Free Mission: Compromised Submissive by Willow Brooke Page A

by right and wrong. He was hers, if only for one night. After what she had just been through, she needed him more than ever, and if she had it her way, forever. Unwilling to get her hopes up , she gave in to the moment, and pulled her brown t - shirt over her head. Without saying a word, she continued to s trip as he watched on. His defined face was hard set and unreadable, but the fire that sparked in the depths of his pitch black eyes told another story. Damn he was gorgeous. There had never been another man who had sto l e n her breath the way Dom did. He was pure alpha male, wrapped in a beefed up package of walking fuck me please. When she shucked her bra, she tossed it at him playfully, earning a groan that reassured her to keep going. Once she sat beside him naked, her lips curled up into a seductive grin.
    Dom couldn’t help but smile at her bluntness. With the still fre sh wounds visible, he knew play time would have to be changed around. Under normal circumstances, her little display would have been grounds for punishment. Tonight, it was only he who received it. “Lay down with your ass scooted to the edge of the seat and your legs propped up as high as they will go.” She stared, unable to process his demands. When he growled, she jumped into motion. He got out of the truck and walked around to the passenger side, snatching up a wad of 550 cord out of the back. As he drew nearer, she watched him cut strips of the thin rope and moved to loop them around her ankles. Her heart beat against her ribs, aching the cracked bones. She remained silent, not wanting him to know the extent of her damaged body. She wouldn’ t go home and miss the mission. Justice still needed to be brought down on the scum they were after, and she was hell bent on delivering her own form of sweet revenge. With a precision she had never seen, Dom crisscrossed the strands around her ankles and secured them from the hooks that were positioned on the roof. He paused, weighing his options. If he tied her wrists, he risked irritating the rope burns and cuts she already had. Instead, he walked up between her parted limbs and looked down at her. “Put your hands behind your head and leave them there. I don’t want to tie them and risk hurting you.”
    “Okay…” She moved them sluggishly, still feeling the tenseness and sore muscles from her capture. What she wouldn’t give for a long soak in a hot bath. Her thoughts floated to a big overfull tub, full of fragrant bubbles. Sitting in the mist would be Dom, waiting with two glasses of champagne . What? Why was she considering romance? He wasn’t the romantic type. If she day dreamed about it now, it would only lead to disappointment later. He was exactly what he appeared to be. Hard, simple, and emotionless. Which was why he had the bedroom pref e rences he did. If he could be in command and stay detached, it kept him from ever opening his heart and getting hurt. Some woman must have do ne a number on him. It was sad… because Vice could see a different person buried deep beneath the gruff crust. Dom was a sweetheart cente r covered in a crunchy shell. He gave off a mean badass attitude, when in all actuality he was the most compassionate and caring individual she had ever met. He would do anything for anybody.
    Dom stared down at the little beauty before him. With her hands up over her head, her large breasts were pushed out and on display. She was gorgeous. Her thighs spread wide, giving him a perfect view of her tender folds despite the darkness. Moisture pooled from her cunt, begging to be licked. Not wanting to let it go to waste, he kn eeled down and lapped up and down her slit, coating his tongue with her delicious cream. He had always loved the taste of pussy. Vice’s didn’t disappoint. The musky smell of her arousal sent his senses into an overload. “Damn your little pussy tastes good. I could eat you for days.” He buried his face again, sucking her little clit into his mouth.