Free Surrendering To Her Sergeant by Angel Payne Page B

novels she read, or clicked out of the kinky community chat
rooms to which she belonged whenever those subjects came up. Thanks
to Bella, her free time was rare, so she always wanted to get to
the good stuff. The spanking scenes. “I—I thought paddling was the
preferred—”
    “I prefer lots of things,
Ava.” His left brow jumped up. Damn, he stole her breath every time he did that.
“Are you still interested in finding out?” He gentled his hold
enough to stroke her knuckles with the tips of his
fingers.
    “Yes.” She rendered the answer without
hesitation—realizing she’d been waiting seven months to do so.
“Yes, S—Ethan.”
    His lips quirked. Humor laced his
tone. “Sunshine, was that the beginning of a ‘Sir?’”
    Yes. “M-maybe.”
    “Have you ever said it to a man
before?” The teasing tone was gone.
    “N-no.”
    “But you want to.”
    She swallowed. “God, yes.”
    “Then right now, you will. And you
shall.”
    She let him see her grateful smile.
“Yes, Sir.”
    “But no still means no,” he emphasized.
“And you’ll still stop me if I push too hard.” He guided the shiny
head of his cock back to her mouth, nudging it in enough that she
wetted the hot purple surface again. “Because God fucking help me,
I want to push.”
    His admission made her stomach jump
and her senses leap. She opened her throat, longing to take him
deep again but he backed away, leaving only his heady masculine
taste on her tongue.
    “Stand up again, sunshine.” His tone
turned brisk as he wheeled away, beckoning her deeper into the wine
room with him. The tasting area had a pair of plush couches that
faced each other, upholstered in red velvet. He pointed to one.
“Sit there. Arms out to your sides, along the top of the couch.
Keep them there until I tell you otherwise.”
    “Yes, Sir.” The words flowed through
her like honey, coating her mind with delicious warmth. As she
scooted onto the couch, the velvet tickled her bottom and thighs.
Ethan didn’t make a sound. He didn’t have to. The sensual strength
of his stare flowed over and around her, joining with the next song
in the housekeeper’s mix: a thrumming, rock-influenced
tango.
    When she was in position, she looked
up. Her gaze took in the firm brace of Ethan’s feet before catching
on the bottom edge of his tattoo, wrapped around his right ankle.
She followed the elegant circles and symbols back up to his torso,
with his insanely perfect abs and arms. But even they weren’t
enough to distract her from fixating again on his proud, long cock,
even more erect than before, practically pulsing in time to the
music that throbbed in the air.
    The guitars calmed, dipping into a
musical bridge. His quiet but determined command filled the air
instead. “Spread your legs.”
    Slowly, she complied. Nervously, she
waited. His stare was like a physical force, burning across the
tender crevices she opened to him. Needles of awareness pricked her
everywhere. She’d never let a man gaze at her like this. It was
unnerving. It was exhilarating.
    “Your pussy’s glistening,
Ava.”
    She felt her head move. Sort of. He
cast such a beautiful haze over her mind, her will. “Yes,
Sir.”
    “It’s beautiful.”
    “Th-thank you.”
    “Open wider, baby.”
    She licked her lips, obeying by a few
hesitant inches. As she did, Ethan lowered to the floor in front of
her. He braced his hands to her thighs, just above her knees—and
without a word, shoved them farther back. A high cry tore off her
lips. She was stretched shockingly wide, no inch of her sex a
secret to him now. Ethan might as well have finished a crossword
puzzle for all the serene satisfaction on his face. She didn’t know
whether to hate him or adore him for it.
    “Better.” He trailed his hands upward.
Higher, higher…intent on getting to the trembling layers he’d
opened. “You’re stunning, sunshine.”
    “So are you, Sir.” Crazy as
it was, especially after the liberty he’d just taken,