Chapter 12
Naked and bound, Gavin waited, breathless with anticipation, while Zoe puttered around in the other room. She’d made good on her promise to give him a mistress worthy of the title tonight.
Man, it had made him so damn happy to have her by his side with his brother and Ava. He’d never, ever considered bringing his other bed partners home to meet his family. Not that there had been that many over the years.
He’d had one girlfriend for a few months in San Diego. And then sexy and funny Ariel during his temporary active duty assignment to Hawaii a few years back. But when the operational tempo had increased, his energies had been spent on honing his skills with a weapon, on being with his team during those times he wasn’t flagged for special ops.
He’d only taken that last promotion because he had to, but inside, he’d always be Gunnery Sergeant Donnigan, platoon sergeant and all-around ball-breaker to a bunch of mouthy Marines. Melancholy darkened what should be a fantasy come true—Zoe-time with him naked and tied up.
He seriously had to stop dwelling on the past.
Except he couldn’t do that when he kept getting calls from those who’d lost the same loved ones he had. People who probably wanted what he didn’t have to give—happy stories of his pals and a glazed-over version of the truth. That the sad coincidence of being shot while deployed at the same time and in the same location as Mick and the guys had prevented him from being in that unlucky convoy.
He clenched his fingers around the taut material binding his wrists to the posts on Zoe’s bed and forced himself to relax. God, talk about the wrong time to lose it. Seconds away from being Zoe’s sexual plaything, and he had almost ruined it by getting all self-pitying and sad.
He closed his eyes and concentrated, ignoring the subtle breeze through an open window that made him shiver. Lying naked on the bed, tied up and waiting, should have been more fun than this.
“Well, well, falling asleep so soon, boy?”
Her voice sparked him to awareness. He blinked and, across the candlelit room, saw Zoe in some sexy-as-hell bustier. It had black lines crisscrossing under her breasts, emphasizing her round globes, skimming down her tight abs in red silk and flaring out over her belly, giving tantalizing hints of panties he was dying to see. Over her thighs, a matching pair of black garters with little red bows.Garters.
His cock rose in salute. All thought fled, his blood rushing to that other, more important part of him. He could cry later, he told himself, having a difficult time thinking about anything but burying himself inside her.
“I’m so disappointed, Gavin.”
“No, no. Call meboy. Orbad boy.” He chuckled at her frown. “I mean, whatever you want, Mistress.”
“Thanks so much for letting me be in charge of your fantasy,” she said drily. “Now shut up and listen.”
“Oh yes, Mistress.” He bit his lip to keep from laughing when she planted her hands on her hips and glared at him.
“You’ve been a very bad boy. But I think it’s probably because you’re so stressed. I think a massage would calm you right down.”
He said nothing, not wanting to ruin the moment. Fuck all, Zoe was a queen. She wore her black hair down, the wavy mass flowing over her toned shoulders, kissing the tops of her breasts. The bustier left little to the imagination, and he could see her nipples poking past the thin red material cupping her breasts.
She’d put on some kind of shiny gloss, making her lips look bloodred and slick. He was dying to see them wrapped around his cock. But he feared that if she put them there, he’d come way too fast.
He spread his thighs wider, instinctively readying himself to thrust up so when she settled her hot pussy over him, they’d have the perfect fit.
Zoe smiled and trailed a finger from his ankle up his leg to his hip. And damn, but that light touch made him even harder. Anticipation and her naughty smile would give him wet dreams for weeks, months,years.
She stroked back the way she’d come, moving to the other side of the bed, where she did the same to his right side. When she got to his hip, she again stopped. But this time she turned and flaunted her ass at him, so that he could see—
“Oh fuck.No panties?”
She turned back around and spread her legs, and he saw her wet and slick, mostly shaved. A mouthwatering treat. Shehadto sit over his face. And soon.
“Did I tell you to speak?” She smacked his thigh, very close to his cock.
He jerked and felt a spurt of moisture leave him.
“Oh, so big, baby.” She feathered a breath over his cockhead, and he moaned. But she didn’t kiss him or touch him there. Instead, his sadist of a girlfriend caressed his legs, paying special attention to the insides of his thighs, always coming close but not close enough to his groin.
She turned and slid her hands up his belly to his chest, running her short fingernails over his body, tugging his chest hair, then raking over his nipples until he was panting.
“Zoe, please.”
“That’smistressto you.” She wore a cruel smile, getting off on their play, yet a special joy remained in her eyes. A care that went deeper than just a need for sex.
