Winner Takes All (A Full Length Erotic Romance Novel) (14 page)

“When I tell you to do something, you do it.”
Before she could respond, the belt swatted across her
thighs, gentle in spite of the heat in his voice. “Understand?”
“Yes!” She gasped the word as the leather belt
slashed her thighs again, harder this time, leaving a strip of heat in its
wake. She gasped again at the jolt of arousal that slammed into her body from
the pain. The leather fell again, this time on her ass. Once, twice, three
times and she moaned at each lash of the belt, moaning in pleasure and
amazement as her body went hot, the blood and juices inside her body flushing
her with heat and sexual desire, filling her even more than she already had
been.
“Will you do what I tell you next time?”
“Yes,” she cried. “Yes!”
With each fall of the belt, her desire rose higher
and higher, pain flushing her skin. She felt the redness and heat gather from
his attentions, his strokes falling harder and harder until she was crying out
with each lash. Arousal and pain and tears of desire wetting her face. Her
pussy was dripping wet, the core of her aching for Damien’s touch, throbbing
for his attention.
She squirmed on his lap for relief, hunting for firm
pressure against her clit, her hips jerking helplessly as he lashed her ass.
Incredible, she felt an orgasm rising swiftly in her, a burning annihilation,
heat whipping through her body as the leather came down on her skin. Sasha
trembled from the pain, from the desire. The orgasm jerked her abruptly on
Damien’s lap
“Yes!” she cried out, shaking and whimpering from the
explosion of pleasure.
Damien said nothing. He only lashed her again with
the belt, an unyielding metronome, lashing fire and desire into her flesh.
Another orgasm wriggled to life under her flesh. Sasha was overwhelmed with the
smell of her own pussy filling the room; she was so wet, dripping, drenched.
Frantic for his touch, she felt that the entire household smelled her wet and
open pussy; that the whole staff, everyone left behind in the house, knew that
she was in heat for Damien. Then he dropped the belt, his breath whistling between
his teeth. His fingers dove into her from behind, abruptly filling her pussy.
They both groaned.
“You love this!” He thrust his fingers deeper inside
her.
“Yes....” She moaned on his lap, her fingers buried
in the sofa, shaking from the pleasure he pushed into her. Fingers stroking her
deeply, stroking her well, whimpers and groans falling from her mouth as his
fingers plumbed the very depths of her. She quivered. He abruptly withdrew his
fingers and she moaned from the loss. He lifted her off his lap, dragged her
mouth up to his. Their tongues twisted together, their mouths gasping.
Sasha slid her hands in his hair, clinging to him as
they kissed, rubbing her naked body against his clothed one, her nipples
sensitive still as they dragged across his chest, against the cotton of his
suit. Damien pulled her even closer, dragged her until she was straddling his
lap. Sasha groaned as her wide up pussy slid across his cock. Her hot and
throbbing flesh, made sensitive from the belt, burned even more. Damien groaned
into her mouth.
“Turn around.”
She turned, her back to him, still straddling him in
the couch, her feet sinking into the sofa, bracketing his thighs. Damien
touched her breasts, squeezed them from behind, pinching her nipples. Sasha
moaned and bit her lip, twisting in his lap, her mind in tatters from want.
Damien touched her clit, fingers pressing and circling and pinching it. She
gasped, making needful noises.
“Please!” she cried. “Please!”
Her reason was completely gone. Sitting on his lap
with her burning ass was delicious torture. Between that and his fingers on her
clit, she was completely out of her mind with desire. His fingers disappeared.
He lifted her, positioned his cock at her drenched slit.
“Ah!”
His cock shoved deeply inside her. Sasha moaned.
Damien pulled out. Then grabbed her hips, shoved up into her again. “You’re so
fucking wet!” he cried into her shoulder.
His cock thrust into her, deep and hard, sliding
against her swollen g-spot, filling her so completely. She felt him firm and
hot at her back, the shirt and jacket of his suit sliding against her skin as
she jolted up and down on his lap. Sweat drenched her skin. Her breath scraped
raw through her lungs. Sasha moaned and gasped as he fucked her hard, his
breath hot at the back of her neck, her body soaked in sweat and juices, her
ass and thighs burning from the belt.
“Oh, God!”
Her thigh muscles twitched from the beginnings of
another orgasm. Her hair flew around her face, sticking to her hot and sweat
soaked skin. Sasha’s fingers clenched hard in Damien’s thighs as the pleasure
rocketed through her. He gripped her hips hard. His cock bucked inside her, his
hips slamming up into her as he made a rumbling sound of masculine satisfaction
against her shoulder.
He moaned her name as he came. “You’re incredible….”
Damien gripped her waist and pulled her to rest hard against him, his breath
huffing through her hair. “How did you know this was just what I needed?” His
heart thumped against her back through his clothes.
Sasha smiled. Melted even more into him as he fell
back into the sofa, loose-limbed. “Because it’s what I needed,” she said.
Slowly, as they sat pressed together, her pulse
calmed, the riot in her blood settled. Damien laughed softly and pressed his
mouth against her throat. He was still inside her, his replete cock resting
amid the slickness of their combined juices. It was a delicate weight she
happily carried. And theirs was a joining Sasha was in no hurry to undo.
But all too soon, they had to unwind from each other.
Damien lifted her off his lap, gasping softly as their bodies disconnected.
Sasha squirmed in his tender grip, bonelessly content as he gently lay her back
in the sofa then stood up. Damien was completely unselfconscious with his damp
cock hanging out of his pants. After briefly touching her cheek, he disappeared
into the small bathroom attached to the study them came back with a wet, warm
cloth. His fly was zipped, suit already straightened. Tenderly, he wiped
between her legs, soothed the welts on her backside and thighs. Then he kissed
each butt cheek.
“You,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss her mouth.
“Are perfection. I can’t believe I was lucky enough to find you.”
Sasha slid her arms around his neck, kissing him
deeply, a part of her wondering if all this tenderness of his would disappear
when he finally knew her secret. She kissed him harder.

Damien pulled away first. “Is
anything wrong?” he asked. “Was I too rough?”
“No. You were perfect. You always know just how to
touch me.” She threaded her fingers through his hair as he looked into her, his
bright blue eyes, an ocean she could easily drown in.
“Then what’s wrong?” A frown marred his perfect
features. His eyes darkened with concern.
“Nothing is wrong.” But even as she said the words,
she found herself pulling even more away from him. But Damien wouldn’t let her
escape.
“Don’t keep the truth from me, Sasha. If something is
wrong, give me the chance to make it right.”
He gathered her in his arms, simultaneously firm and
tender. He pulled her into his lap. Sasha felt her worries melting away under
the warmth of his gaze on her, his arms sweetly enfolding her nakedness. She
snuggled into his arms and sighed, giving in to the temptation to simply lie
against him and listen to the strong thunder of his heartbeat.
“You make me feel safe,” she murmured.
He rested a hand on her head, tucked her face into
the curve of his neck. “You’re a confusing woman,” he said with a mock sigh.
“So stubborn.”
“Never that.” Sasha smiled and forced herself to pull
gently away from him.
He let her go and she got to her feet, picked up her
dress. She stepped into it and shook out her hair, shoving the thick locks away
from her face and settling them in some semblance of order around her
shoulders. Sasha looked at Damien with an eyebrow raised, turned her back to
him with the unzipped dress revealing the smooth expanse of her back, the dip
down to her bottom. Her lover stood up, walked slowly to her.
“Now you need me, huh?” His hand rested on the tab of
the zipper. His warmth soaked into her through the thin material.
“Need is relative,” she said, reaching back to pull
up the zipper herself. But he batted her hand away, smiling, and tugged on the
zipper’s tab, closing the fabric of the dress with an exaggerated slowness.
A knock sounded at the door of the study. The door
handle clicked as whoever it was opened the door and let themselves in. A
shocked face in the door staring at Damien and Sasha.
Vincent Frazier.
She flushed, aware of how it looked with her lover’s
hand on her zipper, the tousled mess of her hair. From the doorway, Vincent
stared at her with his eyes gray eyes wide in shock. Then triumph.

Sasha stood frozen in front of Damien as Vincent Frazier stared at
her and her lover. The jockey’s gray eyes moved insolently down her body as she
remained with her back to Damien, his hand on the tab of her dress zipper.
Although she was horrified by what the vindictive jockey was seeing, she forced
herself to deliberately turn away from him in the doorway of Damien’s study.

“Excuse me,” Vincent said. His apology sounded as false as his
alleged reputation with women. A moment later he stepped back outside and
closed the door of the study behind him.

Only then did Sasha allow her true feelings to show.

“Shit!”

She jerked away from Damien, wanting to bury her face in her
hands. Or his chest. First her brother, now this. When would all these threats
to her career and her happiness finally disappear?

“He’s going to tell everyone what he just saw,” she whispered,
mindful of the possibility that Vincent was still standing outside with his ear
pressed to the door.

“Relax,” Damien said. He clasped her shoulders with his warm
hands. “He can’t do anything to us that we won’t allow.”

“But he can!” She shivered in her lover’s embrace, imagining the
other jockey running off to tattle to anyone in the stables who would listen.
“He can ruin everything.”

Damien made a dismissive noise. “Hardly. The best way to douse
this fire is for us to be public with our relationship. He can’t reveal what’s
already out in the open.” He drew her back against his chest, effortlessly
supporting her weight with his strength.

Unfortunately, Sasha agreed with Damien. They had to come out as
more than friends, as an actual couple, to negate any damage that Vincent could
potentially do.

“You’re right,” she murmured, her heart still thumping hard in her
chest.

“It’s already the end of the work day so we should do it tomorrow.
The sooner, the better.” He kissed the top of her head. “Don’t worry, Sasha.
Everything will be all right.”

“Okay.” Her voice sounded small, even to her own ears. She cleared
her throat, not wanting to think about any of this anymore. Vincent was a
problem that didn’t deserve any of her attention. Damien was right. There was
nothing to be done until tomorrow. She sighed and drew back from his embrace.
Then she took his hand and led him back to the couch they had so recently left.

“Since we can’t do anything about Vincent right now, tell me about
that phone call I interrupted earlier.”

Damien shook his head, gathered her into his arms on the couch,
her back pressed against his chest, their legs stretched out and sweetly
tangled together. “That’s just jumping from one bad topic to another.” His full
mouth twisted into a grimace.

“There’s a guy, Anthony Barnes, who’s had it in for me and my
family for years.”

“Anthony Barnes.” Sasha furrowed her brow. “That name sounds
familiar.” She thought about where she might have heard it before, and then
remembered. “He’s the trainer for McGreevy’s, isn’t he?”

Damien looked down at her in surprise. “How do you know him?”

“Before I made up my mind to work here, I was considering signing
on over at McGreevy’s instead. They offered a great package and they have some
beautiful thoroughbreds. But I felt more at home here. Linc and High Impact
sealed the deal for me.”

Damien made a soft noise of approval. “Remind me to give Linc a
raise for that.”

She smiled faintly. “But we weren’t talking about me or even
Linc.”

Sasha turned in Damien’s arms so she could see his face while
still remaining in his comfortable and warm embrace. The blue of his eyes was
shadowed, the touch of darkness so uncharacteristic for him.

“We were talking about that piece of shit, Anthony Barnes,” he
said with a snarl. I’m glad he didn’t manage to steal you away, too.” She
watched him for a moment, not saying a word, merely allowing him to gather his
thoughts about what was bothering him so much. He sighed and told her the
story.

“I never told you this, but I never wanted to be in this
business.”

Damien’s voice deepened as he told her of his dreams of being a
zoologist. Of wanting to get his Masters degree in Wildlife Biology and working
with animals in their natural environments all over the world. Despite this
desire, however, he bowed to his father’s wishes and went to school for
business. Even then, he hadn’t committed to helping his father run Taylor
Stables.