Authors: Lena Black
He licks rapidly and rolls his finger in me to the knuckle. The current I know well rises, builds, surges fo
rward, pushing me over the edge, and I growl out his name as my hands clench tight, and my toes curl. The restraints strain against my wrists and ankles while my arms and legs spasm with pleasure, and I let out a deafening moan, going limp across the bench.
He comes near aga
in, pressing his muscular thighs into mine, and scoops his arms around my weak torso. He lifts me to him, towing his hips back and plowing himself into me, ruthlessly driving me onto him. His fingers clasp to my waist and shoulder, smashing his solid, wide chest against the soft flesh of my back. My head rolls back against him as I allow the pleasure to take me, push me closer to careening over the edge of the sweet abyss.
Our pace is hurried, frantic. The sound of skin slapping and breathy moans advances us. Our bodies glisten wit
h a mist of sweat, and quake until one last deep thrust causes us to come savagely together. Hunt’s calming, liquid orgasm quietly spills far inside me, his grip cradling me closer as tremors take over my moaning, limp form. The tenderness is comforting, and I relax in his arms, spent and ridiculously satisfied.
I
can’t remember him releasing me or taking me to the bed to snuggle with him. When I come to, he’s spooning me with an arm and leg draped over me, his breathing is even and steady. I peer at the clock, it’s only nine p.m., and I’m wide-awake. Damian stirs, bringing me closer into him and burrows his face in my hair.
“You smell like coconut.” We play footsy under the sheets, and he kisses my ear.
“You feel wonderful against me,” I purr.
“I couldn’t
agree more. You were incredible as always. I hope I didn’t hurt you. I got a bit carried away.”
His breath hits my ear, causing my back to arc and sore ass to grind into his heavy length. The sensation is both arousing and agonizing, and I lightly whimper into my pillow.
“I’m definitely going to feel achy the next few days. At least when I sit or walk or think of moving. But I like feeling you after the act. I wouldn’t mind if you lost control…”
“You don’t understand what you’re saying. I could seriously hurt you. I’m ca
pable of it. I have to control myself with you.”
I turn to face him.
“Everyone is capable of hurting someone one way or another. What is it you’re fighting to control? Besides me.” I smirk.
“My obsession with you, urges to
dominate and fuck you senseless. I’ve never felt the irresistible desire to bring anyone into total submission, except you. After you told me your story, I was ashamed of my wants…I’m petrified to show you who I really am.”
I can comprehend his fear, but I know he would never harm me the way Nic
holas had.
“Is he the reason you haven’t ‘unleashed’ yourself on me? You shouldn’t be embarrassed of your urges. I don’t know why you fight it. I wouldn’t try to stop you.”
His eyes are wide, a confused/shocked expression on his lovely face, then he sighs. “I haven’t unleashed myself on you because I can’t degrade you like the others. You deserve more. The story made me realize I was a monster for yearning it.”
“You’re not a monster. Murderers, rapists, and abusers are monsters. You just like to play rough.” I sigh. “How would you degrade me?”
“For example, when I said I want you naked all the time, I meant it. If I had complete say, I would expect you to obey my rules whether in the privacy of our home or in public. I would dominate you fully, Gabrielle.”
There’s a part of me intrigued by the idea of him
controlling me, but I know I could never give up the right to make my own choices. I could never give into him that way.
“I wouldn’t want you to possess so much power over my life, but we could have naked Saturdays, and we can spend the day in our birthday suits. Maybe even a weeknight or two.” I smile at him.
“I’d like that.”
“Tell me what you had the subs perform.”
He’s quiet for a few moments and then finally speaks in a low voice, “They were naked at all times in the apartment. They had no say in what I choose to do to them, but with guidelines discussed previously, there was a mutual understanding. Many choose to relinquish absolute control to me.”
“What types of…acts would they request of you?”
“One slave enjoyed being on all fours in a collar and leash while I whipped her, one who liked me to choke her during sex, another who asked to be debased. I’ve done far worse, but I would really rather not go there. I don’t like discussing them with you.”
I’m jealous of his girls, but I’m curious, too, and I want to know who he was before me. I realize he’s different with everyone else, but I want to uncover how obscure he can be. I’m not going to nag him about it. I’ll wait until he’s ready t
o open up like a flower in spring.
“Ok. How about me? W
hat would you do if you could dominate me?”
“If I had control of you
but not myself, I’d whip your ass violently. You wouldn’t be able to sit for a week. I would fuck you viciously, you wouldn’t move without remembering I was there and you belong to me.”
He slips his hand below the sheets and cups my exposed sex, sliding the length of his middle finger along the instantly soaked lips. “This belon
gs to me, only me. I own you, body, mind, and soul.”
He softly growls in my ear
then nibbles on the hypersensitive lobe. I approvingly moan and clench his solid thigh.
“What else?” I whimper.
“I would command you to do what I desire,” he murmurs as he nips at my ear. “When I desire it.” He sucks on the lobe, and I writhe. “How I desire it.” He traces his tongue along the rim. “Whether sexual or ordinary.”
His words swirl in my head while his hand skillfully torments and lips gently entice. I’m drunk on him, his desires. I knead his thigh, moving closer to my new best friend.
“What I do isn’t entirely beatings, tie-ups, and sex. It’s about control of another human being and yourself. It’s about exploring yourself, your darkest fantasies and wildest desires.”
“I want it. I want you to dominate me, but I can’t give into you completely. I will not give up the right to choose for myself. However, I’m open to being your submissive to the best of my abilities. Our time will be yours to do as you see fit, but I get time for me. I won’t be your submissive twenty-four/seven.”
“I wouldn’t ask that of you. I’m happy as we are. It’s enough for me. I don’t want you giving me control outside of fucking and the occasional situations I deem perilous. I don’t want this to be like all the other relationships. I love that you have an opinion and fight me if you feel I’m being unjust. I love that you stand toe to toe with me and don’t allow your intimidation of me to overtake you. I love that you’re a strong, independent woman who wants me for me, not what I can do for you or give you. I love you and everything you are.”
“I love you, too, Damian, scars and
all. I even love dominating Mr. Hunt. I want him as much as I want you…Last night at dinner, when you were talking about your slaves, your high expectations for them, I was jealous. I felt like they were giving you something I wasn’t.” He gives me the stunned look again. “Seriously, stop looking shocked by everything I desire from you. I don’t think I say or do anything shock-worthy.”
“You’re wrong about them and yourself. You give me what they never could. You’re more than they could ever be…You never do what I expect. It’s exciting and surprising, whether it’s your willingness in the bedroom or jumping on a plane and leaving me in Seattle stunned, furious, and hurt. You stupefy me constantly.”
He begins to flick my throbbing clit, and there’s a knock on the door.
“
Ellie?”
I groan and jump out of bed, throwing on a robe en route to the door, swinging it open wide. I find
Maya wide-eyed, practically drooling. She stands there awkwardly quiet, with a bashful grin stretched across her rosy face. She turns a deeper shade and her grin broadens when she catches sight of Damian. He’s still lying in bed, arms folded behind his head, casually lounging against the headboard. The muscles in his arms are accentuated by their positioning. I hear Maya let out a soft whimper of approval.
“Yes?” I ask with a slight to
ne, jealous for an instant by my sisters shameless gawking. “Did you need something?”
She breaks her focus away from my man, slowly regaining her wits.
“Um…uh…You have a phone call.”
She hands me my cell, and I lift it to my ear.
“Hello?”
“Hey, kid.”
Chase’s calm, deep voice comes through the receiver.
“Hey!” I say, a little too overzealous. “I miss you. I feel like I haven’t see you in weeks.”
“Me, too, kid. How have you been?”
“Great! You?”
“Swell.”
I look over at Hunt, and he’s giving me a curious gaze. I mouth
Chase’s name, and he curls his upper lip into a disapproving snarl.
“Down boy,” I whisper, with my hand over the
mouthpiece.
“I’m fine,” he mutters.
“Chase, hold on a sec. I’m going into the other room.” I walk into the living room and over to the large arched window with the sparkling view.
“What’s up?”
“I was calling to invite you out tomorrow night to celebrate your big promotion, and since Maya is home, we can kill two birds with one stone.”
“Oh, that would be great.
Maya would love it. What time do you want to pick us up?”
“I was thinking sevenish.”
“Ok. I’ll let her know.”
“Awesome…Do you need a lift to work tomorrow?”
“No. Hunt is spending the night and driving me in the morning. He wants to take me on my first day.”
“Well, isn’t that thoughtful…I guess I’ll see you at work. It sounds like I’m going to be the one to show you the ropes.”
“That’s a relief. I’m nervous, but having you around should calm me.”
“See ya tomorrow, kid. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“Yeah? What would that be exactly?” I retort.
He laughs out, “Bye.”
“Bye.” I giggle and hang up, shaking my grin bearing head. I’m startled by Hunt’s voice directly behind me.
“What did the fucker want?”
I freeze at his icy cold tone. I spin around to find him red faced, arms crossed firmly over his chest, standing by the hallway.
“He wanted to check up on me and make sure I was ok. He also invited
Maya and I out to celebrate her return and my promotion.”
“He doesn’t need to worry or protect you anymore. That’s my job. He’s relieved of his duties.”
“Chase is not your employ…You can’t dismiss him like that.”
“The hell I can’t…He only invited you out to make me jealous. He knows I’ll love that.”
“Damian, you’re being ridiculous. He’s just taking us out to celebrate. It’s not unheard of…Why would he want to make you jealous? He has no reason to do so.”
“There’s one reason,
and it’s the only one he needs, Gabrielle.”
I’m really starting to get annoyed.
“You’re fucking incorrigible.”
“Perhaps I am, but you’re blind.”
I loudly groan and stomp past him, babbling to myself. I march into the bedroom and throw myself face down on the bed. I hear him enter, open and close a dresser drawer, and take a seat on the bench. It gently creaks and pops under his weight. I glimpse over at him, and he’s hunched over, shoving a worn-out, black work boot on. He stands without lacing them.
“What are you doing?” I inquire, panicked,
my heart drumming a quick beat.
“I’m leaving,” His response is glib.
“Why?” The panic causes my voice to crack.
“You don’t appear to want me here. Why would I stay?”
“I want you here. I needed a minute to think before it got bad.”
He stands tensely in front o
f me with a black tee in his fisted hand and his torso still gloriously exposed. I notice how damn good he looks in his low hanging jeans and worn-out boots untied.
Holy shit, he’s gorgeous. Jaw dropping, fall on your ass, gorgeous.
“I think I should go.”
“I think we should stay and take a shower.” I rise onto my hands and knees. “Or you can drop the shirt and come teach me a lesson. I’m really digging the half-naked construction worker getup.”
He relaxes and laughs.
“We’re forgetting the fight
?”
“Is it
going anywhere? I understand you’re upset, but why ruin what’s been a wonderful evening with pointless arguing. Instead, we could be in each other’s arms.”
“You’re very reasonable and quite right. I would love to play pervert construction worke
r, but I’d prefer we take a nice, long shower then make love until you fall asleep in my arms.”