Luckily for him, his libido wasn’t intimidated by their watcher, at least not enough to deflate his throbbing erection.
“So tight and hot. Gonna fill you now. Easy.”
Setting the lube aside, he took the plug and began to push the tip past the ring of flesh. Oh, yes, this got to him every damned time. The dark thrill he received from owning a sub’s body, spread and ready for him. He loved watching the little device slide deep into her channel, loved her little whimpers and how she pushed her ass out to meet him. Begged for more.
“Sir, please!”
“Don’t worry, there’s more. Much more,” he said softly. This time, he located what he wanted — a leather paddle with a nice grip. An instrument of pleasure, one that would make a nice pop but wouldn’t do more than sting a bit. “Feel this.”
He rubbed one flat side all over her pert ass cheeks, letting her grow accustomed to what was in his hand. To the idea of what he was about to do. Not wishing to startle her, he delivered a couple of very light taps to begin, and then increased the strength and frequency of the swats.
And they were no more than swats, simply given to stimulate the plug in her hole, heighten the sensation of it rubbing inside, causing delicious friction. No more than that because he’d been telling the truth when he’d told her that he wasn’t into hurting or humiliating his subs. Like their last session in his basement, he wasn’t about to bruise her lovely skin or cause redness that stayed for hours. No, he wouldn’t harm a hair on his baby’s head.
His restraint produced the desired results, too. She couldn’t possibly be faking the husky moans that became louder with each strike.
“Ooh, sir! Oh, God!”
Pleased with her response, he rid himself of the paddle. Stealing a glance at Kosta, he saw the man was fisting his cock, working it furiously, his enjoyment of the scene before him obvious.
Something primal took over, a fierce need to claim his woman in front of this intruder. To let him know to whom she belonged and would always belong. Quickly, he parted her folds, lined up, and pushed into her sweet pussy. Drove himself in to the hilt, exclaiming at the wondrous feel of her gripping his cock, rippling and rubbing all around him. Stroking.
“Fuck, yeah, baby. You’re so wet and hot. All mine.”
“Yes, yours!”
“Don’t forget it.”
He took her with languorous thrusts, fingers digging into her hips, faster and harder. The slap of skin on skin filled the room as he took her again and again. Brought them both to the highest peak and over the edge.
She came first, pushing back against him with a loud scream, wanting him deeper. He could do nothing but oblige; he slammed home one last time and let himself go. Gave up all control to ride the wave of sheer heaven threatening to break him apart.
But somehow he survived the onslaught, all the shattered pieces coming back together to render him whole again. Sated and new. After a moment, he withdrew, though he really wanted to stay right there forever.
“That was wonderful, baby. Thank you.” He kissed her shoulder. “You may get dressed.”
“Thank
Blaze turned and began to clean himself off with a moist wipe. Kosta’s eyes were closed, and cum dribbled down his cock and over his fist, evidence of a successful scene. Blaze turned away; this snake did nothing for him sexually.
Apparently the man believed otherwise. “That was most satisfying,” he said, his praise almost sounding reluctant. “I’m glad to see that you two were as pleased as I was by our interlude together.”
How he wished he could say it. Maybe he’d get to it before the case was done. For now, he just nodded, thinking it best not to comment at all if he could avoid it.
He and Emma dressed and straightened their clothing. Kosta, who’d needed only to wipe off and zip his pants, waited, expression revealing nothing.
“I’m glad you enjoyed our scene,” Blaze finally said. “Perhaps we’ll meet again sometime.” He couldn’t say more than that without sounding too eager for a repeat performance. They couldn’t let him get suspicious.
They needn’t have worried.
“Be here tomorrow night,” Kosta said. “I’d like to introduce you to some friends of mine.”
Yes! Swish.
“We’d love nothing more,” he said, offering his hand. That, at least, he could declare honestly.
Kosta shook his hand and then strode out the door, not looking back.
Emma opened her mouth, but Blaze shook his head and put a finger over his lips.
“So were you. And yes, I’m tired.”
He led her out of the club and into the night, scanning all around them for possible dangers. He believed their cover had held, but it paid to be careful. The hit on Michael was proof that none of them were invincible.
He’d best remember that lesson until this case was over.
Emma had never wanted to curl up and die of embarrassment the way she had tonight when she’d had to perform in front of that creep Kosta. And with Ozzie and Willis
Only her lover’s incredible talent could make her forget less-than-pleasant circumstances like those.
“Thank you for not letting him touch me,” she said softly. They were safely in the car and under way, Blaze at the wheel, their two agent friends following somewhere at a distance.
“Are you kidding? There’s no way I was about to let that slime-ball put his hands on you. Besides, we got the objective accomplished tonight all the same — make contact and forge inroads.”
“Yeah, for tonight. It’s how far we might have to go tomorrow or the next night that I’m worried about.”
“Nobody touches you without permission, especially not someone we both loathe,” he said sharply. “Job or no job. Do you honestly think I would allow that?”
“No, not if you felt like you had a choice. But anything can happen undercover, Blaze. You know that.”
“Not with scumbags like Kosta — not when it comes to you.”
A hard knot in her stomach loosened. “You have no idea how good it makes me feel to hear you say that.”
The quiet buzz of Blaze’s personal cell phone broke into the conversation, and he answered, frowning. “Kelly.” A pause. “How’s he doing?”
His frown deepened, and he swiped a hand down his face, expression grim. He exchanged a few more words with the person on the other end and then extracted a promise to be kept updated before flipping the phone closed.
“That was Bastian,” he said. “Michael’s still fighting. He took a turn for the worse today, and they almost lost him.”
“God. I’d hoped—” Her throat closed on the futile words.
“Yeah, me, too. Goddammit, this isn’t fair!” He pounded the steering wheel, letting loose a stream of curses. “It’s not right that a good man like him is clinging to life while these sons of bitches are running around free, preying on innocent people and destroying lives.”
“We’re trying to stop them.” She laid a hand on his thigh. “That’s all we can do.”
“I know, but that doesn’t help Michael.”
The truth of that statement silenced them both. No matter what happened with this assignment, Michael’s fate was out of their hands. And it hurt more than she’d ever imagined, feeling so powerless.
Another call followed so close on the heels of the first one that she stiffened, heart pounding in alarm.
