Free Surrendering To Her Sergeant by Angel Payne Page A

themselves had given it to him since the ink was such a
perfect match for his dark beauty, before realigning her vision
with the tight cotton that covered his clamoring lust.
    With a careful tug, she freed his
shaft from the fabric.
    “Oh!” she blurted.
    “What?”
    She looked up into his face, its
classic angles crunched in concern. A smile bloomed on her lips.
“My fantasies weren’t as good as this.”
    His apprehension darkened into desire
once more. As it did, she ran her cheek along his erect length,
letting her tongue trail in its wake. Ethan’s groan filled her ears
as she explored him even more, tasting, licking, kissing. His cock
was as perfectly formed as the rest of him, sleek and long, velvet
skin stretched over solid muscle. It was trailed with hard veins
that pulsed as she made her way along his erection. Finally she
closed her mouth over the bulb at the end, savoring the tangy
residue of his precum before she drew him in by an inch. Then
another.
    “Fuck!” His reprise of the word came
from the depths of his gut. He brought his other hand around,
sifting through her hair again before bracketing her jaw. With his
thumb, he traced her lips as she sucked him over and over, deeper
and deeper. “Oh, sunshine,” he finally grated, “I don’t think mine
were, either.”
    She pulled back for a moment, daring
another gaze up in his lust-shadowed face. “Please…tell me I was
here in your fantasies.”
    His brows hunkered. “Here?”
    “On my knees for you. Serving you…like
this.”
    It felt so good to say it. To reveal
her darkest secret to him, this dream of being at her warrior’s
feet, naked for him, ready to please him in any way he craved, in
any manner he ordered…
    No. She needed to stop thinking like this. Weren’t the tags that
hung from his neck reminder enough of the fire with which she was
playing? Military men are not good for
you . If that wasn’t
dangerous enough, she tossed kerosene onto the mix by opening the
closet on her kinky needs again. What the hell was wrong with her?
    As soon as he spoke again, the answer
to that didn’t seem so important.
    “Goddamnit.” His voice was husky in
all the right ways. He slid his grip beneath her chin, tilting her
head in order to lock her gaze with his. “They sure as hell did,
baby.”
    An insane, hot sting surged behind her
eyes. She swallowed it back…then threw open the damn closet and let
her kinkster dance. “What else happened?” she asked in a whisper.
“In your dreams…what else did I do for you?”
    A hard gulp plummeted in Ethan’s
throat. Her spirit jumped. As she’d guessed—and hoped—it seemed he
had a kinky closet, too. But he was fighting it.
    “Some parts of my fantasies are best
left locked up.”
    She lifted her chin by a notch.
“Unlock them.”
    His pupils dilated. His erection
twitched. “Ava, listen—”
    “Unlock
them. ”
    With one hand, she palmed
his penis again. With the other, she lifted a pleading hand to his
ribbed stomach. Ethan issued the f word again beneath his breath, echoing the
conflict that crunched his face, bunched his shoulders, and even
jerked his thighs.
    It was time to stop doing this silly
dance, If she had to pull open defiance on him, so be
it.
    “This is called topping from the
bottom, right?” She gripped his shaft and squeezed. With her other
hand, she scratched into his abdomen. “Doesn’t a girl usually get
paddled for this?”
    Ethan’s anatomical earthquake went
still. Without preamble, he grabbed the wrist against his torso and
cinched it tight with his hand. When he answered her, there was no
more forbearance in his voice. Or trembling. “Usually she
does—unless that’s the brat’s goal.” He cocked his head. “In that
case, alternative punishments are considered.”
    She felt her mouth pop open. Her hand,
still trapped by his grip, went still.
    “Al-alternative
punishments?” Shit. She knew about those, of course—but always skipped those parts
in the