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Authors: Tawny Taylor
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WhatHeDemands (domination erotica) (8 page)
But God help me, I wasn’t going to have the patience to do
that.
My gaze meandered over his perfectly formed body. That
chest. Sigh. Those abs. Sigh. That…very large erection. Double sigh.
I kissed my way down the center of his body, from the little
notch between his collarbones to his bellybutton. Then, I licked and nipped a
little further south, intentionally avoiding any contact with his penis.
He mumbled. He moaned. He tried to grab me once or twice.
But I knocked his hands away, chastising him with a, “No, you don’t.” When I
couldn’t take any more, I sat up again, and sighed. And with trembling hands,
and Shane’s hot and hungry gaze watching my every move, I removed my clothes,
one piece at a time. I made it as far as my bra and panties before he leaped at
me, tackled me to the bed, and growled, “Enough, minx.” He plunged into my
slick heat.
How perfectly he filled me. Stretched me.
How perfectly he touched me, kissed me. Lying beneath him, I
rocked my hips, meeting his thrusts, taking him deep. I loved the feel of his
weight on top of me, loved the way his unique scent filled my nose, loved the
way he growled like a big bear as he possessed my body.
Oh yes. This was what I’d been waiting for. Shane was still
the same powerful, domineering man that made me breathless, but he’d also shown
a little vulnerability. And it was that vulnerability that made me feel so safe
with him now. Safe and cherished.
His hands tormented my breasts while he pounding into me. He
sat back on his knees, changing the angle and pushed my bent legs back so I was
open wide to him. In that position, every stroke, both in and out, touched that
place inside of me that sent electric jolts through my body. I was getting hot,
hotter. Burning up. So tight. So breathless.
“Touch yourself, minx,” he demanded. “Show me how you come.”
I’d never touched myself in front of anyone before. The
thought was scandalous. It made me flush. It made my insides clench around his
invading shaft.
Ohhhh, did that feel good.
A wave of carnal heat pulsed through me.
I was getting closer to orgasm. But I didn’t want this to
end. Not yet. If I touched myself…no. I couldn’t.
I tossed my head from side to side.
“Do it. For me.”
The way he spoke those words…it was almost a plea. I
couldn’t refuse, even though I knew I was about to climax. I slid my hand down
my stomach, over my mound. A fingertip slipped between my slick folds, finding
the hard little nub hiding beneath them.
With the first stroke, I felt the contractions building. A
couple more, and my inside muscles were convulsing around him as he roughly
claimed me.
“Mine,” he said, over and over, and he thrust deep inside.
“Mine. Only mine.”
“Yes, Shane. Only yours.” I wrapped my arms around his neck,
my legs around his waist. He gave me one last inward thrust then jerked out,
spilling his seed on my stomach.
Then, while I struggled to catch my breath, he cleaned me
with a warm washcloth before lying down and gathering me into his arms.
Lost in bliss, I felt myself smiling as I drifted off to
sleep.
* * * * *
The next morning, I woke to the sensation of Shane’s hands
gently gliding over my body, his heat radiating over my back, his erection
burning the skin of my buttocks. What a wickedly delicious way to start the
day.
He nuzzled my neck, giving me little nips that tickled.
Goose bumps prickled my shoulders and back. “I have to go, but I’ll pick you up
next week. Friday. You’ll get my letter on Wednesday.”
Smiling, “Okay.”
“Do you remember the question I asked you when we were in Antigua?” he murmured as he flicked his tongue into my ear.
“Which one? The one about what I want?” Already, I knew my
answer. It had nothing to do with money. It had nothing to do with a job. Or a
house. Or a car. It had to do with a certain man, of wanting him to become the
man I believed he could be.
“When we meet, I would like you to tell me the answer to
that question.”
Pretending I didn’t have a clue, I sighed, “I guess I can
try
.”
He flipped me onto my back and climbing over top of me
glowered. “You’ll try?”
I giggled. “Yes, sir. I will have that answer for you.”
“Better.” He brushed his lips against mine. A kiss that was
too short and too sweet. Taking his advice to heart, I grabbed the hair at his
nape and pulled. And I gave him a proper kiss, running my tongue along the seam
of his mouth. He didn’t open to me, instead, he pushed my tongue back. While
his mouth possessed mine, he cupped my ass, and I wrapped my legs around his
waist, clinging to him, relishing the feel of his heat, the taste of him as it
spread through my mouth, the sound of the low rumble vibrating in his chest.
He kneaded the globes of my bottom roughly, pulled the flesh
apart and traced the seam of my slit with a fingertip. I gasped into our joined
mouths.
“I have your answer, Shane. I want
you
,” I said
between kisses. I sounded more desperate than demanding. The raspy tone of my
voice said need more than want.
“I see. I know what I said about taking what you want. But let’s
make one thing clear, minx,” he growled, eyes sharp, “You can’t
take
me.
Not now. Not ever. No. I will always take you.” And to illustrate, he gripped
my waist and impaled me with his thick rod.
I cried out from the pleasure and shock. Him wanting me, me
wanting him. His taking me. Me taking him. Who cared? All I knew was that he
was filling me, stretching me, shoving in and out roughly, stroking that spot
inside that made blazes erupt through my whole body.
The rest, we could figure out later.
We’d had our troubles, but in just a short time we’d already
learned there was something really powerful between us. Something special.
There was no way to know yet if it would make us better people…or destroy us.
Only time would tell.
The End
The End
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DESIRE
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Beautiful.
Exquisite.
Thoroughly, utterly, intoxicatingly sexy.
And as deadly as a cottonmouth.
That was Malek Alexandre, summed up in twelve concise words.
A spectator at the private bondage club, standing in the
shadows at the back of an open dungeon, Lei Mitchell moved aside to let a slave
wearing a black thong and dog collar pass. Her gaze never left Malek. Not for a
second.
This was an opportunity she couldn’t deny herself.
For once she was free to just . . . enjoy. Without fearing
she’d be caught by Malek, one of his brothers, or her sister, Rin.
Lei’s hungry gaze wandered up and down his body at leisure
now, taking in the full glory of his heavily muscled form. He was wearing a
simple outfit—black, snug-fitting knitted shirt and tailored trousers, no
leather for this man—but still Lei could make out the rippling bulges and clean
lines defining each muscle as he lifted his arm and flicked his wrist. The
leather tails of his flogger sailed through the air toward their target, and
Lei’s breath caught in her throat.
Malek was not just any dom. He was
the dom.
The one
who made her blood pound hard and hot through her veins. If only submitting to
him wouldn’t mean her destruction.
Warm and tingly all over, even though her insides ached a
little at knowing she would never—could never—know the pleasure of submitting
to her master, Lei stood in that dark corner, just out of his sight, and
watched as Malek trained a submissive. The sub, a male, clearly enjoyed every
stroke of the lash, as evidenced by the look of utter rapture on his face . . .
and the large bulge pressing against the only garment he was wearing, the snug
black G-string. Like Malek, the sub was lean, firmly muscled, bronzed, attractive.
He was also delightfully responsive. She wouldn’t mind taking him back to her
private suite sometime.
Since being rescued from a nightmarish life as a sex slave,
Lei had come to this private bondage club to exorcise her demons. One of her
previous owners had trained her to dominate him. As it turned out, his kink had
become her salvation. Now she was the one in control. She was the one holding
the whip, tying the knots, instead of receiving the blows or being bound and
forced to fuck.
Free now from that horrendous life, she couldn’t seem to
stop herself from seeking out opportunities to dominate men. She wasn’t sure
why. She received no sexual fulfillment from it. She received no emotional
fulfillment either. She was still the empty shell of a girl she’d been the day
her sister had bought her out of hell.
But now she was an empty shell with a compulsion.
And a fascination with a certain dom.
As Malek released his submissive from his restraints, in
preparation for a change in position, Lei tried to walk away.
But she couldn’t. Her feet simply wouldn’t move.
Her body was tight. Hot. Her heart was pounding. It was as
if she were lowering to her knees before Malek, waiting breathlessly for his
next command.
Malek ran his fingertip down the sub’s spine.
A tiny shudder of pleasure quaked through Lei’s body. Her
pussy clamped tight against an aching emptiness. She licked her dry lips and
curled her fingers into fists.
What would he do next?
The submissive settled on his knees on the floor, butt
lifted high, rather than resting on his heels. He tipped his head down.
Waiting. Patiently.
Lei had been forced into that position too many times to
count. She’d never voluntarily kneeled before a man. She couldn’t now. But that
didn’t stop her from imagining herself in the submissive’s place at this
moment. If she closed her eyes, she could feel Malek’s gaze sweeping up and
down her body. Her skin burning. Her nerves prickling.
It was anxiety and anticipation both. A touch of fear
coupled with the expectation of good things, wonderful things. Of unimaginable
pleasure. And glorious pain.
If only . . . if only . . .
“Is that a smile I see?” Malek’s voice was unexpectedly
light, playful. His tone both put her at ease and made her that much tighter.
“No,” the submissive answered.
“No,
Master,
” Lei whispered to herself as she opened
her eyes. Such a show of defiance surely deserved a punishment. She didn’t want
to miss this.
What would Malek do?
A chill skittered up her spine.
Malek’s brow lifted, but he said nothing.
Ah, he was going to let his submissive wait, wonder.
She unclenched her hands and dragged her sweaty palms down
the sides of her legs. A huge lump congealed in her throat. She swallowed hard
and squeezed her thighs together. The burning in her pussy was becoming intolerable.
Malek used the tip of his whip to lift his submissive’s
chin. “I asked you a question, and I expect a proper answer. So I’ll ask again,
is that a smile I see?”
The submissive’s lips twitched. “Maybe.”
This was a submissive who liked to push his luck. Lei had
scened with more than enough to know the type. They craved the punishment and
weren’t by nature submissive. They merely took on the role so they would be in
a position to get what they wanted. Depending upon the submissive, and the dom,
that could be a few lashes, being humiliated in public, or perhaps being
paddled to within an inch of their limits.
But what he probably wasn’t expecting was what Malek did,
even if they had discussed the possibility ahead of time.
Malek walked away.
The submissive’s eyes widened. His mouth formed an “O” of
shock; then his lips clamped shut.
Damn. Lei couldn’t help but smile at the submissive’s
reaction. She’d put money on him thinking twice about playing Malek like that
again. Or maybe he’d make a different choice in a dom, if that was his game.
Either way, it was something to watch.
While Lei continued to study Malek’s behavior as he prowled
around the open dungeon, he turned. His gaze swept the crowd of onlookers
gathered around the perimeter of the room. It snapped to her.
Their eyes met.
The air seeped from her lungs.
Her face burned.
He smiled, and she swore her heart skipped a beat. Maybe
two.
Dangerous. That’s what that man was.
Her body had never reacted this way to any man before,
especially since . . . being rescued. She met his smile with a tiny nod, then
forced herself to walk through the throng toward the back hall, toward her
private suite, her haven. Her sanctuary.
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