His hand trailed down to her breasts. The sadist in him was aroused at the thought of the bite of pain he was going to give her. He would never want to hurt her in any real way, but this was erotic, and he had a plan to soothe her. “This is going to hurt but only for a minute.”
She drew her plump bottom lip into her mouth. He loved that mouth. He loved the way she sucked his cock. “I don’t care about the pain, Henry. I just don’t want this to be over yet. You promised me a whole night.”
How could she think he was done? He wasn’t even close to being done.
She was a terrible submissive, and he wouldn’t have her any other way. “I’m in control here, Nell. You’ll take what I give you and not question me. You’re angling for another spanking, but I think that’s what you want. I’m not done, sweetheart. I haven’t even started yet, but I can’t leave you like this for very long. I know what I’m doing. I would never tell you how to protest, so leave the bondage to me.”
“Okay, Henry.” Tears sparkled in those clear brown eyes as she looked up at him, uncertainty plain on her face.
If she wasn’t the perfect sub, then he wasn’t exactly überDom when it came to her. Protocol didn’t matter. Rules didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but making her happy. He climbed onto the bed next to her, and caught her lips with his. Sighing into her mouth, he pressed her body into the bed, covering her entirely. So soft, so open. It didn’t matter that she questioned him. She was worried, and he wanted to make her comfortable. No concerns were allowed in the bed tonight. Just pleasure.
She could manipulate him with nothing but a few tears and those big doe eyes. He had fucking protocol when it came to his subs, and one of those rules was that his submissive didn’t question him. His lovers accepted his discipline and his pleasure and thanked him for it. If a prior sub had forced him to stop his previous plans to explain what he was doing to her, he would have dismissed her.
But not Nell. He couldn’t even think about dismissing Nell. The women who had come before had been casual, subs he’d picked up in a club or women he’d used as cover for his job. Some had been bought and paid for, some had betrayed him. Women in his world were kept at arms’ length, but he couldn’t do it with Nell. He couldn’t push her away, couldn’t hide behind rules or pretend that she didn’t really matter. She wasn’t exchangeable. No one else in the world could make him feel like Nell did.
She was his ultimate weakness. She could cost him everything. So why did he want to revel in her? Spend every second he could with her arms wrapped around him?
He was the badass. How did she make him feel safe? He kissed her softly, just enjoying the intimacy of being pressed to her body, her legs spreading to welcome him inside. She never tried to hide from him. From the moment he’d met her, she’d opened herself up and invited him in. They had all night. He didn’t want to waste a minute of it.
But first, he had to get her out of those clamps.
He shifted slightly, moving his head to her breasts. Poor little nipples. The teeth of the clamps bit into them, engorging them with blood, making them look like red jewels on her chest. They were so beautiful, and they were about to hurt like hell. “I’m going to take these off now, baby. Try not to scream.”
He pinched the clamp off the first one, and Nell’s gasp filled the room. Before she could say a word, he leaned over and took the wounded nipple into his mouth. He tongued it and suckled gently, easing the pain of the blood racing back in. He tossed the clamp aside, spending all his energy on soothing the nipple he’d just tortured. Nell’s hands found his hair as she held him close. He could smell her arousal, still taste her on his tongue.
“You’re not going to leave?” Nell asked, her voice small and vulnerable.
He would leave, but not tonight. He sighed, shifting so he could get to the other breast. “We have tonight. It’s all I can promise you, but I won’t leave you until I have to.”
If he stayed much longer, he wasn’t sure he would be able to leave at all.
His fingers moved nimbly, twisting off the clamp. His tongue was on her before she could scream. He moved back and forth between her breasts, loving and memorizing them so he could close his eyes and relive the moment later when he was far from Bliss. He couldn’t tell her, but he intended to live with her memory, the vision of her the only thing he would ever be able to love.
He’d made all the wrong choices. He could see that now. He’d done what Nell hadn’t. Nell acted on her love, her optimism. Bishop had acted on all that was dark. Nell had taken the bad shit that had happened to her and turned it into a positive. Bishop had used it as an excuse to indulge his darkness. He wasn’t worthy of her. He couldn’t be, but he could make her believe just how amazing she was.
“You’re so beautiful, baby. I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you.” He kissed the top of her nipples one last time. Her breasts weren’t the largest he’d ever played with, but he loved how round and perfect they were, how they nestled into his palm as though they had been made to fit his hands.
“Henry, that’s sweet, but I’m hardly a beauty.” Her hands moved in his hair.
He lifted his head, frowning at her. He wasn’t about to put up with that. She was gorgeous. Perhaps not in a showy way. She didn’t wear makeup. Her clothes had been designed for function rather than seduction. But her skin was porcelain smooth, her eyes so guileless he could lose himself in them. Her goodness practically glowed. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world to me. I’ll never think anyone is lovelier than you. I’ll never want anyone the way I want you, baby.”
His cock wanted her. So fucking bad. He was dying. His dick was so close to her pussy. It rested right up on her labia, getting coated in all that juice from her orgasm. It would be such a simple thing to let his cock go, and he could be inside her in a single thrust. There wouldn’t be anything between them. If he fucked her without a condom, if he spent himself inside her, he would have to stay. He could buy them a couple more weeks to see if she was pregnant. And if she was pregnant?
The Agency would still come after him. An asset like Bishop didn’t retire to a sleepy mountain town and marry a sweet activist. The CIA had put a lot of money into training him, and he’d been a part of a whole lot of classified operations that the government didn’t want anyone to know about. And that wasn’t the only problem with this scenario. He’d made too many enemies, too many bad choices that could come back to haunt him and Nell. There were a whole bunch of nasty forces out there who would be thrilled to know John Bishop had a weakness.
If he wouldn’t make a good husband, then he wasn’t parenthood material either.
“Turn over.” He couldn’t take the chance, but he also was far too selfish to give up the idea of being inside her without anything between them. He’d had a physical, and she was perfect. There was nothing to keep him from this particular act. He wanted everything she would give him. He wanted to be her first all over again.
She allowed him to roll her over. That round, glorious ass of hers came into view. His mouth practically watered. He’d loved using the crop to tease her clitoris, but nothing compared to spanking that ass, to feeling her skin against the flat of his palm. Warm flesh filled the palms of his hands as he cupped her cheeks. He rolled them, spreading her wide so he could see the plug resting deep in her asshole, a mark of his possession. No one had ever claimed her ass. It would be his and his alone for now.