Hard to Serve: A Hard Ink Novella (6 page)

“Yes, yes, fucking yes.” The raw satisfaction in his voice flooded her with pride, even as he held his cock there, cutting off her breath, threatening to gag her, igniting that kernel of panic again. Her hands fisted and unfisted behind her back until she was fighting the urge to push against his thighs. “Good girl,” he said, withdrawing quickly from her mouth, his words almost a growl.

Mia gulped air, the breath sawing into her, saliva wetting her lips.

Master Kyler leaned down and thumbed away the wetness beneath her eyes she hadn’t even realized was there. “You okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, her chest warming at him checking in with her. This guy was clearly one of the good ones.

One of the good ones who doesn’t want a relationship…

He grasped her chin and tilted her head up to meet his gaze. For a long moment, he just looked at her, his expression like he was waging some internal debate. His lips pressed into a thin line until he finally spoke. “Tell me, Mia, where do you want me to come? In your mouth or in your pussy?”

The answer was instinctive. “Whatever would most please you, Master Kyler.” Though, in case his “no relationship” stance meant this would be their only time together, she would sincerely hate not to have had him inside her. Just once.

“I asked you a direct question for your preference. Answer me.”

Excitement whipped through her belly and coiled the need between her legs even tighter. “My pussy, Sir.”

Somehow, she was on her feet in an instant. He’d lifted her by her arms like she weighed nothing, despite the fact that she wasn’t a petite woman.

“Then stand facing the wall and spread your feet.”

“Yes, Sir,” Mia said, already moving. And then all she could do was wait.

Chapter 4

Be careful
, Kyler thought as he retrieved a condom from the bowl on the table. He rolled it on, his gaze glued to how fucking perfect Mia looked against the wall. Waiting for him.

The warning wasn’t about his treatment of the submissive, it was about how much she was intriguing him. When he’d asked for her preference regarding the scene, he’d been torn about how he wanted her to answer. Because he wasn’t sure whether fucking would satisfy the urge he felt to be with her once and for all—or just make him yearn for more.

The fact that there was even a question for him was sending up some red flags.

Don’t overthink it, Vance. It’s just because you’ve been out of the scene for more than three months.

Maybe. It was definitely longer than he’d gone without playing in a long, long time. That much was true.

Approaching her, Kyler shoved his jeans further down his legs. He wanted her to feel the rough sensation of the denim against her thighs. He stood behind her, purposely looming, wanting to raise her anticipation of what was going to happen and when, how he’d first touch her. Leaning in, he blew against the side of her neck. Mia startled, making him smile. Yeah, she was wound about as tight as he was. Satisfaction rolled through him.

“Hands on the wall and arch your back,” he said.

She complied immediately, her hands by her head, her round bottom jutting toward him.

He spanked one cheek, then the other, loving the bloom of pink. “Arch more. Stick that beautiful fucking ass out.” She did, and he rewarded her with two more spanks. “Yes.”

And then he backed off. Looked his fill. He didn’t want to rush this. And he wanted her desperate for him.

He retrieved the little finger vibrator he’d used before and turned it on. The muscles of her back tightened at the sound, just enough to reveal she was on edge. He reached between her legs and pressed it tight against her clit.

A moan ripped out of her. He held it there for a long moment and dragged his fingers lightly down her back. She shuddered.

“Be still,” he said in a low voice.

Rubbing the vibrator in small circles, Kyler brushed feather-light fingertips over her shoulders, down her arm, down her ribs. She flinched, clearly ticklish.

“I said to be still,” he said, removing the vibrator. She made a significantly less pleased sound, and he grinned, glad she couldn’t see his amusement.

“Mmm, Mia. I have to say, you look so good standing there that I could just jerk off at the sight. Shoot my come all over that ass.” He returned the vibrator to the arm of the couch.

“No,
please
,” she said.

Kyler was on her in an instant, his body pressing her hard up against the marble, his cock grinding against her rear, his hands pinning hers to the wall. “What did you say?” he asked, his lips at her ear.

A quick shake of her head.

“I know I heard you say something, Mia,” he said. God
damn
, her soft, luscious curves felt fantastic against all his hardness.

“I…I just…”

“Did you beg me?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“Mmm, yes you did. Do it again. Beg me, Mia.”

“Please…please come
in
me, Master Kyler.”

He rocked his hips, slowly fucking her lush cheeks. “More.” He bit the shell of her ear.

Mia gasped. “Please fuck me, Master. Please. I need you so bad.”

The raw desire in her voice wrapped itself around his body so hard that he didn’t correct her. “Master” used alone without his name attached to it implied a commitment between them they didn’t have. He wasn’t
her
Master. At least not beyond this scene. And he couldn’t be.

“Please, Sir,” she said again. Voices sounded from down the hallway, and Kyler really only noticed because Mia’s head cocked to the right just enough to register that she’d heard, too.

“Do you mind people watching you, Mia?” he asked, stroking his erection, his fist knocking against her ass.

“No, Sir,” she said, her voice strained with arousal. Goosebumps erupted on her neck and shoulders. Interesting.

“Do you
like
people watching you?” he asked, guessing at the answer from the way her hands clenched against the wall.

She released a shaky breath. “Yes, Sir, I do.”

Damn.
Damn.
He’d always been very visual, and watching and being watched had always gotten him hot. And she liked it, too. This woman was flipping all his switches. One by fucking one. “What a dirty girl you are. You want people to see my cock sliding into your pussy? You want them to hear you screaming and coming?” He stepped closer and guided his cock between her legs.

“God, yes. Sir.”

Damn, he loved the honesty in her voice, her reactions, her body. “Then let the whole fucking club watch, because I can’t wait to bury myself in you.” He penetrated her wet heat, inch by scalding inch, until he was balls deep. Jesus Christ.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she babbled, pushing back on him.

He gripped her hands hard. “Be still, goddamnit.” Because he was strung really fucking tight right now, and it had been months, and she was pushing him. Hard.

Sonofabitch. This one was trouble.

Of the best and worst kind.

Tilting his hips, he slowly withdrew, and then he hammered home. Slowly withdrew, then hammered home. Her anticipation of the deep thrusts vibrated around them like a physical thing, and her screams of pleasure were going to live in his dreams.

“Feel how you take me,” Kyler gritted out, his mouth still against her ear, his hands and body still pinning her to the wall. Withdraw and thrust. Withdraw and thrust. “Take me, Mia.”

“Yes, Sir. Yes, yes.”

Words demanded to be voiced, words Kyler really shouldn’t say. But they came out anyway. “Whose pussy is this, Mia?” Hard thrust.

“Yours, Sir,” she said. No hesitation. It fucking slayed him.

“Louder. Let them hear you.”

“
Yours, Sir
,” she shouted.

Satisfaction roared through him like a drug he’d mainlined. He wrapped his arm around her throat in a classic chokehold. “And whose throat is this?”

“Yours, Sir. Oh, God,” she cried out.

“That’s. Fucking. Right.” Without any warning, he wrapped his other arm around her belly and lifted her, her pussy still impaled on his cock. Carrying her against him, he took about ten steps backward to plant his ass on the couch again. He sat at the edge so he could lean back with her on top of him, and so he could use his thighs to hammer his cock into that sweet cunt.

Arm still tight around her neck, Kyler placed open-mouthed kisses against her ear, her cheek, her temple. He absolutely loved her weight on top of him, her thighs falling open on the outside of his.

“I want your hands on me. Anywhere you want,” he growled. “Now.”

Moaning, Mia’s fingernails on one hand dug into his forearm where it gripped her throat. Her other arm fell back to wrap around his head, her hand in his hair, gripping and pulling. Fuck.

He choked her tighter, and her pussy clamped down on his cock. He wanted her to come again, to come all over him, to absolutely soak his cock and balls with the pleasure he gave her.

He grasped the vibrator and reached around to her clit. She screamed when the vibrations hit her, the orgasm making her back bow against him, her tits pushing out and demanding attention. With his free hand, he grasped a nipple, squeezed, twisted. And the orgasm just kept going.

Finally, she slumped on top of him.

“We’re. Not. Done.” He pushed her off of him. “On your stomach.” He barely let her lay down on the couch before he was on her, his weight covering her, his cock right back inside her, his hand clamped around her throat and forcing her head back.

“Oh, Master Kyler,” she rasped, the sound tortured because of the way he was holding her. “Harder, please.”

“Harder where?” he asked, moving inside her.

“Everywhere, Sir,” she said. “Please.”

“Yeah, I know what you need.” Handling her throat as hard as he was willing, he cut off her breathing almost all the way, his hips snapping against her ass as he nailed her. And she took it. She took all of him. His weight. His hold. His cock.

He felt the vibrations of her strangled scream before he heard it. And then she was coming. Coming hard. And so was he. The orgasm rushed down his spine and exploded outward again, just absolutely shattering him in the best possible way. He moved through it until he couldn’t, until he just had to give in to the bone-bending pleasure. He had only enough awareness to remove his hand from her throat, and then his muscles relaxed until she was bearing all of him. Every last piece of him.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he finally gritted out, his chest heaving. “Stay right there, baby.” With effort, he eased off of her and stood. He disposed of the condom and the used vibrator in their respective receptacles behind the couch, then pulled up his jeans, leaving them undone. And then he retrieved a blanket from the shelf under the table. Returning to Mia, he crouched beside her. “Sit up for me?”

Her eyes were glassy, expression slack. She complied, but her movements were sluggish, imprecise.

Kyler pulled the blanket around her shoulders, checking her throat for marks as he did. Some redness, but no bruising. He sat next to her, then shifted her into his lap. She was limp on top of him, and he took a moment to tuck the blanket closed over her skin wherever he could. “Talk to me, Mia.”

She swallowed once, twice. “I…um…”

He stroked her face. “Are you okay?”

A shudder wracked through her. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“Look at me, please,” he said, cupping her cheek in his hand. And he thought
he’d
been shattered. Damn, she’d dropped hard, hadn’t she? Submissives often achieved a psychological state during an intense scene, particularly one involving pain, that made them feel floaty or euphoric or detached. But afterward, they could crash down from that high. Hard. Kyler imagined the choking did that for her, in spades. “I’m going to get you some food and drink, Mia.”

She nodded.

Kyler pushed a button built into the corner of the table. Within a minute, a tall, thin male submissive named Jon, serving as a waiter, appeared next to the couch. “How may I be of service, Sir?”

“Please bring us two bottles of water, a glass of orange juice, and a plate of the cookies,” he said, stroking Mia’s hair.

“Right away, Sir.” The man disappeared.

“Just rest for a minute,” Kyler said, cradling her against him. “I’ve got you.” The fact that she’d achieved such a high with him made him feel ten feet tall—and made him pretty fucking protective toward her, too.

The waiter returned within a few minutes. “Here you are, Sir,” he said, placing their order on the table.

“Thank you, Jon.” The man departed with a nod. Kyler grabbed the waters and handed her one. “Drink this, Mia.”

Sluggishly, she tilted the bottle to her lips. Swallowed. Then drank more greedily.

When he was satisfied that she was perking up, he took a long pull from his own bottle. “Better?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.” She wiped at her lips with the back of her hand. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Kyler said, reaching for the juice and cookies. “Have some of this, too.” He placed the plate on her lap and handed her the glass.

“Oh, my God. Are these chocolate chip?” Her smile warmed and reassured him.

Kyler chuckled. “Is there
any other
kind of cookie? I mean, really.”

Mia laughed and shook her head. “I agree completely, Sir.”

“Good. That’s always the best course of action.”

She barked out a throaty laugh around a bite. “Oh, is that so?”

The sparkle was back in her dark eyes again, easing the tension in his shoulders. He waggled his eyebrows as he enjoyed his own bite. “Mmhmm.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You better,” he said, winking. Though his brain was already questioning whether she’d need to keep anything in mind where he was concerned. Because those red flags? They were waving at him like fucking crazy.

He liked Mia, as a submissive and as a person. And he barely knew her.

Don’t get attached
.

Right.

And there was one way to ensure that.

So even as Kyler gave her the aftercare she needed—and that he needed to give her—he already knew the truth. This was the only time he was playing with Mia. It couldn’t happen again.