Sweet Seduction Page 19

  “Not by me, buddy. I’m hoarding mine.”

  “Yeah, well, you seem to find a ton of ways around those rules, asshole,” Master T was saying as they left the room.

  “I’m going to find my wife,” Chef Taggart said. “See you two for dinner service tomorrow.”

  The kitchen was suddenly quiet, though she could hear the low thud of music coming from the front of the house. She was alone with Macon and she had to wonder if he’d only been jealous and if they wouldn’t be right back where they’d started.

  “Come on, baby.” His voice was harsh as though he’d been screaming at someone and it had hurt his vocal chords.

  She glanced up and he was reaching down to help her. She got to her feet and he started to lead her away. He didn’t say anything else, merely led her through the hallway and down to a room she hadn’t been in before. He turned on the light and she could see it was a small guestroom with a queen-sized bed. It would have been a perfectly normal room except for the spanking bench to the side of the bed and the hooks hanging from the ceiling. She was fairly certain there would be instruments of erotic torture in the closet.

  What did Macon want to say to her? Was he already regretting the scene he’d caused?

  The minute the door was closed, he was on her. He dragged her close and his mouth devoured hers. “Please forgive me.”

  “Macon? What are you talking about? I need you to forgive me.”

  His head shook even as he kept his forehead against hers. “I pushed you to it. I wouldn’t talk to you because I thought it should have been me. I was ashamed.”

  Her heart ached for him. “Never. You survived. I love you. I love you so much. I never want to hear you say that again.”

  “I’ve been angry, Ally. I think I’ve been angry most of my life and I wouldn’t admit it. I was so mad at you. Hell, I was mad at Adam and I finally figured out why.” He tugged at her shirt, dragging it up and over her head. His hands went straight to her bra, undoing the fasteners and pulling it off.

  “Why?” She was compliant, allowing him to do the work he seemed to need. If he wanted her naked, she could do that for him. “Adam simply told you the truth.”

  “Because if he’d waited a couple of days we would have been married and I wouldn’t have been able to shove you aside. I would have been forced to deal with you. I was so mad he couldn’t have waited a couple of days.”

  She sighed, reaching up to touch his face. “Baby, it’s better this way. It’s better to start our lives together honestly. I can see that now. I wanted you too badly to risk losing you. You’re everything I could have hoped for.”

  “How do you do that to me? I’ve got nothing right now. I used to have money and a career that I trained my whole life for. I used to be whole, but somehow when you look at me like you’re doing now—I’m more than I was. I’m greater than I used to be. How is that possible?”

  “I don’t know, but I feel the same and I don’t want to lose it.”

  He crowded her, moving her toward the bed until the backs of her legs hit the side. “Marry me.”

  “Yes.” She would never say no to him when it came to being together. He was arrogant and hardheaded at times, but she belonged with him.

  He pushed at her jeans and she helped him this time, shoving them over her thighs and dragging her panties with them. She kicked off her sandals and she was naked before him.

  “And you won’t be playing with that Southern dickwad,” he proclaimed.

  “I wasn’t ever going to play with him. I was going to let him train with me,” she corrected.

  “Spanking bench. Now.”

  Shit. She should have known he was going to want his discipline time. She definitely knew better than to argue with the Dom. Macon’s shoulders had straightened, his voice deepening despite the hoarseness there. He was moving into Master mode and he was hungry for some play.

  She looked at the contraption and cursed Ian Taggart for having such a well stocked home. She was likely going to be sore tomorrow.

  And she would love it. She would stretch and feel that little ache and remember how close they’d gotten, how much she’d pleased her Master and he’d pleased her.

  With only a bit of awkwardness, she managed to mold her body to the spanking bench. It placed her ass high in the air, gave her a padded resting place for her shins and forearms but allowed her breasts to dangle. All in all, as torture devices went, it was pretty dang comfy.

  “I want one of these. Look at that.” He was standing behind her, studying her ass, and it was obvious he liked what he saw. “This is awfully convenient.”

  His big palms cupped her cheeks.

  She breathed, dragging air into her lungs because her body was already preparing for him. “What am I being punished for, Master? The lie?”

  His hand stilled. “No. I forgive you for the lie if you forgive me for ignoring your very reasonable requests. I’m so sorry for that.”

  He’d been scared. So had she. “You’re forgiven, babe. Both of those actions brought us here, so I wouldn’t take either one back.”

  “You’re being punished for bringing that man between us. Never again, Allyson.”

  “I thought you were leaving,” she pointed out. It was good to know he could get jealous, too.

  “I thought I was, too, but now I can clearly see that had more to do with me than you, baby.” His fingers ran up the length of her spine. “I think I would have come back. I don’t know how long it would have taken, but I would have come back to you after I pulled my head out of my ass. Would I have found you with that asshole Dom?”

  Oh, he had it bad. “I’ll get you a copy of my contract.”

  “You signed a fucking contract with him?” He knelt down beside her, his eyes flaring. Yep, Macon was letting his anger flow. She wouldn’t be surprised if the man didn’t go all green and Hulky on her.

  So she decided to stay calm and pleasant. “I did. I signed an ironclad contract stating I wouldn’t have sex with the man and no intimate touching.”

  He sighed and stood again. “So he gets to live. Let’s never do this again, Allyson. My heart can’t take it. Big Tag was right. I can feel my blood pressure ticking up. I can only think of one way to relax again.”

  She could imagine what that was. And then she didn’t have to imagine because a loud smack filled the room. Her backside lit up and her whole body seemed braced for the storm.

  “No matter what happens, you can’t put another man between us.” He slapped her ass again and again.

  Though she knew he was angry, every smack was controlled. He didn’t hit the same place twice and every bit of the slight pain he gave her morphed into heat and anticipation.

  “I will never walk out on you again, Ally. I swear that to you.” He spanked her again, but he was slowing down. Each smack was punctuated with a caress. His free hand moved to her pussy, sliding through her ever more aroused female parts. “We can fight it out, but I won’t leave you and I won’t be such a massive tool.”

  She had to smile. He was educable. “You were an asshole this morning.”

  He lifted her off the bench in a show of strength that made her gasp. Before she could protest, he tossed her on the bed. “I was. I’m sorry, baby. I was such a jerk that I didn’t even taste your pie or anything you made me. Will you bake for me again?”

  “You’re the chef, Macon. I was only trying stuff out.”

  “From my mom’s book.”

  She nodded. “It made me feel close to you.”

  He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. “Let’s try them all out together. Since I started working at Top, I’ve been dealing with much more complex recipes, but I want to make everything my mom made. I want to do that with you.”

  She nodded. “I will. Come here, Master. I need you.”

  He got out of his jeans and then sat on the bed, pulling his artificial leg off with a sigh. She got on her knees and watched him. She had no idea how the world had h
andled him when he was in one piece because the “damaged” version of Macon was almost too beautiful to look at.

  “Only you, baby. Only you can make me feel this way.” He turned, catching her and flipping them both over. “I want to give Tristan a cousin. I want every tie I can have with you.”

  She wasn’t getting any younger and neither was he. She wanted that family she saw at night in her dreams. “Yes, Master.”

  He was on top of her, separating her legs and fitting himself to her. “I like the sound of that. I love that you’re my submissive, but I think I’ll like calling you my wife even more.”

  His hips thrust up, joining them. She was slick and wet, receiving him as easily as she could. He was so big inside. Her man filled her up and she loved how she had to wriggle to truly take him. She wrapped her legs around him as he thrust up, impaling her on his cock. He stopped and gave her a moment to get used to him.

  “I missed you. I missed this so much.” He lay on top of her, giving her every delicious ounce of his weight.

  “I was so lonely without you.” Years she’d spent alone, but it was only when this man left her that she’d truly understood how empty she could feel.

  “You feel so good. So right. Nothing ever felt as right as being inside you.” He held himself still against her, taking her mouth under his. His tongue plunged in a show of what was to come.

  Slowly, his hips began to move. They found the rhythm his tongue set before he broke off the kiss and rose above her.

  “I’ll never get tired of watching you come. Come for me, baby. I want to watch you light up.” He thrust in harder and faster, his pelvis grinding against her clit. His cock moved inside, searching until he found the right spot.

  Ally felt her eyes widen and she didn’t try to stop the shout that came from her throat as Macon’s cock glided over that perfect spot and she came. The world seemed to fall away and there was only pleasure. She moved with him, trying to get every drop of sensation to be had.

  Macon watched her, his eyes holding hers until his body stiffened and he thrust in short strokes. His head fell forward as he fucked her hard and then ground down. She could feel heat flowing from him to her.

  He sagged against her, but kept them connected as though he couldn’t stand the thought of not being inside her. He buried his face against her neck as Ally let the sweetness of afterglow flow across her.

  “Do you know how beautiful you are?” His hoarse voice got to her.

  “I only feel this way around you.” She smoothed his hair back, reveling in the fact that this big gorgeous man was all hers. She had to ask him about that rasp though. “What happened to your voice?”

  He cupped her face, kissing her forehead like she was something to be worshipped. “I finally cried, baby. I finally let it out. I don’t know that I’m through. I’m still angry about a lot of things, but I know that you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

  She held on to him. “I’ll help you. We might not have a lot, but we’ve got each other, baby.”

  “Yes, a place to stay, a car, and three and a quarter legs,” he whispered against her skin. He chuckled. “We’ve got it all.”

  Maybe not all, but it was more than enough to build a future on.

  Adored

  A Masters and Mercenaries Novella

  By Lexi Blake

  Coming May 12, 2015

  A man who gave up on love

  Mitch Bradford is an intimidating man. In his professional life, he has a reputation for demolishing his opponents in the courtroom. At the exclusive BDSM club Sanctum, he prefers disciplining pretty submissives with no strings attached. In his line of work, there’s no time for a healthy relationship. After a few failed attempts, he knows he’s not good for any woman—especially not his best friend’s sister.

  A woman who always gets what she wants

  Laurel Daley knows what she wants, and her sights are set on Mitch. He’s smart and sexy, and it doesn’t matter that he’s a few years older and has a couple of bitter ex-wives. Watching him in action at work and at play, she knows he just needs a little polish to make some woman the perfect lover. She intends to be that woman, but first she has to show him how good it could be.

  A killer lurking in the shadows

  When an unexpected turn of events throws the two together, Mitch and Laurel are confronted with the perfect opportunity to explore their mutual desire. Night after night of being close breaks down Mitch’s defenses. The more he sees of Laurel, the more he knows he wants her. Unfortunately, someone else has their eyes on Laurel and they have murder in mind.

  ***

  Mitch’s gut rolled with anger. He was doing everything in order to keep her safe and she was treating him like this? “Laurel! Stop right where you are.”

  She kept moving. “I don’t have to. You’re not my Dom. You’re not my boyfriend.”

  “I’m your boss.”

  “Not anymore. I quit. I’m not staying in a place where I work my ass off but my boss doesn’t care. You don’t want me but you won’t let anyone else have me.”

  They were going to do this here? He started up after her, his blood pressure ticking up every second she didn’t turn around and fight with him. He stepped up the pace because they weren’t done. He knew even as he thought it that it was perverse. He knew he couldn’t have her, knew he should be happy that she was leaving and taking temptation out of his path. But all he could think about was the fact that if she quit, he wouldn’t have her in his life. He wouldn’t be able to watch over her. Not again. She was trouble. A lot of trouble. She didn’t search it out, but it seemed to follow her around.

  He pounded up the stairs, disregarding all the alarms that were going off in his head. It was a mistake to follow her. His palm was itching, his cock threatening to take over. She was pushing all his buttons and she had been all damn day. He hadn’t missed the way she’d called him sir. She knew exactly what she was doing.

  And the entire idea of her being at Sanctum both disturbed and titillated him.

  What if they could compartmentalize their relationship? What if they could make it work? If he put her under a contract, he could control how much influence she had on his life.

  “Laurel!”

  She stomped her way back to the office she’d spent six months turning into something warm and inviting. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand the work she’d put into it. It was just that now all he would be able to see was her on that floor. He’d only be able to see how many different ways someone could get to her.

  She held a hand up. That wouldn’t have been so bad if she hadn’t only had a single finger sticking up. Yes. She was giving him the finger.

  He had a couple of things to give to her. His blood started to thrum through his system and his good sense was beginning to seem like a far off thing. Up ahead he could see the way her hips swayed and how perfectly she walked in those four-inch heels. It made him wonder what else she could do.

  She’d almost died. Some asswipe had leveled a gun at her and pulled the trigger and only her quick movements had saved her life. She could be dead. She could be gone, her unique kindness and beauty stopped by a single bullet.

  He should have been questioning himself, but it no longer mattered. She’d pushed him past thought and into action. He hadn’t had the chance to save her before. She’d been on her own in a place that should have been safe for her. But he could take action now.

  She turned at the door and there was a sudden flare of fear in her eyes that sent a little thrill through his system. She was finally aware of him. She wasn’t looking at him like some sad sack she could push around, but like the predator he’d always hidden from her.

  He had to give her one more way out. His cock was threatening to pound out of his slacks, but he still had just enough willpower and common sense to give her a shot at coming out of this whole. “If you very politely apologize, I’ll walk you to you car and you can leave, Laurel. We can talk about this in the
morning like sane adults.”

  “And if I don’t?”

  “Don’t push me again, Laurel. I’ve had enough. You push me one more time and you’re going to see a side of me you don’t want to see.” For the second time that day, adrenaline pounded through his system.

  Come on, baby. Push me again. Let me take over.

  His dick was so close to getting what it wanted. All these months and it had been ruthlessly controlled, tamped down and put on a leash. Hell, since he’d met Laurel he hadn’t taken a lover, not even for a night. He didn’t want anyone else. He wanted her and if she just pushed him one more time, he could chuck his morality for the night and have her. He’d given her every out. She was a smart girl and he’d given her control. All she had to do was make the sensible choice for both of them.

  “Fuck you, Mitch.”

  Decision made. He fell on her like a hungry lion.

  ABOUT LEXI BLAKE

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