WhatHeDemands (domination erotica) (3 page)

My spine arched as his tongue flicked over the ticklish skin
just above my crack. I’d never had anyone lick me there. I didn’t realize how
much it tickled. I squirmed, but he held me in place, a hand pushing hard just
above where he was licking.

“You want me,” he murmured. “You want me to take you
already. I can smell your need.” He inhaled deeply. “Such a greedy girl.” He
used both hands again, pulling my cheeks apart. “I told you, I can’t. Not yet.
It’s your fault.” His tongue delved deeper. Little damp touches down, down,
toward my tight virginal hole. My anus. My body tensed. Surely he wouldn’t lick
me
there
. His tongue danced along my crack, continuing closer, closer to
my puckered opening. Heat pulsed through my body, and my muscles clenched. My
fingers curled into fists. My stomach tightened. My spine. My thighs trembled.

The first little touch to my anus made me jerk. I’d felt it
coming and yet I hadn’t been ready. I was shocked. I was slightly mortified.
But I was also burning with need.

He did it again, and again, and with every little poke and
touch, my need grew. Now, I didn’t just want him inside of me, stroking away
the ache that was pounding through my body, but I needed him. I pulled my legs
wider apart. Take me, my body was saying. Take me now.

“Do you know what you taste like?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“You taste like the sweetest nectar on earth.” He crawled
over me. I felt his heat radiating over my back. Oh, how good it felt. I wanted
to raise up, to press myself against him. But I couldn’t. The bindings at my
wrists were too short to allow me to move my arms at all. He unfastened the gag
and tossed it aside, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled, forcing me to
arch my neck and look up toward the ceiling. He angled over me and kissed me,
shoving his tongue into my mouth and filling it with my flavor.

He was right. Nectar. Sweet and musty. Unlike anything I’d
ever tasted. Definitely better than that horrid ball. His tongue caressed mine,
spreading that decadent taste all over. Grateful, I stroked his tongue with
mine.

When he ended the kiss, I whimpered but didn’t speak.

“You learned your lesson, didn’t you, minx?”

I nodded.

He pushed a finger into my mouth, and I pulled it deeper,
sucking it eagerly. “Good. I like to have easy access to your pretty mouth. You
use it so well.” His finger came out with a little pop. It gleamed, dampened by
my saliva.

He released my hair, pushing my head down so it was flat on
the bed, turned to the side. “Yes, you use that mouth so well.” He licked my neck,
and once again I was covered with goose bumps.

Hot and cold, I shivered, shoulders and arms tense. Shane
was a masterful torturer. Absolutely masterful. I bit my lip as another little
whimper slipped from my mouth.

“Soon, minx. I’m getting there,” he whispered, his lips
brushing ever so softly over my spine as he nipped and licked his way down my
body. With growing impatience, I endured his torment. His lips, teeth and
tongue made my nerves tingle. He worked lower, down to my bottom. This time, he
pushed a finger between my cheeks, circled my anus with the tip. “You haven’t
taken a man here.”

I shook my head.

“You will. Soon.” His finger pressed harder at my entrance,
and I tensed. “Relax.” He didn’t ease up. Instead, he increased the pressure
until my muscles couldn’t resist anymore. In, his finger slid, the shallow
intrusion making me gasp and my back arch. “How pretty you are.” His finger
shoved deeper inside.

The sensation was strange, but at the same time pleasure was
pounding through me, making me dizzy.

He pulled his finger out only to add a second finger. The
tight ring of muscles clamped around his invading digits and I jerked my hips
up into the air. “Easy, minx. I’m just getting you ready.”

Ready for what, I wondered. For him?

He stretched my entry, plunging those fingers in and out,
widening them to make my opening bigger. It hurt, yes. But the pain only
amplified my need until I was burning all over, shaking.

I couldn’t take another second of this torment.

“Please,” I begged.

“Please, what?” he demanded as he shoved those fingers
deeper inside. They seemed to rub against the part of me burning the hottest
for him and I cried out, unable to stop myself.

“Please, sir. Have mercy.”

“Mercy. Hmm.” Those magic fingers slipped out.

I sagged with relief, legs feeling boneless, whole body
feeling boneless. Fighting to catch my breath, I listened to him as he returned
once again to the nightstand. The drawer opened with a soft rumble. It closed
with a sharper thump. The crinkle of plastic followed. A condom. Yes! At last I
would have relief.

Anticipation dancing up and down my spine, I arched my back,
knowing he liked the sight of my bottom thrust up in the air. I opened my legs
wider, knees resting on the carpeted floor.

“Look at you. You’re ready for me, aren’t you, minx?”

I nodded.

With a lubed finger, he teased my clit, drawing light
circles over it again and again.

Oh, what ecstasy and agony, both. Pulses of erotic heat were
blasting through my body, and I was losing control. I shook and cried and
begged. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he leaned low over me and
whispered, “Now, I’m ready.” The swollen head of his member eased between my
ass cheeks, finding the entrance he’d stretched with his fingers. I tried to
lift my hips higher, to move so he’d find my other entry, but he grabbed my
hips, holding them in place. “No, minx. I’ll take you how I want to.” And to
prove he meant to do exactly as he said, he thrust his hips forward, shoving
against my virginal entry.

The skin burned. Sharp pain razored through me as the tight
muscles strained against his invasion. He wasn’t going to fit. There was no
way.

I cried out, afraid and in pain, but he didn’t withdraw. No,
he curled his fingers over my shoulder and pulled me back as he continued to
try to force himself inside.

“No, please,” I begged. “You’re too big.”

“You’re pleading, but you’re not saying
the word
.” He
reached around with his other hand and tormented my clit. Erotic heat blended
with the burning pain, swirling through me and making me dizzy. “Say the word, Bristol. Say it and I’ll stop.”

I knew what word he meant. I wanted to say it. I did. But
for some reason, it wouldn’t come out.

“Please,” I whispered, “It hurts.”

“Open to me. I demand it now.” The heat in his voice
couldn’t be mistaken. It sent a shudder of pleasure down my spine.

I concentrated on relaxing the muscles clenched so tightly
and he slipped in. I cried out as he breached my entrance. Then I cried out
again when he drove deep, to the hilt, burying himself in my body.

The finger that had been circling over my clit pushed past
my swollen lips, found my other entrance and slid inside. Now I was even
fuller. And I felt like I might die. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. The
pain was not excruciating, but the pleasure was. I didn’t know I could be so
full. I didn’t know I could feel so possessed.

He bent over me, his heat radiating over my back. Another
sensation to blend with all the others that were nearly overwhelming me. He
moved slowly at first, withdrawing both his thick rod and finger before driving
them deep inside again. But as my body gradually adjusted to his possession,
his movements became faster, rougher. It didn’t take long, a handful of deep
thrusts, before I was screaming. My orgasm crashed over me like a wild
thrashing river. The sensations were so intense I wondered if I might have a
stroke. I heard myself screaming but couldn’t seem to stop. Before my orgasm
had eased at all, I felt him widen. He was about to come.

He bit my shoulder as he found release. The sharp pain was
too much for me to bear. I was thrown into a second orgasm. My body spasmed
around his invading finger and member, milking them. He thrust hard, fast, his
movements jerky until the last drip of semen had been expelled. Then he licked
my shoulder where he’d bit me, soothing the pain.

I relished the moment, as his touches went from hard
possession to gentle and soothing. The difference was so stark it almost
confused me.

When he pulled out, I missed him. I missed the sensation of
fullness. I missed his heat and weight resting on top of me. I missed the smell
of his skin, his sweet breath.

Still breathing a little heavily, he unfastened the cuffs
and lay next to me. He pulled me to him, my body curving along his side.

I rested for a moment before cracking open my eyelids to
sneak a peek. He was so beautiful. Feeling shy, I lightly traced a line cutting
across his abdominals.

He blinked open his eyes, smiled. My breath caught in my
throat.

How rarely I saw that smile. It was directed at me.

Was it silly to wonder if he smiled that way for anyone
else?

Even more, was it foolish to wonder if he would always smile
like that for me? Only for me?

Twenty minutes later we were back on the deck, watching the
boat drift closer to a dock jutting out from land. A building sat up on a hill,
not far from the white sand beach stretching out from the shore. The building
was white stucco and glimmering glass. There were lush plants and brilliantly
hued flowers all around it. Breathtaking.

I stood at Shane’s side, holding the railing as the boat
bobbed gently in the water. I inhaled deeply, pulling in the sweet and salty
scent of the ocean and tropical plants. The sun was warming my skin. It was a
glorious feeling, being in such a beautiful place. But it paled in comparison
to the feeling of being with Shane, of having his arm brush against mine. Of
having the taste of his kisses linger on my lips.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“It’s too beautiful for words. Do you come here often?”

“As often as I can.”

I inhaled deeply, trying to taste the sea air and memorize
its scent. “I can’t imagine living that way, being able to just jump in a plane
and wing off to paradise whenever you want.”

“You should imagine it.”

Swiveling, I looked at him. “What do you mean by that?”

“I learned something a long time ago.” He was facing the
water, sunlight glistening in his silky hair, the sea breeze playing havoc with
the curls. “If I was going to be successful, in life, in business, I had to
first know what I wanted. And then I had to have the courage to take it.”

“Take?” I echoed as I inched closer, leaning so my arm
didn’t just occasionally brush against his, it was pressed against it. Was it
weird that I wanted to be so near him all the time? That I craved a touch, any
touch, constantly? That I held onto his every word?

“Yes,
take
,” he enunciated. “You have to believe you
deserve what you want, that it’s yours. That’s the most important part of it
all. If you don’t believe you deserve it, if you wait for someone to hand what
you want to you, then you’ll be waiting your whole life for things to happen,
and they won’t.”

It was an interesting philosophy. I wasn’t sure I agreed
with him. “I think I understand.”

Turning, he faced me. His gaze locked to mine. “What do you
want, Bristol?”

“I want…” I couldn’t answer that question, outside of saying
I wanted him to make love to me again. To hold me for hours. To kiss me until I
melted. I realized right then and there that I had gone my whole life not
knowing what I wanted in life, not professionally, not personally. Not long
term. I lived day to day, looking no further ahead than tomorrow. “I guess I
don’t know.”

“You don’t know what you want. That’s what you need to
figure out. Then you need to tell yourself you not only deserve to have it, but
you are going to have it.”

“Sounds like something I’d hear on an infomercial.”

He chuckled. “I can’t argue with that. But it does work.” He
smoothed his hands down my arms. “I’ve known you since you were a child. Your
mother and I were good friends. And now, since we’ve had some time to spend
together, I’ve come to care even more about you. I want the best for you, Bristol. I want you to have everything you’d ever dreamed of. It’s up to you to figure out
what those dreams are.”

He cared about me. He
cared
. “I…I care about you,
too.”

The boat bumped the dock, and I wobbled a bit. Thankfully,
Shane was still holding me. He steadied me then motioned for me to step off the
boat first. My shoes thunk-thunked on the wooden dock as we walked up toward
the house.

The sun was bright, the water lapping softly at the dock’s
supports beneath me. Sea birds squawked. The sky was clear, a blue shade I’d
never seen. I dragged in a deep breath as I reached the bottom of a stone
staircase that curved up the hill. Shane climbed the stairs at my side, our
steps in perfect timing. At the top, I was standing on a stone patio. The water
of the swimming pool reflected the brilliant tropical sun and the deep blue of
the sky.

A splash startled me. I followed the sound with my eyes,
discovering a man with deeply suntanned skin emerging from the water. He shook
his dark-haired head, sending crystalline droplets of water into the air. Then
he looked our way, lifted a hand. Shane returned the gesture.

I didn’t.

“This way. I’ll show you to your room.” Placing a hand on
the small of my back, Shane steered me through an open, wide doorway. The stone
from outside, smooth and marble-like, continued inside. We walked through a
large living space that included a seating area with a huge television, an open
kitchen and spacious dining area. As I’d come to expect, the furnishings were
all sleek and chic and expensive looking. We headed down a short hallway that
branched off the right side of the space. Shane stopped at the first door.
“This is your room.” He opened it for me and escorted me inside.