Authors: Lena Black
“Relax, babe,
” he softly commands walking us into the house, and I whack his firm ass, hard. In response, he yanks down my pants and panties and spanks my ass. I really begin to fight him, but that ceases when his thick finger enters me, leisurely driving in and out, thumb massaging my aching clit.
“You’re
always
soaked before even I touch you. I want to lap you up and taste your sweetness on my tongue.”
“Oh god! Where’s
Liam?” I moan out.
“Don’t
ever
moan out another man’s name.” He pops me on each cheek. “I sent him out for a few hours. Do you honestly believe I would expose you if we weren’t alone? No one gets to observe your bare, little cunt but me. I thought I was clear.”
“I don’t…know why…I thought…you would,” I breathe out as he continues his agonizingly pleasurable assault on my coveting core. He ascends the stairs to the bedroom, never
faltering his delicious attack, and my hair falls out of its tie, swinging wildly about my face. I moan as my body goes limp, allowing him to do what he pleases, and spasm when his thumb hits the right spot.
Once in our bedroom, he eases out of me, and I groan at the lingering emptiness.
“We are far from finished,” he replies to my muffled protest.
He lies me horizontally across the mattress, bare assed and panting. He strips o
ff my boots, pants, and panties so I’m lying on the bed with my naked legs and ass hanging over the edge. He kneels before me, hands cradling my calves and spreads me wide-open, exposing me to the light, to him.
“Dear god, Gabrielle, you’re a work of art. Your pussy is perfection.”
I clench shaky fingers to the comforter, desperately in need of his writhing body hammering into mine. “Touch me, Damian. Oh, please, touch me.”
“With pleasure, Gabrielle
.” He dives down onto me, tongue hitting its mark, causing me to scream his name in pure ecstasy. I grasp and tug his hair as he makes my body thrash about from his expert tongue’s hasty flicks and swivels on my tender clit. His hands roam up my thighs and hips, feeling and exploring to my waist. My dress gathers as he glides his hands past my swollen breasts. I release his strands and rip off the dress the rest of the way as his fingers skim along my ribcage and breasts, massaging and softly teasing my sensitive nipples.
I thrust my hands back in his thick mane while he rolls his tongue in quick succes
sion, bringing me closer to toe-curling, spine-arching bliss. He removes one hand, sinking two fingers knuckle deep inside me. The sensation of having him everywhere builds me up. My body bows and shakes as I unravel viciously, moaning his name. The currents flow and course over me, through me until all I can do is weakly lie here. My heavy limbs tingle, chest heaving sharply as I gasp urgently for air.
Hunt rises with a sexy smirk and strips himself of his clothes, letting me gawk at his unreal body and thick, rigid cock hanging proudly under its weight.
“Do you like what you see? I love the sight of my sexy as fuck girlfriend sprawled out and ready for me to conquer her moist, tight cunt.”
“You know I love the view.” He comes toward me, prepar
ing to crawl on top. “Wait, stand up. I would like to return the favor.”
He stands back up, and I slide off the bed onto my knees.
“You don’t…”
Before he can argue
I plunge onto him, taking his tip to the back of my throat. I suck greedily on my Huntsicle, using my hand to stroke the remainder that won’t fit. Hunt shoves his hands onto the back of my head, and I clamp my other hand onto his solid ass, pulling him into me.
Hunt
growls out my name with unadulterated desire, “Gabrielle, you’re my cock-sucking goddess.”
I hurry the pace and roll my to
ngue along his shaft as he gently pumps in and out.
“Stop,” he groans. I keep at him, sucking vigorously. “No, babe, stop. I don’t…want to…cum…like this.”
He jerks back, and I let him go.
“Why not?”
“I want to cum fucking you.” He picks me off the floor and tosses me back on the bed. “How do you want me?”
I ogle up at him in confusion.
“Do you want it rough or soft?” he clarifies.
“Damian or Hunt? I choose Hunt.”
He cocks his head to the side. It’s pretty fucking cute.
“What do you mean Damian or Hunt?”
“Damian is my lover, but Hunt is my master.” His head still tilted, he shoots me a sweet grin.
“Hunt it is, Hyde.” He saunters over to
his black duffle bag, extracting a blindfold and the black leather belt with his initials delicately engraved on the buckle. “Would you like me to spank you with this?”
The muscles in my lower abdomen clench
superbly.
“Yes, Mr. Hunt.”
“That’s my girl. Sit up.” I rise, and he ties the blindfold over my eyes, turning day into a pitch-black night. “Lie on your stomach with your ass and legs hanging over the edge, then put your arms out shoulder height. Understand?”
I hear the growl in his voice a
s he commands me and I nod quickly, flipping over and lying on my front. I spread my arms out, preparing for the first blow. I’m suddenly overcome by a stirring sensation. But instead of the harsh snap of the belt, Hunt’s expert hands gently rub and knead my upper back, descending down the spine, electrifying and igniting me deep down in my belly.
He continues to the curve of my rear, where he massages and kisses both cheeks. Then he’s gone
, leaving me wanting more. I don’t know where he is and it makes me anxious. He doesn’t touch me or make a sound. I’m unsure of how much time goes by. I have no sense of it or even myself. I feel something changing in me, a loss of my inhibitions.
Unexpected
ly, I feel the gentle caress of the belt along the crack of my ass and tense at the teasing sensation. He does it again along the back of my calves, the curve of my waist, my inner thigh, and I clench everywhere.
He keeps up the guessing game, grazing the leather against my flesh in random areas, keeping me alert. Every feather light stroke causes me to clamp up tight and let out breathy whimpers. I’ve never been so aware of his presence, every atom of my body focused on him and his agonizing touch.
“Lie your head onto the bed, clutch the comforter, and relax the rest of your body. This will have bite, but I promise to take it easy your first time with an apparatus. If it becomes too much for you, I want you to safeword. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mr. Hunt, I do.”
“Are you ready, Elle?”
“Yes, Mr. Hunt, I am.”
The warning before he commences. “Hold on tight.”
The belt
snaps across my left cheek with a burning nip that makes me whimper, satisfying a frantic urge in me. There’s something about being sightless and helplessly spread out that makes everything more heightened. It snaps across the other cheek with the same swift, sharp thrash. “Again?”
“Please,” I pant.
He repeats on each cheek, the stinging kisses of the leather awakening a desire I never knew I had.
“More,” I growl through clenched teeth.
He moans, cracking it three more times, each slap of the leather causes low groans deep in his throat. My fingers clasp onto the comforter as I bear the swift, smart licks of his belt. My trembling body clenches, winding up tight until one final strike across both cheeks, and I come tumbling down hard.
I’m in a daze when he slams into me to the hilt, and I cry out, “Hunt!”
I moan out as he thrusts into me frantically. His hands cling to my hips keeping me still while he hammers into me voraciously. He slides a hand under my jerking torso, his finger finding my pulsating clit. The sensation is overwhelmingly mindboggling as his hard chest slides up and down my back, his legs entwined with mine.
He pins me down by the nape of my neck, driving in faster. My screams fill
the thick, sex-scented air as I climb higher and higher. His fingers twirl and cock thrashes me into the mattress. The tingling warmth charges up my body until I erupt with multiple mind-melting, body-shaking orgasms. Hunt’s delicious cum pours far inside my core as I quake violently for him.
He pulls out and unmasks me. The bright light of day stings my eyes, causing me to squint in my overawed state. I flip over and rub my eyes. After blinking a few times, they finally adjust, and I realize it
’s overcast out.
“Satisfied, Hyde?”
A huge grin springs across my face stretching from cheek-to-cheek. “No, but that was a great warm-up,” I giggle.
“Good lord, woman. Will you ever get enough?” he asks, returning a knee-weakening smile and arced brow.
“No. Are you complaining, Hunt?
He stands there gloriously naked. I’m still not used to how it makes me ache and yearn for him. He’s simply the most exquisite man from the inside, out.
Mine. All mine.
“Fuck no! I feel the same way.” He crawls onto the bed and lies next to me, draping an arm over my tummy.
“Prove it,” I dare.
“Gladly,” he purrs as he shifts on top of me, and we make love for the rest of the rainy afternoon.
Stranger than Fiction
I
wake still exhausted and sore from our mind-blowing fuck-fest. I stretch and smirk, thinking of how we spent a rain-drenched day, which sounds as if it won’t be letting up anytime soon. I realize it’s dark out now, and I peer at the clock on the nightstand, it’s six fifty.
Damian’s passed out beside
me on his stomach, mouth slack and face peaceful. His soothed, gentle breathes caress my cheek. He’s at ease sleeping. He usually appears tense, almost confined in the wall he constructed around him. I’m going to tear it down and bring him out of his prison.
He stirs and tension floods back to his beautiful mug. He
begins to mumble, slurred noises at first but gradually becoming clearer.
“No. Why? Don’t leave me…No! Wake up. Please, wake up.” He begins to wriggle and stiffen as he fights his nightmare. “Please, don’t go! We need you!”
I turn on a light and shake his upper arm. “Damian.” He doesn’t wake. “Damian, wake up.”
He begins to thrash his arms fiercely, and I move to the edge of the bed.
“Don’t touch me, you sick son of a bitch!” he shouts with a growl.
“DAMIAN, WAKE THE FUCK UP!” I cry, and he shoots up scanning the room until he finds me kneeling at the other edge of the mattress.
“What’s wrong? What happened, baby?” he inquires, panting and alarmed.
“You…You were having a nightmare. You were yelling and flailing about.”
“I was? I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t frighten you.” He plants his hands over his face and rubs the sleep out of his eyes.
“You did, but you
shouldn’t apologize for it. Are
you
alright?” I crawl back to him and rub his damp back. His flesh glistens with sweat. He runs his shaky hands through his hair.
“Yeah. Did I say anything?” I hesitate. “Gabrielle, did I?”
“Yes. However, not enough for me to fully understand what it was about. I know it involved your parents, the fear of being left behind.”
“Ok. That’s not too bad.” He relaxes.
“Would it be bad if you had said more?”
“Yes.
The disturbing details regarding my parents, my uncle’s abusive behavior, my sexual conquests. I’m terrified of you discovering them and viewing me differently because of it. I couldn’t handle that.”
“
You’ve little faith in me. What if I did see you for who you really are? I wouldn’t see you as a lesser person or man. I would never condemn you for your parent’s death or what your uncle did and neither should you. You didn’t ask for those things to happen to you. I wish you would trust me, us more. You seem to forget I need you as much, maybe more, than you need me.”
“How could you say that? I need you more than I could ever express.
There are no words to describe what I feel or how abysmal. Love pales in comparison to the emotion I hold for you. It doesn’t convey what you mean to me, what you do to me. I would cease to be if you left me. I love you so much I could collapse under its powerful force.”
“God I love you, Damian.”
He snatches me up into his lap and kisses me so hard my lips sting. I shove my arms around his waist, remembering to avoid his neck, and kiss him with the same vigor. I part his lips with my tongue and lick around the slight opening. He moans and seizes my tongue with his lips, gently suckling on it. We part, panting and hungry. “Promise you’ll attempt not to doubt my loyalty to you.”
“I’ll try. I promise.”
“Good. Now, what are the plans, slick?”
He appears sated, happy even. “Would you like to go on a date with me?” He gazes at me intently, with a youthful smirk gracing his perfect lips.
“I would love to go on a date with you.”
“Excellent. I’ve never gone on a date before. Not like this anyway.”
“You haven’t?”
“No, I didn’t take out the others on dates. Occasionally, to
a business function or charity I didn’t want to attend alone. I had to take them.”
“You treated them different than you do me. I want to know more about that, what it was like.”
“Exactly, what I was afraid of. I wasn’t good to them, and I don’t want you to see me that way. I’ll tell you because you’ve the right to know whom your sleeping and living with. But not tonight. Tonight the past doesn’t exist, only the present and us. How does that sound, angel?”
I slope in to kiss his shoulder and slide my fingers through his hair. He closes his
eyelids and hums as I gently scratch my nails over his scalp. “I think it sounds like a pretty lie.”
“We should get ready. I want to
take you to a wonderful place my friend introduced to me. The food and service is impeccable. We went after a meeting one trip, and I go every time I’m in town.”
“Is this the person you have the appointment with? Are they female?”
“Yes and no. You’ve nothing to fear. He’s considered a very good-looking man, but he’s not my type.”
I giggle.
“Is he wealthy like you?”
“Yes. We share many commonalities, money’s one.”
“What other common interests do you share?”
For a second
I would swear he blushes.
“I’ll tell you later. Let’s get ready. I’m starving after the afternoon workout.”
I
pick out a black knee-length sheath dress with white pumps and white trench coat. I leave my bone straight hair down and opt for a cat eye with nude glossy lips. I’m applying the final touches of my make-up when Hunt appears in the doorway wearing a black suit, white dress shirt open at the collar, and square-toed, leather dress shoes. He’s peering at me from under hooded eyes, enraptured.
“You look stunning as always, Hyde.”
“Thank you. You clean up quite nicely yourself, Hunt.” I stare at his reflection as he saunters behind me.
“I acquired something for you, and I don’t want you to gripe about it.”
“When have I ever griped about anything?” I shoot him my innocent face and he chuckles.
“Close your eyes and turn to me.”
I shut my eyes and do a one-eighty. I hear a loud snap, and it startles me, causing my body to jolt at the curiously erotic sound. I hear him chortle, and I shoot a you-ass look in his direction with my eyes still clamped tight. He scoops my left hand into his so we’re palm to palm and pinches my ring finger between his. I feel the small, metal band glide onto my finger, and I tense, face scrunching up.
“Open,” he commands gently, clenching onto my hand. I shake my head rapidly, with my eyes and mouth clamped shut like a child refusing to take foul tasting medicine. “Damn it, Gabrielle. Open your eyes.”
They cautiously flutter open and glimpse down at the finger adorned with a breathtaking black and white diamond ring in the shape of Hunt’s leather belt. The same belt I’ve become very fond of as of late.
“It’s…it’s…” I want to tell him it’s
too much, and I can’t accept it. But I know that would hurt him. “Thank you. I love it so much.” I beam up at him, and he returns the joyous expression, culling me into his arms. I cradle my arms around his waist and lean in for a kiss, which he gives eagerly, leaving me feeling weak and needy.
“I’m so pleased you love it. It’s no
t what you think. However, it is a symbol of my love for you and the unique
bond
we share.”
“You’ve collared me.”
He stares at me with trepidation.
“Yes. Are you upset?”
“No. I’m yours. I’ll wear it proudly.”
“I
yearnso much to please you
.
You’re everything. My forever, Gabrielle.”
“Your sweet words are one of the greatest gifts. You make me feel loved and wanton with just a few heartfelt words.”
He clings on securely, smashing his hard muscles against my soft curves, and continues, “I’m already looking forward to getting you back here and mercilessly fucking youuntil you’re fully gratified
…B
efore we continue our bedroom escapades, there are a few points I wish to discuss and clarify with you over dinner. Truthfully, we should’ve had this conversation already, but I’ve been enjoying being wrapped up in you.”
“You’re referring to soft and hard limits,” I murmur, head down and cheeks flush. I sense him watching me.
“Yes, amongst other things.” He pauses a moment with an aggrieved expression. “Have I done anything you were uncomfortable with?”
“No. Everything’s been beyond what I imagined it could be. It’s giving me control over myself and confidence in my capacity to please you.”
He tips my face up to his, which has a huge grin.
“I am elated to hear you benefit from this. I don’t want you to feel it’s tearing you down. I’m going to open you up to many pleasurable experiences, but we need to figure out what works for us first. I’ve only been testing your limits for pain and pleasure. You haven’t seen anything yet.”
W
e sit quietly in the backseat, rubbing at each other’s thighs, his hand creeping up and gathering the skirt of my dress. Liam’s eyes are focused firmly on the road, but he would hear any whimper I make.
Damian punches an option into the touchscreen on the back of the front passenger
seat. Florence and the Machine come on, doing a carnal cover of ‘Addicted to Love’. Florence goes to work creating a steamy hot atmosphere, singing about the familiar and delicious symptoms of being addicted to Hunt. If I didn’t know any better, I would swear she was singing for us. I hear his message for me loud and clear.
His hand never stops its ascent up my thigh, fina
lly arriving at my lace panties and maneuvering them to the side. He spreads open my shaky legs, exposing me to him. The darkness of the night protects me from any unwanted eyes sneaking a preview of my goodies.
Hunt’s finger glides down wet lips, easing me open and sliding the tip just below the surface, causing me to bite onto my lower lip to silence the moans trying to escape. He enters a little further, his finger skimming the knot of nerves, and my hand flies at his thigh, clamping
down on. His intense emerald eyes bore into me, watching my body react to his mastered touch.
“I love watching you spasm from even the slightest graze of my finger,” he whispers in my ear.
He finally ceases his enticing tease, making sweet contact with my sensitive clit. My head jolts back, and my toes curl in their heels. His strong fingers delicately twirl, zapping surges of overwhelming pleasure throughout my twitching body. I glance at his dark eyes stuck on me as I writhe and coil from the quickening tempo. My pulse races, breathing stressed. I chew at my lip to mute the growing whimpers. I’m so damn close to falling over the edge. I can taste it.
“We’ve arrived, Mr. Hunt.”
Liam’s voice startles me.
Hunt rips his hand away and yanks down my dress.
“Thank you,” he replies coldly.
I’m panting, wide-eyed, trying to gather myself while Hunt remains collected, cool as a cucumber. He sucks me off his finger, which only builds my wanting. He avoids eye contact with me and exits the car without a word.
He opens my door and extends a hand to guide me out. He almost seems to look through me as he helps me exit, back behind his wall. There’s an instant tension
.
I’m the one left wet and wanting. I should be upset, not him.
I admire the restaurant’s modern exterior with medium hued woods and wide, flat stone pillars. It sits atop a hill overlooking Lake Union and parts of the Seattle area. We enter through the all glass front doors, greeted by a stone divider with a fireplace. The hostess welcomes us to Canlis and seems to recognize Damian because she doesn’t hesitate and promptly escorts us.
The front vestibule is one-story, but the main space is two
heading toward the back. Three/fourths of the main dining area is encompassed by floor to ceiling glass walls. The restaurant is sleek and contemporary with a slight Asian influence.
She leads us to a private room with a spectacular view overlooking the lake and city lights. The color palette is black, white, and grays, giving it a contemporary elegance. There’s a black couch, fireplace, and table for two decked out with white orchids and tea candles. It’s very heartwarming, romantic, and being completely ruined by Mr. Mood Swing.
When we’re seated and alone, I skim my menu putting my focus on anything besides my aroused, annoyed state. After a few long moments, Hunt finally speaks, and I feel a sense of relief flood me as he acknowledges my presence for the first time since the backseat debacle. However, he still sounds apprehensive, distant even.
“I’m sorry I lost control and exposed you publicly.”
My eyes spring to his, which are reserved and glued to me.
“Lost control? You seem very self-contained to me,” I snap sardonically. “The public indecency doesn’t bother me. I was enjoying it immensely. If you apologize for anything, it should be for not finishing what you started.”