“How will you prepare me, Sir?” He seemed to like her asking the question with a breathless curiosity. He was rubbing her just the right way, the tension building like she was a bottle of champagne waiting to pop.
“I’ll caress you. I’ll inspect you. I’ll make sure your legs are far enough apart that I can see your pussy peeking out at me. I’ll want to make sure you’re nice and wet when I start spanking you, so I’ll likely have to play around, sliding my fingers all across your labia and clitoris. My fingers will be wet with your arousal. You’ll be able to smell yourself right before I send that first smack across your cheeks.”
She’d questioned whether she would even want to try spanking, and now she could see it in her head, feel it in her pussy. His words opened an ache inside her, a place she hadn’t known existed that suddenly needed to be filled.
“I’ll slap your ass and make you count each smack, knowing that if you’re good and you take what I give you, there will be pleasure at the end, a reminder of how good it can be to obey me in this place we made for ourselves. You’ll want to do my bidding because it will always lead to good things for you. I’ll worship you with everything I have in this secret place between the two of us. I’ll always give you this when you need it.”
A single finger slipped inside her pussy, and he bit her ear gently as he pressed on her clit. It sent her over the edge, waves of pleasure coursing through her system, making her blood pound, making her feel alive for the first time in forever.
She stiffened and then it was like every muscle in her body relaxed and she was languid, his arms the only thing holding her up.
He chuckled and eased his hand out of her undies. “Do you feel better?”
She felt like that was a very good appetizer and she was ready for the main course. He was right. They could view this as a moment in time that didn’t have to lead to anything in the future. They could enjoy each other. “So much better, Sir.”
“I do, too,” he said and straightened up. “That was a good first step. We’ll try it again at Sanctum tomorrow. You good to go to bed?”
“Yes.” She was definitely good to go to bed with him. She’d been dumb to think it was avoidable. She scrambled off his lap and stood on wobbly legs. He could carry her there and rip her clothes off for all she cared. She wasn’t even certain why she’d wanted to avoid this outcome.
He stood up and she could see his erection against his jeans. That was one thing that definitely hadn’t been a false memory. His cock was big, just like it had been all those years ago. She could feel it in her hand. She’d loved stroking him and getting her mouth on him.
Oh, she wanted to feel his mouth on her.
“We’re wheels up at eight in the morning.” He put a hand on her shoulder, an earnest expression on his face. “I think if we get in a good ten or twelve more hours, we’ll be ready for at least a first meeting. Thank you for trusting me, Maddie. I can’t tell you how much it means.”
She stared at him for a moment because he did not seem like a guy who was about to sweep her off her feet. “I’m glad. This was…training?”
“This was exactly what we’re supposed to do. I think it was a great first step. I can’t tell you how relieved I am. I thought I would have to turn you over to Kyle, and I did not want to do that.”
Then shouldn’t he take her to bed? “I didn’t either. I wanted you. I want you.”
His lips curled into a bright smile. Not a sexy, I’m-about-to-get-inside-you smile, more like a teacher whose student finally passed a test. “I’m glad because no one is going to watch your back the way I will. I promise, follow my lead and I’ll do everything I can to protect you and get the information you need. I’ll see you in the morning.”
He squeezed her shoulder briefly and then turned and walked back inside.
What the hell had just happened? She’d had her mind blown and he’d been totally in control.
He was supposed to be. He was the Dom. He was supposed to stay in control so she didn’t have to be. It was part of the exchange.
So why did it feel like she’d missed something?
Maddie sank down on the couch and reached for Deke’s beer. He’d abandoned it so now it was hers. She took a long swig. Her body still felt spectacular, but her brain had turned on again.
It was going to be a long night.
Chapter Six
Sunday afternoon, Madeline was still frustrated. Not at the training she’d gone through in the last thirty-six hours. She’d been surprised to find she’d enjoyed herself for much of it. Once she’d relaxed and decided to honestly try to let go of her preconceived notions, she’d been able to sink into the role. There had been no more orgasms, but she’d gone with Deke to a play party and had seemed to pass all his tests. She’d enjoyed talking to the men and women of Sanctum, listening to their stories, and really opening herself to the experience.
Nope. She was frustrated for the basest of all reasons. She was sexually frustrated.
“Hey, you don’t do that again.”
She glanced up from her seat on the private plane they were taking back to LA and saw MaeBe turning to Kyle.
“Do what?” The young woman with the vibrant pink hair seemed genuinely confused.
Kyle frowned down at her. If she hadn’t really watched the man over the last couple of days she might be concerned for Mae. He was intimidating when he wanted to be. He could also be quite handsome and charming and so obviously into the hacker. “We talked about this. We’re not breaking cover unless we’re absolutely certain no one is around. I know this is a private airport, but there are still cameras. You don’t carry your own bags. That’s my job and you should have stopped and let me help you on the stairs.”
Maddie expected this would be the time that MaeBe pointed out she was perfectly capable of getting herself up the stairs. Instead the other woman merely turned her Dom’s way.
“Of course, Sir.” MaeBe handed over her backpack. “I won’t forget again.” She smiled sweetly up at him. “I was overly eager to get the op started, and I forgot our protocols. I want you to know that I appreciate everything you do for me.”
When she went up on her toes and kissed his cheek the scary dude practically melted. His jaw went tight, and a flush stained his cheeks. But he simply nodded, holding the backpack. “See that you don’t.” He carefully placed the backpack in the overhead bin and closed it. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to warn the flight attendant that Boomer missed lunch. Deke is making sure all our equipment is on board. You two stay out of trouble.”
MaeBe snorted as Kyle exited the small but luxurious plane. “Like I’m ever allowed to get into trouble. You get one little stab wound and everyone freaks out.”
“Stab wound?” She’d come to enjoy MaeBe’s company. The woman was a bit younger than her but so sunny she was a genuine pleasure to be around. Normally Maddie would worry that happy smile was a mask, but she was trying a new life skill—optimism.
Mae grinned as she sank down onto the seat across from Maddie’s. “Yeah. A couple of months back, I got between a friend of mine and a creepy stalker guy. Lucky for me he was bad at stabbing. Missed all my vital organs, and now I have a cool scar and Mr. Grumpy became even grumpier. Though he seems to be in a good mood lately.”