Submission Under the Mistletoe (8 page)

He lifted his eyes from her sex and met amber ones.
“Very pretty.” He hoped she understood that he wasn’t only talking
about her sex, but the whole woman. “Come here.” He beckoned her
closer to him, helping her situate herself so that she stood wide
legged over his knees. Her thighs spread apart.

Gazing up at her, he lightly caressed her pussy,
separating her swollen labia and feeling her cream coat his finger.
He enjoyed the fact she didn’t look away from his gaze, even as her
eyes glazed over and her breathing increased the bolder his touch
became.

Her body was trembled in his hands, her juices
flowed more, covering him and her. Her clit was now stiff,
protruding out so much he could gasp it with his thumb and finger.
He squeezed the small nub, gave it one tug, and she whimpered.

Liking that reaction, he tugged it two more times in
succession and her knees gave a little as she cried out. Her eyes
were now tight slits, but still she kept eye contact. Her hands
dangled at her side, fisted but she hadn’t touched him. Something
inside of him told him she waited for a sign from him.

Unsure, he said, “You may want to hold on sweetie,
this is about to get real good for you.”

Smiling, she placed her hands on his shoulders, her
fingers flexing and securing her hold.

Moving forward, he took one of her nipples that had
been bobbing before his face, into his mouth and sucked on it
firmly. With his hand, he pressed two fingers into her sex in time
with the pulling of his mouth.

When he felt the quaking of her body increase and
her cries building to a crescendo he added his thumb to the foray
and circled her clit.

Her body bucked as she came hard, her nails digging
into him as she screamed. He felt her walls contract around his
fingers still thrusting inside of her, carrying her through the
pleasure.

Her body sagged some as she took in loud gulps of
air, her legs shaking.

The desire to fill her body with his cock was making
him insane. Shifting to the side, he opened the nightstand drawer
beside them and pulled out a condom. Gripping the edge of the
packet between his teeth he opening it then got ready to put it
on.

“
No, let me.” She moved back, held
her hand palm up.

Handing it to her, he shoved his pants to his knees
and waited.

She dropped to the floor before him and gazed upon
his length. Reaching out, she then caressed it from base to
crown.

It was time for him to quiver at her touch.

“
It’s very pretty,” she jested,
using his words back at him.

He laughed and flexed his cock. “I do believe he
likes hearing that.”

She cupped his balls and fondled them as those
beautiful, perfect lips stretched wide into a smile.

He gritted his teeth to keep from calling out at the
wonderful feeling of her touch.

Pinching the condom, she set it on the tip of his
shaft and pressed it over the head. He figured she would continue
to slide it down so that they could get on with the business of
sex. Instead she shocked him and pulled a groan from his chest as
she leaned forward and placed her mouth around the crown and
started sucking.

Up and down her head bobbed as she used her lips,
tongue and her teeth to help roll down the prophylactic.

“
Shit! Baby doll, that feels damn
good.” He couldn’t take his gaze off of her talented
mouth.

On and on, she continued sucking, licking and
covering his hard length; protecting them both.

Damn, if he didn’t stop her soon,
he’d need another condom because he would finish inside this one by
the skill of her mouth.
That’s not going
to happen.
“Enough!”

He grabbed her shoulders and moved her away.

She sat back on her heels, her lips swollen but
still perfectly painted red. There was a deep flush to her cheeks,
a glow of pleasure, he hoped not only from her own climax but that
she had enjoyed stimulating him as well.

However, it was the adoring, trusting looking
reflected in her eyes that were enough to unman him and swell his
chest with pride. It honored him to know that in some way she
trusted him to keep them both safe and take them to a combined
ecstasy. Anything more that his soul was feeling he ignored it for
the time being; he needed to keep this night on the physical
only.

Lifting her from the floor, he brought her up to
straddle his lap as he kissed her. Taking position of her mouth, he
buried his hands in her hair and kissed her deep. She returned his
kiss with just as much zeal.

Parting his mouth from hers, he took hold of his
cock and guided it between the lips of her sex until he was settled
at her opening. Perfectly position between her wide thighs, he
gripped her hips and pressed slowly inside. As much as he wanted to
thrust forward and seat himself deep, he refused to deny them both
the new sensation of him entering her.

Her pussy was deliciously tight. It took him more
than a few moments to work himself in and out of her sex to sit
fully enclosed in her heated walls. Once he was there, they both
sighed, an echo of their pleasure filling the room as they began
rocking against each other.

The tension continued to build between them, and a
healthy sheen of sweat coated both of their chests, but even as the
enjoyment kept them close to the edge of completion he could feel
something not completely right.

Even as she trembled, thrashed and all the signs of
an impending orgasm were there it wasn’t happening for her.

Tilting his head back he stared into the face of the
woman riding him insistently, keeping his cock nice and hard, he
noticed something in her return gaze. Pleading?

His mind questioned what he was seeing, that perhaps
he was mistaken. However, deep inside he recalled where he’d seen
that same look on her face; features strained, eyes wide, luminous
with an unfulfilled need. Something unspoken. Something not
asked.

Then it struck him like a bull in a china shop. The
Strong Blends’ dungeon. The night he’d been there cruising the
edges of scenes he’d witnessed that look on the face of all the
subs bound to various equipment. It was the expectation that
pleasure was on the brink and needing their Dom to take them their
and permit them to release.

China Doll was a part of that world. She lived in
that lifestyle. For some reason she’d come here with him tonight, a
man who was completely removed from all things norm to her, but as
determined as she probably was to keep the two things separate he
could feel it wasn’t going to be possible for her.

If he wanted this night to be more
than about him getting off, he’d have to ensure she had what
she
needed.

“
Please…” she whimpered softly.
The word so light he barely heard it.

On instinct, Brad took hold of her arms, pulling
them behind her back in his grip, firm enough that she couldn’t
break loose, but not enough to hurt her. He dragged her back, with
nothing but his hold to keep her from toppling to the floor. The
position placed her sex halfway up his shaft, giving him enough
room to thrust his hips up and take command of their
satisfaction.

Pumping hard, over and over again as he fucked her.
Not allowing her any freedom, no space to move or escape, he drove
her to the gates of paradise. Drove them both.

He admitted somewhere in the back of his mind that
he’d never been more turned on in his life as this moment, watching
this woman orgasm under his control.

“
Come for me,” he
commanded.

And come she did. Screaming and bucking against him,
one orgasm bled into another. Her cream ran from her body and over
his. He reveled in it, knowing he’d brought her to this point.

When he came, it was shook his core and rent
something inside of him, something he was too afraid to discover.
In some way, he knew he was forging a new path from himself, with
this woman.

“
What’s your name?” Mindless sex
with an unknown woman was one thing, but with so much more
happening between them on another level he needed to know who she
was.

“
China Do—”

“
Your name,” he growled. This
wasn’t some scene for him or play.

Those warm amber eyes cleared, passion secondary to
the seriousness of the moment. “Gabriella.”

“
Gabriella…” He enjoyed the feel
of her name on his tongue. “This isn’t over.”

~YH~

Gabriella found herself rolled onto her back with
the big, strong man above her and now holding her hands above her
head, still in his secure grip. She wasn’t afraid. Physical
strength didn’t scare her. She’d had small, thin Doms that had been
vicious in their play, battling with their own egos and attempting
to take it out on her. She’d ended those relationships quickly. She
was no one’s psychological whipping block.

Their pace was slower now, as he rotated his hips,
grinding deep into her. However, the intensity had not
decreased.

“
My name is Brad. Say
it.”

When she first met him, he had seemed kind and
unassuming. Maybe that’s why she’d used him that night and why she
thought she could come here tonight and keep it just nameless sex.
However, he’d changed that. Hell, he’d changed.

During their last bout, everything began to cross,
muddle, become confusing as the lines between China Doll and
Gabriella’s existence started to blur. She’d wanted this man’s
considerate nature, however, at the same time needed him to
dominate her. This man. Never had that happened before. She’d been
able to keep sex and dominance on to separate ends of the spectrum
of her life.

He’d altered that somehow.

“
Brad.” Brad had
altered
her
reality and when this night was over she didn’t know how she
was going to deal.

“
Say it again,” he growled and
stroked deep into her and squeezed her breast.

“
Brad,” she called out, arching
her back. This man was robbing her of her thoughts, breath and
control.

He was dominating her with his touch, his voice and
his cock. And her body was rejoicing in it. She could feel the next
climax barreling down on her.

She attempted to hold it off, knowing that she would
be ruined for anyone else if she let go. She needed to maintain a
small piece of sanity. Didn’t she?

As if sensing her tenuous restraint, Brad lowered
the hand from her breast and slipped it between their bodies until
he reached her clit.

“
No, no…” the single word tripped
over her tongue. She couldn’t keep hold of that small thread that
was thinning by the second if he touched her.

Disregarding her cry, his fondled her clit, pressed
and plucked it. He was the maestro of her ecstasy. He fucked and
played her pussy until she cried out, begging for him to give her
the satisfaction she truly craved.

The thread snapped. “Please, Sir, can I come,
pleeeeasse?”

“
Fuck.” His voice was filled with
surprise but he didn’t stop stroking and thrusting.
“Yes.”

At the sound of that single word, permission,
approval, her thighs clinched his hips as her world became a
kaleidoscope of pleasure.

Through the haze of her own climax, she felt him
reach his. His body shuddered on top as his cock twitched inside of
her.

With a growl, he buried his face in her neck as he
kept his weight on his forearms, not crushing her.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both of
them taking in large gulps of air to fill depleted lungs.

When he rolled away from her and removed the
remainder of his clothes, that she forgot he still wore, her mind
tried to formulate a plan to leave.

This has been nice.
Or.
Next time you’re in
town look me up.

However, when he stood, gazed down at her with those
dark brown eyes and held his hand out to her, she took it.

He led her into the bathroom. There he turned on the
shower and discard the condom then removed her heels and thigh
highs. Turning her toward the mirror, he stepped behind her and
pulled her hair back and braided it into a single braid. He used
the clip of her flower to pin it at the back of her head.

When her shocked gaze met his in the mirror, he
simple said, “I have a younger sister.”

When they climbed into the large, but fully glass
enclosed stall she experience the most sensual bath she’d ever
had.

They didn’t talk. Brad just filled his hand with
liquid soap and bathed her body from neck to her feet, not missing
a single area. Her body was humming, but Brad kept his touch firm,
but light enough not to take her to the brink of desiring another
orgasm.

She returned the favor to him.

Even though they didn’t speak there seemed to be
another level of communication between them; one that didn’t need
spoken words. Once they were both clean, Brad dried them and walked
her back into the bedroom. He pulled the comforter and sheet back,
she got in then he crawled in behind her and pulled her back
against his chest.

Wrapping his arm around her, he said, “Tonight, you
stay with me.”

It wasn’t a question, but she answered anyway,
“Okay. Tonight.” She wanted to make it clear that this one night
was all she could give. All she could risk.

Gabriella didn’t know at what point she drifted off
into a dreamless, peaceful sleep, but she was fully aware of being
awaken by the seductive glide of Brad’s tongue along her sex. Her
mind may have been in la-la land, but her body was fully alert and
responsive. Her hips were lifted and rotating against his beguiling
mouth.