Love and Let Die (36 page)

He ran his tongue over the soul of her foot.

Charlie let out a strangled scream, squirming on the couch, and then he heard it, that low, gorgeous sound. It rang through the whole room and made his soul feel lighter. Yes, he was going to take her. He was going to fill her with his come until she couldn’t see straight, but god, he loved her laugh.

“Oh, my love, is it hard to keep that plug in while you’re laughing?” The worries he had were floating away. This was what he needed. Whatever happened hours from now could happen, but in this moment he was safe and happy and making his sub laugh.

Her face was pink, her smile wide as she glared up at him, a ridiculously stubborn look in her eyes. “I can keep this plug in all day long. Do your worst, Master.”

He picked up her other foot, adoring how he circled her ankle with his hand. She wasn’t petite, his wife, but he could top her easily. He put all five of her toes into his mouth, scraping his teeth along her sole.

“Oh, god!” She was lost to a fit of giggles. Her whole body shook, her breasts bouncing beautifully, her hips swaying. “You’re a sadist.”

He put her feet against both his cheeks, admiring her perfect pussy. “I’m not a sadist.”

Her mouth came open as he ran his nose from her heel to her toes. “Evil. You certainly are. You love to make me scream. You love to whip my ass and torture me.”

And she loved the way he did it. But she didn’t exactly understand him—or herself. “It’s not sadism if the partner loves the pain, pet. Sadists want to hurt their partners. You love what I do to you.”

Her hands came up, a brilliant smile crossing her face as she laughed. “Yes, I do. I do, but if you’re not a sadist, what do you call yourself?”

He knew exactly who he was when he was with her. It got cloudy, uncertain, when she was gone, but, oh, when she was close, he knew who he was. “I’m the man who gives you what you need.”

He dropped her feet, making sure they were spread wide. He wasn’t going to turn her over. No. He wanted to look into her eyes, to see her as he loved her, to take her fully and without restraint. He wasn’t going to pull that bullshit “pushing her away” crap afterward. He was going to sink into her and take what he needed and give her something back. He couldn’t promise her anything past this moment, but he would be here with her in the now.

He got onto the couch with her, shifting her so he could move with her body. She gasped a little as he shoved her to the opposite side of the couch, the crown of her head hitting the arm. “Sorry, love.”

“What are you going to do?” Her voice was sultry, her legs spread wide. She didn’t care about anything but the fact that he was here with her, and that made his heart swell.

“I’m going to give you what you need.” He lowered his mouth down, the heat of her pussy damn near killing him.

He placed a soft kiss on her clitoris, breathing in her scent. She’d managed to calm him, to take away his violent tendencies. Her submission had quelled his need to go fast and hard, softening him to the point that he could take his time with her. He pulled her labial lips apart and sucked each one inside his mouth as she gasped and moaned. He ate her pussy, her tangy taste filling his mouth and sharpening his senses until all he wanted and needed was to be surrounded by her.

Her little asshole was clutching the plug like a favorite toy it wasn’t going to give up. He spread her knees wide, but she didn’t let the plug slip.

His sweet sub deserved a treat before he took his prize. He laid the flat of his thumb right on her clit, pressing down with firm intent. He speared her with his tongue, fucking her in long passes as he rubbed the pearl of her clit.

She went off like a rocket. Cream coated his tongue as she screamed out his name and clamped down around him.

She was still shaking as he got to his knees and tore at the opening of his jeans. He’d given her everything she needed. It was his turn. His cock sprang free, and he pulled the plug from her ass, watching her rosette clench around it.

Fuck, that was about to be his dick.

“Let me turn over.” She reached up, caressing his chest, her words lazy and satiated.

“No.” He tossed the plug away and briefly wondered if the janitorial staff would quit en masse, but he didn’t give a fuck. Five years he’d longed for her. Five years he’d been half a man. He grabbed the lube and started working it over his straining cock. “We’ll do this my way.”

“I thought I would be on my knees."

Because she’d never had anal sex before. Because she didn’t understand how creative he could be when he wanted something the way he wanted this. “You thought wrong. I’ll show you about a hundred different ways to do this. But today, I want to watch you. Trust me.”

“I do, Ian. I won’t make the same mistake twice. Show me what you want, Master.” She lifted her hips when he offered her a pillow.

Carefully placing it under her backside, the pillow lifted her pelvis and gave him easy access to her ass.

He joined her on the couch, lifting her ankles and making a place for himself between her legs. Reclining Lotus, as the Kama Sutra would call it. “Keep your feet on my thighs, knees out.”

The position opened her completely to him. He could take her pussy or her ass, and she was utterly vulnerable.

“You look so fucking soft, baby. Do you how vulnerable and pretty you look? You’re just lying there for me, offering me everything. You’re a sweet little sub.” He lined his cock up to her tight rosette. “Do you know who I am?”

“My Master.” Her breathy answer was accompanied by a little smile.

He pressed against her, his cockhead fighting to get inside. “Oh, baby, I’m the nasty, dirty man who’s about to ram his filthy cock up your asshole. Yeah. Do you feel it?”

A little gasp told him she did.

Back and forth he worked, the head of his dick beginning to disappear inside. He stared down at the lovely sight. Her delicate hole couldn’t hold out on him. No. He was a fucking Viking and he was going raiding. “I won’t let you keep me out. Don’t you even try. You let my cock in. You let your Master fuck your ass.”

Her eyes had widened, her mouth coming open in a little
O
as he forced his cock inside. “I don’t think I used a big enough plug.”

He held his weight off her with one hand and with the other he tweaked her nipple as he continued to thrust inside. “No more plugs for you. I think you like them too much. From now on you only get my cock in this sweet hole. Fuck, you feel good, Charlie.”

So tight. He could barely breathe. Her ass gripped him like nothing before, the heat so different from her pussy. He loved them both equally and promised not to favor one over the other. He would fuck her pussy and her ass and her mouth. He would fuck just about anything on her body that he could push his dick inside because that body belonged to him.
His. His. His.

He pushed in, feeling savage again. She might have been able to erase some of his worries, but she couldn’t take away his raging possessiveness. Whatever had happened before, he had her now and he had zero intention of allowing her to leave again.

Charlie took a shaky breath. “I’m so full.”

“Not quite yet.” He wasn’t granting mercy. She would take every inch of him inside.

She groaned as he worked his way in inch by inch. Her beautiful face flushed pink. “I don’t think I can take more.”

But he still had so much more to give. “Yes, you can. You’ll take your Master. You’ll welcome me inside. Say it, Charlie. Tell me to give you my cock. Tell me you want it.”

“I want it. You know I want it.”

A low groan came from his chest as he finally managed to tunnel into her. She’d taken him to the root, and he held himself steady there, letting her get used to him. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Like my anus is going to explode, Ian. Seriously.” But there was a smile on her face as she panted, obviously trying to adapt.

He let his eyes close briefly, sinking into the sensation of being balls deep in her ass. “It only feels like I’m going to split you in two. It won’t really happen. Tell me, baby, did you fuck yourself with that plug?”

“I don’t understand. I plugged myself."

He loved how out of breath she was. And that she didn’t seem to understand. He looked back down at her. “So you didn’t move it in and out? You didn’t fuck the plug.”

“No, Master. You only told me to plug myself. Ian, please. Please, I want to give you what you need but this is killing me. What’s happening?”

No. She hadn’t fucked the plug. She thought this was all there was. She didn’t understand a damn thing. A sweet little virgin and he was going to show her how nasty and dirty and glorious anal sex could be.

“Are you ready, baby? Are you ready for me to fuck you?”

She gritted her teeth. “I kind of thought you already were. Ian, if you have anything left that isn’t already inside me, we need to talk.”

A laugh bubbled up. She was the only one who could do that to him, who could take him from raging passion to laughter in a second. “No need to talk. Just feel.”

He dragged his dick out in a slow pass.

Charlie’s eyes flared as she caught her breath. “Oh, Master.”

A long, slow thrust back in. “There’s a reason women let us do this to them, baby. Tell me you love it.”

Her hands came up, tightening on his shoulders. “I love it.”

This time when he pulled out almost to the tip, her ass tightened around him, trying to keep him in. “Tell me you love it when I fuck your ass.”

She groaned, biting her bottom lip as he thrust harder this time. “I love it when you fuck my ass. Please, Master. Please fuck my ass.”

“Now that is a polite request and one I’ll honor.” He gave up the dirty talk. It was time to let his cock do all the communicating. Heat poured through him, his every muscle clamoring for release, but he didn’t want to stop.

Over and over he moved inside her, his eyes watching the place where his dick disappeared inside, where he dominated her. Over and over. In and out. That tight asshole fought him as he thrust inside and then greedily clamped down on him as he pulled back. Every inch of his cock was pressed and squeezed inside her.

Then her asshole spasmed around his dick as she came, her nails biting into his shoulders.

He couldn’t hold out another second. His balls drew up tight. His spine tingled. His vision narrowed down to one thing only—her. The orgasm flared through him like a wildfire and he came in long passes, giving her everything he had. He thrust deep, holding himself hard against her, spreading her even further so there wasn’t an inch of space between them.

Pleasure made his eyes cross, his brain flare, and finally a calm sense of peace settled on him as he slipped from her ass and let her take his weight. Pressing her into the couch, he laid his head on her breast.

Her hands found his hair, stroking him softly.

Ian closed his eyes and hoped that time could slow down so he never had to make the decision he was going to be forced to make.

Chapter Fifteen

Charlie looked around the well-appointed jet and decided that Damon Knight must be the shit back at MI6. It wasn’t a massive jetliner, but it more than made up for size with luxury.

There were twelve leather seats in the cabin and they didn’t look anything like the tiny coach seats she’d flown in before. This sucker reclined fully and looked to have been built for two.

Or just really oversized men. Ian took up all of his seat. He sat beside her, looking down at reports as they waited for the others to board.

Of course even the comfiest of seats couldn’t make up for the soreness she was feeling. Damn plug never made her sore. It also hadn’t made her come like the world was ending. She squirmed a little, trying to find a comfy position.

Ian’s head turned, a devilish grin lighting his face. “Do you need help, love? Is there something making you uncomfortable?”

She would take a little soreness to see him smile like that. If he thought he was embarrassing her, he was so wrong. Embarrassment was for people who had nothing better to do. “Yes, I am because someone decided to shove a very large item up my poor backside and now that same person is making me take a twenty-four hour flight.”

His smiled broadened and he leaned over, brushing her hand with his. “Your Master is a horrible man. He obviously thinks only of himself and about just how good your ass felt.”

“Oh, my god, please stop,” Chelsea said from her seat behind Charlie. “I can’t tell you how gross that is.”

Ian winked at Charlie. “Your sister is a prude. Are you really in pain? I’m sure they have something you can take for it.”

She rather liked the ache. It was a reminder that he was still here with her. She squeezed his hand, adoring the intimacy. “I’ll just have a glass of wine. I’ll be fine.”

He nodded and turned back to his files, the ones she’d given him. Small steps. She couldn’t ask for anything more.

Well, she could hope that they were all still alive tomorrow, but that was about it. She wouldn’t put it past her uncle to have a couple of surface-to-air missiles at his disposal.

The cabin door opened and Simon and Jesse entered. Simon looked dapper in his three-piece suit, as though he hadn’t been up all night. Charlie watched as Simon’s blue eyes found Chelsea’s before moving past her. Jesse was carrying a briefcase and had gotten a haircut. He looked deeply uncomfortable in his dress shirt and slacks, but it looked like Simon was forcing him to take the job seriously.

Simon stopped at their aisle, looking to Ian. “Everything is in place.”

“And the office?”

“Is closed for the week. I sent Phoebe home, and she’s going to work from there until we decide it’s safe.”

“She probably threw a party,” Ian muttered.

“She cried. She cries a lot,” Simon said with a sigh.

Jesse frowned as he took a seat at the back. “She’s just a little sensitive. You should try being nicer to her.”

“So everyone is off then?” A new voice filled the space, and Charlie turned to see a large man with golden brown hair and green eyes standing in the aisle. He was wearing jeans and a black T-shirt that molded to his broad shoulders and muscular chest.