Authors: Tacie Graves
Tags: #Romance, #Erotica, #short story, #collection
He traced gentle patterns up the outsides of her legs and over her hips. He gently dragged his nails across the tender skin where her legs joined her torso. He grazed his knuckles feather light across her hidden clit, smiling in the darkness at the gasp that she could not control.
“Spread your legs for me, Pet,” he commanded quietly.
It took all of her control to follow his order, flushing hotly as her dripping pussy was exposed to his dark gaze. He dragged his fingertips across her swollen lips, spreading them slightly as he progressed more intimately. He dipped one finger into the soaking darkness, and then another, dancing lightly across her sensitive flesh until the muscles in her thighs quivered with her need.
Without warning, he slid higher and gave her clit a gentle pinch and Darcy bucked beneath his hands, a mewling sound echoing through the room as she spun higher and higher into the vortex of sensation Donovan was causing.
“Are you going to come for me, Darcy?” he asked quietly in the dark and she begged him, intrinsically knowing that he would grant that pleasure if he thought she deserved it.
“Please, Donovan.” She breathed.
She let out a moan when she felt his fingers thrust inside her, roughly, harshly, again and again. His calloused skin produced a lush sense of pain just on the right side of pleasure, and her hips bucked off the mattress to meet his hand trying to assuage her growing arousal.
“Ask me for it, Darcy,” he said softly bringing her attention to him again.
“I need to come. Let me come,” she gasped out.
“Try again, Darcy. I’m sure you can find the right words if you try,” he said into her ear.
Darcy growled low in her throat. “Please, Donovan. I’ll follow orders, just let me come. Please. Please.
Please
.”
“ That will do this time, Darcy. Now… come for me.” With his words, he twisted his fingers until he hit that secret spot and Darcy shuddered uncontrollably, sparks shattering in the darkness behind her eyes. Tremors coursed through her body as her climax pounded through her, and her pussy clamped down on the fingers Donovan was burying inside her.
There was a sudden weight, and she shifted to accommodate Donovan’s newly naked body, holding him between her trembling legs, the pressure of his body against her rekindling the fires so recently banked by her shattering climax. His hands gripped hers and she felt his breath hot on her face as he kissed her neck, and nibbled her shoulder, murmuring sweetly that her pleasure was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
At first, she heard his voice as from a distance, clawing through the fabric clouding her senses—the words so unlikely she thought she might be hallucinating. But, as his body covered hers, his cock sliding into her still spasming pussy, she realized the truth of it—the necessity of it—and listening overwhelmed all her other needs.
“
Anam Cara… my darlin’ Darcy
… As long as you keep your promises, and you follow orders just like the others on the team, you have nothing to fear. I will not leave you. I will not hurt you. I will never lie to you, and I will
always
love you.”
Donovan rose on his elbows, quickening his pace, his cock sliding slickly in and out of her. He tilted his hips as he stroked, and she moaned as he managed to touch places she’d only dreamed about.
“My world is a dangerous place, and I am a dangerous man. But you? You are the most dangerous of all.”
Donovan lowered his head to her breasts and tugged a nipple as he continued his assault on her body, rocking her higher and higher up the slopes of her pleasure until she could see the peak glimmering in the darkness.
“You have to understand—I have to make you understand—I need to be able to trust you, to believe your promises. Not so that I can trust you with my heart. No—you already have that! But so that I can trust you with
YOU
.”
Donovan’s pace was becoming frantic as he plunged his cock in and out of her pussy, and she could feel the seams of the universe slowly beginning to unravel as she basked in the glory of his words and the power of his body.
“I will let
no one
take you from me,” he groaned into her ear. “
No one
! Not even you! You don’t have to love me, you don’t have to like me, but I
will not
lose you.”
Darcy began to keen as another orgasm shattered her existence, her pussy clenching madly around Donovan’s cock, milking it, demanding his release, and she cried out to him.
“Yours! Always!
Never
leave, never break my promise again, can’t lose you—you’re
everything
!” She gasped feverishly, hoping against hope that she had made enough amends that he would understand—would forgive. She understood his fear—she felt the same—she couldn’t lose him, she felt she would die if she did.
For a moment, the world stopped. Donovan couldn’t believe his ears. His fears of having lost her had driven him mad, and he had pushed her further and harder than he had ever dreamed of before, and it had led him to this. Paradise. He felt his cock harden, his balls tighten as his climax dragged itself from his control, flooding into her, bathing her in his essence. He felt her muscles as they spurred him on, his orgasm joining hers until they both collapsed in a sweaty pile of rubbery limbs on her bed.
“I love you,” she whispered hoarsely, her voice ragged from screaming her pleasure, “I never realized how important following orders could be.”
“There is no power in the order, Pet—only care. The power is in the following. You have always had all the power.” He murmured softly, stroking her damp hair back from her face as she dropped into an exhausted sleep. He dropped a soft kiss on her brow and made a promise in the darkness, “And always will.”
About The Author:
Tacie Graves isn’t schizophrenic; she just writes what the voices in her head tell her to. Living in the middle of the Midwest with her husband and two children, her days are spent in a whirlwind of activities that always somehow lead back to her writing desk and the sexy stories that come alive there (which can be difficult sometimes when she has to explain why she’s looking at the pool guy just
so
.) She writes erotica for every woman because we can all use a little extra spice in our lives sometimes. Oh, and because the voices told her to.
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