasurable lessons in Domination and submission. He’d trained her, shown her the importance of using safe words and experimenting with new ideas and techniques until she learned what she liked and what she didn’t.
He smacked her pussy again. This time, he leveled three fingers against her mound. Quick and precise, he swatted her several times. “Tell me what brings you satisfaction.”
She writhed and bucked. Her body rolled to one side and then the other. “You. Only you.”
He came to his knees. Throwing one leg over hers, he positioned himself at an angle, his cock parallel to her hip.
“Sit up, sub.”
Complying, she rubbed her lips together. A speckle of his excitement topped his cock. She imagined her head bouncing over him, her mouth sucking at the tender crest as she took him to her throat, humming against his size.
Pulling his shaft, Master Drew said, “What do you need right now, sub?”
“I told you. I need you.”
“What do you want from me?” His husky voice left her nipples throbbing for his attention, longing for a simple kiss.
“I need to give you head.”
Stilling then, he brought his cock to her lips, dragging his dickhead around the shape of her mouth. Bringing him pleasure wouldn’t take much. She could give him one hell of a blowjob, drag her fingers up and down his scrotum and inevitably cause a mighty explosion. He possessed a familiar look then, that all-male presence she admired so, the one destined to let a woman know she alone had turned him on, she alone had the power to make or break him.
She’d settle for shattering his control and leaving him defenseless.
Master Drew placed his large palm on the back of her head and guided her closer to his cock. Opening wide, she accepted his length. She looped her tongue around his shaft and pulled him to her throat.
“There you go, baby,” he drawled. “Show me what you can do.”
Oh she’d show him all right. If bringing him joy took all night, she’d make sure Master Drew realized who satisfied him, who inevitably had healed his heart and restored his soul. By the time she was done with her Dom, he would know only one woman owned his heart, only one woman had earned his love.
Through her submission, she would make him understand. Separately, they were just ordinary individuals, but together? They made an extraordinary couple. They could overcome adversity and face anything that came their way.
“Now,” he muttered, retreating.
She glanced up at him. Noting his hooded eyes and the deeper dimple in his right cheek, she took hold of his cock and thinned her lips over his moistened slit. Without much of a warning, he pushed the weight of his cock forward, nudging his way through her barely separated lips.
Greedily, she consumed him. She went at his cock like she’d waited days, months, and even years, to please him again. She’d been patient all right. She’d waited long enough.
Sucking him to her throat, she fluttered her tongue along the ridges defining his size. His body jerked once, twice, three times and he grabbed the back of her head, pulling her away from him. “I don’t want to come yet.”
Licking her lips, she batted her eyelashes. He cocked his head and backed away from her, ever so slightly, wise with understanding.
Before he made a clean break, she made a split decision. Giving him pleasure, even if it meant going against him and facing her punishment, would be the highlight of her day, a reward she’d earned even if she had to show some defiance to enjoy the experience.
Slapping her hands against his bottom, she grabbed hold of him and sucked his cock straight down her throat.
“Ah damn!” he screamed, immediately weaving his hand through her hair and holding her against his groin.
She sucked and licked, gently pulling at the skin on his sac as she willed him to come. Humming against his size, she didn’t stop bobbing her head. She worked after his pleasure as he resisted her, and seemingly refused to give her exactly what she needed.
In that moment, she knew he was slowly slipping away and the Dom within him was rising
to the fore. He would give her most anything she desired, but he would not relinquish his control.
* * * *
An hour later, she was bottoms-up on a spanking bench. He’d called down to the club and asked for a flogger and the nifty piece of furniture she was now bent over.
Standing beside her, he untangled the leather straps on the end of the fancy flogger. “When I tell you to do something, you do it.”
“I know, Master. I just wanted to bring you pleasure.” She eyed the leather wraps at the end of the flogger, realizing this wasn’t a spanking meant to reward her. This whipping was designed to teach her a lesson.
Grabbing a handful of hair, Drew pulled her head back and kissed her lips. “I love you. Remember that.”
And before she knew what struck her, twelve rosebuds pounded against her flesh. The thrashing was brutal as he struck her once, twice, three times.
“Master Drew!”
“Your safe word is red,” he reminded her.
She didn’t need him to jog her memory. When she’d been a young submissive, she’d abused the power the safe word had instilled in her. Now, however, she wanted to show him how well she responded to the pain and pleasure, the punishments and rewards.
“There’s a reason I need you to mind me,” he said, striking her again.
Her bottom burned. Her pussy was on fire. Her breasts were heavy and she longed to fuck! She didn’t give a shit about his reasons then. She wanted to please him. She’d tried to satisfy him. So okay…she’d made a mistake! Lesson learned.
She hadn’t asked for permission. Now, she’d pay the price. The punishment was deserved, but the rewards would be great.
Wallop! Wallop! Wallop!
The rewards would come if she could just…hang…on!
He flogged her again. Her bottom was scorched. She felt as if he were ripping the skin right off her ass.
“Red!” she screamed, her hands trembling as she bowed her head, disappointed because she had used her safe word after all.
Trembling from head to toe, she cried out as he placed healing cream on her globes and massaged her ultrasensitive skin. “Why didn’t you stop me?”
“I wanted to prove to you…I wanted you to know.”
He moved around her and tilted her chin to his. “What do you want me to know, sub?”
“That there’s nothing more important than pleasing you. If my punishment brings you pleasure, then spank me. Flog me. Do whatever you need to do. Then, just love me. Master Drew, all I want is love from you.”
Tossing aside the flogger, his eyes filled with tears. And for the first time, in all the time that she’d known him, he grabbed hold of her and let go of the pain, of the anguish that had likely kept him away from her for nearly two years.
“I need to hold you, sub. Let me just love you through the night.”
Chapter Seventeen
Drew had finally mourned. Three years to the day and he’d finally mourned his loss and avenged the deaths of those close to him.
Taking Suzy in his arms, he carried his beautiful submissive to the sofa. He needed her. He wanted her more than he’d ever longed for retribution and yet he couldn’t explain the vast differences between the two. The cravings for one were just as bad as the other.
Dragging her body over his, he stared up at her, admiring her slender features, her perfectly toned body. “You’re my heart.”
“I know,” she whispered, mounting him.
Her tight wet cunt swallowed him one inch at a time. He moaned as he worked his hips from right to left, trying to stretch her, doing what he could to hang on to his last bit of control.
She raked her nails across his chest. “I’ll do whatever you need.”
Looping his arm around her upper body, he brought her forward and kissed her. “Then take me like you want me. Let’s just get wild together, sub.”
Her pussy closed around him and she started to move. Her pelvic pressure was nearly his undoing. She gyrated one way and then another, erotically dancing with each of his strokes.
“Ride me, sub,” he said. “Lock your hands behind your head and just fuck me.”
Clasping her hands behind her, she swung her body into full motion, swaying to the left and then to the right. She jolted forward and back, side to side, and up and down. She was mesmerizing, completely and utterly spellbinding as he gave her the control she’d previously sought.
“You’re mine,” he told her, sitting upright. Fastening her legs around his waist then, he threw his arm behind him and pumped his bottom away from the bed, using his flattened feet to hoist his lower half forward.
“Yours,” she agreed.
“Never let me go,” he whispered against her neck.
He hammered inside her and she leaned back, forcing him to catch her. He supported her hips and used their position to look down on their connection, watching as his cock slipped in and out of her cunt.
“Ah, sub, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful, so hot.”
“Tell me,” she crooned, her hands flattening against the bed as she leaned back even further. “Please, Master Drew.”
As the nipple piercings jiggled, his mouth watered. He pulled her forward and dropped his head to her chest, lavishing her with his affection. “I love you, sub. You and only you, I love you.”
Her back bowed and her legs widened. “Can I come, Master Drew?”
“Like always,” he rasped. “I’m waiting on you.”
* * * *
Hours later they were sprawled across the floor cuddling next to the fireplace, a fireplace he’d never used and yet now, in the dead of summer, he found the best reason in the world to light the logs.
“Amazing what a little romance will do for the soul,” he said, pulling her against his chest.
He could feel her smile forming against his skin. He tickled her back, slowly caressing the shape of her shoulder blades and kissing her forehead every few minutes or so.
Finally, she looked up at him and asked the question he’d been expecting. “When did you know you loved me?”
He chuckled. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Try me,” she encouraged him, reaching for his cock. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Did you ask for permission to touch me, sub?” He rolled over her. Staring into those warm eyes, he couldn’t help but lose another piece of his heart.
“Can I touch you?” she asked. “Please, Master?”
“No, sub,” he replied, bringing her hands to his lips. He left pecks on each of her ten fingers. Without thinking, he soon added, “Love, sex, and lust make for a mean margarita when the feelings are reciprocated, but when they’re not? A man settles for sex on the beach and while it’s sweet and tantalizing, it never quite packs the same punch. He might walk away drunk on lust, but it’s not quite the same feeling as being under the influence of one woman, completely inebriated and high on the love that she alone can give him.”
“You’re pretty good. You know that?”
“You can use that one in your book.”
She laughed. “I write true crime, not romance.”
“You need to write both.”
“You think so?”
“Considering the lives we lead, you’ll have plenty of true crime and romance in your life to write from a voice of experience. There’s no telling what you’ll be able to accomplish.”
“Oh I don’t know,” she drawled. “Experience comes through trial and error.”
“What are you suggesting…that we didn’t get it right the first time?”
“We didn’t get it right the first time, Master Drew, but you weren’t ready for love. You weren’t ready for me.”
“And now? Do you think I’m ready now?”
“You tell me.”
Rising then to his feet, he immediately dropped to one knee. Taking her hand in his, he said, “If I don’t do this now, I never will. We’ll shop for rings tomorrow if you’ll just say yes tonig
ht. Say yes, sub. Be my wife. Love me. Hold me. Share memories with me.”
“Master Drew,” she whispered.
“There’s only a one-word answer here.” He watched her carefully then, half-afraid she might turn him down, tell him she wasn’t ready, or make some sort of excuse. He would deserve it if she rejected him. After everything he’d put her through, he wouldn’t blame her if she said no.
Her eyes filled with tears and she finally nodded.
“One word,” he reminded her. “Just say it. Utter it. Mouth it. Hell, I don’t care. Just tell me you’ll be mine.”
“I’m already yours, Master Drew, and becoming your wife will be the greatest honor of my life.”
Epilogue
One Week Later
“So you’re thinking you might tie the knot?” Manny asked, tossing his bags in the back of the limo.
Scott Zelmore followed suit. “That’s why he gave her a ring, dumbass.”
Ignoring Scott, Manny faced Drew wearing a mischievous smile. “Just tell me you won’t do the whole Elvis wedding thing out here. I mean give the girl a proper wedding, one she can later write about, if she’s so inclined.”
Scott threw his arms over the open car door. “Don’t let him fool you. Your girl, as he calls her, has been working on him a bit. She wants one of those big church weddings with everyone present—her mom and dad, your brothers and sister-in-law, and—”
“And the guys from the Underground Unit, at least those who aren’t on assignment,” Manny interrupted him.
“She’ll have whatever she wants,” Drew assured them, though he wasn’t thinking about the wedding plans then.
“So what’s eating at you?” Manny asked, frowning.
“The one that got away,” Drew replied honestly. “Any word on Esparza’s son?”
Manny shook his head. “Intelligence we gathered from the Esparza organization suggests he’s not exactly considered the one who got away. He’s the one who fled the country because he was afraid of his own shadow.”
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