Authors: Lena Black
“Desperate for me? You’re so deliciously greedy, Hyde.”
“How could I not be when it comes to you, Hunt?”
I yank off his pants and briefs, letting his big cock pop out and steal the show. He unhooks my garter and flings it onto the couch. He crouches, and I steady myself on his shoulder as he takes off my pumps. His hand glides down my upper thigh
, taking my stockings with them.
Hunt rises and brings me into him, pressing my soft flesh against his rock-solid body. We sway together in the firelight, the glistening city our backdrop. As our bodies rub against one another, stimulating my nipples and jamming his thick, hard penis into my tender, wet cleft, stroking my sensitive clit. His hands run along my back and rear, latching on and lifting me up.
“Wrap your legs around my waist, gorgeous.”
I do as he fleshly commands, knowing control is what he hungers. Hunt’s lips move in, his
tongue gently probing and massaging my mouth. I attack him with the same consuming passion.
Now, this is making up.
He clasps a hand to the nape of my neck and mashes our lips tightly. I rest my biceps on his shoulders, thrusting my hands into his hair and jerking back sharply.
“No, no. That’s a naughty girl. Such behavior is punishable. You have one warning, and then I take you over my knee.”
My eyes are large as he reprimands me, but I can’t help myself and tug again like an insolent child testing the waters, and he spanks me with a free hand. The contact jolts me into him. The sting is arousing, and for some reason I’m not afraid.
Why does his touch provoke such strong feelings in me? Even his violent caress sends me bouncing of the walls.
I slam my lips on his. Our kiss is potent and frantic for one another. He grips my hair at the nape and hauls my lips away enough to say, “Let’s go take a shower.”
Playing Dirty
M
y lips are back on his as he walks us across the living room, up the stairs, and down the hall into the master bedroom. He certainly gives the name a new meaning. He gives everything a new meaning. Our lip-lock doesn’t break until were about halfway across his room.
I get a pretty good peek considering the only light is from the city shining through the glass wall to my left. It’s another awe-inspiring view. The room is huge.
There are more black and whites decorating the walls, but these are different, these are of the naked, female form.
“These photos are incredible. Who did them?”
He pauses. “I did. I’m pleased you like them.”
“You d
id these? Are the women your ex’s?”
“Yes.
”
My eyes
shoot back to one in particular, of a nude, slender brunette kneeling with her rear resting on the heels of her feet tucked underneath. Her back is to the camera, long, chestnut hair flowing down till the ends sweep the dimples just above her rump. She is peeking over her shoulder, the lower half of her face obstructed by her lush hair, only her massive, light eyes are revealed, peering out at us lovingly.
“I should replace them,” he remarks, unsure of my feelings.
“You’re my new subject. I want to stare at you whenever I desire.”
I b
lush at the idea of my body on display. It makes me nervous. However, to be photographed by an artist such as him would be an intimate and erotic experience.
I notice a photo
unlike the rest. It’s large and on the wall facing his bed, which is arranged against the glass wall. This one is warm, sweet. The subject is a young, angelic woman sleeping sound, fair hair fanned out around her head. The outside light illuminates her golden strands and bathes half of her peaceful face perfectly angled toward the camera. Up close and personal.
I look a little harder and realize the girl is me! I’m the angelic vision.
“That’s me. When did you take this?”
“The night I saved you, I woke up, and you looked perfect. I called down to my driver and had him bring the camera to me. This is what I got. A vision I’ve cherished and gazed at ever since.”
I’m flattered and embarrassed, but I don’t care, I want him.
“Cherish me, instead,” I comment softly.
“With pleasure,” he growls.
He pushes a button on the touchscreen on the wall next to us, which reads fireplace, and continues to the bathroom. He sets me down on the warm, white tile floor and strides to yet another screen. There’s a glass shower in the center of the room. It’s enormous, ten people could fit inside with plenty of room to spare. Water sputters from the
rain showerhead installed in the ceiling above then flows freely. It doesn’t take long for steam to collect and billow out the open top, the glass becoming foggy.
“Come, you must be cold.”
I quickly get into the steamy shower, and he follows suit. I jump under the water and let it run down my sensitive skin, reveling in its soothing, moist caress. I pluck the soap off a glass shelf and start washing myself off.
“I want to do that.”
He gestures for the soap and lathers it up in his hands. He starts on my neck and shoulders, working down to my arms, tummy, hips, and legs. He’s crouching in front of me in such an animalistic way.
“I think you missed a few spots,” I remark.
He shoots me a sexy, crooked smirk up at me.
“I’m saving the best for last,” Hunt replies in a dark tone.
He rises and prowls around me. His hand kneads and cleanses my back, working slowly down to my ass. He kneels on bended knee to kiss one of my cheeks.
“Real soon, I’m taking this, too.” He traces a finger lightly down the split. “You’ve such a supple, perky ass,” he purrs and smacks it.
The sting feels sharper on wet flesh, or maybe it’s the loud snapping noise making it seem so. He stands and shoves his arms through mine to massage my engorged, tender breasts with a soapy hand. The other slides down to my wanting crease, gently cleansing. My back arcs, shoving my breast into his waiting, groping palm. I reach behind, clamp onto his firm ass and dig my nails in. Damian’s hard cock compresses into my rear, and I grind against him.
“My turn.”
Wait. What?
He hands me the soap
over my shoulder, and I turn to him, lathering it up. I knead his steel body, like trying to squeeze a rock, all the way down to his feet. I slide my slippery hands down his rigid muscles, caressing every hill and valley. My attempts of groping his package are foiled, twice. Once I finish, I rinse and wash the make-up off my face, allowing the water to flow over me.
“You’re stunning. Wet looks spectacular on you.”
He’s beyond delish, soapy and dripping wet.
“You’re not too bad yourself, Hunt.”
He takes the soap from me, lathers it up and tenderly cleans the leftover eye make-up off my face. When he’s done, I rinse the suds off, and he does the same, running big hands over his wet, hard flesh. Suddenly, I get the urge to do something I’ve wanted to try since I first laid eyes on his massive member. His eyes are shut as he combs his fingers through his soaked hair, giving me the advantage for a sneak attack.
I drop to my knees and shove my mouth onto his slippery erection. He shudders at the surprise
ravaging of his manhood. I take him in to the back of my throat, using my hand to stroke the rest, the water lubricating his thick shaft. I suck hard and fast, stopping every so often to flick and tease the tip, keeping at the shaft with a twist of my wrist.
Damian’s breathing is forced, hands splayed on the glass for support. I thrust him into my mouth again, twirling my tongue on the way down, and he jolts. His moaning turns me on, causing me to go at his hard, tasty cock with greater
enthusiasm.
“Get up,” he orders.
I reluctantly extract him from my mouth, and he grasps an arm, helping me off the ground. When I’m steady on my feet, he slaps his hands on my ass and lifts me up against him. I know the protocol and wrap myself around him. He raises me a tad more, and I come back down, gliding onto his slippery cock. His eyes fixate on mine as I sink to the base, letting out a jagged whimper.
“Gabrielle,” he moans out, hands gripped firmly to my rear, setting the casual, mind-blowing rhythm. “How do I taste?”
Before I answer, his lips are on mine, our tongues twining and licking. I snatch his tongue between my lips and gently suckle on it, then trace his lips with my tongue. I bite down on the bottom lip and tug. Hunt growls and latches onto my upper lip putting us in a steamy, biting lip-lock. When we part, his gaze is shadowy.
“That’s how you want to do this?” he questions in a low voice.
He clutches an arm around my waist and opens the door. He steps out the shower, holding me on him, rubbing my G-spot, and shuts off the shower on the way out.
In an instant, my damp body hits t
he mattress of his colossal bed, and he commences his delicious assault on my cleft. Our bodies slip and slide as he gives me a frenzied pounding. The sound of wet skin slapping fills the quiet room. Our harsh breathing and moaning fuels our pace, determined to please the other. He pulls out.
“I want you from behind.”
I flip over, rising on my hands and knees. He places his legs on the outside of mine and clasps his hands on my hips. He slides his thumbs between my lips and spreads me apart, pressing his tip into my opening. He slams in, filling me quickly, and I cry out his name. The closeness of my legs makes my grasp on him tight and intense. The fullness of him stretches me, burning in the best possible way.
“Oh god, you love that, don’t you? You love me possessing you, fucking you hard.”
Hunt’s thrusts are endless and powerful, his breathing fast, same as his blows to my tensing core. My torso bows, and my head flings back as I take him into me.
“You...feel...so...fucking...good...inside...me,” I pant out between each deep thrust. He groans out my name, pounding harder.
“I feel you yearning to cum for me. Come undone, come just for me.”
My muscles clamp together, winding up tight. Hunt gives a few shallow pumps and slams back into me. I
can’t hold on and unravel around him as we cum together savagely.
We collapse onto the bed, Damian throbbing inside me as his orgasm spil
ls into me. He shifts inside me while I’m still in my hypersensitive state, and I have another. My body’s sprawled out, shaking under him while he fills me with his yummy nectar. He moves a few wavy tresses out of my face and kisses my cheek and neck.
“Mmmm, I like that.”
“I like you, Gabrielle. You smell scrumptious, an intoxicating cocktail of you and me.”
“That’s a luscious scent,
inebriating.” I sigh, my body relaxing into the mattress. “I like you, too, Damian.”
“Do you?”
There it is. His insecurity and pain wrapped up in two simple words.
“You’re my obsession.”
He runs the tip of his nose along the side of my face.
“
Gabrielle, you’ve possessed me completely.”
My heart swells, tears well up in the corner
s of my eyes until they spill out, streaming vertically across the bridge of my nose. They fall like salty, wet bombs onto the comforter.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
He wipes the tears away with a finger.
“I’m not sad.”
He cradles his arms under me and pulls us up onto our knees. He clasps one arm over my collarbone and the other over my womb. There’s an intimacy in the way he’s holding me. I feel…loved.
He kisses along my shoulder, up my neck, and into my damp wavy hair. I glance down at the wet imprint of our lovemaking on the sheets and smile
fondly. He dexterously extracts himself from me, keeping me in his arms.
“You must be cold. Let’s get you dried off and dressed into something warm.”
“Actually, I’m going to wash my hair and rinse off first. Want to join me?”
“Yeah, but not for long.
There’s business I must attend to.”
He kisses my shoulder
again, before we detach and crawl off the bed. He leads me back into the bathroom. I press the light option and notice the different settings for the shower. When I push rain, it starts sprinkling in the shower. Actually, it’s more of a medium downpour, still hot from earlier.
He follows me in, and I watch his muscles flex as he moves. His hands run along his tight body, exploring every inch of taut flesh. He’s a sexual dream, a dark fantasy fleshed out from my deepest desires.
“You’re too pretty to be real,” I remark bewitched by his exquisite form, by the shady soul lurking below the surface. He grasps my chin, pulling me in, and kisses me with a fury hotter than the flames of hell.
“What did I do to deserve you? How did I capture the heart of an Angel? You’re simply the most beguiling creature I’ll ever possess.”
“Fuck me, please.”
“
I would love nothing more, but there are pressing matters requiring my attention. I’ll hurry back to you, I promise. Grab whatever you want from the closet. I’m going to be in my office right next door.”
He pats me on the butt, exiting the shower, and I yelp. He grins and shakes his head, stepping out.
I rewet my hair, grab the shampoo off the glass shelf, and massage it into my scalp. Finally, I have a chance to relax and reflect on the night, his confession, explanation, and of course, Olivia. She’s going to be trouble at work and with Hunt. I’m not her student anymore, but a bump in her path to Damian. I wonder what she wanted from him earlier, why it couldn’t be said in front of me.
As I clean the shampoo out of my hair, I find myself becoming more agitated by it. I change my course of thought to h
is confession and what kind of relationship he had with his subs, other than a controlling one. I get a flash of Olivia’s face, pleading to speak with Hunt in private, and my thoughts head straight back to her. I hate how she clutched onto his arm, stared deep into his eyes, the tone she had in her voice when she said private.
That’s it. I’m fuming. I need to know what she t
old him. I’m avid to find out.
I jump out of the shower and
walk through his bedroom, dripping wet without a towel. I stride down the hall toward the first open door, a rectangle of light cast across the dark hallway. Without hesitation, I stomp right in. He’s staring down at his laptop, hammering away at his work. He pauses, glancing up as if he senses me the way I sense him.
“Gabrielle? What’s wrong?”
I stand there naked with my hands on my hips, dripping on his hard wood floors, a small puddle forming at my feet.
“What did
Olivia want with you?”
“What?”
“Earlier, what did she need to tell you?”
“You’re going to get sick. I need to get you dried and dressed.”