His Tempting Love

by Anya Summers

  Her shorts got caught on the top of her boots. Mentally, she berated herself. Way to go. As if he didn’t think you were enough of a spaz already, this should do the trick. She bent to remove her boots.

  “Leave the boots on. They’re sexy as fuck,” Garrett commanded.

  Cora glanced up at him and the ravenous, carnal guise he wore caused any remaining resistance inside her to melt away. She yearned for his hunger, to feel his lust and let it take her away, even if only for a little while.

  “All right,” she replied. With care, she removed the shorts from about her ankles. It was much harder to do with the boots still on but she managed. She rose and her hands went to her itty-bitty black lace thong.

  “Leave it. I’ll remove it… with my teeth,” Garrett murmured from behind her and she shivered.

  “Okay.”

  “Any hard limits I should know about?” Garrett asked as his hands cupped her breasts and he pressed his full hard body against her back. She bit her lip at the contact. He was big and dominant and hard all over. Yet it was the hard ridge pushing against her bottom that nearly made her whimper.

  Please let him be that big.

  “Cora?”

  “Um, not that I can think of. I’m not really a submissive, I don’t think. I mean, I’ve done kinky things before but…”

  “You’ve never submitted before?” Garrett asked.

  Panic riddled her system; to come this close only to be denied would be worse than if he never would have made the offer. She shook her head. “No. Is that a problem? Because if it is I can go, I—”

  He pressed his lips against her neck, the short stubble of his beard grazed her flesh and he murmured, “Hush. Deep breaths, sweetheart. I don’t mind being the first Dom you’ve ever been with. In fact, I kinda like it. When you address me, you will call me Sir or Master. Understand?”

  “Yes.” It was just like how the waitresses were instructed to address the male patrons. It didn’t bother her in the slightest. On most days, she was Mom, not Cora.

  “Good. Now, I’m guessing that you don’t have a safeword, do you?”

  “No, Sir,” she replied on a sigh. His hands were kneading her boobs, pinching the nipples and rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers. Over and over again, causing liquid need to arc throughout her torso down to her sex.

  “Then let’s go with red. Should be easy enough for you to remember. If at any time something hurts or feels wrong, I want you to say the word red and we will stop and readjust.”

  She nodded. The hypnotic motion of his hands ignited a maelstrom of desire. Garrett’s scent, musky and exotic, like the ocean at night on the beach beside a fire pit, surrounded her.

  His right hand cupped her chin, turning and drawing her face up toward him. His lips claimed hers in a torrid tangle of tongue, teeth, and blazing heat. He drank her startled moans. Then he shifted her until she was facing him. He devoured her. There was no other word for the way he kissed her. As if he could enter her very soul as he ate at her mouth.

  Cora’s hands stroked his chest, her fingers learning the shape of his muscles, his chest hair tickling her palms, and she whimpered at the intoxicating feel of him into his greedy, demanding mouth. From this angle, his six-foot frame towered over her. She was only a half a foot shorter, but his size dwarfed her, making her feel small, delicate, and feminine. And she was surprised she didn’t expire from the sheer bliss of the skin on skin contact, her breasts mushed against the hard planes of his chest. It ignited a smelting forge in the center of her being, belching out enough heat to melt the polar ice caps. Garrett’s kiss was erotic. It was raw and untamed. He mimicked sex with his kiss, foreshadowing the tempting pleasure to come. Cora wondered if she would survive the ecstasy.

  Then he lifted her up into his arms, wrapping her legs about his waist. Her palms slid up over his shoulders and into the velvety softness of his hair. And she realized he must have taken his hat off after they’d entered the room and she’d missed it, so overpowered was she by his sheer dominant presence. His giant, solid hands gripped her ass, squeezing the plump globes, the tips of his fingers teasing the delicate line of her thong as he carried her the short two step distance to the bed.

  He laid her down on her back so that her rear was situated at the foot of the bed. Then his lips left hers, placing open-mouthed kisses against her neck and shoulders before traveling the short distance to her boobs. His stare was covetous as he cupped the full mounds, as if he was testing the weight and size. She’d always had a nice rack, even with her smaller frame.

  “You have the juiciest fucking tits, Cora. Large enough for a man to drown in.” Garrett’s face was ravenous as he gazed at her cleavage. Heat hummed beneath her skin, the anticipation building.

  Their gazes connected as his mouth hovered over one taut peak. She mewled in the back of her throat. What was he waiting for? His warm breath puffed over her skin and teased her nipple. Then his velvet tongue flicked out and drew a circle around the bud. When Garrett’s sexy mouth surrounded the areola and clamped down, her mouth dropped open on a throaty moan. Pleasure shot from her chest deep into her core.

  He tormented and sucked the bud so that it swelled and stiffened, and his beard grazed her skin adding an extra dose of achy, tingling need. Garrett’s free hand kneaded her other breast, like he was learning the shape and feel of it. Her hands gripped his hair, holding him to her breast, trying to feed him more of the mound. With each stroke of his silken tongue against her nipple, wetness slicked the vee between her thighs and she rocked her hips against his torso. She was being incinerated from the inside out. How had she gone so long without being touched?

  Then Garrett’s teeth bit down on the swollen point. Cora’s back arched at the indescribable pleasure arcing through her body. This was what had been missing from her life. Mindless, intoxicating pleasure and bone rattling passion.

  Her eyes snapped open at the flash of pain radiating from her breast. She sucked in a breath and whimpered.

  “It’s just a nipple clamp. Breathe through the pain, sweetheart,” Garrett commanded huskily in a deep bedroom voice.

  Looking in his eyes, drowning in their lust-filled depths, she inhaled a deep breath and then another. And the sharp palpitating ache shifted into a pronounced euphoria that rode the edge of pain. Garrett flicked his tongue over the dual points squeezing her nipple, and rapture unlike anything she’d experienced flooded her.

  “Oh god,” she mewled.

  Garrett chuckled darkly. “I had a feeling you would like it.”

  Then his mouth migrated to its twin and proceeded to administer the same torturous bliss. He greedily sucked on her tit, drawing the peak deep within his mouth before placing a series of hard bites on the mound.

  When he affixed a clamp around that nipple, she cried out. “Sir.”

  The pleasure-pain was so intense, it electrified her entire being with liquid fire pouring through her veins.

  “You’re doing lovely, Cora. Truly, your tits are fucking gorgeous in clamps. You should wear them all the time,” Garrett murmured, studying his handiwork.

  After another swipe of his tongue against her bud, he stood and pulled her body from the bed. Cora’s knees wobbled as he positioned her at the foot, near the right wooden post, and directed, “Give me your hands.”

  She held them out without question and he flashed her an approving, sexy grin. Garrett attached her wrist cuffs to a silver metal loop on the wooden post that was about waist high for her, give or take a few inches. Her breath strangled in her lungs and heat chugged in her veins. She’d always enjoyed being handcuffed. It thrilled her, fulfilled a dark corner of her soul. There was something so very primal about trusting your partner, gifting them control over your body. And while she didn’t know Garrett, she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. Perhaps she was submissive after all and had just never realized it or given a name to it.

  Then he moved behind her. His big hands went to her hips, and she bit her lip at th
e contact. Garrett walked her body back, his hands guiding her hips, until she was bent at a ninety-degree angle.

  His big palms caressed her back, starting at her shoulder blades and moving down her spine to her rear. The roughened calluses, the strength inherent in his touch, drew her deeper into his carnal web.

  “Fucking gorgeous,” he murmured.

  Then he was spreading her legs, emitting a low rumble of pleasure as he parted the globes of her rear, teasing the delicate strip of her thong.

  “And this,” he said, shifting her panties to the side as he ran the tip of a finger through her pussy lips, “is the prettiest cunt I’ve seen in a long time. Now I’m going to eat this pretty pussy to my heart’s content. There’s only one rule.”

  “What’s that, Sir?” she asked. Her belly quivered in sweet anticipation. She was already so close to climaxing.

  “You are not allowed to come until I permit it,” he ordered, teasing her crease with his skilled fingers.

  “But, Sir?” she whimpered. Cora didn’t know if she could do that. She was so close to climaxing already it would only take a few more strokes against her clit.

  “You can do it, Cora. I have faith in you. And you will do so because it pleases me. If you come before I allow it, you will be punished.”

  She whimpered. Maybe she’d bitten off far more than she could chew with this one. “I’ll try, I promise, but it’s been a while…”

  She bit her lip. She hadn’t realized how much she’d needed to be touched. How much she craved the physical interaction with a man—and one who knew what he was about.

  At her words, Garrett’s hands stilled on her behind. “How long has it been?”

  “More than three years,” she admitted.

  “Fuck. All right. The first one is on me. You have my permission to come, just this once,” he growled. At the first graze of his masterful tongue through her crease, she mewled. His tongue circled her clit, learning the contours of her intimate flesh, drawing responses from her. Cora was strung so tight she wanted to grind her pussy against his face, increase the pressure against her pearl and create enough friction that she would come.

  And then he laved his tongue against her nub like she was his favorite flavor of ice cream. Cora gasped at the intensity of pleasure thrumming in her veins, tightening in her core. He sucked the bud into his mouth, his tongue swirled, and he bit down on her nerve center. The sharp bite of teeth drove her wild.

  His hands held her prisoner as he slurped and sucked. Her legs shook at his voracious assault. She moaned and strained against her bonds, her fingers curling into fists, the nails digging into her palms. And then his tongue penetrated her pussy. His thick, skillful tongue thrust in and out while, at the same time, his thumb circled and rubbed her engorged clit. Torrents of pleasure drew her body tight like a bow, drawing her deeper into the miasma of carnal desire.

  Her orgasm struck with the force of a lightning strike. She came. Hard. Cora’s pussy spasmed around Garrett’s plunging tongue as her body rode the bittersweet ecstasy.

  “Oh god!” she wailed, quaking from the stunning force of her release.

  Holy hell, she had needed that. Her body trembled with aftershocks. Then Garrett playfully nipped her bottom left cheek before he kept his promise and removed her panties—with his teeth. With meandering stops to lick the backs of her thighs and knees, he removed them completely.

  “That was your freebie. Now, no coming until I permit it. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, praying she could hold herself together.

  His mouth latched onto her already over-sensitized flesh, his tongue plunging in her channel and then moving to suck on her clit. Back and forth. In and out. Cora was swimming in a sea of profound pleasure. She was surprised she was still standing. Her entire being was attuned to the erotic way Garrett ate her pussy—as if he’d been in the desert and was dehydrated and the only thing that would quench his thirst was the moisture pouring from her cunt.

  The clamps painfully squeezed her nipples, creating a burning sensation that headed straight to her sex. With her arms restrained she could do nothing but take it. Accept his lovemaking. With every stroke of his tongue against her, Cora felt her body relax bit by bit. Here she didn’t have anyone else depending on her or needing to know what to do at every hour of the day. Here she didn’t have to be stressed out and worried about bills or a roof over their heads. Here all she had to do was surrender, accept the intoxicating, mind-obliterating way he ate her pussy and revel in the pure, unadulterated bliss.

  Cora could feel the etchings of another orgasm approaching at lightning speed.

  “Sir?” she gasped.

  “Just a little more, sweetheart,” he ordered with a growl.

  And then he feasted, thrusting his tongue with wild abandon. Her body climbed a pleasured peak. Mewls erupted unhindered from her mouth. Her hands clenched into fists as she strove to stave off the impending release. Her legs trembled. Her nipples pulsed.

  And then he stopped, removing both his mouth and body. She wailed in frustration. “Sir?”

  Her body ached for relief. If he didn’t let her come soon, she would cry. Boots hit the floor nearby. A zipper was lowered and the sound of a foil packet ripping was music to her ears.

  At the first touch of the bulbous head of his cock as he prodded her pussy entrance, Cora groaned. He teased her with dick, sliding the head through her swollen tissues, slightly dipping inside her entrance only to withdraw.

  “Sir?” she questioned, panting.

  “Tell me what you want.” His husky command was like a caress along her spine.

  What did she want? Everything he would give her. She wanted the full experience. She’d ventured this far down the rabbit hole and wasn’t looking back. His cock rubbed against her clit. Words tumbled from her mouth. “To come. Fuck me, Sir, please.”

  “Good girl. Come as much as you need to,” he instructed.

  Before she could reply, he gripped her hips and plunged his cock inside her aching sheath. Her mouth dropped open on a guttural moan. Garrett thrust so hard she saw stars behind her closed lids. He hadn’t lied when he’d told her he liked to fuck. This wasn’t lovemaking. This was carnal. This was base and elemental. He was fucking her into the damn stratosphere and she loved every damn second of his ravaging. Her boobs swayed, and the movement jostled the clamps causing pleasure-pain.

  The room filled with her moans, his grunts, and the pounding slap of flesh against flesh. His long shaft stretched her channel, hitting the lip of her cervix. The combination of pleasure and pain was intoxicating.

  He canted his hips and furrowed deep. On the next brutal thrust her body imploded in on itself, detonating shockwaves of ecstasy.

  “Sir!” She wailed at the potency of her climax.

  Her pussy clenched and fluttered around his pounding shaft. He rode her orgasm, never relenting or slowing, making her release bleed into another while he jackhammered inside her sheath. Her knees buckled and the only thing holding her up were Garrett’s hands on her hips and his big cock gliding through her sheath.

  But then he lowered them both to their knees. Cora felt the hardwood floor beneath her knees. Her wrists were still shackled against the bedpost and, from this angle, were raised above her head. Garrett pressed her body up against the wooden post while he continued to fuck her senseless. She was beyond mindless. She was on another plane of existence entirely.

  His beard scraped against her neck. His hands moved and cupped her tits, grazing the abused, swollen nipples. Cora whimpered.

  “Come for me again,” he growled as he released the clamps and bit her earlobe just as he slammed his cock inside.

  Cora didn’t just explode. That would be too simple a description. Her entire being was re-forged, like the birth of a star. The impact tremors upended any remaining shred of composure she had and she simply let go.

  She keened. “Garrett. Oh god!”

  His hands kneaded her boobs
as he rocked his hips, plunging deep. His cock jerked. His body strained as he fucked her wildly.

  “Ahhh!” He bellowed as he found his own release, shuddering against her.

  A series of pleasurable aftershocks barreled through her as Garrett continued thrusting until he had wrung every drop of ecstasy from his release. Bliss suffused her being.

  They stayed that way—on their knees, his cock embedded in her pussy, gasping for breath—as their heartrates returned to normal. Sweat slicked their bodies. Garrett reached up over their heads and released her arms, rubbing life back into her limbs that were acting like limp noodles.

  She couldn’t ever remember feeling this sated. She’d likely be sore tomorrow. But god, had it been worth it. He tipped her head back and kissed her then. And she felt herself want to sink into him, stay lost in him. But then he withdrew his softening shaft and moved away. Garret stood and lifted her body up onto the bed.

  “Rest a bit,” he said and padded into the tiny bathroom, likely to take care of the condom. She lay there, blissed out of her mind, and rolled her head to the side. There was a small bedside clock and she gasped at the time.

  She had to go. Now.

  She pushed her limbs into action. Locating her clothes next to the pile of his, she slid her panties and short shorts back on. She located her top and was just pulling it over her head when Garrett strode back into the room. The man was stunning in his full nude glory. And at any other time, she would want to take full advantage of him. Again. But she had to leave. Now.

  “I thought I told you to rest,” he said with a scowl furrowing his brow.

  “I can’t. I’m sorry. I really have to go.” She grabbed her purse from where she’d dropped it and walked away, moving toward the door. She had to—if she touched him again, she’d never want to leave. And the farther she moved away, the more the weight of her responsibilities returned.

  “Wait a minute. Let me dress and I will walk you out,” he ordered, striding toward her.

  “Can’t. I gotta go. Thank you… for everything,” she said and bolted out the door before he could reach her. Her warring emotions battered her as she raced down the hallway.