Pick Your Passion (The Heart's Desire Series Book 2)

by S. E. Hall

  Copyright 2017 Hilary Storm

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  Chapter One

  Aubrie

  The scent of man surrounds me. It's a smell that reminds me of him, but I know that's not possible. My mind is just playing games on me. I try to focus on my other senses. This blindfold hinders my sight, but it heightens everything else, including my sex craved hunger that has made me crazy for nearly a year now. I'm starved for this.

  A warm breeze of air blows across my nipples, causing my body to shift upwards instinctively. I've learned to crave this. To crave the unknown and hope for the possible pleasure or pain to take me over. The moisture as a tongue runs over my right nipple sends a rush of pure bliss into my chest. The anticipation as my body waits for the next feeling to take me is the part I miss the most. This is exactly how it used to be. I miss this life. Why did I wait so long to try again?

  I let my mind lead the trace of his finger from one nipple to the other. His tongue leaves the other bud just as wet and this triggers my already aching clit to pulse while I wait for him to change his focus.

  The sudden feeling of his absence does something to me. It's not as though he was touching me, but him being near helps. Being a sub can be lonely when you're not familiar with the Dom. That's one of the main reasons I haven't looked for another. Once you have a Dom that takes care of you like mine did, you have a hard time submitting to another fully.

  I feel him return. His teeth bite slightly on a nipple before he latches the clamp into place. Fuuuuck yes.

  He slowly moves to the other side and begins to mirror his movements. His obsessive nature to keep everything even isn't lost on me. I can tell he's a perfectionist. Everything is calculated and perfect. From the size of the table to the temperature of the room, to the silk on my blindfold... he’s made sure the fine details are perfectly in place.

  This time, his bite is a little harsher, with a little grind of his teeth preparing me before he puts the clamp in place. He places the chain between my breasts and it feels like melting ice slipping around as it slides into place If my nipples weren't already hard from the clamps, this cold sensation would take care of that.

  I know not to move, but I can't help but squirm as he starts to kiss every inch of each breast. He doesn't stop until his tongue has covered both entirely, leaving me wet.

  He leaves me again. Damn it.

  This time, I can feel him watching me. The heat from his stare has my insides turning. I'm growing more impatient as time passes and he does nothing to satisfy my needs. I know I'm not supposed to move, but he doesn't know I know better. If he didn't want me to move, he should've made sure I couldn't.

  I run my fingers slowly over each breast and let the tickle on my skin encourage me to be brave. My right hand slides south while the left continues to trace the path his tongue just took. Moving slowly... sensually, I listen for any sign from him. He’ll either be the type to let me continue or he’ll punish me for trying. Either way, I'll be rewarded.

  The chain slides around as I shift into my position. This I know. This has been all I've had since Tristen. Pleasuring myself seems to always fall short from the intense orgasms I was used to, but they haven't been an option.

  My finger touches my pulsing clit and I realize just how worked up I am already. I catch an exhale from him and can tell he's across the room. Knowing this gives me the courage to open my legs wider and dip the first finger in. Sliding it back out, I pinch my clit between my middle and index finger building up the much needed pressure I'm dying for. Oh hell. I'm biting my lip as I moan and just thinking about him watching me has me dripping wet.

  This time I send two fingers in and use my thumb to rub circles of pleasure. I move them in and out, pulling more wetness each time.

  His breath runs across my knee letting me know just how close he is. I freeze and wait for him to do something. When he doesn't, I run my dripping wet fingers up my body and toward my mouth. His grip on my wrist just as I touch my lip forces me to stop. He pulls my wrist toward him and slips my fingers into his own mouth. His tongue is gentle as he moves around each finger not missing any of trace of me.

  He sets my arm down at my side and moves to the end of the table, before jerking me to the edge in one swift slide. Lifting my hips, he begins to lick and nibble his way around my body. Oh God. His tongue is masterful.

  His hands still on my ass, he pulls me even closer, allowing his tongue to go deeper. He devours me. Every single part of me. He licks from my ass all the way to the most sensitive spot in the front, not leaving anything untouched. He sucks my clit in and doesn't let go, sucking harder and harder bringing me straight to the surface of an orgasm. My breaths are loud and turning into moans just as I start to feel it.

  Then he stops. He sets my ass back on the table allowing the raw guttural feeling of rejection to rear it’s ugly head. His warm touch is missing, but I can still feel his stare. He's watching again. Fuck.

  I move my hand toward the ache only to have him intercept it before I can reach it. His grip gets tight and he tugs me until I'm sitting up. He pulls until I follow him off the table and across the room. He guides me until I'm chest down, long ways on what I know very well as a spanking bench. He straps both arms in first before moving to each leg. I'm familiar with this style of bench… just imagine a padded saw horse with straps.

  I should be scared. I should be terrified, but the fact is I'm excited. I want this. I miss it and for some fucked up reason, it makes me reminisce the times I had with Tristen… which is terrible. I’m not sure how someone can be the best thing to ever happen to you… then so quickly become the worst. But he was that for me.

  I spend what feels like thirty minutes thinking about the past, losing the present and not even caring that I’m extremely vulnerable right now. I eventually force myself to think about the here and now, but it’s hard.

  He takes forever before he returns. I get zero warning before the bite of the first strike hits. His hand. He waits before striking again, of course hitting the opposite ass cheek this time. I wonder if all Dom's are thorough like this, because I appreciate him spreading out the pain. It shows he’s experienced.

  Every part of my ass is on fire before he stops. He doesn’t make me count out loud, but my instinct is to count. Twenty-eight. That's how old I am. I wonder why he chose such an odd number.

  He leaves me again and I let the burn simmer through my body as I wait for his return. I can feel the juices dripping between my legs. There's no doubt I missed this.

  The feel of his hands gliding over each cheek soothes me. He's taking care of me. Knowing he's doing aftercare makes me trust him more. The lotion helps to cool the surface burn, but I can tell there will be bruising.

  His squeeze on each cheek nearly brings a tear to my eyes, but he stops quickly. I'm sure he read the tension in my body and knew how much it hurt.

  He moves away again. This time, I'm somewhat grateful. It gives me time to relax, even though he has me wound up tight.

  This time he’s gone even longer than he has before. I don't pay attention to listening for him this time. I’m flying so hi
gh from the adrenalin in my body, I can hardly hear anything.

  He removes the straps from my arms, then my legs… freeing me from my restraints. I remain in position until he starts to move me, but we don't go far. He’s careful not to let me touch his body... his hands guiding me until I'm leaning over the same bench, but this time with my legs spread very far apart.

  I pray he doesn't start spanking me again. I've never had to use a safe word. Even though I'm nowhere near my limit, spanking on top of spanking would be what does it. Besides, I submitted a word I have no intention of saying. 'Briggs' is no longer in my vocabulary, so it will take a severe situation for me to say it.

  He spreads my ass cheeks open and begins to rub my back entrance. I close my eyes and begin to relax as I wait for something to enter. A finger slides in slowly until it's all the way in. He removes it and pushes it in again a few times. I can feel my walls relax around him as he takes his time with me.

  The pressure of two fingers begins and he twists until they both fill me. The burn from the invasion pulls me into the past. It's been a long time since I've let anyone enter me like this. I close my eyes tight under the blind fold as if that will help take me away. He continues to slowly manipulate me just like that until I'm fully relaxed against him.

  He removes his fingers and I dread the third knowing how large his hands are. Instead the cool burn of a butt plug is what I feel. He must've added cooling lube to it. He pops it into position and I start to let my body adjust to it. I shift my hips just slightly and before long, it's only the cooling lube that I feel.

  He returns quickly this time and guides me to my feet. I feel the strap of the collar around my neck as he puts it into place. He lets the rope dangle against the front of my body as he fastens the necklace.

  I slide my fingers down what I thought was a rope, only to feel that it's a line of beads. Feels like pearls. I'm not an idiot. I know these are delicate. I know if I let them break, that I'll be punished.

  When I can feel his absence again, I let my hands trace the collar. It feels beautiful. I imagine how elegant it must be, probably white gold with diamonds. By the feel of it, it's expensive, but then again it could be fake. Either way, it makes me feel treasured, even though I’ve never seen this man’s face.

  The sound of his zipper and the feel of his hand on my shoulder give me the sign of what he expects next. I fall to my knees and wait for him to serve me, but instead he lifts the beaded chain, bringing me back to my feet. He never says a word; he’s all about silent communication for some reason.

  Silk ribbon slips around my wrist as he joins them together behind my back. He restrains them with a simple tie. One that I know I could pull out of, but that I shouldn't if I know what’s good for me.

  He removes the clip from my hair and runs one hand through it as his other one begins to travel over my breasts. A small tug on the chain between them pulls the clamps just enough to draw a moan from my lips. He’s testing my limits.

  I hear him inhale into my hair. He does it more than once sending goose bumps spreading over my skin. He’s so close. Breathing me in; analyzing me to pieces. There’s not a moment in my life where I’ve felt this exposed, even though I’ve been in this exact scenario many times. It takes time to trust someone to do this with you. I try not to second guess my decision to tip-toe back into this lifestyle. I’m in a new city, so it’s not like anyone knows me here.

  He pulls my attention back to him, twisting my hair into his hand, sending me to my knees.

  I wait. Wait for a beautiful cock. I'm going to imagine it that way anyway. Assuming the position with my head bowed down and my chest held out, I continue to wait. The sound of him rubbing it near my face, turns me on. He's slow with his movements, torturing me, but I continue to wait for my cue.

  He lifts the beads to tilt my head up. I pucker my lips once I feel the tip of his cock near me. He rubs it back and forth only letting the tip connect us. Sliding my tongue out, I lick the underside of the tiny portion he's allowing me access to. He loves to tease. That's good, because I love to be teased.

  He's wide. The tip is mushroom shaped. My tongue catches the ridge and I can tell he's bulging. He pulls back. Licking my lips, I try to listen for him. Damn he's so quiet.

  Then I hear him. He's jacking off in front of me. He does it for a little while before he grabs the back of my head and pulls me forward. I open my mouth and accept his cock. It's flavored. Strawberry, I think?

  I take him to the back of my throat and swallow. I'm not even close to taking him all the way in my mouth. His length and width are both incredible. But this is what I'm used to.

  Using my tongue on the underside, I run it the full length of his cock and back up. I notice the piercing underneath and decide to explore that a little more. I've never been with anyone who’s pierced, so I'm intrigued.

  Taking him back in my mouth I let him push into my throat again. He's ruthless for a few thrusts then backs off once I begin to gag. Fuck.

  He enters my mouth again this time pushing to the back of my throat and staying there. I force a swallow and a moan against the tip and hear him whisper finally. "Yesssss"

  It's the first time I've heard his voice at all and it was a simple whisper. He's managed to lead me without a single word, but hearing that simple word is the approval I’ve been waiting for. I want to know I’m pleasing him.

  I feel his hand in front of my face as he rubs himself more erect than he already was. He uses the side of my mouth to apply pressure as he pops his cock out of my mouth a couple of times, leaving moisture behind.

  Then he plunges into my throat again showing no mercy. He fucks my mouth without any care and I do everything possible to keep from gagging. He fucks and he fucks until I'm positive he's about to blow. Then he stops. His cock is setting in my mouth twitching and I swear I can feel his pulse against my tongue.

  I slowly move my tongue over the base of the tip trying to draw him back in only to have him remain still. The only thing moving between us, is my tongue and the twitch of his cock.

  He pulls out and tugs on my beaded chain, so I begin to crawl. Crawling on all fours can be sexy if you let it. You have to know how to position your ass and crawl with dignity. I know this. I've done it many times.

  I swear he's parading me around the room because it takes a while before he gives me the signal to rise to my feet. Standing at full attention, with my butt plug still in place, I wait for my next silent command.

  He pulls both of my hands into his before kissing each wrist as if apologizing for being rough. Little does he know rough doesn't bother me one bit. In fact I want it, I need it. It’s why I’m here.

  He moves me back until I’m against a hard surface. I know this surface. A person doesn't forget a Saint Andrew's cross. Lifting my hands over my head he attaches each one to the bar above me. The sensation of his fingers sliding down my skin as he makes his way to the ankle straps awakens every nerve in me. He cuffs each ankle, just before he uses his tongue on the inside of my thigh to trace a path straight to my clit, circling with just the tip to tease me. Of course he replays his movement on the other leg, this time leaving my clit out. This screws with my head. I need him to keep it even. Everything about him up until this point showed he did too.

  Chapter Two

  I close my eyes under the blindfold as he walks away, trying to mask the disappointment that I’ll most likely have to wait again. This guys is definitely into patience and on a normal day that would be great, but tonight I want things to happen fast. I need to specify that in my contract next time.

  My attention shifts quickly when I hear the sound of something hitting flesh. It's clear what it was when I feel the sting of many pieces of leather across my chest. In this position with my breasts extended and the clamps in place the sensation is intense. I arch my back welcoming the next strike and he doesn't disappoint. He rains leather bites and kisses all over the front of my torso. After my blood is flowing to the surface, he st
rikes my clit. Holy shitttttt.

  This is the first time I cry out. I'm not sure if that was a pleasure scream or one of pain, but I love it. He starts to trace the leather pieces over my skin, only striking a few more times. Each time he hits a nipple or my clit, and I have to moan. He must be able to tell what this does to me.

  I feel him between my legs again. He runs his tongue over my sensitive, begging clit and I lose it. There's no stopping this orgasm. He leaves me to do it all alone and my body quivers through the entire thing. I pull against the straps with the strength and intensity making it seem as though I've been electrically shocked. My cries fill the room and I don't even try to muffle them.

  When I finish, he resumes his position between my legs licking up all the evidence of the violent ride I just had. My clit is delicate and even the slightest touch from him leaves me trying to pull away. He dives in close, practically motor boating my pussy until I'm past the hypersensitive state.

  He leaves me again. This time I don't realize he's returned until I feel his breath on my face. I know I dozed off for a few minutes, I'm just glad the restraints kept me in place. I feel the pressure of something between my legs before I hear the sound of the vibrations.

  It feels so good. Shit, if he doesn't know how to undo a woman. He lets me build the orgasm chaos for a few minutes before he pulls it away. My clit is so thirsty for more. My body is begging for him to continue, which means he probably wont.

  He begins to suck on my nipples again, switching my focus. He grabs the chain with his teeth, then starts the vibrator again. He pulls on the clamps the entire time he's sending my clit into a tailspin. I don't know what to focus on. Oh my God.

  The pressure from the vibrator increases and he uses one hand to remove one of the clamps. I can't comprehend even breathing in this moment. The disarray in my head is out of control as I scream through another orgasm. This time my body convulsing through the fury while he never removes the instrument.