Seduced By My Doms BN (14 page)

“So sexy,” he murmured.

Lust danced, like flickering flames, in his eyes. Extending
his tongue, he spiraled the tip in slow, torturous circles around my areolas.
Arching my back, I thrust out my breasts in offering to him in a silent plea
for more.

“Tell me what you want, Liz. I need to hear the words,”
James whispered against my flesh.

“You. Your mouth on me.”

“My mouth is on you, gorgeous,” he taunted. His words
vibrated against my skin, pulsating south between my legs. “All over your soft,
silky… Damn, you taste sweet.”

“James,” I groaned. Sliding my fingers in his hair, I held
his scalp with both hands.

“Talk to me…
Tell
me what you need.” His harsh
demand, like an electrical current zapped my self-restraint.

“Everything,” I purred.

James latched onto my nipple possessively and sucked it deep
with a brutal draw before he flicked his tongue over the fiery nub. Lost in the
splendor, I tossed my head back and granted him free rein over my body.

Releasing my nipple with a pop, a devilish smile crawled
across his wet, red lips. “I can’t give you everything, sweetheart, because
some of the things I want to do to you might scare you.”

Emphasizing his warning, James sank his teeth into my stiff
nipple. Crying out, I tried to jerk away, but he held fast. He
laved
the sting away with tender licks. I moaned in
gratitude as he turned his attention to my other nipple while he dipped his
hand between my thighs before tracing a rainbow pattern over my mound. I arched
my hips, silently inviting him to rub my clit and ease my mounting demand.

Capturing my other nipple between his teeth, James lifted
his face. “Ask for it, gorgeous,” he demanded in a raspy growl.

“Why? You know what I want. It’s what we
both
want.”

“Yes, but I’m going to make you say it out loud. Say all the
nasty things you want me to do to you.”

Never before had any man climbed inside my soul to pluck at
my deepest, darkest fantasies. Wiggling his fingers against the fabric of my
pants, he pressed deep between my folds, strumming my needy nub with the
perfect amount of pressure. As James sucked and nibbled at my nipples, I
reached down and gripped his shoulders. The rush of release thrummed through
me, so fast I feared I would shatter too quickly. Clamoring to hold back, I
felt my resolve slipping through my fingers like tiny grains of sand. Spiraling
out of control, I teetered at the peak, ready to crest the ragged edge and
tumble over. Suddenly, James removed his hand from between my legs, leaving me
suspended in a riot of need and frustration.

“No. Don’t stop,” I wailed.

James raised his head. His swollen lips glistened with
saliva. Peering down, I saw that my elongated nipples were red and hard as rock
candy; equally rigid was the erection straining beneath his jeans. Cupping his
fingers beneath my chin, James forced my gaze.

“I have the power to keep you suspended over the edge of
heaven and trapped in your own private hell all night, pretty lady. Tell me
what you want, and I’ll make all your dreams come true.”

Yes, James had well proven he possessed the skill to make me
suffer. And as if to prove his point, he feathered his finger over my clit
again, in slow taunting strokes, while he nibbled the lobe of my ear between
his teeth. Lust and need won over humility and embarrassment.

“I—I want…” Lifting his head, I boldly stared into his eyes.
“I want you to fuck me. Now.”

His jaw clenched as he released me and turned. Without a
saying a word, James gave a sweep of his thick arm, clearing the duffle and
toys onto the floor.

“Then strip and climb onto the bed. Get on your hands and
knees. Let’s fuck,” he directed with a nonchalant shrug.

His sudden iciness made me jerk then bristle.

“Like hell I will,” I snapped, indignantly. “You’re bat-shit
crazy if you think I’m going to let you rut on me like some goddamn animal.
What the hell has gotten into you? You know what? Never mind. I’m done here.
Take me home.”

Huffing in anger, I reached beneath my shirt to fasten my
bra and only succeeded in tangling my fingers into the fabric. James watched me
struggle while a sly smirk tugged the corners of his mouth.

“Stop,” he commanded.

I froze. Reaching out, he cupped my face. His expression
softened. “I have no intention of fucking you.”

Confusion warred with rejection inside me and I dropped my
arms to my sides. “Then why did you…wait, what?”

“
Shhh
.” He pressed a finger to my
lips. “Anyone can fuck, Liz. I don’t want that. I want to climb inside your
body and your soul. Own and possess you for as long as you’ll let me. Then I
want to take you again and again until we’re both spent and exhausted. And
after that, I want to tuck my body around yours to wake with your sultry mouth
on my cock in the morning.”

“Oh, god,” I exhaled on a sigh.

Images of us tangled together—panting, moaning, sweating,
and screaming—flashed in my head. James dragged his thumb over my bottom lip. I
sucked his digit deep, swirling my tongue around him as if it were his cock. A
low groan of approval rolled from his chest before he slowly withdrew his
thumb.

“Tell me,
exactly
what you want…down to the last
damn detail. Make me believe that you crave me, as much as I do you.”

I longed to weep at the sheer marvel of the man. James
actually sought to know how to please me. Lurid images whirled through my
brain, yet I wasn’t sure I could find the courage to give voice to my
fantasies.

Yes you can. Do it.

In a sudden rush of bravery, I lifted my chin and sucked in
a tremulous breath. “I want to touch you. Feel your beautiful naked body…every
hard delicious inch of you with my fingers, my lips, and my tongue. Wrap my
hand and my mouth around that massive erection that’s bursting at your zipper
until you make me stop.”

Staring at me, his expression was frozen—an unreadable mask—that
filled me with dread. Was this not what he wanted? I fell silent for a moment,
nervously contemplating if I should continue or not. Then James’ stony façade
crumbled. Fire blazed in his eyes as a look of pride softened his features.
Reaching up, he stroked the pad of his finger along my cheek. With a barely
perceptible nod, he gave me the encouragement to continue.

“I want to kneel before you, open my mouth and swallow you
deep.”

James narrowed his eyes and issued a low growl. I knew then
that my words were chipping away his Dominant veneer, but it only made me want
to taunt him more, drive him as crazy with desire as he did me.

“Then after you explode down my throat and empty every drop
of your thick hot come,
empowering
me…” I flashed him a saucy wink.

James threw back his head and laughed. The sound warmed me,
soothed like a balm that eased my self-conscious nerves. Sobering quickly, he
stared into my eyes and dropped his defenses. I could see all the way to his
soul; see that he indeed wanted me as desperately as I did him.

“Tell me all of it, gorgeous,” he demanded in a harsh,
gritty voice.

“I want that talented tongue of yours to work its magic on
my pussy as you eat your fill of me. And I want to feel your strong body
pinning me to the bed while I cry out as you impale me with your big, hard
cock. I want to wrap my legs around your waist and hold on while you drive deep
inside me until I can’t scream your name anymore.” By the time I’d finished
stating my lurid wants, my whole body trembled in need. “Is that what you
wanted to hear?”

Wrapping me in his arms, he claimed me in a savage kiss.
“Yes,” he hissed.

Sweeping his hands urgently over my shoulders, James slid my
blouse and bra to the floor.

Easing back, he riveted a stare on my breasts for several
long, seconds before trailing a scrutinizing gaze over my body. Self-conscious
of my fleshy curves, I raised my arms to shield my flaws from James’ view.

“Don’t.” James shook his head in disapproval. Dragging my
arms back down, he threaded his fingers through mine and squeezed. “Don’t ever
try and hide yourself from me. You’re not allowed to ever conceal one single,
sensual inch. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Inwardly cursing my insecurities, I hated seeing such
tense concern stamped on his face.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

I’d never considered myself beautiful, but the awe in his
tone made me feel more than beautiful… James made me feel adored.

Releasing my hands, he tugged his shirt off over his head.
Staring at his sculpted chest, my eyes grew wide. Beneath each nipple lay a
silver barbell, embedded beneath the skin. Unable to resist the temptation, I
skimmed my hands over his shoulders, down his arms, and along each ridge of his
defined biceps. His taut muscles felt like velvet-covered steel. Gliding my
open palms over his pecs, I splayed my hands over his washboard abs. A sigh of
delight escaped my lips as I zeroed in on the metal bars shimmering beneath his
nipples. I traced a fingertip over the pouty nubs of flesh. James sucked in a
ragged breath. His body trembled, suggesting his nipples were
ultra sensitive
.

“Did it hurt?”

“Pain is temporary, but pleasure can sometimes last
forever,” he murmured obscurely.

Gliding my finger across his distended nipples once more, he
hissed. I intended to pay special attention to those silver bars later but at
the moment I was too enthralled, greedily drinking in the smooth planes and
defined ridges of his tan, sculpted muscles. Allowing my hands to follow my
gaze, I pressed a palm against his defined abs. Smooth flesh stretched over
granite. His body heat spread over each finger, and I purred in delight.

James smiled at me, as if amused that I found his body so
fascinating. As I slid my hands to his bulging biceps, cupping and squeezing
them, James placed his hands at the button of his jeans and began to undress.

I inched back slightly, watching as his swollen, sizeable
erection sprang free. My mouth watered at the sight of his plum-colored crest
and the thickly, threaded veins along the shaft. A clear bead blossomed from
the tip of his smooth crown as I drank in every inch of his cock. James toed
off his shoes and socks, before kicking free of his jeans. Gripping his cock
with his fist, James stroked himself as if trying to lessen the ache. I lifted
my head and he pinned me with a hungry, inquisitive stare.

Yes, you look incredible. Sinful and sexy. Yes, I want
to drop to my knees and taste you.

It took all the strength I had to keep from doing just that.
I ached to stretch my lips around him, lick the tantalizing crystal swell, and
savor his masculine musk as it coated my tongue.

As if reading my mind, James shook his head. “Not yet.” His
voice dipped in warning.

Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my pants, he peeled
the fabric off my hips, down my thighs, then onto the floor. As I kicked out of
my shoes, his nostrils flared. I too, caught the scent of my own feminine spice
in the air. James floated a stirring gaze down my body, stopping at the red
scrap of lace concealing my mound.

“Did you wear that especially for me?” His voice sounded
even rougher and huskier than before. I nodded, and his jaw ticked. “Pretty.
I’m going to enjoy dragging that sexy scrap of lace off you…with my teeth.”

As if possible, the sexual tension in the room grew even
stronger.

Turning, he pulled back the gray comforter. A quiver of
anticipation slithered up my spine. While my hormones were throwing a party
that my insufferable sexual drought would soon be over, guilt niggled in the
back of my brain. Ryan didn’t know I’d given up on him, and on us. It wasn’t as
if I hadn’t tried to contact him, though. Without cell service I had no way to
find closure, but damn it, the inability to talk with him was just one more
shining example of the lack of concern or respect he had for me. If he truly
loved me, he never would have left. If I truly loved him, I wouldn’t have let
him go.

“No guilt. Dammit. I deserve this,” I mumbled to myself.

Shoving all thoughts of Ryan away, I resolved to let nothing
interfere with this chance to feel desired. James brought me back to life and I
intended to relish every single second.

Straightening, James cocked his head. “Did you say
something?”

Wrapping his strong arms around my waist he pulled me against
him, flesh-to-flesh, hot, hard and ready. Blistering need licked up my spine
with a tongue as white-hot as James’ cock ardently twitching against my belly.

I shook my head as I stared into his sexy eyes. “Nothing. I
was just talking to myself. You know how it is when you live alone… um, you do
live alone, right?”

“Yes.” Dipping his head, James scattered whisper-light
kisses over my shoulder and up my neck.

“Then you know. You’re usually the—oh…yes, that feels
good…the only company you have. I guess talking to myself has become a habit,
and I—”

“Liz?”

“Yes?”

Lifting his head, James flashed me a toe-curling grin. “Stop
talking.”

Slanting his lips over mine, he cleared my brain with a
fiery kiss while spinning me beneath him onto the bed. His wide body hovered
over mine as our tongues tangled in a sucking, swirling frenzy to consume.
Incongruent with his savage kiss, his fingers swept over my flesh in reverent,
tender caresses.

Plucking my nipples like the stems off strawberries, James
swallowed my moans and whimpers. Inching his lips down my neck, he moved lower
still, bathing my torso in a trail of liquid fire. Stopping to tease each
breast, he eased further still, biting the edge of my thong between his teeth.
With a feral growl, he eased off the side of the bed and onto his knees,
stealing the thong from my body. Gripping the lace in a fist, James drew the
material to his nose. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply then pinned me with a
hungry stare as he licked his lips.