Page 98 of Blood & Lace
“Shit,” I groaned. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“No, I’ll be the life of you. Master.”
My cock shot to attention. What was half hard before was ramrod straight and it was all his fault. Goddamn him. I huffed, turned on my heels, and retreated into my walk-in closet to hide the embarrassment on my face. Why did he have to say it like that? If I was turned on before, I was a five-alarm fire now.
“Take off your clothes,” I called out to the bedroom. “Slowly.”
I’d heard him stripping out of everything as soon as I spoke those words. Chuckling softly, I tugged off my black heels, the black dress with the plunging neckline, and put away my needles in their safe. Once I was left in nothing but a frilly white pair of panties, and a matching bra that was just flat lace with holes at my nipples, and the garters that connected to white stockings, I walked back out of the closet again.
Lucero gasped. The man didn’t have to say a word. His face alone was the biggest compliment I could ever receive. It wasn’t steeped in bullshit or in artificial nonsense. It was just Lucero being Lucero. Admiring me in every single way.
“My bella,” he moaned, his hands pressed over his heart. “You’re so beautiful.”
I stilled. Shit, what was I even doing? One minute I was moving and sure, the next that expression and those stunned words tried to take me off my feet. I sucked in a shaky breath and moved forward, regaining my confidence with every step.
“Here,” I said, holding out the box wrapped in purple paper. “Open it.”
Lucero’s eyes lit up. “You really brought me something?” he whispered, almost reverently as if it was something holy. When he opened the box, his eyes widened. “Really?” He perked up. “Please put it on me, Master.”
Master. Fuck. Where the hell had he gotten that from? I would admit my porn history was iffy and definitely not all that secured, but my God. Is that where he’d seen it? What I liked?
“If you don’t like it, you don’t have to wear it,” I said, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “I thought you would look nice in it.”
Lucero’s brow furrowed. “Please put it on me,” he asked before he crawled toward me, nudging the box along with one of his big hands. “Please, bella.”
That look on his face said he was anything but innocent. Sweet, naive, crazy, yes. But far from innocent. I reached into the box and pulled out the black collar and leash. The collar was expensive, real leather etched with his name, with silver spikes on it. The leash had my name stitched onto it in red thread.
“Do you really like it?” I asked as I opened the clasp.
He smiled so bright I was nearly blinded. “I love it.”
I groaned. “Of course you would. Damn crazy person,” I muttered, but now I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face either. “Tilt your head up.”
When he did, I wrapped the collar around his massive throat. Carefully, I slipped the buckle closed and tested it with myfingers. Tight, but not so much he would choke. Comfortable. The inside was lined with soft fur. I stroked my fingers up his jaw.
“You look so good like this,” I admitted. “My giant toy.”
I clicked the leash onto the O-ring. The moment I did, Lucero was a moaning, hip thrusting mess. He panted, his body tight as he stared up at me with those intense eyes as if he could see right through me. As if he wanted all of me.
My mind reeled. I wrapped the leash around my hand, tugged it taut, and he whimpered as he fell forward toward me. The heady rush that flushed my body was nothing short of beautiful. He groaned, his cock already thick, long, and impossibly hard. My mouth watered from just staring at it.
“Pick me up,” I said. “You’re going to fuck me right there.” I pointed to the floor-to-ceiling mirror across the room. “I want to see every minute of it.”
Lucero moaned. “Yes, Master.”
A thrill shot through me as he stood up, towering above me. That was the best part, honestly. He was so much bigger than me. Stronger than me. And he still bowed as if I never needed to do anything other than to say the word “drop.” Lucero was an addictive problem to have.
He yanked me into his arms, and I cried out from surprise. I always forgot how quick he was too. My legs wrapped around his big body on instinct. He carried me over to the wall and ripped the mirror from it like it was nothing. The screws ripped the drywall, but he positioned it just so that I could see every single second of my own ruin.
I looked at us in the mirror. My body pressed against his before he wrapped an arm around my back and braced me against it instead of the wall. His gaze ran over my skin, and I shivered. When my eyes moved to his, I smirked.
“What?” I asked.
“You look so good,” he moaned. “Like you’re glowing. Fuck, I need you so bad.”
My heart skipped a beat. What a stupid thing to say. What a sweet thing to say. As those emotions warred inside of me, I squeezed my legs around him more tightly and pushed my fingers through his hair.
“Yeah?” I moaned. “Why don’t you show me how much you need me? I’ll give you five minutes to turn me on.”
