The Bodyguard and the Bombshell (Masters & Mercenaries – New Recruits #2.5) Read Online Lexi Blake

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Masters & Mercenaries - New Recruits Series by Lexi Blake
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
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He was pushing when she needed his patience. “Put your hands in front of you. Clasp them together. Like a prayer.”

She hesitated. “Sir…”

“You want to play a role? You’re my sub for the night. I won’t touch the mask. I’ll leave mine on, but it’s nothing more than a flimsy piece of armor, love. You keep it on all you like, but I’ll get underneath your skin. I don’t think you need another club. You simply need the right top. Do as I asked or it’s twenty this time.”

She looked so fucking innocent standing there with her pretty tits on display, still wearing white boy shorts and those fuck-me heels. How did she manage to look like a fucking angel? Her arms came out, and he knew they’d passed the crisis. Now all he had to do was convince Dee.

He took out his rope and began to bind her.

Chapter Five

Daisy took a deep breath, trying to adjust to being hung from a hook in the ceiling. Her feet were barely on the ground, her body strung out like a fiddle the man planned on playing.

He’d taken his time binding her hands together and then easing her on the hook of his choice. He’d stared at her for long moments, making her feel like a work of art.

She’d been so tempted to take off her mask when he’d asked about it. To rip it off and ask him to call her Daisy and to be her Dom forever.

And then she’d remembered.

It was better this way.

He was making her crazy. He was just standing there looking at her.

She started to open her mouth and a brow rose above his eyes, a serious expression that sent her subby self a stark warning.

Her butt still ached. Not in a bad way. In a kind of cool way, but she also wasn’t some hard bottom used to getting her ass smacked for hours. It was the kind of thing a girl worked up to. Training. She needed more training. With him.

Nope. She wasn’t going there. She was going to use this beautiful man and then get away with her whole heart.

And her whole ass.

“Good choice, love.” The words rumbled out of his mouth. He was so sexy standing there in his leathers. The mask made him look slightly sinister, and it did something for her.

It made her almost forget what she knew about him. How calm he was, how easygoing.

Pretty much the opposite of her. The kind of man who would want some peace in his life, who would see her as flaky and ridiculous.

“These are coming off.” He dropped to his knees but somehow still managed to be on the same level as her very excited nipples.

All of her pink parts were singing. She was going to have to replace the boy shorts because while the corset could be cleaned, she wasn’t sure she could do the same for the shorts. They were soaked through after his spanking had brought her to new heights of arousal.

He eased the shorts down her legs, his mouth so close to her breasts. It was maddening. He was right there.

Well, he’d told her she would be frustrated. When he’d mentioned edging, she’d gotten excited. It wasn’t something she’d tried before, but it sounded fun.

She might have to rethink the idea.

“I’ll leave you the shoes.”

It was good because without them she would be dangling. Still, she’d learned one lesson with him. When this man was in top space, she should rethink her sarcastic bent. “Thank you, Sir.”

He stood, and the bastard brought her shorts right up to his nose, breathing in the scent. “You liked your spanking.”

She was naked and bound. It was kind of everything she’d hoped for when she’d started this journey. To trust someone enough to try anything with him, to push all her boundaries. To take sex and her own pleasure seriously. “Yes, I did, Sir. Far more than I thought I would.”

“You’ve never been spanked? What kind of training program are they running here?”

The kind where her training Dom used to play with her. With dolls and on playground equipment. Jamie Murdoch was the sweetest guy, but he hadn’t put a lot of force behind his spankings. Which was weird since some of the other subs talked about what a hardass he could be. “I don’t think my training Dom thought I could handle anything rough. I like it rough.”

“You responded to it beautifully. I suspect you would like a lot of forms of impact play. Like flogging and paddling and getting a whip taken to your backside so you feel it all the next day.” Every word out of his mouth was pure seduction. “If you were my submissive, I would train you all over again. I would make sure you understood every single filthy thing I want to do to you now that I have you wrapped in my ropes.”


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