abdomen. She gazed at him as he sent a meaningful look to his firm grip, now on both sides of the ladder. “Caught my mermaid,” he said softly. “Turn around. Stand on the bottom step.”
He’d never get tired of that light flush in her cheeks when he took control, the way she swallowed, how it made the fragile lines of her throat move.
When she complied, the tension of standing on the ladder gave her pert backside an intriguing lift, square in his view. She looked over her shoulder at him, her sleek hair spread over her shoulder. The valley of her spine, the curve of her back and slim lines of her shoulders, also filled his vision, but that sweet ass stayed front and center. Her lips were temptingly wet.
“Lie down on the concrete,” he said. “Hips hooked over the lip of the pool.”
And there came that sexy little quiver as she understood what he was intending. She stretched out on the concrete. It would be warm from the sun coming through the windows, and he confirmed it when he saw how she flattened herself to it, pressing her hip bones just over the lip of the pool as he’d commanded.
Her heels brushed his sides as he used his grip on the ladder to push himself down further in the water, bringing himself level with her thighs.
“Spread them wider,” he said, a low rumble.
She did, which meant her feet left the bottom step of the ladder, floated free on either side of him. He put his grip on the ladder over her legs, so both his arms and his body would keep them open as he desired. Then he moved in, putting his mouth on that red damp crotch, breathing heat on what was beneath. She shuddered, and he saw her fingers curl against the concrete.
“Rory…” she breathed.
“Let me tell you something,” he said, brushing a kiss on her upper thigh, right at the crease with her buttock. He nipped her with teeth, watched her jump. “For the past week, you’ve made sure I took medicines, checked my vitals, helped me do all the things the doctor told me to do. I told you I didn’t need a nurse, that I could take care of myself. And I have and I do. But you still helped, because you care. Because I needed the help, and you’re a friend. You’re family. You love me, and I love you.”
She licked her lips, her gaze flicking down to him and then away. She knew the other shoe was about to drop. He let the pleasure of it build in his gut, move up into his chest. Gave her another nip.
“But I think you need a reminder of who’s in charge here. Don’t you?”
She nodded, her lips pressing together. He treasured the sensual anxiety in her hazel eyes, even as he sharpened his tone.
“Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”
“No, Rory. No, sir,” she added hastily as he nipped her, harder this time.
“So who’s in charge here?”
“You are.”
He brought his mouth back to her cunt, tonguing her through the fabric, pushing. Her buttocks tensed, her heels digging in to his sides. He nudged the elastic aside, dipped beneath it with teeth and tongue, and leisurely enjoyed eating her out, tasting the slick arousal. She jerked, shuddered, made little cries. All of it filled him with a deep male satisfaction, a fierce possessiveness.
He took down the bottoms to reveal her pale pink buttocks. He cupped water in his palm, letting it trickle over them, then down between her legs, giving her the contrast of the wet heat of his mouth and the cool water. When she was gasping for air, eyes closed, he backed off enough to slap her ass with a wet palm, knowing it would change the nature of the sting, make it stronger.
She cried out. Then her buttocks lifted, asking for more.
He liked to give her more.
He did it until he saw her squirms become less on the pleasure side and more on the discomfort side, and then he did it another half dozen times. Proof that she’d bear more for her Master, and him testing that obedience. Then he put his mouth on her again.
He loved the taste of her. He wanted to let go of one side of the ladder, run his hand up her back, let her feel his palm there, but he needed to keep his balance to work his mouth on her just the way she needed. Afterward, he’d