Fiend
Cravings #2
Rachael Orman
Fiend
Copyright 2015 by Rachael Orman
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Acknowledgements
As always, I owe everything to my one and only sweetie.
Jacqui – You crazy Aussie.. I love you lady!
Editing Juggernaut – Thank you for being so AWESOME and always working with me even with crazy deadlines!
Phycel Designs – Once again…. Perfection.
Shay – It was wonderful getting to know you and I couldn’t be happier with having you grace the cover of one of my books.
And every other single reader out there – without you, I wouldn’t be doing what I love to do so thank you for your continued support.
fiend
noun \ˈfēnd\
: an evil spirit : a demon or devil
: a very evil or cruel person
: a person who is very enthusiastic about something
Chapter 1
Alix
Finally being able to see Master and knowing he was John, the man I'd lusted after for so long, made me so incredibly hot. I needed him in ways I had never needed another person.
Standing naked in front of him, clad only in a pair of dress slacks, made my pussy clench as my tongue darted out to wet my lips. The beauty of his hard muscles made me shiver in anticipation. While I'd been allowed to run my hands along his body before, it was different when I could see him and his reactions while doing it. From the hard bulge under my hand, it wasn't hard to tell he was just as aroused as I was.
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as I finally released his straining cock from his pants. As soon as my hand wrapped around the swollen flesh, his fingers gripped my wrist.
"No, Precious." Two simple words. That was all it took for him to put me in my place and remind me he was the one in charge, even if I was dying to get my hands on him.
Lowering my head, I took on the submissive form I knew most men expected. While I wasn't experienced in the scene, I had done a lot of research since John had started revealing all the wonderful things I came to love and need from my Master.
"Look at me," he said in a deep, commanding voice that made my eyes snap up to his blue ones, which glowed in the dim lighting. "When it is just us, I want your eyes on me at all times. I don't want you looking down. I don't want to see the top of your head. I want to see every drop of pleasure you are experiencing as it flashes across your eyes."
"Yes, Master." I fought the urge to drop my head again. Being able to look into his eyes was something I'd have to get used to. The blindfold I'd once worn had trained me to keep my eyes closed or down when I was with him since I couldn't see anyway.
"Get on the bed," John instructed as he stepped out of his pants, which had pooled around his feet, and then his shoes and socks.
I stepped backwards until I encountered the bed and sat on the edge.
"Lie back on the center." Placing his hands on his hips, he waited for me to do as I was told before approaching slowly. "Beautiful. Absolutely stunning," he murmured, his eyes caressing my exposed body as he took in all of me.
Feeling my cheeks burn at the compliment, I forced a smile. No one had ever looked at me with the appreciation — the hunger — I saw in his eyes. I didn't know how to react to the man I’d wanted for so long peering at me with such desire. Normally, I was uncomfortable with my body, but his expression made it hard to remember why.
John moved to stand at the foot of the bed as he continued to devour me with his eyes. Reaching out, his large hands grabbed my ankles before roughly parting them. "Fuck." A low, deep growl filled the quiet space. Reaching to the side of the mattress, he pulled nylon restraints from one side, then the other, before carefully tying my ankles so I couldn't close my legs. "I hope you understand that by showing up here tonight — You. Are. Mine. There is no going back. I am going to claim every part of you. Every single inch of your body will know who it belongs to when we’re done."
Hearing his roughened voice as the heat of his breath rushed down my spread thighs, my breath caught and my hands dug into the bedding beneath me. I wanted to touch him, I wanted him to touch me. Instead, I would wait until my master deemed it the right time. It was the reason I had returned to him. I needed what he could give me. In more ways than one.
Running his hands up my legs, he stopped when he got to my inner thighs. All my nerves were focused on the points where his fingers momentarily dug into the sensitive skin. Moving to kneel between my spread thighs, his hands moved up to my hips, once again digging in as he gripped them hard. His eyes constantly drank in my body, making my insecurities flare up. Then his eyes lifted to mine and everything but him simply vanished.
"I want to do so much to you, but all I can think about is finally getting my dick inside you," John said, licking his lips.
"I'm yours, Master." I spoke softly and raised my arms above my head, showing him that even though my arms weren’t restrained, I wasn't going to stop him. He wouldn't hurt me, not in a way I wouldn't enjoy.
"You are so damn perfect." John slid his hands up my stomach, then between my breasts, until he could cup either side of my neck. Roughly, he pulled me into a sitting position as he lowered his head. Our lips joined in a rough kiss, teeth bumping before they spread and our tongues met. Pulling back, he continued to hold my neck as he looked directly into my eyes. "Tell me you are on the pill."
"I am," I whispered. As soon as the words were out of my lips, his cock was sliding through the moisture pooling between my thighs. Once lined up, he thrust deep in one hard push.
My head fell as far backwards as it could with his hands still holding me up as a shriek leapt unbidden from my throat. I pressed my hands into the bed to help support my weight. Looking down, I could watch as he plunged in and out of my body. His cock was beautiful, slicked and hard. The sight made my orgasm grow closer. "John. Master. Oh. My. God."
"Come, Precious. Come for me while you watch me fuck you." His voice was gravelly and his grip on my nape tightened as he continued the hard, fast rhythm.
Finally, my release eased and thankfully, he lowered me back onto the bed. I didn't think he could possibly get any deeper, but he shifted my hips, changing the angle he entered me at. I couldn't help but grunt with each plunge as he hit my cervix — he was going so deep. It hurt, but in a new, unexpected way and there wasn't a chance in hell I would tell him to stop. The rivulets of sweat running down his muscular chest, along with his muscles rippling and flexing with each movement, showed how hard he was working. It made my mouth water to get a taste of him, his sweat.