Lock and Load (12 page)

“I was afraid you’d see that photo and freak.” She still hadn’t looked up at him. “I asked Kari to text you I—You didn’t leave me your cell number or your email.”

“Yeah. My mistake.” He threaded his fingers through her hair and tilted her head back. “Look at me, girl. Right now.”

She looked directly into his eyes and what she saw there nearly made her knees buckle. Heat. Desire. Need. And something else.

“You’re my girl, right? Answer me.”

“Y-Yes.”

“I want this to work. I want you to be mine. We may stumble a little over our individual issues, but if we keep moving forward it will be worth it.” He brushed a kiss over her forehead. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you while I was deployed. You haunted my dreams and even danced in my head during the day.”

“Me, too,” she told him.

He glanced over at the bed and grinned. “I see you’ve planned quite a welcome home party for me.”

She gave an unsteady laugh. “My own signals of commitment.” She smiled up at him. “But I have another surprise for you, too.”

His eyes widened. “Yeah? How about showing it to me, because I can’t wait to get you naked, smack that ass until your pussy is soaked and fuck you blind.”

“Okay.” She stepped back from his embrace and began to strip off her clothes. Slowly, because she wanted to tease him a little, too.”

First her shoes, kicked to the side. Then the jeans, the rasp of the zipper sounding so loud in the room. She pushed them to the side with her shoes. With a wicked grin she shimmied slowly out of her thong and discarded that, also.

Lust flared in Beau’s eyes. “I want the rest of it off. Now.”

“Yes, Sir. Whatever you say.” But she took another step back in case he decided to reach for her and help things along.

She had deliberately worn a blouse with tiny little buttons so she could draw out the strip tease, but by the time she finally got the last one undone, her hands were shaking. Discarding the blouse she turned her back to Beau while she unhooked her bra. At last, naked, she turned to him. The look in his eyes was worth it all as he zeroed in on the thin gold rings threaded through her nipples.

“You’re pierced!” He sounded awestruck.

“I know you wanted to be there when I got it done, but after the picture and the misunderstanding and all that… So, I did it as a welcome home gift for you. Kari went with me and held my hand.”

He wet his lips and stared at her. “Good for Kari,” he said at last. He took a step forward and brushed the tip of a finger carefully over each nipple. “Are they still sore?”

She shook her head. “No. I did it the week after you left. They’ve had plenty of time to heal. Would you like to—lick them?”

“Damn right.” He closed his lips around one turgid bud, sucking it into his mouth while being careful not to tug too hard on the ring. When it was hard and pebbled he moved to the other one and gave it the same treatment. Then he gave each ring a gentle tug with his tongue.

Megan stood immobile, hands at her sides, as Beau’s eyes hungrily devoured every inch of her body.

“You honor me,” he said at last, then grinned. “But I think that picture demands punishment. It nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“I was afraid of that. The newspaper covered the banquet and the coach was joking around.” She bowed her head but looked up through her lashes. “I definitely deserve to be punished for permitting it to be taken.”

“I see you have the belt ready for me.” Every trace of humor left his voice as he said, “Bend over the bed. You know the position.”

She was so wet her thighs slid against each other as she moved to the bed and stretched out from her hips to her head across the coverlet.

“I’m going to assume this scarf is to cover your eyes.”

“Yes.” She wet her lips. “Please.” She turned her head and saw him lift the soft fabric and fold it into a long, wide strip.

“Close your eyes, girl.”

In another moment the soft fabric slid over her skin, pressing against her eyelids, and Beau knotted the ends in place. She wondered if he’d leave her hands free, but that question was answered when he pulled her arms forward and locked the cuffs around her wrists. Not behind her back?

“I don’t want anything in my way when I attend to that sweet ass,” Beau said as if reading her mind. He checked the blindfold, testing its tightness in place. “Do not move your hands. At all. Grab the coverlet if you have to but otherwise no movement.”

The next thing she felt was the leather of the belt trailing over her skin from her neck across her buttocks down her legs to her ankles and back again. She wiggled her hips, wanting him to get on with it. She was already so aroused she was sure one stroke and she’d explode. As if he could hear her thoughts, Beau placed one hand on the curve of her ass and pressed down on it lightly.

“No coming until I tell you to. If you disobey me I may not let you come again the entire time I’m home.”

Ohmigod! No!

“I’ll be good, Sir,” she promised, her voice muffled by the bedclothes.

“A proper response.”

The feel of the belt disappeared but in a moment it snapped through the air and cracked across her skin, heat blooming from the site of contact. The walls of her pussy clenched with the stimulation.

More!
She wanted to shout it.

As if he heard her silent plea, he whipped the belt over her again, and then again. Twenty times in all, pausing occasionally to glide his palm over her flaming skin. Lost in the darkness behind the blindfold, the pain was intensified. More arousing. Then nothing. Nothing at all. She heard sounds, but she wasn’t sure exactly what they were. She tried to control her breathing as she lay there but
ohmigod
she wanted him so badly.

Beau nudged her legs apart with his foot and ran his hand over the lips of her cunt. She tried to push back against him, but he pinched each of her outer lips, hard.

“None of that. I’m controlling the action here.”

It was hard to hold still as he thrust two fingers inside her, swirling them in her soaked channel, curling them before sliding them out.

“You’re so wet I don’t even think I’ll need that lube,” he said. “Jesus. I love it.”

He spread the cheeks of her ass and painted the crevice with her liquid, dipping his fingers in her cunt to scoop out more, playing with her anus as he rubbed the moisture into her tissues. He pushed one finger slowly into her dark tunnel, moving it gently in and out, repeating the process as he continued to use her own juices to lubricate her. By the time he was able to press three fingers inside her she was biting her lip so hard for control she was sure she’d make it bleed.

“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.

Oh, please, yes. Fuck me now.

She wanted to scream the words at him.

But it wasn’t his cock she felt sliding into her pussy, rather the vibrator which he turned on as soon as it was completely inside her.

Oh, God! Oh, help!

How was she supposed to control herself now?

She heard the sounds of a condom being unwrapped and visualized him sliding it onto his thick shaft. In a moment the broad head of it nudged at her anus, easing into her ass one thick inch at a time.

“Breathe through your mouth, girl. You can take it. Come on.”

And she could. She’d taken it before although not when one of her channels was filled with a dildo. And he moved with such agonizing slowness.

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

Finally he was all the way inside her. The dildo continued to hum and the swelling of his cock told her he could feel the vibrations.

“Now,” he told her, gripping her hips. “Now we’re going on a wild ride. Come when I tell you to.”

It was so hard to hold on as he drove into her again and again, the pulsations from her cunt spreading through her entire body. Her nipples were so hard she could actually feel the metal of the rings threaded through them. And still he rode her, harder and harder. She knew the exact moment his climax surged through him. His fingers tightened on her hips and his body stiffened. And in her darkness everything was intensified, every sensation magnified. She could smell their mingled scent, feel every inch of him touching her.

“Now, girl,” he shouted. “Come now.”

He thrust once more, twice, three times and when she had reached her absolute limit they exploded together. She knew nothing except for the great shuddering of their bodies, the spasms that ripped through her, the black velvet surrounding them filled with the starburst of rockets. She convulsed over and over, her pussy gripping the vibrator as the walls of her rectum clamped down on Beau’s hard cock.

At the moment when she was sure she wouldn’t survive, he eased himself from her body, slid the vibrator from her wet channel and placed a soft kiss on each cheek of her ass. She heard him moving around, probably to dispose of the condom. Then he was lying next to her, untying the blindfold and tossing it to the side. His gently stroked her cheek with his lean fingers.

“That was some welcome home.” He smiled at her. “Almost worth being away.”

“It was—” she searched for a word. “Beyond magnificent.”

“And only the beginning,” he grinned. “Don’t move.”

Since her muscles now felt like limp pasta she was only too happy to obey. She heard sounds in the bathroom, water running, glass clinking, other sounds she tried to identify. She lay there in the grip of lassitude until his hands slid beneath her and he lifted her in his arms.

“Time to take care of my girl,” he told her.

He had drawn a bath and apparently emptied her entire jar of bath salts into the water. The fragrant steam rose in the air, teasing her nostrils. Beau stepped carefully into the tub and eased himself down then carefully lowered herself between his legs. When she was leaning back against him he cupped her breasts with his palms, his thumbs playing with the rings in her nipples.

“Megan?”

“Mmm?” Were they out of D/s mode already?

“I have things I want to say,” he began in a hesitant voice, “and I’m not very good at them. Probably because I’ve never said them before.”

“O-okay.” She didn’t know if she should be pleased or alarmed.

“We’ve got something here. We both know it so don’t try to deny it.”

Deny it? She wanted to shout it!

“Military couples have to be really strong to weather all the separations and the tension. I know wives and partners worry a lot. I hear guys talking about it.”

“Yes,” she agreed. “I’m sure they do.”

“But you’re a strong woman, Megan Welles. We’re both strong. And I think we can outlast whatever comes our way. What do you say?”

“To what?” she asked. “What are you saying here?”

“I want this to be permanent.” He squeezed her breasts. “I want to know you’re here waiting for me when I’m out on a mission. I want you to share your work with me so I can show you how proud of you I am. And…” His voice trailed off.

“And what?” she prompted.

“And tomorrow, if you’re okay with it, I want to make sure the world knows you belong to me and I belong to you.”

“And exactly how do you intend to do that?”

“I want you to take me to the best jewelry store you can find and pick out the most beautiful collar they have. Something we can have them engrave our names on, and the date.” He kissed the top of her head. “And the word
committed.
Because we are. Right?”

If they hadn’t been in the tub she would have thrown her arms around him and hugged him until neither of them could breathe.

“Right. Yes. Oh, yes, we are,” she breathed.

“I love you, Megan. And I respect you. And I don’t want anyone else to claim you but me.”

“I love you, too, Beau.” She let out a slow breath. “More than you know.”

He leaned back his arms beneath her breasts, holding her tight against him. “Good. That’s good. And while we’re out?”

“Um hmm?”

“We need to stock some groceries because I don’t plan on us leaving here until I have to be back on a plane again.”

Now she did move, sloshing water as she turned around and pressed herself against him, arms around his neck.

“Yes, Sir.” She grinned at him, all her nerves doing a happy dance. “Whatever you command.”

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Made for Him

Desiree Holt

Excerpt

Chapter One

I’m not making a mistake. This is the chance of a lifetime. Everything will be fine.

Teri Choate locked her fingers together in her lap, watching through the helicopter window as the Friday afternoon sun lit the waters of the Atlantic Ocean below her. A representative of Micah Sheridan’s had arrived at her condo in San Antonio at noon to take her to the private airstrip where the Sheridan Worldwide helo awaited her. Now, as they got closer and closer to his private island off the coast of Maine, as the weekend loomed before her, she forced back the case of nerves that kept trying to take over her body. This weekend was a test, for both her and Micah Sheridan. He wanted to push her, to see if she could fully match his needs as a Dom. What would he ask her to do that would show him she trusted him completely?

She wanted desperately to unlock his heart, because she’d had the misfortune to fall in love with the man and that was a disaster in the making. Could she submit to him as completely as he demanded, no matter what level he took her to? And could he finally unlock the shackles he kept around his emotions to make their relationship emotional as well as physical? Commit to something long term?

She had struggled for so long with the clash between her submissive nature and her strong personality. It had been a big step for her, even before she’d met Micah, to blend those two parts of her. Two sides of the same coin. The result had been some less than satisfactory relationships, leaving her to constrain her sexual activities to impersonal sessions at The Castle, the private bondage club she belonged to.
It never ceased to amaze her that while she ran an executive employment agency that served clients everywhere, making decisions that involved power and money, once she took off her clothes she turned into someone else. She was sure that was the reason she’d never been able to build a lasting relationship.