Surrendering To Her Sergeant Page 7

  Yes. “M-maybe.”

  “Have you ever said it to a man before?” The teasing tone was gone.

  “N-no.”

  “But you want to.”

  She swallowed. “God, yes.”

  “Then right now, you will. And you shall.”

  She let him see her grateful smile. “Yes, Sir.”

  “But no still means no,” he emphasized. “And you’ll still stop me if I push too hard.” He guided the shiny head of his cock back to her mouth, nudging it in enough that she wetted the hot purple surface again. “Because God fucking help me, I want to push.”

  His admission made her stomach jump and her senses leap. She opened her throat, longing to take him deep again but he backed away, leaving only his heady masculine taste on her tongue.

  “Stand up again, sunshine.” His tone turned brisk as he wheeled away, beckoning her deeper into the wine room with him. The tasting area had a pair of plush couches that faced each other, upholstered in red velvet. He pointed to one. “Sit there. Arms out to your sides, along the top of the couch. Keep them there until I tell you otherwise.”

  “Yes, Sir.” The words flowed through her like honey, coating her mind with delicious warmth. As she scooted onto the couch, the velvet tickled her bottom and thighs. Ethan didn’t make a sound. He didn’t have to. The sensual strength of his stare flowed over and around her, joining with the next song in the housekeeper’s mix: a thrumming, rock-influenced tango.

  When she was in position, she looked up. Her gaze took in the firm brace of Ethan’s feet before catching on the bottom edge of his tattoo, wrapped around his right ankle. She followed the elegant circles and symbols back up to his torso, with his insanely perfect abs and arms. But even they weren’t enough to distract her from fixating again on his proud, long cock, even more erect than before, practically pulsing in time to the music that throbbed in the air.

  The guitars calmed, dipping into a musical bridge. His quiet but determined command filled the air instead. “Spread your legs.”

  Slowly, she complied. Nervously, she waited. His stare was like a physical force, burning across the tender crevices she opened to him. Needles of awareness pricked her everywhere. She’d never let a man gaze at her like this. It was unnerving. It was exhilarating.

  “Your pussy’s glistening, Ava.”

  She felt her head move. Sort of. He cast such a beautiful haze over her mind, her will. “Yes, Sir.”

  “It’s beautiful.”

  “Th-thank you.”

  “Open wider, baby.”

  She licked her lips, obeying by a few hesitant inches. As she did, Ethan lowered to the floor in front of her. He braced his hands to her thighs, just above her knees—and without a word, shoved them farther back. A high cry tore off her lips. She was stretched shockingly wide, no inch of her sex a secret to him now. Ethan might as well have finished a crossword puzzle for all the serene satisfaction on his face. She didn’t know whether to hate him or adore him for it.

  “Better.” He trailed his hands upward. Higher, higher…intent on getting to the trembling layers he’d opened. “You’re stunning, sunshine.”

  “So are you, Sir.” Crazy as it was, especially after the liberty he’d just taken, it was true. If a casting director for the industry’s next sex god project were here, his naked magnificence would earn him the gig in a second. Yet he sat there looking as if she was the world’s hottest pinup. “Dear God,” she murmured, “am I dreaming?”

  A smile lit up his perfect face. “You’re fond of that question.” Tenderly, he thumbed the lips that guarded her most precious entrance. “Just like I’m fond of proving you wrong.”

  “Ahhhh!”

  She cried it as he slipped one, then two, of his longer fingers inside her. Her head fell back. Her eyes rolled the same direction. He quickly set up a rhythm of thrust and retreat, taunting her exposed clit every time he moved in, until she whimpered and gasped for him. Despite that, she tried to maintain some shred of composure. She should’ve gone for roping down the sun while she was at it. The feeling of his flesh inside her, awakening her…was exquisite. Incredible.

  He made it feel even more amazing by using his free hand to stroke the tops of her thighs. When she answered with a long keen, he growled, “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

  “Mmmm,” she whimpered. “Uh…uh-huh…”

  “Do you enjoy submitting to me, sunshine?”

  “Y-yes,” she managed. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Excellent.” The pressure in her vagina intensified as he pushed in a third finger. A moan erupted off her lips. He kicked up the pace of his plunges. “And you like being fucked by my fingers?”

  “Yes…yes!”

  “You want them to make you come?”

  “Ohhh, please, yes!”

  She dug her fingers into the back of the couch, expecting him to intensify the erotic assault. Needing it…ay, needing the completion so bad…

  He pulled completely out.

  She pried open her eyes. Stared at him through the fog of her arousal, past the air that heaved in and out of her chest. Looked down to the hand he’d just been using to pull her to Heaven, now resting on her thigh. His fingers were still shiny with the evidence of what he’d done to her. She whimpered from the emptiness he’d left behind.

  “Wh-what’s wrong?” she pleaded. “What did I do?”

  Ethan shook his head and gave her that damn Dalai Lama smile. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.” He rose to his knees, still between hers, and moved his hold to the sides of her waist. “It’s about what you’re going to do…for me.”

  She frowned. “I don’t understand.”

  “Hmmm.” He managed to make cryptic and smug look completely gorgeous. “Not yet.”

  “Shit.” That made him chuckle, which tightened her scowl. “No still means no, right?” she challenged.

  “Uh-huh.” He surged a little higher, bringing his face even with hers…aligning his cock with the entrance of the tunnel he’d just emptied. “But you’re not going to say no.”

  She managed to laugh. “Is that so?” As he glided his hands over her ribcage and brushed his thumbs over the tingling tips of her nipples, she rasped, “What do you have in mind, Sergeant Sir?”

  Tee hee. How coy and cute was she? When the midnight skies of Ethan’s eyes gained new silver stars of arousal, she gave him a wriggle of supreme confidence—

  Which froze as soon as he uttered his reply.

  “Alternative punishment.”

  Chapter Five

  He was going to hell. If Ethan wasn’t sure of it before, he was now, because his delight in her little shiver, the perfect mix of alarm and anticipation, wasn’t something a pillar of virtue would feel. Like he could stop himself if he tried. She was stunning, beyond anything his imagination had conjured over the last seven months, when he allowed his mind—and his body—to indulge in a mortal’s thoughts about corrupting a goddess. Her hair was fuller, sexier. Her eyes were more mesmerizing. And her naked skin, like honey poured over cinnamon…damn. He soaked in as much of its glory as he could, certain Mount Olympus was going to notice she was missing any second and skewer him with lightning to get her back.

  No lightning came. He smirked in triumph. In that case, the punishment was on.

  He savored the sight of her heavy gulp, and the way she wet her lips in open trepidation before muttering, “I’d…much prefer knowing if you have anything else in mind.”

  He slowly shook his head. “That would be a no way, beautiful.”

  “Shit.”

  He let his grin spill into a chuckle, ending it with a tongue-twirling kiss on her sweet, acquiescent lips. “You’re going to like this punishment,” he promised. “Eventually.”

  Her chin jutted and her eyes narrowed. “What the hell is that supposed to—ohhh!”

  The cry sprang out of her as Ethan tugged one of her nipples and squeezed. The tactic worked at quieting her sass but bit him in the back bumper, too.
Dear fuck, the woman’s breasts needed to come with warning labels. Pinch at your own risk. Nipples will stand up like the peaks of Macchu Picchu and may result in painful swelling of the balls and cock.

  Despite that, he transferred his touch to her other breast and pulled it just as hard.

  “Ohhh, shhiit!” She started to pant and tremble, making him look forward to the next moment even more. When he lowered his mouth to her distended tip, replacing his pinches with worshipping licks, those breaths turned into stunned sighs. She took it up another octave when he shifted back to her other breast.

  “You like this too, baby?” He began to play with her nipples, taunting them with tiny scrapes of his thumbnails across their reddened crests.

  Ava gazed at him from heavy-lidded eyes. “Yes…yes, Sir. It’s…nice.”

  Ethan stilled his hands for a moment. Gazed intently at her. “It’s just the beginning.”

  “Th-the beginning? Of what?”

  “Of giving your mind to me.” He began to rub her breasts again. Slowly this time. Reveling in watching how she absorbed his voice and his touch…how her skin pebbled for him, how her breaths synched to every move he made. “And most importantly, your imagination.”

  “I—I don’t understand.”

  He lifted one hand to her face. “Just trust that you will.” He didn’t have to ask if she understood, or had thoughts of rebelling. The woman still had her arms stretched along the back of the couch. Even when he’d crunched her nipples so suddenly, she’d kept both there, locked in the position he’d specified. The woman may have streetwise sass and a hellcat’s mouth outside this room, but right here, right now, she was didn’t just want his control. She yearned for it.

  Who was he to deny the goddess anything she wanted?

  She just didn’t have to know that if she asked him to bring her the moon, he’d find a way to make that happen, too.

  He captured her mouth beneath his again, melding their lips and tongues until tantalizing mewls danced up her throat, before he released her and quietly ordered, “Close your eyes.”

  She sent her long dark lashes down, pulling in a deep breath to prepare herself for his next phase of punishment. Though uncertain tremors racked her body, she gave him every drop of her trust, of her surrender. Ethan felt it in the molecules of the air, sensed it to the marrow of his bones.

  Fuck.

  He drew in a breath of his own, hardly daring to believe what was happening. This wouldn’t last. It never did. The conclusion was rooted in years of experience. He had Max Brickham, the owner of his regular BDSM dungeon back home, to thank for that. He’d witnessed the connection Max had with his own submissive and felt like Columbus discovering the New World. But after the horizon had opened up, it dried up. He’d fast learned that what Max and Megan shared was incredible, rare, perhaps one of a kind—and not meant to be for him. He’d been bitter about that for a while, until life handed him an attitude adjustment on a freezing day in a Paktika Province pass. He’d back-burnered the quest for his own Megan in favor of being grateful for his life.

  “I’m all yours.”

  Life was picking a funny moment to throw him a new curve ball. Her words, again such a priceless gift of trust and openness, slammed gates open in his psyche. Okay, maybe this wouldn’t last—but goddamn it if he wasn’t going to enjoy this perfect union while he could.

  That resolve added a thick undertone to his reply. “Mmmm. You sure are, sunshine.”

  He lifted away enough to graze his knuckles over the tips of her breasts again. They were still stone-hard, her areolas puckered, her flesh vibrant.

  “Ohhh…” It was a sigh of bliss, though it wobbled on her lips. She was certain he was going to clamp down his fingers again…a trepidation that turned him way the fuck on. He had her mind right where he wanted it…

  “Ava?”

  She bit her lip. Still a little scared. Still so damn mesmerizing. “Yes, Sir?”

  “I want you to pretend something for me.”

  Her face wriggled in unspoken curiosity but she nodded. He deliberately shifted back up, hovering over her once more, not moving his fingers.

  “I want you to pretend those aren’t my fingers anymore. Imagine I’ve brought nipple clamps in with me. Now I’ve got them out, and I’m screwing them tighter onto your beautiful tits.”

  Her sighs vanished. Her whole torso tensed as the air stuck in her lungs. Though he still only grazed her breasts with the tips of his knuckles, her face contorted like he’d really clamped her.

  “That’s good.” The words left him on sparse rasps. “So fucking good.”

  Her lips, bitten to the color of ripe raspberries, hinted at a smile. “What else?” she pleaded. “Is there…more?”

  He’d never been happier to hear that word.

  “I’ve attached a chain that connects the clamps,” he went on. “In the middle of that chain, I’m attaching another chain.” He freed one of his hands to draw a line down the middle of her body, stopping only when he got to the edge of her soft pubic hair. “It leads straight down to your sweet, tight cunt.”

  “Mmmm…” His naughty language yielded the exact result he wanted. But instead of a simple observation of that effect, he put it into words…with a few embellishments.

  “Your pussy is dripping as you wait to see what that chain is for. The passage inside of you, where you’re the wettest for my invasion, sends more moisture for the cause. You want my cock deep inside you.” He enforced the image by nudging the bulb of his dick against the throbbing lips of her sweet pussy. He shook a little himself. Holy fuck, she felt good. Hot. Wet. Waiting for him. Open for him. “But you know I’m not done with my playtime, right?”

  Her chest rolled with the force of her breaths. Her skin gleamed. Her mouth was parted, red and sweet as a pomegranate, in desperate longing. “Yes,” she answered on a gasp. “Yes, I know, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He flattened his hands, fingers wide, as he slid his touch up to her hips. Ava writhed, silently begging him to close in on the petals that gleamed with her need. “Uh-uh,” he told her. “If you want me to touch you there, then make it happen…here.” He gently tapped her forehead.

  “H-huh?”

  “You heard me, Ava.”

  “Are you seriously kidding—”

  “Do I sound like I’m ‘seriously kidding,’ sunshine?” He gave that to her in a voice he usually saved for submissives pulling the brat card. She was far from that but had hit a mental spike strip in their journey, making her spin out into confusion.

  Luckily, his verbal force at least got her attention realigned. Her features eased and she took a long breath. “Help me,” she implored. “Tell me what to do.”

  Her surrender, so sweet and complete, hit him like a damn grenade. Ethan bent and kissed his way down the middle of her body. When his lips touched the curls that were parted at her core, he lifted a little, denying her the direct contact. Instead, he blew steady air into the area, enjoying the tiny shivers he observed on her inner thighs, along her labia, in her clit itself. In response, Ava keened as her whole body quaked.

  “You’re already doing it,” he assured her. “So perfectly.”

  As he returned to his original pace, grasping her hips and taunting her pussy with the tip of his cock, she bit her lip harder, clearly fighting back tears. “Dios,” she whispered, her voice ragged. She was headed toward the spike strip again, trying to cling to self-control though her body had peeked over the cliff to which he clearly was driving.

  “Let it go.” Ethan lowered his voice, dug in on his touch. “All of it. Everything outside this room…it can wait. In here, right now, you’ll give it all to me, Ava. I’ll keep it safe, I promise. For now, think about those clamps on your beautiful nipples again…and the chain that joins them…”

  “Shit,” she rasped. “Okay.”

  “Now remember the second chain…”

  “I hadn’t exactly forgotten.”

  Her sarcasm made him
smile. “It happens to have its own clamp at the end.”

  “Shit!”

  “You know where it’s going, don’t you?” He watched her lips wobble and her eyelids twitch. “Pretend it for me, sunshine. Imagine my fingers pulling back the lips of your perfect pussy, so slowly, teasing you. Finally, I reveal your clit, already so hard, like it knows what’s coming. Then it comes…that grip of such sweet pain as I secure the clamp…”

  Her chest pumped up and down, letting him see exactly how the scenario affected her. Ethan clenched his jaw for a long second, letting her beauty wash over him. Dark, erect nipples. Nostrils flaring, greedily drawing air. Skin shimmering with arousal. All were begging for his kisses and suckling.

  No. Make her work for it.

  “Imagine me licking up the column of your neck, distracting you from the sting,” he went on. “You want to grip me harder, to keep me locked on that place just behind your right ear that makes you shiver and moan for me, but you can’t.”

  “Wh-why not?” It bordered on a whine, and made him harder in a dozen new ways.

  “Because, sunshine…you’re tied down.”

  “Oh, dear God.”

  No more whine. The words slurred with her guttural inflection. Her head fell back. He continued to watch her, gauging every speck of her rising desire, though he forced his hands to remain where they were. Ordering his dick to continue hovering at the entrance of her core…that was a different ball of pain altogether. It was torture. It was rapture. She was so open for him, so full in her need and hot in her desire, that he could barely think of anything except being inside her. Gritting everything in his jaw and clenching every muscle in his thighs, he managed to hold back. Barely.

  “Feel the ropes,” he encouraged. There was a quarry full of gravel in his tone but he didn’t filter it. He wanted his lust woven into her fantasy. “They’re probably rough hemp, because I know you want the burn…to feel every tight scratch against your skin.”

  She flung her head from one side to the next. “I do. Ay, Ethan; I do!”