Shield's Submissive (9 page)

“Are you still suffering?”

“Keep that up, and I will be.”

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He placed his hand around hers and thrust up. Erica felt him getting harder by the second and licked her lips. She flipped up the centre console.

“Now that would be a shame, wouldn’t it? Why don’t you come over here and see what we can do to fix that?”

Mark scooted over so they wouldn’t have to manoeuvre around the steering wheel. She unsnapped his buttons on his jeans, appreciating the button fly. She gave him a little smile when she noticed he was once again sans underwear.

“What? I hate the things. They make me feel like my cock is being strangled. I never wear anything under jeans. The only concession I make is when I wear a suit. I usually have boxer briefs on then.”

She groaned. Now that she knew what he wore under those stunning suits at the office, she was never going to get any work done. Reaching inside, she freed his heavy cock from the tight confines of his pants. He lifted his hips so she could pull the jeans down underneath his balls so his entire package was on brilliant display. Last night, she’d thought she’d gotten a good sense of Mark’s size, but seeing the thick, dark-red stalk jutting up into the afternoon light was a sight to behold. It was thick enough that her fingers couldn’t touch as she grasped him and so long that there was still inches to wrap her lips around despite holding the burning hot column in both hands. Thick veins pulsed with blood. The flared head glistened with pre-cum, eager for attention. Leaning forward, she opened her mouth wide and pushed the tip past her lips, onto her tongue and towards the back of her throat.

“Oh Erica…that’s so good. Heaven can’t be any better than your sweet, hot mouth swallowing me whole.”

She caressed his length with her tongue, wriggling it against the ultra-sensitive flesh just beneath the head. His thighs tightened beneath her hands, his abdomen flexing with a convulsive shudder.

“Suck me deeper, baby. Just a little harder.”

She moved her head back and forth, pulling him deep and massaging the head with the back of her throat. His fingers threaded through her hair and held her head as she bobbed.

His length filled her mouth, and his hips shifted trying to push deeper into her throat.

“Baby, you’re making me lose my mind. I’m going to come. I’ve been craving you all day. I can’t wait much longer.”

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His hips moved faster, fucking past her lips to sink into her mouth. Erica tightened on him, suckling harder, drawing him deeper while using her hands to stroke the portion not in her mouth. A second later, deep, hard jets of semen pulsed from the head of his cock.

“Oh God! So good. So perfect.”

Erica continued to pump the base of his hard flesh, drawing out his pleasure as she swallowed every drop of the earthy fluid. When his tremors subsided, she pulled away.

While Mark adjusted his pants, she looked up to find that the storm had passed.

“I have no idea what I did to deserve that, but thank you,” he said.

“You’re not the only one who’s stored up fantasies this past year. I thought it only fair to live out one of my simpler ones.”

“If that was a simple one, I’d love to see what else you’ve come up with.”

“Are you sure? I may not have led a very active sex life, but there is nothing wrong with my imagination, and I’ve gotten plenty of ideas from the books I read.”

“What kind of books, sweetheart? Do you like to read romance novels? The ones my sister-in-law reads have never seemed too risqué.”

“I started out with the basics when I was about fifteen, but by the time I was in college, I’d moved on steamier novels. In the last five years, I started reading erotica.”

He swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling very thick. He’d thought his actions the previous night could have potentially scared her off, but the thought that she would be open to the possibility of experiencing the darker side of sex sent a pulse of pleasure through his body.

“You read erotica?”

“Yes. Does that bother you?”

“God, no. Would it bother you to know that I do the same?”

“Really? You’re the first man I’ve ever heard admit that out loud.”

Mark shrugged “It’s moderately acceptable for guys to read Playboy or Penthouse, why not erotic novels? Billions of dollars a year are spent on materials and items to enhance the sex lives of adults worldwide. I like reading because I can use my imagination. You can take what the author writes and place yourself in the story or use the framework to make your own fantasy.”

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Erica was impressed by Mark’s candour. “What authors do you like? Maybe we can compare titles.”

Mark was about to answer her when another car pulled into the parking lot. “Hold that thought. I’m getting us out of here and back to the house as quickly as possible before you make me lose my mind again.”

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The front door had barely closed when Mark swung Erica up into his arms and swept her up the stairs in a very Rhett Butler fashion.

“What are you doing?” she laughed.

He headed for the bathroom in the master suite. “I warned you what would happen when we got home. You had your fun in the parking lot, and now, it’s my turn.” He placed her on the ledge of the bathtub.

“Well, my oh my, Mr. Shield. Whatever will you do to me?”

He laughed at her dramatic southern accent.

“First, I’m planning on getting you properly steamed up in the shower, then I’m going to lick and finger that hot little pussy of yours before I fuck you up against the wall.

Afterwards, I figured we’d eat some lunch, maybe watch a movie, then make out on the sofa.

This evening’s entertainment will consist of dinner, maybe a board game and finally we can retire to the bedroom to see just how many times I can make you come before we both pass out.”

“Holy shit!”

He stood still as a statue. While he’d been adjusting the temperature and angle of the multi-jet shower, she had stripped naked and was standing with her hands propped on her hips. She sauntered into the large shower, and he stood mesmerised as she arched her head back under the spray and let the water wash over her curves.

“Are you coming?” she called from within the enclosure.

He moved at warp speed, stripping out of his clothes and yanking open the door. He pulled her into his arms. Placing his back against the tiled wall, he kissed her. He slanted his lips across hers, smoothly thrusting his tongue as he demanded ownership of her mouth.

This time there would be no seduction, only a claiming of what was his.

Erica loved feeling Mark’s power wash over her, heightening her own arousal. His wet skin sliding against hers and the heat radiating off his body made her breath escape in an SHIELD’S SUBMISSIVE

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excited rush. Every fibre of her body tightened in anticipation. A slow burning ache started at her centre and fanned throughout her body. Her fingertips were so sensitive that every touch of his skin made her tingle.

His arms slipped around her waist and brought her tight into him. His powerful chest mashed her breasts, his arms iron bands around her. His fully aroused cock pressed against her belly. His tongue thrust deep and danced along hers. She shivered as his hands slipped down to cup her butt, and he rocked his hips into hers. He cupped her breast, his fingers rolling her tight nipple. A gush of moisture, not from the shower, spilled from her already slick folds. He broke the kiss and buried his lips in her neck then nibbled on her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin.

“I can’t begin to explain the things you do to me. I want to touch and taste you everywhere at once. I want to fuck you so hard and so deep that you’ll always have the feel of my cock inside you,” he growled hoarsely.

His fingers slipped through her slick labia. Coaxing the folds apart, he rubbed against her clit. His lips took possession of her breast as two fingers thrust high inside her. In and out he moved, massaging the nerves at the top.

She wanted to come right then but knew he’d push her and make her beg for her release. She rode his hand, shifting her hips and forcing his fingers to take her higher. She knew she must be flooding his hand, hot, syrupy liquid pouring from her like water from the showerhead. His thumb stroked her clit back and forth like a pendulum, his nail delicately scraping over the bundle of nerves and making her cry out at the sharp sensation. Her womb tightened, and fire raced through her body. His lips continued to nip at one breast then the other. He tugged with just enough pressure that it blurred the line between pleasure and pain. Her climax swept over her, making her scream out and shudder against him.

Quickly, he dropped to his knees in front of her and separated her pussy wide. He licked the syrup flooding her lips and buried his nose in the sopping folds.

“I want to watch. Let me watch your cunt when you come.”

He used his thumbs to hold her open as another orgasm overtook her.

“My God, that’s gorgeous. I can see the cream flooding out of your body, your tight little opening flushed red, pulsing and trying to suck me back inside.”

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He pushed his tongue up the opening and groaned out, “There you go, baby. Pull me in. Let me feel you vibrate around my tongue.”

Knowing his eyes were on her very centre as she came only increased the intensity of her release. As swiftly as he’d knelt, he stood. Switching their positions so she was braced against the wall, he cupped her bottom and lifted her up.

“Put your legs around me. I can’t wait any longer. I have to be inside you.”

Erica wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck. With one incredibly hard thrust, he was seated to the hilt inside her still quivering pussy. The force of the thrust made her cry out. He was relentless with his possession. No soft gentle glides. This was all about hunger and the intensity that bound them together. Erica felt every thick inch of his cock as he withdrew almost all the way out before driving forward again. The pace was fast but smooth.

“You’re burning me alive, sweetheart. My God, I’ve never felt anything like your hot wet cunt wrapped around my dick. The way you take me is exquisite torture.”

His hips moved with the powerful flex of his muscles as he fucked her. “Can you feel how my cock is stretching you? Do you want more? Do you want to feel it burn?”

She screamed out, “Yes! More! Oh God, don’t stop.”

He continued to thrust into her, hard, fast. She felt the heavy veins rasp over her sensitive nerve endings and cried out at the intense sensations screaming through her body.

“More, harder,” she gasped as he surged inside her again.

“You want more? I’ll give you more.” His voice was harsh as he slammed inside her again.

Pleasure and pain blended in a force that sent tension exploding through her body. She screamed his name as another forceful orgasm ripped through her. Seconds later, Mark’s body tensed, a blistering oath escaped his lips as blasts of semen shot into her heaving depths.

They stood still, Mark still bracing her against the wall. Their breathing slowly came back to normal. Slowly, he lowered her to her feet. She wobbled and almost collapsed to the floor, but he caught her and angled them so he sat on the built-in bench with her cradled in SHIELD’S SUBMISSIVE

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his lap. The shower still ran, and steam filled up the enclosure. Tucking her close into his chest, he slowly rocked her.

That had been the most intense sex of his life. Even after the roughest scene he’d been involved in, he’d never felt this emotionally raw and vulnerable. Then again, during a scene he was the Dom. His job was to maintain control. There is no room for vulnerability. He’d always thought in order to completely enjoy sex that control was necessary, but maybe he’d just needed the right person. There was no denying he still wanted to dominate Erica, but maybe it wasn’t vital to the success of their relationship.

He could only imagine how she must have been feeling. Soothing her in his arms seemed like the right thing to do. Leaning over, he gave her the most tender of kisses and tried to convey the emotions he was too scared to voice. He grabbed the shampoo bottle on the shelf next to them and slowly started massaging the lather into her hair. As he tilted her head to rinse out the soap, he thought he saw tears tracking down her cheeks. Sudden panic tightened his chest.

“What’s wrong, baby? Did I hurt you?”

He worried that he’d finally pushed his luck too far. Had he forced her beyond her endurance? He didn’t notice the noise of the water from the shower. It seemed like a cone of silence surrounded them. He looked for more signs of distress, but no shudders racked her body.

“Sweetheart? Talk to me. Please.”

She buried her face in his shoulder. He rubbed her back in soothing motions, holding her head tight into his neck.

“Oh God, honey, you’re killing me here. Please say something. Curse me out. Hit me.

Anything but these silent tears”

Erica finally raised her head and peered into his tormented eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall apart. I just felt so intense and out of control.”

He looked like she had just told him someone had died.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I won’t be so rough ever again.”

“Oh no. It’s not a bad thing. I just felt a little overwhelmed for a minute.”

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He leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss on each eyelid. “I know what you mean. I’m still trying to recover myself.”

She slid off his lap and reached for the conditioner as Mark soaped her body using the lightly scented shower gel. They rinsed her off then Erica took her turn shampooing his hair and soaping him down. Just as he was rinsing off, the water turned ice cold. They both yelped and jumped out of the shower, laughing.