Hold 'Em: Vegas Top Guns, Book 3 (17 page)

“Very good, pet.” Her voice was hypnotic. Just the right timbre to soothe him and stoke his pride. “But we still have the little matter of your inability to count. Seems the Air Force would’ve made that a requirement somewhere along the way.”

He couldn’t focus, only heard her rummaging through his drawer. Only rummage wasn’t the right word. She was as careful with his things as he was. He liked that. Craved that measure of connection and trust.

Thirty seconds later, he hissed in a breath as cold lube drizzled onto his asshole. “I believe this is called an anal plug,” she said, as if giving instruction.

Mike tensed at first, then relaxed as four inches of chilly, unyielding acrylic slid up his ass. He bared his teeth. More fists in the comforter. He was losing it. And maybe she knew that. Her fingers circled the base of his cock and cupped his balls.

“And your cock ring. Can’t forget that.”

Her voice was ragged, smug and awed at the same time. Barely keeping it together? God, he hoped so.

“Wouldn’t want to, ma’am.”

“But I changed my mind, Michael. Head back down on your forearms. I love how that pose shows off what I’ve claimed. This.” She pressed her palm against the base of the plug. “And this.” Tickling fingers played with his cock and balls. “Mine, aren’t they?”

“Yours.”

He heard a soft clatter of wood. The ruler. Back again.

“That’s right, pet. Just like I still own your ass. Now, sets of ten.”

Chapter Nineteen

Leah realized there was something different about her and the way she’d embraced this kink thing. At the same time, she didn’t think she could understand women who
wouldn’t
find Michael hot. He took so much. Every muscle twitched, and the hazed-out look in his eyes said he’d given up everything.

For her.

That rush went straight to her pussy.

The turn-on, however, wasn’t her biggest concern. Yet.

With Mike so far gone, she needed to be the one who set the pace and kept him safe. What a responsibility, but also a thrill.

Another set of ten. Another amazing gift from the man who took all she wanted to dish out. Leah kept her hand on the small of his back, needing that connection. Touch was a mainline, revealing every jump and change in his breathing. She gathered the details of his body even as she layered pain over his ass, always ensuring that the ruler didn’t strike the plug. No hurting her pet.

Relentless. She still couldn’t believe this was her.

Part of her wanted to stop, wanted to lie down next to him and ask, “Really? We’re doing this?”

Then she’d need to relinquish the top-level focus that burned her inside out. She saw everything about him with shattering clarity, because it was all for her.

A leashed beast.

The thing about a leashed beast wasn’t just that he was big or had mean teeth—though Mike had the muscles and the brawn to make him intimidating. No, it was the feeling that he could snap at any moment. Flip over. Take out his trainer with a bite at the jugular.

He could, except for Leah’s control.

So much. Almost too much. As if the smacks she dropped on his ass weren’t enough to spike her brain like heroin.

She liked the long, mean ruler. With the smallest twitch of her wrist, she sent a lovely whistling noise through the air. The hard connection of wood to skin shot up her forearm, followed by a hiss when Michael sucked in through his teeth. Rough counts. His voice hardly faltered now, but the muscles lining his spine still tensed beneath her hand.

She kept on with hyper focus. His moves. His sounds. The way the acrylic butt plug caught tiny gleams of light, which made for entrancing gradations of color between toy and skin. He was tan layered over with red. In the center of each cheek, a white circle bloomed—the places that bore the brunt of her aggression.

She lowered the slender paddle with deliberation and laid it flat over his ass. Rocking it back and forth, she pushed down. Not another strike, but relentless pressure until his breathing jerked when she hit a tender spot.

“There, pet?”

“Ma’am?” His voice was so fuzzy at the edges.

She leaned down, peeked at him. A check-in. His blue eyes were vibrant and gone at the same time.

She suppressed the jolt that choked under her ribs. “That’s where it hurts? Is it too much?”

His throat worked on a swallow, then he rocked against the wooden toy. That silent request was enough to make her fall apart with desire. She needed him all the way down to her toes, but she needed to finish this more. There was an undone feeling, as if she still waited for something—something from him.

She caressed his back, but long, smooth strokes turned mean. Like being possessed. Her nails got into the action. She watched her paler hand move across his tan back. Red lines appeared under her fingertips and arrowed toward the cleft of his taut ass.

Becoming more and more focused, she was hit by a pure truth. She loved this. Every moan. Every request his body made. He intensified her senses and hauled her arousal to new heights.

She’d find it fascinating. Later. After they’d finished.

“We’re almost done, Michael.”

He groaned in response. With a shift of his shoulders, he pushed his head against folded forearms.

The nape of his neck was bare. She scratched her nails against that paler skin. Not hard. No marks that would last past tonight. Across firm shoulders, she dug harder, with deliberate intent to cause pain. Dark red lines puffed. Point and counterpoint. She wondered which he liked more.

Leah certainly knew which she liked.

She reached beneath his body and stroked his thick cock. All the blood in his body had to be charging hard. Just like hers.

“You’re going to take ten more strokes, pet. No need to count them off. You might not be able to. I intend to be rough.”

He shuddered down to his toes. Beautiful.

She eased off the bed, except for one knee, and bounced the ruler in her hand. She felt herself almost…
elevate
, as if she were two feet above her body and watching intently. She’d never been so overwhelmed and still in control.

Like flying. Halfway between immortal and completely fallible.

She swung her arm. A crack reverberated up her arm. The jolt all but owned her.

She put her whole body into all ten strokes. The red across his ass deepened just beneath the plug. Nine smacks. Her world was Michael. Narrowed down. His tiny grunts became louder, his groans longer.

“Last one, pet.” She blew out a quick exhalation. Her lungs burned. She’d been holding her breath for the last two strokes. She owed him her entire self, but that was no hardship. He had it. Every bit. “I’m going to make this one count. You’re going to make me happy. Everything goes into this one last hit. Let it go. All of it.”

She hardly had the words to explain what reaction she sought or if she had the skills to make it happen.

“Yes, ma’am,” he chanted over and over, until it hissed into little whispers of adoration.

She edged her knee toward him until she braced her thigh in front of his. Not that she could stop two hundred pounds of muscle if he went down, but she needed that security. That reassurance for her own nerves.

She let every pushup she’d ever done and every weight she’d ever lifted slam through that final blow.

Michael took it. His groan wound louder and louder, turned into a roar. He cussed like a sailor, although she didn’t think it was aimed at her. None of it made sense. Lots of “fucks” and a couple “cocksuckers”, with hardly a breath between.

She dropped the ruler from numb fingers and laid both hands on his ass. His hot skin stung beneath her palms. Uneven, already swollen. Sexy as fuck. Her brain hazed out to match his, yet on the other side of the coin.

Rather than gouge with her nails yet again, she made herself ease back. Petting and stroking.

She caressed one more time, then shoved. He landed on his side, with an arm over his face.

“God, you’re amazing.”

She bent his body and urged him onto his back. He hissed, probably because of the friction of his ass against the sheets, but his smile eased into that place of contentment she was quickly beginning to adore. She soaked up her success at having read what he needed, all the while taking what she wanted—gorgeous.

She softly stroked the hair at his temples. Sweat turned the golden strands darker. A little sticky. Soon she’d get to soothe him and wrap him up and keep him safe. But not quite yet. She still wanted him. “In fact, all of that was amazing. You took it all.”

His thick throat worked. “For you.”

“That’s why it was amazing.” She wiggled beside him.

His eyes rolled up toward the ceiling before he looked at her, all lovely side eye and intimate trust. “You could show me how much.”

“Right here.” She took his hand in both of hers and cupped her pussy.

Jesus, she hadn’t realized exactly
how
turned on she was. Her panties were soaked. Drenched. The tiniest twitch of his fingers along her seam was enough to make her whole body jerk.

So concentrated on Michael, she hadn’t realized the responses of her own body. Now it came rushing back with angry want. Needy. Violent.

“You see?” She used his hand, pushed her pussy up into his touch. “You see how good you are? Everything you did was for this. My good pet.”

She rode his hand. He added a swirl of fingertips and wiggled under the lace. She pulled them down and flung them toward a far corner. Her bra quickly followed.

After rocking up on her knees, she straddled him. He hadn’t touched her—perhaps because she had given her say-so, or maybe because he was still vacant from his own head. But she needed his touch. Leah took hold of both big, masculine hands and curved them over her breasts. He had the gist of it now, knowing the gentle kneading and pinching that extended her pleasure. Really, it was all about the worshipful look on his face.

She spread one hand wide against his chest and wrapped the other around his throbbing cock. She rubbed his head, over and over. “Good boys get rewards, don’t they?”

“Up to you, ma’am.”

She felt that one all the way down to her core. “Good answer.”

“Truth.”

She tilted her head and realized her ponytail had slipped. Long hair shivered over her shoulder. “Oh really? You wouldn’t be pent up if I stopped? Frustrated?”

His mouth quirked into something near a smile. “That last hit
was
a kind of release. Not the same as an orgasm, but satisfying. Convince me it wasn’t the same for you.”

She shook her head. Couldn’t even try. At the same time, right between her legs, she enjoyed his gorgeous hard-on. She subtly flexed her hips over it, dragging him between her lips. She shuddered when the cock ring bumped over her clit. “Doesn’t mean I’m passing up on this.”

He laughed. “No one’s asking you to.”

After scrambling off to find a condom, she pushed the thin latex over his shaft. She traced the base of his cock and balls with her fingertip along that ring. The metal had warmed to his skin. She licked it. No flavor to the metal, of course, but Mike had a spicy vitality that made her want to take bigger bites.

Crooking her hand around his balls and looping two fingers around his shaft, she mimicked the cock ring. She eased her cunt down his long length. So hard.
Enormous
. She was so goddamn soaked. The way Michael filled her was like returning puzzle pieces to their home.

When she eased her hands back, farther down between his legs, she grazed the butt plug. The laugh she choked down was nearly hysterical. She’d all but forgotten that the man she fucked was riding four inches of acrylic too.

Insane.

Only slightly less insane was when she grabbed the wide base of the plug and rocked her pussy over his cock. She worked his anus with the same rhythm she used while working his prick. He groaned, just as his hands roamed over her body, so restless now. The skin of his ass was hot to the touch. She’d smooth salve over him later and relish every mark and every bit of proof of what they’d achieved.

Just that thought flared pleasure through her chest, melting her insides.

“I’m not going to last long, Michael,” she breathed. His eyes lit up and his mouth pulled into a small smile. “You like that, don’t you?”

Although she tried to keep her stern face, she laughed again. It grew slowly and bubbled up through her body, only seconds ahead of the orgasm that threatened to undo her.

Why wouldn’t he like it? She was
adoring
the whole situation.

Faster. More fierce. She clamped down when he surged up. He was just as hungry for her. Good Christ, the thought alone sent her over so hard that she thought she might come forever. Her whole body tightened. Cunt on his cock. Fingers on his chest. Flat palm on his butt plug. Shoving and hurting and adoring.

Something pushed him over, coming with her, and she’d never know which sensation did the trick. He growled. His eyes burned bright, and he bucked under her. Unforgiving hands clenched her hips with reflexive power. His cock twitched and his eyes rolled closed as he came. He jerked his chin toward the ceiling, which exposed the thick length of his throat.