Surrendering To Her Sergeant (10 page)

With one hand, she palmed
his penis again. With the other, she lifted a pleading hand to his
ribbed stomach. Ethan issued the
f
word again beneath his breath, echoing the
conflict that crunched his face, bunched his shoulders, and even
jerked his thighs.

It was time to stop doing this silly
dance, If she had to pull open defiance on him, so be
it.

“This is called topping from the
bottom, right?” She gripped his shaft and squeezed. With her other
hand, she scratched into his abdomen. “Doesn’t a girl usually get
paddled for this?”

Ethan’s anatomical earthquake went
still. Without preamble, he grabbed the wrist against his torso and
cinched it tight with his hand. When he answered her, there was no
more forbearance in his voice. Or trembling. “Usually she
does—unless that’s the brat’s goal.” He cocked his head. “In that
case, alternative punishments are considered.”

She felt her mouth pop open. Her hand,
still trapped by his grip, went still.

“Al-alternative
punishments?”
Shit.
She knew about those, of course—but always skipped those parts
in the novels she read, or clicked out of the kinky community chat
rooms to which she belonged whenever those subjects came up. Thanks
to Bella, her free time was rare, so she always wanted to get to
the good stuff. The spanking scenes. “I—I thought paddling was the
preferred—”

“I prefer lots of things,
Ava.” His left brow jumped up. Damn, he stole her breath
every
time he did that.
“Are you still interested in finding out?” He gentled his hold
enough to stroke her knuckles with the tips of his
fingers.

“Yes.” She rendered the answer without
hesitation—realizing she’d been waiting seven months to do so.
“Yes, S—Ethan.”

His lips quirked. Humor laced his
tone. “Sunshine, was that the beginning of a ‘Sir?’”

Yes.
“M-maybe.”

“Have you ever said it to a man
before?” The teasing tone was gone.

“N-no.”

“But you want to.”

She swallowed. “God, yes.”

“Then right now, you will. And you
shall.”

She let him see her grateful smile.
“Yes, Sir.”

“But
no
still means no,” he emphasized.
“And you’ll still stop me if I push too hard.” He guided the shiny
head of his cock back to her mouth, nudging it in enough that she
wetted the hot purple surface again. “Because God fucking help me,
I want to push.”

His admission made her stomach jump
and her senses leap. She opened her throat, longing to take him
deep again but he backed away, leaving only his heady masculine
taste on her tongue.

“Stand up again, sunshine.” His tone
turned brisk as he wheeled away, beckoning her deeper into the wine
room with him. The tasting area had a pair of plush couches that
faced each other, upholstered in red velvet. He pointed to one.
“Sit there. Arms out to your sides, along the top of the couch.
Keep them there until I tell you otherwise.”

“Yes, Sir.” The words flowed through
her like honey, coating her mind with delicious warmth. As she
scooted onto the couch, the velvet tickled her bottom and thighs.
Ethan didn’t make a sound. He didn’t have to. The sensual strength
of his stare flowed over and around her, joining with the next song
in the housekeeper’s mix: a thrumming, rock-influenced
tango.

When she was in position, she looked
up. Her gaze took in the firm brace of Ethan’s feet before catching
on the bottom edge of his tattoo, wrapped around his right ankle.
She followed the elegant circles and symbols back up to his torso,
with his insanely perfect abs and arms. But even they weren’t
enough to distract her from fixating again on his proud, long cock,
even more erect than before, practically pulsing in time to the
music that throbbed in the air.

The guitars calmed, dipping into a
musical bridge. His quiet but determined command filled the air
instead. “Spread your legs.”

Slowly, she complied. Nervously, she
waited. His stare was like a physical force, burning across the
tender crevices she opened to him. Needles of awareness pricked her
everywhere. She’d never let a man gaze at her like this. It was
unnerving. It was exhilarating.

“Your pussy’s glistening,
Ava.”

She felt her head move. Sort of. He
cast such a beautiful haze over her mind, her will. “Yes,
Sir.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Th-thank you.”

“Open wider, baby.”

She licked her lips, obeying by a few
hesitant inches. As she did, Ethan lowered to the floor in front of
her. He braced his hands to her thighs, just above her knees—and
without a word, shoved them farther back. A high cry tore off her
lips. She was stretched shockingly wide, no inch of her sex a
secret to him now. Ethan might as well have finished a crossword
puzzle for all the serene satisfaction on his face. She didn’t know
whether to hate him or adore him for it.

“Better.” He trailed his hands upward.
Higher, higher…intent on getting to the trembling layers he’d
opened. “You’re stunning, sunshine.”

“So are you, Sir.” Crazy as
it was, especially after the liberty he’d just taken, it was true.
If a casting director for the industry’s next sex god project were
here, his naked magnificence would earn him the gig in a second.
Yet he sat there looking as if
she
was the world’s hottest pinup. “Dear God,” she
murmured, “am I dreaming?”

A smile lit up his perfect face.
“You’re fond of that question.” Tenderly, he thumbed the lips that
guarded her most precious entrance. “Just like I’m fond of proving
you wrong.”

“Ahhhh!”

She cried it as he slipped one, then
two, of his longer fingers inside her. Her head fell back. Her eyes
rolled the same direction. He quickly set up a rhythm of thrust and
retreat, taunting her exposed clit every time he moved in, until
she whimpered and gasped for him. Despite that, she tried to
maintain some shred of composure. She should’ve gone for roping
down the sun while she was at it. The feeling of his flesh inside
her, awakening her…was exquisite. Incredible.

He made it feel even more amazing by
using his free hand to stroke the tops of her thighs. When she
answered with a long keen, he growled, “Fuck, you’re
beautiful.”

“Mmmm,” she whimpered.
“Uh…uh-huh…”

“Do you enjoy submitting to me,
sunshine?”

“Y-yes,” she managed. “Yes,
Sir.”

“Excellent.” The pressure in her
vagina intensified as he pushed in a third finger. A moan erupted
off her lips. He kicked up the pace of his plunges. “And you like
being fucked by my fingers?”

“Yes…yes!”

“You want them to make you
come?”

“Ohhh, please, yes!”

She dug her fingers into
the back of the couch, expecting him to intensify the erotic
assault. Needing it…
ay
, needing the completion so bad…

He pulled completely out.

She pried open her eyes. Stared at him
through the fog of her arousal, past the air that heaved in and out
of her chest. Looked down to the hand he’d just been using to pull
her to Heaven, now resting on her thigh. His fingers were still
shiny with the evidence of what he’d done to her. She whimpered
from the emptiness he’d left behind.

“Wh-what’s wrong?” she pleaded. “What
did I do?”

Ethan shook his head and
gave her that damn Dalai Lama smile. “You’re perfect. So fucking
perfect.” He rose to his knees, still between hers, and moved his
hold to the sides of her waist. “It’s about what you’re
going
to do…for
me.”

She frowned. “I don’t
understand.”

“Hmmm.” He managed to make cryptic and
smug look completely gorgeous. “Not yet.”

“Shit.” That made him
chuckle, which tightened her scowl. “
No
still means no, right?” she
challenged.

“Uh-huh.” He surged a little higher,
bringing his face even with hers…aligning his cock with the
entrance of the tunnel he’d just emptied. “But you’re not going to
say no.”

She managed to laugh. “Is that so?” As
he glided his hands over her ribcage and brushed his thumbs over
the tingling tips of her nipples, she rasped, “What do you have in
mind, Sergeant Sir?”

Tee hee.
How coy and cute was she? When the midnight skies
of Ethan’s eyes gained new silver stars of arousal, she gave him a
wriggle of supreme confidence—

Which froze as soon as he uttered his
reply.

“Alternative punishment.”

He was going to hell. If
Ethan wasn’t sure of it before, he was now, because his delight in
her little shiver, the perfect mix of alarm and anticipation,
wasn’t something a pillar of virtue would feel. Like he could stop
himself if he tried. She was stunning, beyond anything his
imagination had conjured over the last seven months, when he
allowed his mind—and his body—to indulge in a mortal’s thoughts
about corrupting a goddess. Her hair was fuller, sexier. Her eyes
were more mesmerizing. And her naked skin, like honey poured over
cinnamon…
damn
. He
soaked in as much of its glory as he could, certain Mount Olympus
was going to notice she was missing any second and skewer him with
lightning to get her back.

No lightning came. He smirked in
triumph. In that case, the punishment was on.

He savored the sight of her
heavy gulp, and the way she wet her lips in open trepidation before
muttering, “I’d…much prefer knowing if you have anything
else
in mind.”

He slowly shook his head.
“That would be a
no way
, beautiful.”

“Shit.”

He let his grin spill into
a chuckle, ending it with a tongue-twirling kiss on her sweet,
acquiescent lips. “You’re going to
like
this punishment,” he promised.
“Eventually.”

Her chin jutted and her
eyes narrowed. “What the hell is
that
supposed to—
ohhh!
”

The cry sprang out of her
as Ethan tugged one of her nipples and squeezed. The tactic worked
at quieting her sass but bit him in the back bumper, too. Dear
fuck, the woman’s breasts needed to come with warning
labels.
Pinch at your own risk. Nipples
will stand up like the peaks of Macchu Picchu and may result in
painful swelling of the balls and cock.

Despite that, he transferred his touch
to her other breast and pulled it just as hard.

“Ohhh, shhiit!” She started to pant
and tremble, making him look forward to the next moment even more.
When he lowered his mouth to her distended tip, replacing his
pinches with worshipping licks, those breaths turned into stunned
sighs. She took it up another octave when he shifted back to her
other breast.

“You like this too, baby?” He began to
play with her nipples, taunting them with tiny scrapes of his
thumbnails across their reddened crests.

Ava gazed at him from heavy-lidded
eyes. “Yes…yes, Sir. It’s…nice.”

Ethan stilled his hands for a moment.
Gazed intently at her. “It’s just the beginning.”

“Th-the beginning? Of
what?”

“Of giving your mind to me.” He began
to rub her breasts again. Slowly this time. Reveling in watching
how she absorbed his voice and his touch…how her skin pebbled for
him, how her breaths synched to every move he made. “And most
importantly, your imagination.”

“I—I don’t understand.”

He lifted one hand to her face. “Just
trust that you will.” He didn’t have to ask if she understood, or
had thoughts of rebelling. The woman still had her arms stretched
along the back of the couch. Even when he’d crunched her nipples so
suddenly, she’d kept both there, locked in the position he’d
specified. The woman may have streetwise sass and a hellcat’s mouth
outside this room, but right here, right now, she was didn’t just
want his control. She yearned for it.