Treasured (Masters and Mercenaries #22.5) Read Online Lexi Blake

Categories Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Masters and Mercenaries Series by Lexi Blake
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
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David had moved to the side so she could see him easier. That sound had been him whipping his belt free of his pant loops. As she watched, he folded it in half, buckle and tip held in one hand.

“Oh, shit,” she whispered.

David grinned, hooked a finger in the belt, and snapped it.

Her pussy clenched in reaction to the sound, and she was now so wet that she knew the crotch of her panties was soaked.

“Professor…you know how to use that?” Tessa wasn’t used to feeling unsure. That wasn’t who she was. She was capable and confident and focused.

His expression softened. “I do, but if you’re scared, I won’t.”

She liked the fact that he could move fluidly between roles, that he didn’t get thrown off when she needed to talk. “I’m not scared. I trust you. But you could get this moving.”

“I’ll move how slow or fast I choose, and you will mind how you speak to me.” This mild-mannered stern thing he had going, punctuated by the occasional hard, undeniably Dom-esque commands, were making her crazy. She needed him to rip her panties off and fuck her. She wanted his cock in her, his hips hitting her red, aching ass.

A whole body shiver wracked her, and her nipples, smashed against the desk, tightened painfully. She dropped her head back onto the desk, her breath fanning back against her face.

“Please,” she moaned, not even sure if he could hear her.

“Please what?” David’s hand smoothed over her ass.

“Please use me. Punish me. Play with me. Study me.” The words were raw and way too real. She swallowed, frightened not by him, but by the way he made her feel. Like she was home, like he understood exactly how to handle her.

Kyle’s words from earlier crept back into her head. Had she called off her engagement because somewhere deep down she’d prayed this one man existed? Had she longed for him before she’d even known his name?

She’d wanted to say “Stop screwing around and fuck me already.” She didn’t because she knew better. Knew that submitting to her Dom meant finding a kind of emotional and physical peace that she could never achieve on her own, and she needed it now.

That didn’t stop her from being wildly frustrated, and perversely, even more aroused by that frustration. By her lack of control.

“I will, Tessa. I’ll do all that and more.”

There was a small woosh of air, and then the belt struck her ass. She yelped, head rising, but…it hadn’t hurt. It felt like he’d bounced it off her backside rather than actually spanking her with it. He slapped her other cheek, a bit harder, but still not enough to hurt. It was a mind fuck. He knew he’d put her on edge and then proven he could make sure she didn’t go over.

Bastard. Sexy bastard.

“The belt is more about the sound than the sensation. I like the way it sounds,” he admitted, skimming his fingers down her spine. “I like the way you tense up in anticipation, and then you practically sag because you wanted it harder.”

“Damn it, I do.” Tessa blew out a frustrated breath.

David stepped up behind her, grinding his pelvis against her backside. She tried to spread her legs so she could feel the hard ridge of his cock against her pussy rather than the seam of her ass. She couldn’t because his feet were planted on the outside of her own. It was the first time in her life her legs had been kept closed during a scene rather than her Dom demanding she stay accessible.

He leaned over, his weight grinding his hips into her well-spanked ass. “Not yet. We haven’t reached the point in this evening’s study where I put my mouth on your sweet pussy. Where I use my tongue to figure out exactly how you like your clit played with.”

“Professor…” Her pussy actually ached.

“Yes?”

“Exactly what point are we at in your study?”

“We’re at the point where I play with your pretty ass.” His weight vanished from her back, leaving her feeling cold. She wanted him close again.

His hands rubbed her ass, which had that good post-spank ache. When he squeezed, it caused just enough pain to have her sucking in air. His hands slid up to the waistband of her underwear. He grabbed hold of the gathered fabric which was tucked between her cheeks and lifted.

Tessa yelped as the silky cotton fabric of her panties stroked against her pussy and rubbed the rim of her ass. She danced up on her toes, but that only made him pull harder. It was like the mother of all wedgies, except it hurt in all the right ways.

He released her, and before she had dropped her heels to the ground, he was stripping her panties off her. She lifted her feet when he tapped each ankle in turn. She saw the underwear sail through the air out of the corner of her eye.


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