Free Master of Two: Nascent Love by Derek, Verity Ant Page B

fluttering of her hands on my thighs as she fought the
urge not to push away told me she was at her limit. Amiko's mouth
moved faster, her hands worked my balls gently. I pressed her head
down again and waited for the signals that told me she was
struggling. I counted to five and let her up again.
    My excitement climbed with every stroke of
her mouth on me. It started off leisurely, but soon it was urgent.
I wanted to come, and I wanted to draw out the moment as well.
    Amiko was excited. I knew she loved having
her hair pulled, and she was wet; I could smell her arousal, clean
and gently musky. I briefly considered fucking her, but my cock and
I wanted her mouth more.
    "Faster."
    Her answer was to obey me, moving on me with
the speed I wanted. I pulled at her hair steadily and she moaned.
The vibration brought me to the brink. I balanced there for a long
moment, finally spilling in her mouth.
    My girl swallowed and gently milked me with
her hand, until I had no more to spend.
    I let go of her hair and leaned back in the
chair. "Well done, pet."
    She smiled sweetly, proud of herself and
truly happy to give me pleasure. That's so important. If they're
not enjoying it on some level—even when I am rough with them—I
can't enjoy it either. I have meted out punishment as necessary,
but that's not my form of sadism. I like it during sex, for the
most part. Outside of that, I do what needs to be done, when it
needs to be done, and I get it over with as quickly as I can. If
either of my girls needed punishment often, they would not be part
of my household for long.
    At my nod, Ami padded quickly into the house
and brought out a washcloth to clean me before I tucked myself back
in my shorts and zipped up.
    That was a pleasant interlude. A nibble, as
it were, for both of us. We've had many such moments together and
with Renee.
    Memories like that make me smile. My girls
are my lights in the darkness that is my sadism. They need it as
much as I do. Would I have chosen to be a man less inclined to give
pain with his pleasure? I don't think so. It's a facet of me.
Giving that up would be tearing out a little piece of my soul and
blowing it into the wind like a dandelion's seeds. What else would
I lose, if I lost that? What parts of me are attached to that
side?
    My girls care for me the way I am. They take
pleasure in serving me. I don't give a damn what others might think
of our relationship. I'm an aggressive man, a disciplined man, and,
as it happens, a sexual sadist. I learned a long time ago not to
fight myself, but to keep my boxing in the ring where it
belongs.
     

 
    Unpredictable
    It was too-fuckin'-early-o'clock, but Ross
Adler had to get out of bed and get to work on a stakeout. Being a
private investigator was nothing like the adventure and glamour of
"Magnum, PI" or "Rockford Files." It was about having a telephoto
lens to take pictures of cheating husbands and wives, poring over
public records trying to find people's former high school
sweethearts, and pawing through garbage cans for kiddie porn and
damning financial records. He knew the job was going to be a
pain-in-the-ass when he decided to go into it, but it happened to
be a very lucrative vocation if you were careful which clients you
took on, and if you were good at getting results. That didn't make
it less of a pain, just more of a self-induced one. He could live
with that; his Swiss bank account was proof.
    Ross didn't like being led around by anyone
or anything. He'd had enough of that when he was in the Marines.
There was always some snot-nosed captain who had some unrealistic
expectation for his special ops unit. By the time Ross made
twenty-five years in SOP and had reached the highest rank he
thought he could achieve in the non-commissioned corps, he'd had
enough. His recon and infiltration skills had been very useful when
he chose to take mercenary work all over the Middle East after
leaving the service, so he couldn't knock those long and colorful
years in