“You come home with me. I might even be convinced to make you breakfast in the morning.”
If the kiss earlier had been enough to make her head swim, this one made her melt completely. His tongue probed and swept and glided. His teeth nibbled her lips and his tongue soothed it. One arm banded her to him while his other hand threaded through her hair to cup her head. She wound her arms around him and gave back as good as she got. Her own tongue explored his mouth, tasted every bit of him.
When they broke apart, both were panting for breath.
“We need to move this party before I forget I’m in someone else’s house,” he told her, that low voice vibrating through her. “I’ll follow you, okay?”
“Yes.” She grinned. “Let’s hurry.”
Alex’s smile melted her toes. “You said the magic words.”
They left only the nightstand lamp on in the bedroom, its glow soft and warming. Liz had pulled out her big gold box of playthings from the back of her closet, smiling at the hot light in Alex’s eyes when he opened it.
He stepped out of character to undress her, peeling off each item with tantalizing slowness, kissing each inch of skin as he exposed it. He arranged her on the bed on her stomach, pillows propped beneath her, turning her head so she could watch him as he rid himself of his own clothing.
“No punishment tonight,” he told her. “I know how much it turns you on. As much as it does me. But tonight I want something else.”
Naked, he stood at the side of the bed, fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly. He smiled when she ran her tongue over her lips.
“I know you want this in your mouth, Elizabeth. And you suck it like the perfect sub. I think your mouth was made just for my cock. But tonight I have someplace else to put it. Spread your legs.”
He reached between her thighs and probed between the folds of her pussy, making a sound of satisfaction when he found her soaking wet. Drawing his fingers back, he painted her lips with her juices.
“Lick your lips,” he ordered. “See how good you taste.”
Obediently, she ran her tongue over the surface of her mouth, loving the heat that danced in Alex’s eyes as he watched her.
He slipped two fingers inside her again, bending over her slightly, his hand still on his erection as he slid his fingers in and out of her wet channel.
“Don’t move, no matter what I do. Stay completely still.”
He pulled his fingers out and moved to her clit, stroking, stroking, and Liz had all she could do to hold still. Electricity jolted through her, the first tendrils of the climax stirring deep inside her. Gritting her teeth she forced the pleasure back, dropping into subspace where she cocooned herself in a sensual web.
When Alex moved away, she simply laid on the bed in erotic limbo, waiting for his next move, his next command. She sucked in her breath when she felt the dildo she’d pointed out as her favorite slipping its way into her pussy a little at a time until the tip touched her womb.
“Feeling a little stuffed?’ His voice was thick with lust.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
Fuck me, Sir.
Then his fingers were probing at her anus, cool gel thick on them, pressing into her tissues. She sucked in her breath.
“Yes, Elizabeth.” His chuckle was like a sexy tune. “Tonight I’m going to fuck you in the ass.” He bent over her so his mouth was next to her ear, his breath a warm breeze against her skin. “The ultimate intimacy. Outside this room you are every bit the strong woman I fell in love with. Yes, love. But inside, on this bed, in this room, you are mine to command. And to give pleasure to. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir. I do.” Oh, she definitely did. Pleasure swamped her as she realized what he was telling her. She was his, completely, but he’d never consume her, never treat her with anything except love. This time she didn’t have to be afraid.
And she wasn’t, only filled with anticipation and love.
Yes, love.
She waited impatiently while he bound her wrists at the small of her back. Then he was between her thighs, pulling her to her knees, opening the cheeks of her ass, prodding at her tight opening with the head of his cock. Inch by inch, he pushed into her. The dildo in her cunt made everything so much tighter. So much more pleasurable.
And when he placed his hands on her hips and began to move, the coil of her release began unwinding in her body, rising rapidly, and threatening to swamp her. The walls of her pussy fluttered in anticipation, and her nipples ached and throbbed. Her body wanted that orgasm she was forced to deny. She had all she could do not to come at once.
Not until he tells me.
But oh god, he seemed to take forever, every slow glide of his shaft in and out exquisite torture. The pillows balanced her, allowing her to thrust back with her hips. The pleasure was incredibly intense, invading every inch. And she hung there, aroused beyond belief, in sub space waiting for him to give her permission.
In, out, harder, harder, the dildo sliding back and forth with every movement of his cock, until she was sure she couldn’t last another minute. Faster now, harder still. His hands tightened on her hips and his pace increased.
Oh, please, Alex, I need to come so badly.
“Now, Elizabeth,” he shouted. “Come now. Right now.”
They exploded together, her pussy clutching convulsively at the dildo, his cock pulsing inside her ass. Nothing existed for her except the consuming sensations and this man. This man.
On and on it went, hard spasms gripping them as they rocked together. And then finally, it was done.
He flicked the knot on the rope binding her wrists, freeing them, and collapsed forward, catching his weight on his arms. His heart beat furiously against her back, his breath rasped at her ear. Her own heart was pounding wildly, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to draw a normal breath again.
Long moments passed before their bodies went slack and satisfaction wrapped around them. Alex had made no move to withdraw from her body.
“I like being connected to you,” he said, as if reading her thoughts. “I want to be connected to you for a long time, Liz. A very long time.”
She sighed. “Me, too.”
He kissed her cheek. “I think I’ve been looking for you all my life.”
She smiled. “Then I’m very glad you found me.”
“But just remember.” He chuckled. “If you misbehave, the leather paddle comes out of the closet for a discipline session.”
She laughed and yet shivered at the thought of leather slapping her flesh. Stinging her ass. Heating her body. “Then I guess I’ll be misbehaving a lot. For a very long time.”
About the Author
Desiree Holt is flavored with the rich experiences of her life, including a long stretch in the music business representing every kind of artist from country singer to heavy metal rock bands. For several years she also ran her own public relations agency handling any client that interested her, many of whom might recognize themselves in the ages of her stories.
She is twice a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award, a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as a CAPA Award, winner of two Holt Medallion Awards of Merit, and is published by five different houses. Romance Junkies said of her work: “Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.”
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