A Dominant Man (39 page)

“Yes, please. Can we do this look another time?”

“Well, since you’re being so polite, I don’t see why that can’t be arranged.”

He holds out a hand, and I take it happily, following him into the bathroom. He turns on the water and kicks off his boots, which make a loud plopping noise when they hit the tiny, white, octagon tiled floor. I slither out of my robe while I watch him slowly unzip his
jeans, revealing his attention-grabbing package.

Steam builds and swirls about the room in a misty haze. The mirrors have a light layer of condensation, fogging them over. Hunt pushes off his pants and steps in under the hot water. I watch it trickle down his stone hard muscles, flexing with every subtle movement.

“Don’t stand there. Get your insane body in here before I bring it in.”

I swiftly leap into the shower, slipping a bit, but he catches me before I can do real damage, snatching me up into him.

“See you next fall,” Hunt says lightheartedly. I mockingly glare at him. “What? Clumsy much?”

He smiles his youthful, frisky grin, and I nearly melt. I notice there are shower products that don’t belong to me.

“When did you store these here?” I point to the shelf harboring his expensive products.

“I came back while you were out with your sister to clear out space and hang up a few suits, shirts, ties in the closet. I figured if you want me to stay here
, I should have essentials and make myself at home.”

“Welcome home, Damian,” I whisper lovingly.

He pauses, eyes plastered to mine. He smashes me firmly against him and traces a finger from my cheek to my chin.

“Home’s wherever you are, Elle. You are home.”

“Like I said, welcome home, Hunt. Now, why don’t you cum inside.”

I cautiously curl my arms around his neck, and when he nods his approval,
I bring his lips down to mine, kissing them tenderly. His lips sweep across my face, showering me with caressing kisses. He moves down to my neck, and I moan, thrusting my hands into his lush mane.

“I wish I had been here with you.”

He pulls his lips away and pecks my nose. “You technically were. I texted you while I was storing things.”

“You were here? I pictured you sitting behind a large, ominous desk with the foggy city behind you, pitiful mortals crawling the streets below while you play
lord and master of your vast empire and all those you reign over.”

“You got all that from a text?” He grins mockingly at me, and I return one, lightly chuckling and shaking my head. “I want to be your lord and master.”

“You already are.”

I stand on my tiptoes and kiss his chin. I grab his body wash off the shelf, pour the yummy scented liquid in my hand, and lather it up. He steps out from under the showerhead
, allowing me to slide under its soothing warmth. He turns his wide back to me, and I massage the suds onto his skin, noticing the way his impressive muscles glide under my wet touch as I cleanse him to the root. While I’m knelt behind him, he turns to face me, and his thick, hard member stares me square in the eye.

“Ignore him. When you’re around, he has a mind of his own.”

“He seems to
really
want to say hello.”

“Later. I’m enjoying this.” He grins down at me and lends me a hand. I squirt more soap in my palm and start washing his front from shoulders to torso. I marvel at how taut and firm they are, like steel. When I near his member, he stops me.

“Not yet.”

I sigh and continue in my task. I work
on his legs and head back for his hardy length, but he blocks it and does a tsk-tsk gesture with his pointer finger.

“Naughty girl.”

“I know where you could shove that finger, Mr. Hunt.”

He hauls me up and crushes me into him.

“As do I, Miss Hyde,” he purrs, running one along the crack of my ass! I swallow the lump in my throat and gaze wide-eyed at him. “Don’t fret. I won’t claim your ass until you want it. You’re an adventurous lover, Elle. I know you’re going to love it.”

“Why don’t you give me a taste now?”

The slick tip of his finger presses on the pucker and slides in just below the surface. I clamp about the foreign object suddenly probing me lightly but relax when I realize I’m sexually aroused, and I whimper in delight.

“You love this. Don’t you, angel?”

“Yes,” I murmur.

He spins me around, the tip of his thick finger still in place. He reaches his other hand about my waist and run
s it down to my aching apex, splaying his palm on my womb and slithering his middle finger between the wet lips. He finds my clit with the pad of his finger and ever so lightly teases it. I feel my grip on his other finger release as I succumb to his touch and my arousal.

“Further?” he mutters in my ear.

I shake my head relaxing on his chest. He glides it in little by little, spreading me slightly as it enters to the knuckle. He circles his finger, petting the separating wall, his other skilled finger keeping at my pulsating clit, flicking and stroking me ardently. I reach behind me and clasp onto his rear, digging my nails into the taut flesh as I’m taken over by a myriad of overwhelming sensations.

He was right. I love it, and it only makes me want thicker appendages shoved deep inside
.

“More. I want your cock.”

He nips at my ear.

“I told you. I wish I could, but I can’t just thrust this thing in there. I could literally rip you a new asshole. We’ll work our way to it, and then I’ll conquer it. Until then
, we’ll have a lot of fun with this forbidden orifice.” He slowly pulls out. “Let’s get you clean, so I can get you dirty.”

W
e get out after he’s pampered and cleansed me from head to toe, turning me into putty. He towels me off, sensually buffing and grazing. After he takes care of me, he dries off and hangs the towel on a hook.

I walk into my bedroom with Hunt following not far behind. He scoops me up into his arms, and before I can catch my breath, his lips meet mine in a fury, his tongue urgently fucking my mouth. I cling to his neck as he makes my head spin and cleft pine. Our semi-damp
bodies grind together, his rock-hard dick pressing against my stomach and apex. Hunt freshly showered smells nearly as tempting as he does sweaty and madly fucking me.

His lips creep down my neck and shoulders. I oblige him and tip my head back to expose the flesh to him. He slithers his arms about my lower back, and I bow at his touch, elevating my plump breasts. He must notice because his voracious mouth trails down to meet them greedily, and I gasp on impact. I grab at his hair and run my fingers roughly through it, yanking when he suckles just right. I’m being taken over by him, every part of him calls to me, making me crave him fervently. I wasn’t prepared for him, for a man this consuming and carnal. My dreams didn’t do him justice.

He lifts me up and lies us on the bed, his massive form hovering over mine.

“I’m nothing without you. I feel as though I’m not broken when you’re near. I love you, Gabrielle, infinitely.” His words touch my heart, and I yank him to me, smashing quivering lips to his with tears quietly falling from my clenched eyes.

“Take me, Damian. Take me away.”

He moans.

“I want you to kneel on the bed, facing the headboard.” He orders, eyes dark with sexual intention. He climbs off and saunters over to the walk-in closet. I clamber up onto my knees and face the wall. “Grab onto the railing.”

I grasp the top rail and glimpse back at him. He’s standing beside my b
ed, infamous black belt in hand and a dangerous grin on his delectable face. I stare excited and hesitant, as my ass is still sore.

“I’m not going to punish or spank you. This will be very intense, and I don’t want you to move.”

I give him a nod and face the wall. He crawls on the bed next to me and weaves the belt around the bar and my hands. Once satisfied I’m securely fastened, he relocates behind me and gently taps my ass.

My stressed breathing is
filling the silence of the room. My heart is pounding, crease aching, desire bursting through my veins, causing a tingling numbness across my skin.

The bed shifts and creaks behind me as he adjusts his solid body. His warm breath hits the curve of my neck
, and he meets it with forceful kisses. I arc my back and tilt my head, giving him free range. He roughly clamps his fervid hands onto my lifted breasts, groping the soft, sensitive tissue, tenaciously pinching my nipples. He yanks slightly, and I convulse, tugging on my restraints, as pleasure wrenches my body. His lips caress their way up to my ear where they jerk on the lobe with gritted teeth.

He disappears for an instant, and I sense him lying on the bed. I feel his weight on my calves and feet, pinning them to the mattress. I glimpse down and spy two intense, dark emerald eyes peering up at me from between my legs. His shoulders are immobilizing my calves, ensuring I really can’t move. Hunt’s masterful tongue skims the inside of my thigh, taking his sweet time to lick his way up each one. His hands clasp to my hips, keeping me still.

He teases me, nipping the delicate skin on occasion. His tongue gradually makes it to my wet, wanting slit, and he traces it along my lips, driving me wild. I gyrate my hips, attempting to compel his tongue to dip between the lips onto my throbbing clit, but it only enters enough to make me whimper.

“God, Damian, please take me.”

He grazes my clit with his nose, and I writhe, then he does it again. I fight the belt, sit back, and meet his face.

“Damian,” I breathe.

“You smell delicious. My mouth is salivating.” I wrestle with my restraints as his words possess me. “Relax. I promised I was going to take excellent care of you, and that’s what I intend to do.”

His tongue plunges into my crease, making sweet contact with his target.

“Oh, fuck!” Comes exploding from my trembling lips. I arch and bow with each stroke and flick of the tongue. He moans, hungrily tonguing my clit while running his skilled finger along the lips and probing my wet opening, keeping focus on the knot of nerves with that tongue. The slippery, fleshy muscle swivels with perfect precision, every hit causing my body to spasm.

His hands clasp to my thighs, pressing me tightly to his mouth, suckling my little pink pleasure button. Moans escape my mout
h, head thrown back as I succumb to the sensation of his tongue, his expert tongue. I circle my hips with every blow, coiling and twisting in euphoric delight. His pace quickens with great enthusiasm and need. He growls, “Your comely cunt’s so sweet my teeth ache. You’re my favorite dessert.”

I thrash and hopelessly yank at the belt, dying to touch him, feel his hair between my fingers. His
tongue is merciless, spiraling and twining in rapid succession. My body jolts and tremors as he hits the right spot. Suddenly, the tip of his long, thick finger begins its descent into my soaked, clenching opening. He sinks in just shallow enough to feel it and make me beg for more. I drive back onto his finger with little success of impaling it further.

Hunt spanks my ass
hard. The sting makes every other sensation agonizingly sweeter. His muffled groans inform me how much he enjoys and takes pleasure in me. They vibrate up my body, shooting straight to my brain. He clamps a free hand onto my swollen breasts, fondling roughly. He pinches my nipple with his eager fingers concurrent with a particularly delicious flick of the tongue. Oh god, it’s mind-blowing.

He finally thrusts his finger into me, and I’m lost. I experience the most incredible orgasm of my life, so far. My body quakes while the warm currents of ecstasy rush divinely up and down my sweaty, panting body.

“That’s my girl.”

Hunt’s words ca
use my body to tremor violently then collapse, slumping as every muscle in me goes limp. My head droops between my arms as I gasp for air, too weak to keep my eyes open.

Hunt shifts
, releasing my calves, and my legs spread under the weight of my exhausted body. He tows himself through my weary, trembling thighs and slides his head between my arms, so I’m straddling his lap. He hugs an arm about the curve of my back and presses our damp, glistening torsos together, allowing my arms room to sag and his broad shoulders to partially push through them. I rest my head on the space between his neck and my arm.

He nips sharply at my lobe, waking me a bit. I begin to notice how his moist chest, abs, thighs feel against me, his fierce cock sandwiched between us as it flexes and pulsates against my lower region. He grasps my hips and grinds my slippery sex along the length, rubbing my clit and lubricating his concrete cock. I bite my bottom lip and gape into his penetrating green gaze with unrelenting need. He lifts me up and sets me onto the tip.

“Make me cum,” he breathlessly commands, boring his eyes into mine, grasping frantically to my waist. I shut my eyes and take my time lowering myself, relishing every perfect inch. He spreads me wide-open and crams me full, to the hilt until I whimper with pained satisfaction. Damian hisses out a ‘yes’ and rolls his head back against my bound hands, biting and licking his lower lip.