Dominance Never Dies (Masters and Mercenaries Book 11) (12 page)

He half expected her to argue with him. Instead, she licked her lips, her eyes going hot, and she pulled the shirt over her head, tossing it aside.

“If you’d read my Sanctum contract, you would know I might be a bit of an exhibitionist, Case. You can be a little stuffy at times. I didn’t want to shock you. If you want to open that door and give anyone who walks by a show, you feel free.” She unhooked her bra and tossed it aside as well.

He cursed under his breath. She was going to kill him. He was going to have an actual, honest-to-god heart attack because she was a sexy, demanding goddess. “Oh, princess, one day I’ll fuck you in front of everyone and I won’t have a single problem with it. I’ll clamp those pretty tits and parade you all around Sanctum. And that Fain motherfucker will not be invited.”

“See.” She was sitting there, her breasts on display, and there was absolutely no shyness about her. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and he was so fucking happy that she wanted him. “A little stuffy.”

He’d always thought she would be a super brat, so freaking sassy it would make him insane. He was going to spank her hard one of these days. Not today. Today he moved between her legs, spreading them wide. The dresser put her at exactly the right height for what he wanted to do. “I’ll show you how stuffy I can be.”

He pushed and pulled until she was leaning back, offering up her generous breasts. The pink and brown nipples were tight, but she had good-sized areolas. He licked at one as her legs wound around him. He could have told her he wasn’t going anywhere, but he liked having her holding him tight.

Such pretty breasts and while he was topping her they were all fucking his. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and was rewarded with a long moan as her body bowed. The way he’d placed her on the dresser forced her to balance herself with both hands, leaving him free to play with her any way he pleased.

He sucked on one nipple while he played with the other, rolling the little bud between his thumb and forefinger. He tweaked it hard at exactly the same moment he gave her a nip.

“Case. Oh, god, Case.” His name came out of her mouth on a little squeal. “More. Please give me more.”

He would give her everything, but he didn’t intend to give in to her every demand. He was going to take his time. He was going to enjoy every second he had with her. When they got back home, their play sessions would likely be few and far between. A weekend here. A spare afternoon there. He had a few days to be her full-time Dom. And yes, he fully intended to take charge everywhere he could despite what he’d told her. The whole damn operation would be dangerous and he wasn’t going to let her get hurt.

He would just have to be sneaky about it.

He switched places, laving his affection on the other nipple while his spare hand started to work its way down. He was going to make her come. A nice starter orgasm that would make her limp and submissive and willing to give him fucking everything.

“Do you have any idea what I’m about to do to you?” He brought his head up, staring into her eyes. Her desire was right there, arousal making her pupils dilate. She wasn’t hiding anything from him now. She was completely honest with him when they were physical.

“Tell me, you dirty boy.” She shifted her hips, helping him to slide his hand into her jeans.

He loved a challenge and Mia was all alpha female, come-and-take-it, big boy challenge. “I’m going to rub that little clit of yours until you come all over my hand, and then when you’re limp and satisfied and you think you’ve had everything you want, I’m going to strip you down, throw you on that bed, and make a meal of you.”

His fingers slipped under the waistband of the panties he was going to rip off her body soon enough, and there it was. He slid the pad of his middle finger over her clitoris, watching as she gasped and bit her bottom lip. He circled the button of her clit, watching her every reaction.

“I’m going to eat your pussy like no one’s eaten it before. All that arousal you’re putting out right now, that’s going to be my dinner. All your sweetness, I’m going to lap it up. I’ll lick you everywhere, spread you wide so I don’t miss a drop, and then do you know what I’ll do?”

She flushed the prettiest shade of pink that had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with how close to the edge she was. He could feel it. She’d started to move in time with his finger, begging him for more. Her female flesh was soaked with arousal. It coated his fingers and made it easy to work her clit. “Please tell me, Case.”

Dirty talk seemed to do it for her. It was good because he’d thought the dirtiest, filthiest things about her. He dreamed of doing everything to her, of bringing her pleasure in every way a man could bring to a woman.

He leaned in, sensing how close she was to the edge. He was about to push her over. “Then, when I’ve licked every inch of that sweet pussy, that’s when I’m going to shove my tongue up your cunt and get some more because I won’t ever want to stop. I’ll fuck you with my tongue until I make you come all over again. You want to ride my tongue, Mia?”

He pressed down and rotated.

“Yes,” she started to shout.

He covered her mouth, drinking down the sounds of her orgasm as he let her ride it out. She brought her arms up, obviously no longer caring whether or not she fell. Or she simply trusted him. He wrapped his free arm around her, trapping her against him.

He kissed her as she came down, their tongues playing more softly now. When he withdrew his hand, she tightened her arms around him.

“Don’t go,” she whispered against his lips. “I want everything you promised me, cowboy.”

He wasn’t going anywhere. He liked post-orgasm Mia. “I never go back on my word. Time to get you out of those jeans.”

He hauled her up, her legs around his waist. As he turned to toss her on the big bed, he thanked the universe that Drew Lawless was either a complete pervert who like to fuck at thirty thousand feet or a man who simply preferred comfort and could afford it. Either way, that bed was about to come in handy.

And Lawless could fuck himself. No amount of money would keep him from getting inside Mia tonight.

He shifted, her mouth on his. The girl liked to kiss. Just as he was letting her drop, the world tilted and Case found himself falling, Mia untangling from around him. He kept his arms around her, trying to hold her close.

They hit the floor, shifting so he took the brunt of the fall. “What the hell?”

Mia looked up, her eyes wide. “The plane. It’s out of control.”

And that was how his night went straight to hell.

CHAPTER THREE

Mia held on to Case and the world seemed to upend and go completely out of control. His arms wound around her and the plane rolled to the right.

They slammed against the wall, Case taking the impact as the plane made another dip that sent her stomach churning.

Case wrapped himself around her, one hand coming up to cradle her neck, forcing her head against his chest. The other arm protected her back. Even his legs wound around hers as though he could form a protective barrier between her and all harm.

She went limp, not offering any resistance. This was one of those times when the big bad Dom was in charge. Any resistance would put him in danger, too. If he was fighting her, he couldn’t protect himself.

The plane leveled out, the world steadying as quickly as it had upended.

Her heart was pounding. What the hell kind of weather had they just hit? She’d been through some turbulence before, but that had been crazy.

“I’m going to need you to get dressed and quickly.” He kissed the top of her head, but she could feel how tense he’d gotten.

She nodded and scrambled off him, reaching for her shirt. No time for the bra, though she hated being without one. They needed to get out in the main cabin and buckle in. Apparently they were in the middle of some kind of storm. She wasn’t going to waste time because her boobs might jiggle.

She did glance back at the bed though. That would have been a storm of another kind. A freaking hurricane. Hurricane Case, with strong winds and an orgasmic tidal wave. Damn, but that man rocked her world.

And now they had a shot.

Case was up on his feet. He’d gone from dirty bad boy to soldier in a heartbeat. “I don’t suppose there’s anywhere in here you could hide.”

Hide? “Why would I hide? It’s just turbulence. We need to buckle in. It feels fine right now, but the winds could pick up any second. Let’s go.”

He moved in front of the door, his voice a low growl. “That wasn’t turbulence. The plane has been perfectly level the whole time. And I know a well-executed maneuver when I feel one. He tossed us from side to side and then up and down to throw us off. I’m betting he expected he would only have to deal with one man, but he got four. He waited until we were all up and moving and this is how he gets the upper hand. He’ll have the other guys guarded by now. If he hasn’t managed to take them out.”

“Who is this ‘he’ you’re talking about?” Case sounded paranoid. Why would the pilot purposefully try to throw everyone off? The answer hit her with the force of a two-by-four. “Shit.”

Case’s lips curved up in an arrogant smirk. “Yes, princess, this is a kidnapping and you’re the star of the show. And I left my fucking gun in my bag.”

Her brothers were going to kill her. They would lock her up somewhere. “Maybe you’re wrong and the pilot’s just drunk or something.”

It was kind of a horrible thing to wish for. That’s what happened when you suddenly hit rock bottom.

Case opened his mouth but that was when someone knocked on the door.

“Mr. Taggart, I believe you’ll find my people have your people taken care of. If you want them to live for more than the next ten minutes, you’ll hand over the prize,” a masculine voice said.

Prize? Oh, she would show them what a prize was. It looked like she wasn’t finished busting balls this evening.

Before she could open her mouth to give the asshole behind the door a piece of her mind, Case was behind her, covering her mouth with his big hand. He held her tight, his mouth to her ear. Only a few minutes before he’d held her like this in the sexiest way.

She was so perverted because she still thought it was kind of sexy.

“Don’t you fucking dare spit bile his way,” he whispered in her ear. “If he’s not lying then Michael and Hutch are in trouble. And if I find out Fain is in on this, I’ll feed that fucker his own dick. I need you to open that door and explain that you have no idea where I am. I showed up. You got pissed. I left. Do you understand me? When he comes in here to find me, let him. Nod your head if you understand.”

He was obviously about to do some hot commando stuff. She was a complete freak, but it did something for her. Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she was also still kind of aroused. Being near him even in the midst of danger got her hot.

He was holding her pretty tight so nodding would be hard. It was okay. She had another way. She licked him.

“Don’t you fucking die. And I’ll spank you for that later.” He moved away from her, his hand peeling back, and she watched as he disappeared into the bathroom.

Her brother had purchased the plane from some crazy king of a small island nation off the coast of India. The whole thing was designed to spend a nice evening with a lady. Or four. She’d heard some crazy stories about Kash Kamdar. She’d been looking forward to bringing an entirely new chapter of perversion to this particular room but some butthead had to try to kidnap her.

Now she had to find a way to give Case the chance to take him out.

Her optimism took over. She was generally a glass is half full and tastes really good kind of girl. She liked to look on the bright side of things. This dude was fucking up her calm. Mia strode to the door and slammed it open. “What?”

The copilot was standing there, a big old gun in his hand, but she glared at him. He stared behind her, obviously looking for the real threat.

Oh, she would show that motherfucker a threat.

“Where’s Taggart?” He gave a good impression of a hardened criminal.

She still wasn’t buying it. He was a jerkwad ass face who’d cost her a nice night. She was going to start carrying. Life would be easier if she could shove her Ruger in his face. Or his crotch. Guys seemed to react more correctly to that particular placement. “How the hell should I know?”

Case was wrong about how to deal with him. He’d told her not to spit bile his way, but a little defiance went a long way. Confidence was the key. Did this blowhole think she’d never been in a shitty position before? She was a blonde fucking reporter who’d been to some crazy parts of the world. No one took her seriously. She’d stared down terrorists and Hollywood assholes who thought she was fat. Once she’d had to talk her way out of a biker bar that housed a notorious drug lord. That hadn’t been easy. She could handle this asshole.

And if Ezra was a part of this, Case would have to fight her for the right to cut off his junk.

The copilot was a lanky dude, but he knew how to hold a gun. It was pointing right at her face, but she wasn’t about to shrink from that shit. The minute she did, she gave him more power.