Nobody's Hero (20 page)

Karla curled into a ball under the quilt,
fighting the urge to cry.
Fail.
She felt as if a wet blanket
had been thrown over her. Cassie had described that feeling during
one of her bouts of depression after the attack during college. But
why should Karla feel depressed? Adam had finally begun seeing her
as a woman.

Master Adam doesn’t want me.

After their argument over his nightmare, he’d
sent her to sleep alone here in her room. She’d cried for hours,
then had fallen into a restless sleep for the last hour or so. She
needed to make amends. How? She didn’t’ even know what she’d done
to displease him.

Clearly, he didn’t want her anymore. Tears
spilled over the bridge of her nose and onto her pillow. The
stabbing pain in her chest smothered the air from her lungs. She
should go wake Cassie to try and talk this through, but her friend
hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep last night either. No, Karla needed to
fight through this, whatever
this
was.

Go to Adam. He can help.

Not now, please
. She didn’t want to
deal with the mysterious voice of the woman who kept telling her
what to do. It was enough that she had to take orders from Master
Adam. Besides, he'd made it clear he didn’t want her. He’d rejected
her. Another sob tore from her throat; she curled up even tighter,
trying to lessen the area these feelings could bombard by making
herself a smaller target.

Go to Adam.

She groaned.
All right, already! I’m
going!

She threw the quilt and blankets back and
swung her stiff legs over the edge of the bed. She grabbed Adam’s
robe; his lingering scent making her want to cry even more. She
didn’t want to throw herself at him if he didn’t want her. But she
did want to feel his arms around her again. She needed him to make
this awful pain go away.

Problem was, he was the reason for her
pain.

Karla’s heart pounded as she crossed the
hallway to Adam’s bedroom and heard his bathroom door close. She
opened his door and peeked inside the bedroom. No Adam in sight.
She glanced at the hot tub and cringed. Adam said he understood
what they were doing out there. Did he, or was he still upset with
her?

The shower spray started, bringing her back
to the present. Wasn’t a slave supposed to find ways to please her
Master? Surely her Master would welcome having his dutiful slave
wash his body, even if he hadn’t ordered her to do so. Then maybe
he would hold and cuddle her again. She needed him to touch
her.

Maybe taking care of his needs would help her
not feel so abandoned and alone.

Oh, Lord, if he rejected her offer, though,
Karla knew something inside her surely would shrivel up and die.
The shower door open and close, and she reached for the bathroom
door handle. Her hand stilled with it turned down only halfway. She
leaned her forehead against the cold doorjamb.

Move, Kitty!
She wasn’t going to
complete her mission standing outside Master Adam’s bathroom door.
She didn’t have a lot of time. He took quick showers; must be his
Marine training. She wanted him to love her with his whole heart,
the way he’d loved Joni.

Perhaps this was just another pipedream, like
her recording career. Master Adam may never be able to love another
woman, if he couldn’t let go of Joni. His long-dead wife still
controlled his heart with an iron fist.

She opened the door and peeked inside to see
if she would be approaching him without being seen, or if she
needed to go on a frontal attack.

Singing? The last thing she’d expected to
hear was Master Adam singing in the shower. He kept his voice low,
but he definitely was singing in a voice that sent shivers over
her. The man was full of surprises. She hoped they'd have years
together for her to discover every one of them. Then she heard a
couple snatches of the lyrics.

“
Under my thumb. The girl who once pushed
me around.”

What girl? Her?
Is that so, Master?
She smiled. Maybe there still was hope yet. Taking another deep
breath, she poked her head the rest of the way through the door,
her long loose hair dangling toward the floor. His face was in
profile and turned toward the spray with his eyes closed. Perfect.
She resumed her full height and pulled her shoulders back. To
achieve her goal in that shower stall, she’d need to approach him
from a position of power, even if she was supposed to be his slave
and under his total control—and felt like worthless crap at the
moment.

She let the robe slip from her body and
walked across the tiled floor to the shower stall, encased on three
sides by clear glass. She’d never seen one like this before. Very
open. Very revealing. She stopped to catch her breath at the sight
of Adam’s gorgeous chest again. His pecs made her knees give out.
And those nips called to her like a siren’s song, just as they had
when she was sixteen. His six-pack abs also looked as firm as when
she’d first seen them nine years ago. The man took care of his
body.

Lickable. Even as a teen, she’d fantasized
his body would be delicious to lick. She watched him reach out and
pick up a bottle of body wash and he squirted some into his hand. A
familiar woodsy scent permeated the air. He rubbed a lather into
his hair.

Before he finished his shower, she’d better
get inside to help. Master Adam was naked and hers for the
pleasing. She only hoped he’d accept what she had to offer him.

* * *

Adam heard the shower door open and felt
someone soft, warm, and naked press against him. His eyes were
closed to avoid getting shampoo suds in them—not that he had any
doubt who had joined him. “What the f…?”

“Good Lord, Master, this water is freezing!”
Karla must have adjusted the temperature, because the water soon
turned very warm, not that he needed any help warming up with her
in here with him.

He groaned, quickly rinsing off the shampoo,
then dried his eyes on the towel hanging over the shower door.
Karla stood looking up at him like some innocent Alice who’d just
taken a wrong turn in Wonderland and wound up in the shower with
him. Damn her. He needed that cold water again to keep himself from
stirring awake, because his willpower was nil when it came to
Karla.

“Karla, what the fuck are you doing in my
shower?”

“Shhh, Master. Don’t mind me. Your slave just
needs to…wants to help bathe you.”

“I’ve been bathing myself since I was a kid.
I don’t need any help.”

“But you haven’t been bathed by me before,
Master.”

Her sultry smile left no doubt he wasn’t in
the shower with a little girl. He definitely caught a glimpse of
his feisty Karla again. He felt his balls tighten. She squirted the
Oak body wash into her hands and lathered them, running her sexy
hands over his chest and abdomen. Gooseflesh raised along her
treacherous path. That wasn’t all she raised. He also felt his nips
harden into tiny pebbles beneath her fingers. She balanced herself
on tiptoes and pressed her lips against his.

Adam pushed her away, holding her steady by
her forearms when she might have lost her balance. Last night, he’d
abused her body in a way he never should have. She was practically
a virgin, and he’d taken her rough and hard, and then had taken her
again an hour later. Even if she’d said she wanted it, she didn’t
know what she was unleashing.

“Don’t. Kitten, you need to go back to your
room. Now.”

The wounded look in her eyes did him in. Her
chin quivered, and she turned to reach for the stall’s door handle.
He growled and pulled her back toward him, grinding his lips
against hers in a gut-wrenching kiss. He knew he should stop there,
but his tongue delved inside her sweet mouth. Their tongues mated
in a sensual dance, sucking, retreating. His cock throbbed against
her abdomen.

Cool it. You aren’t getting any this
morning.

Karla broke away, gasping for air. “Sir, I
think you’re trying to distract your slave from her duties.” She
turned him toward the spray to wash the soap away. The tip of her
pink tongue stuck out between her lips as she focused on her task.
His dick bobbed, aching to bury itself inside her sweet pussy
again.

Damn it, he’d promised himself that wouldn’t
happen again. How did she keep short-circuiting his brain?

“Karla, I want you to…”

Her pink tongue traced a path toward his left
pec and laved his nipple. He wouldn’t have thought it could get any
harder, but it did. Shit, her tongue felt so good. What would it
hurt to let her explore him a bit? He could stop her before things
went too far.

After washing his other nipple with her
tongue, she pulled back and smiled up at him. “I’ve been
fantasizing about doing that since I was sixteen.”

Thank you, God
. All he’d needed was
that reminder of how young she was. Now he’d be able to kick her
out of here.

Karla rubbed her nipples against his chest
until he felt her nubs turn to stone against his water-slickened
skin.
Fuck
. The woman didn’t play fair. With a groan, he
grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, then bent
down to take her erect nipple into his mouth. He nipped playfully
at first, then bit down harder.

“Ahhhh!” Her moan of ecstasy, coupled with
the jutting of her hips toward him, caused his dick to harden even
more. He released her hair just as her fingers threaded through his
and pulled him closer. He sucked her further into his mouth, then
pulled away, taking her tit with him.

Sweet Jesus.

She gasped for air. “Sir.” The breathy word
made his dick bob. “I haven’t finished washing you. Turn
around…Sir.” Somehow he didn’t think adding the title made her
words any less of a command. Clearly, the woman was just playing at
being his submissive…his slave. She’d more naturally swing toward
being a Mistress, if given half a chance. Not that he'd allow her
to top him, of course.

Her hands reached up to his shoulders and she
began to try and turn him. Her touch and those incredibly sexy blue
eyes made him forget himself for a moment, but he halted. No way
was he going to let her see his back.

He needed to re-establish his place as her
Master. He needed for her to fucking safeword.

“Turn around, kitten.”

She looked up at him, her eyes wide, pupils
dilated. When she didn’t respond, he reached down and slapped her
ass. Hard. The surprise on her face made him even harder as the
sting of his hand against her wet butt grabbed her intention, the
sensory memory of their time in his office a few hours ago now
front and center in his mind. Minutes ago, he’d intended to march
her out of the shower, but now all he wanted was to bury himself to
the hilt inside her tight pussy. She might as well learn that with
him, it most often would be rough sex.

“I. Said. Turn. Around.”

She complied, but more slowly than he’d like.
“When your Master gives you an order, kitten, you need to comply
more quickly or risk his displeasure and your possible punishment.”
Grabbing a fistful of her hair again, he pulled her head back with
one hand, while he pushed her roughly against the shower stall
glass. He wished he had a mirror positioned where he could see her
breasts pressed against the glass, but at the moment, all he wanted
to do was touch her pussy. He reached down and his finger zeroed in
on her clit. Slick. He slid down her cleft and he shoved two
fingers inside her without impediment. Her gasp made his balls
ache. She was ready for him.

He took her hands. “Use your hands as a
cushion.” Prying her fists open, he laid her palms flat against the
glass, in front of her face. Things were about to get rough, and he
didn’t want her banging her head on the glass while he was banging
her pussy. “I’m going to fuck my slave, fast and hard, and she
isn’t going to come until I tell her she can. Is that
understood?”

He heard the hitch in her breath that told
him her excitement level had raised, too. She nodded. Damn it. She
wanted it rough?

“Answer me.” He wanted to be sure she wanted
him to do this. He didn’t get off on non-consensual sex.

“Yes, Sir.”

Her breathless response told him all he
needed to know. He stepped back, grabbed her hips and pulled her
toward him until her head and hands slid down the
glass. He had her back bent at a perfect angle for leaning
over and grabbing one of her tits between his finger and thumb.
With his teeth against her shoulder, mindful not to bite in the
same place as he’d bitten her earlier, he rammed his stiff cock
into her tight sheath.

“Oh, God!”

Hearing her words and feeling her pussy spasm
around him was all the encouragement he needed. He stood up and
began pumping hard and fast, just as he’d promised. When he heard
her head hit the glass, he slowed the pace and released her tit.
“Hands in front of your face.” She adjusted her hands, and he began
pounding his pelvis against her firm ass again immediately. She’d
surrendered herself to his control. His hand moved to her clit
again. He felt the erect nubbin and took it between his finger and
thumb, much as he had her nipple, he pressed until she screamed in
pain.

“Ow. Stop!”

“Did you just tell your Master to stop,
kitten?”

She sucked air in and out of her lungs and he
watched her shoulders rise and fall with the effort to regain
control. No chance. He pinched her again and her pussy clamped onto
his dick like a vise.
Shit.

“I’m sorry, Sir. Please, use your slave as
you wish.”

Hearing her referring to herself in the third
person pissed him off. He didn’t want her to see herself as his
property. His slave. Was that what she wanted?

No way. Not Karla.
Safeword, damn
it.