Hard to Serve: A Hard Ink Novella

by Laura Kaye

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, her voice reverent. And it slayed him, it really did. Because this meant as much to her as it did to him. Everything.

  “But for tonight, I will just ask, will you be mine, Mia Breslin? Body, heart, and soul? Look at me.”

  She did, and her eyes were bright with tears. “Yes, Sir. I promise. Body, heart, and soul.”

  “And I promise, in return, that I will be just as fully yours. Will you wear my collar?” His body was strung tight in anticipation of seeing it on her.

  “Yes, Sir. It would be an honor.”

  He held it down in front of her mouth, and without him having to ask, Mia leaned forward and pressed her lips to the heart. The beauty of her submission nearly took him to his knees.

  Kyler came behind her and draped the choker around her neck, and then he clicked it shut. He didn’t lock it, not tonight, because that was a layer of commitment he wanted to save for when they’d worked everything out. But knowing the chain was unlocked took absolutely nothing away from seeing her wear his collar. He turned the chain so that the diamond heart hung just below the hollow of her throat. Standing in front of her, emotion made his chest feel too small to contain his heart. How had he gotten so lucky? Because he never thought he’d shed his solitude, let alone find love. Love with an amazing woman who accepted him, mistakes and fuck-ups and all.

  “Beautiful Mia,” he said. He took her hands and helped her rise. And then he got undressed too, until they were naked standing before one another. Naked except for her collar and the new bandage over his ribs, the parts of themselves they’d given to each other. “Sleep with me? I want you in my arms.”

  They crawled into bed together, her back pressed to his front, their legs intertwined. His cock was hard and arousal flooded through him, but Kyler just wanted to hold her in this perfect moment of calm and peace and belonging.

  He thought sleeping with someone else might be odd or hard to adjust to. But her warmth and her touch lulled him and relaxed him in a way he’d never before experienced. He just hoped to God this wasn’t all a dream. He just hoped that Mia was his. For keeps.

  * * * *

  Sunlight against her eyelids woke Mia slowly, but the moment the fog of sleep lifted from her brain, she gasped.

  “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Kyler said, leaning up on an elbow behind her, his fingers stroking over her collar. “I’ve got you.”

  “Did last night really happen?” she asked, absolutely awed at how Kyler had put himself out there, at the words he’d given her, at the cool weight of his collar around her neck. Last night had given her some of the best moments of her entire life.

  “It did.” He kissed her shoulder. Her neck. Her ear. His kisses awakened other parts of her body, too. “You still own me completely.”

  “God, Kyler. I feel the same way.” She looked up at him, and he claimed her mouth. His hand held her face, his cock swelling against her ass. She ground back against him, need flooding her body.

  He rocked against her. “Do you need me, baby?” His hand stroked down her body and pushed her top thigh back over his legs, opening her core to his touch. “Do you need me the way I need you?”

  “Yes,” she moaned as his hand slipped into the slickness between her lips.

  “Feel that pussy, Mia. So wet. Is all this for me?” He pushed a finger deep inside her.

  “All for you, Master,” she said.

  Kyler groaned. “That sounds so fucking good. I want you to scream it when you come,” he said. His bottom arm slid under her neck and caught her in a chokehold, while he pushed a second finger inside her and fucked her with his hand, the pads of his fingers stroking her G-spot and making her wetter and wetter. “Play with your clit, Mia.”

  Mia’s fingers fell into the wetness Kyler was drawing out from her. She pressed hard circles over her clit and moaned at the overload of sensation. His grip tightened around her throat, and she rasped in a breath, loving the burn. Need and affection coiled hard and fast inside her, settling between her legs and threatening to explode her apart into a million pieces. “Oh, fuck,” she whispered.

  “What are you going to say when you come?” he gritted out.

  “All…for…you, Master,” she managed, her voice strained by the way his arm squeezed her throat. “All for you, Master.” He fucked her harder with his hand, his fingers stroking and stroking that dizzying place inside her until she felt an urgent outward pressure building, building. “All for you, Master,” she said again, her voice barely audible. He added a third finger and curled them inside her. Mia unleashed a strangled, strained scream, “AllforyouMaster!”

  Her whole body bowed on the orgasm and her pussy clenched so hard that her come ran onto her thigh and slid between her cheeks. Her body thrashed and twitched, the release going on and on before finally ebbing away.

  “Jesus Christ,” Kyler said, shoving her knees up and her shoulders forward, pushing her into a ball. “Have to get inside you.”

  And then his tip was right there and sliding deep.

  He froze. “Fuck. Condom.”

  Her hand grabbed his hip, hard. “Don’t leave me,” she said. “We’re both clean. I’m on birth control. Don’t leave me.”

  “You want my come inside you, baby?” His voice was gritty and so full of sex it made her pussy fist his cock in an aftershock of her orgasm.

  “Want all of you, Master. Please.”

  “Then you’ll have me,” he said, gripping her hip and driving balls deep. They both shouted, and then Kyler was drilling into her, going deeper than any man ever had before, his cock filling her pussy, his hand sliding up to her throat, his collar circling her neck. Nothing could be better than this.

  He rolled them so that he was on top, his weight pressing her stomach into the mattress. “I want all of you, too,” he growled. Shifting up, his right hand still gripping her throat, the thumb of his other hand lightly caressed her anus. “I want this, Mia.” He sucked noisily for a second, and then his wet thumb pressed against her back hole, pushed in a little, and then a little more.

  Mia groaned and arched her back, the invasion making her hotter even though it was uncomfortable.

  “That’s a tight fucking asshole.” He pushed his thumb deeper, his thick knuckle popping past the ring of muscle. He fucked her ass in shallow strokes until he could work his finger deeper, until he was in up to his second knuckle. It burned so brightly, so painfully, so good, and made her feel fuller than she’d ever been in her life. “We’ll have to talk about double penetration, won’t we?” His breath was hot and urgent in her ear. “About all the ways we might be able to fulfill your fantasies. Every single one.”

  “Oh, Kyler,” she rasped, overwhelmed by his actions and his words and everything she felt for him.

  “Gonna spend every day driving you wild, Mia. Making you come and scream my name.” His thumb and his cock both sank deep.

  Mia screamed in pleasure. Suddenly, being filled in both holes was too much, not enough, everything. She came in an unexpected burst of sensation, her body writhing beneath him as she moaned.

  “Yes, Mia. Yes.” He gripped her by the back of her neck and slammed his cock into her pussy, once again alternating his strokes with those of his thumb in her ass. She wanted more there, but it overwhelmed her, too. “Arch your back and hold your cheeks spread.”

  Mia shifted on a groan, his cock battering her G-spot every time he bottomed out now, his thumb moving faster. Without warning, he withdrew from her ass. Mia shouted and arched harder, and then his weight came down on her, his body covering hers.

  “Come again, baby. Come again,” he gritted out, one hand fisting in her hair, the other gripping the front of her throat. Hard.

  That was all it took. “Master,” she cried, her whole body shuddering as her core spasmed, the release smaller this time, but she was so sensitive that it felt every bit as intense.

  When her body calmed, Kyler eased out of her and rolled her onto her back. And then he settle
d between her thighs, his length easily sliding deep. He cradled her head in his hands, his cock moving inside her slow and easy as he looked deep into her eyes.

  “My sweet girl,” he said, his expression intense, his body trembling, an edge to his tone despite the tenderness of his words.

  “Me and you,” she said, squeezing her legs around him. “I love you, Kyler.”

  His face crumpled as his whole body went taut. His mouth dropped open on a silent shout, and then he was coming and groaning and fucking her in a series of punctuated thrusts. It was one of the sexiest things she’d ever seen, the face of a big, strong man, falling apart. Because of her.

  Their bodies calming, Kyler stroked his hand over her hair. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Mia. Hands down. My whole life.”

  She couldn’t help the wetness at the corners of her eyes. She’d never heard words spoken with more conviction. “Yeah? Well, then I hope this blissful, perfect moment is the worst one we ever have.”

  “Amen to that,” he said, smiling. And then his expression grew serious. “I’m not always an easy man, and I know that. And I’m going to make mistakes. Sometimes, I’ll probably be fucking hard to serve.”

  She chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’ll be a brat just to even us out.”

  He grinned. And then he stroked his fingers over his collar where it laid around her neck. “But I also promise to take care of you and to love you and to always be true. The rest we’ll figure out together.”

  “I promise that, too,” she said. As she stared into Kyler’s eyes, Mia was so grateful that she’d taken a chance and gone to Blasphemy that night all those weeks ago because for the first time in her life, there wasn’t a single thing more she wanted. She’d taken a chance at living deliberately, living deeply, and sucking out all the marrow of life, just like Dani said. And it had brought Mia more than she’d ever hoped.

  It had brought her everything.

  Everything in the form of a good man promising her his body, his heart, and his soul, and committed to taking care of hers in return. It seemed to Mia that if you had that kind of partner, that kind of companion, and that kind of love in life, you had it all.

  * * * *

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  “So much better out here,” Haven said, the night air cool against the tingling warmth of her skin. Although she was pretty sure that not all of the heat burning through her insides was from the alcohol—her unusual flirtatiousness and closeness to Dare over the past half hour had made her desperate with a heat that had nothing to do with her drinking game.

  She walked to the railing and leaned against it, chuckling a little at herself for needing the support it offered. She felt so damn free, and it was a heady, exhilarating thing.

  “What’s funny?” Dare asked, settling a hip against the railing right beside her. Arms crossed, jaw ticking with tension, dark eyes blazing, he was staring at her like he wanted to reprimand her or devour her. Oddly, neither alarmed her the way she would’ve expected it to.

  Haven shook her head, leaning it back and letting her gaze float over the night sky. Blurry points of light swam in the moonlit heavens. It was beautifu
l and peaceful despite the pounding bass beat of music thumping from inside the clubhouse. “Not funny, just good. Happy, you know? Being able to do something a little... scary, but knowing I’d be safe doing it.” When Dare’s gaze narrowed, she shrugged. “I don’t know.”

  A long moment passed before Dare finally spoke. “You are safe here, Haven. Never doubt it.”

  Peering up at him, she nodded, all kinds of words sitting on the tip of her tongue, challenging her to let them fly. “It’s weird feeling safe—or at least safer—after a lifetime of not. It makes me want to try things I could never let myself try before. It makes me...” She shook her head and dipped her chin.

  Dare stepped closer, his thighs coming up against her hip. He lifted her chin and made her look at him. The contact combined with the command in the gesture lanced white-hot desire through her veins. “Makes you what?”

  “Want to feel alive,” she whispered, her heart suddenly racing in her chest.

  Dare’s jaw ticked again as his gaze swept over her face. She didn’t think she was imagining the raw emotion pouring off of him and wrapping around her, but she wasn’t sure if she was reading that emotion right or projecting her own desire onto him.

  “Do you feel alive, Dare?” she asked, the alcohol flowing through her and the night spinning around her like she was walking through a dream.

  “Jesus,” he bit out.