Oh, please, please let me come, I’ll do anything! I want so much to beg him but know it will get me nowhere. Instead, I grip the leather sofa in my hands and concentrate on his tongue teasing my clit.
This is all on his terms. It is about control and submission on a base level and I’m merely in the passenger seat.
Sweat is dripping down my temples when I feel him pull away and ask in a thick, hoarse voice, “You want to come now for me baby?”
“Yes, please, Master! Please let me come,” I nearly wail.
“I can see how much you need to and you’ve been such a good girl, for the most part. When I tell you to, you will come hard for me on my command.”
Anything, Luke.
I nod eagerly in agreement and feel him once again driving me closer to explosion with his skilled mouth. The burning and shaking intensify as I can feel the orgasm bearing down on me.
With his finger rubbing firm circles on my swollen clit, he lifts his head and harshly orders, “Now, angel!”
His rough command sends a message for me to let go of the thin thread of control that I’ve been clasping onto and the orgasm immediately rips through me. I cry out at the shock of the pulses coming from deep within me. My hips are jerking involuntarily and I’m vaguely aware of him pinning them down firmly against the leather while burying his tongue deep within me.
I cry out loudly, “Ugh, oh, yes, God yes! Luke!”
I can hear him growling against my pussy lips in approval and I think I might pass out from the sheer intensity of it all.
As I float back down into my body it hits me that he gave me the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt in my life. I never could have imagined that submitting to the will of another could be so … fulfilling. Before I can dwell on that heady thought I feel the blindfold being gently removed. The darkness is swiftly replaced with beautiful brown eyes and warm light.
“Well, you certainly are an eager student,” he chuckles in his deep, sexy voice.
“Let’s just say I work well with the reward system.” I glance down at his impressively ripped torso, which is now hovering over me. God, is he sexy! All I can think about is getting to put my hands all over his toned body, but I know that will only happen if he lets me. “I’d like very much to please you as well.”
“So eager, my beautiful angel.”
The toy is removed and I’m pulled up and walked over to the black bear rug in front of the blazing fire. Without a word, he puts his warm rough palms on my bare shoulders and pushes me down in a silent command to go to my knees before him.
With a rough voice, he commands, “Release me from my jeans using only your teeth.”
Oh, yeah.
I keep my palms at my side and fumble awkwardly with the thick leather belt. Once it’s open I pop the first of the five buttons. The denim is harsh against my mouth, but I don’t care. Halfway down I can feel the heat and smell the scent of him. It’s clean and rich. It’s intoxicating and I’m salivating to get him inside my mouth.
Once the buttons are undone I glance up at him and await further instruction. He bends and takes off his jeans and black boxer briefs in one fluid motion.
When he’s standing again I gasp at the sight before my eyes. His cock is simply stunning. It is so thick that it must be the width of a Mag light. It’s long and proudly pulses at least two inches above his navel. My pussy is immediately drenched again at the prospect of being taken by his magnificent cock.
Gently touching the side of my face, he says, “Pleasure me however you like, sweet girl.”
Is this my reward? At this moment, I can’t imagine anything more exciting than taking that perfection into my mouth.
I waste no time, first cupping his heavy balls in my right hand while slowly leaning forward to deeply inhale his clean scent. I lightly run my tongue up the hot shaft, determined to have him as out of his mind as he had me earlier.
When I reach the tip I delicately swirl the pre-cum and revel in his musky flavor. I pop the fat head into my mouth and begin sucking, which earns me a deep grunt of what I imagine is his masculine approval.
But I want to draw this out as long as possible, so after I lick the head a few more times I tilt my face down to his hanging balls and begin lapping at first one and then the other. I can feel his thighs against me begin to shake with need as his hands gently bury themselves into my long hair and hold fast.
I try my best to please him by opening wide and taking first one then the other ball into my mouth, swirling and sucking them. I move back to his cock without breaking the rhythm and really get busy.
In one deep movement I sheathe my teeth with my lips and take him in as deeply as I’m able. Although I’m gagging on his shaft, the choking noises I’m making seem to please him just as much as the rhythmic sucking. When I keep up this motion I’m aware of a low warning growl coming from deep within his chest.
Suddenly the back of my head is clasped sternly in his grip as he takes control of my movements, pulling my mouth up and back down onto his length in rapid, measured movements.
Feeling a bit devious, I reach under, stroking his tightening balls and run my finger firmly on the sensitive spot close to his anus. This pushes Luke over the edge and a primal roar rings out in the room as he comes in deep, pulsing streams far down my throat. I swallow it all, proud of bringing him so much pleasure.
Once released, I fall forward onto my hands and knees to gather myself. A glance confirms that he’s bent forward, too, with his hands planted on his sculpted thighs.
His massive chest is heaving as if he’s just run a marathon … and back again.
“You are trouble, angel,” he rasps, still struggling to breathe normally as he lifts me up and onto my feet.
“Oh yeah? How so?”
“A lesser man would have passed the fuck out from those moves you just pulled. You do realize that you’ve just sealed your fate, angel. I’m gonna hold you hostage and keep you as my very own harem girl,” he says in a playful tone while swatting my reddened behind toward the staircase.
I giggle and retort over my shoulder, “I’ll take a warm bed and possibly a hot breakfast tomorrow morning as a thank you.” Exhausted, we head up the stairs into his bedroom and collapse into bed.
He gathers me against him and wraps us tightly together in his moss-green feather duvet. The feeling of his warm skin against my back is luxurious, and the way he possessively cups one of my breasts makes me feel safe. Cared for, even.
“Sleep well, Violet.”
“Okay,” I mumble, barely conscious. “Good night Luke.”
“De beaux rêves, mon ange.”
My heart does a rapid flutter at hearing his native tongue, so smooth and sexy in the dark.
“Come again?” I whisper.
Right against my hair I hear a breathy, “Sweet dreams, my angel.”
Mmmm, delish. My heart melts as I snuggle into his arms and slip into an exhausted sleep.
Chapter Five
Perception
“Morning, sleepin’ beauty.”
I stretch out lazily and grin at his husky voice, mischievously remembering the off the charts orgasm session we shared last night. I blink up at him and stare.
He’s fully dressed and is looking down at me with an expression that is hard to read on his tanned face.
“Hop up and get dressed now. I promised you a nice breakfast in town and I have a few errands to run after that.”
“Wait, don’t you have to work today?”
“Have you looked out the windows yet, baby? Called the crew off at six a.m. due to the road conditions alone. It’s difficult and dangerous to work with heavy snow on logs and branches, not to mention maneuvering the equipment. I’ll head up there a bit later today to check it out. The roads in town should be salted by now though.”
I gasp as the covers are playfully ripped off me and a sharp swat smacks my bare behind.
“Meet me downstairs in fifteen, all right?”
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sp; “Bossy!” I shout but do what I’m told this time. Although I’m learning that it’s quite fun defying him …
* * *
The drive into the Town of Haines Junction is a bit unnerving with all the snow and ice covering the roads. I feel the truck slide more than a few times. Luke glances at my hands, nervously splayed out in front of me on the big dash of the truck. With a grin he reassures me that the truck has studded tires so I shouldn’t be concerned.
“Besides,” he grins, “when you live out here you have to know how to handle the weather.”
Was that a jab about yesterday’s rescue? I choose to ignore it.
We park at a large freestanding store called “Junction Outfitters” and before I can say a word he turns to me. “Just humor me, baby, and go along with this, all right?”
I’m perplexed as I walk into the store beside him wearing just my base layer fleece. My only coat is shredded and lying in his trashcan in the kitchen.
“Hey Luke!” A good looking teenage kid calls out from behind the old wooden counter. “What can I help you find this morning?”
I look around the vast space and see that they have everything from crossbows to ski gear. “Somebody Told Me” by the Killers thumps with stormy intensity in the background. The catchy, new wave rock beat puts me at ease.
The kid has taste.
“Hey Jon, which way are the ladies’ coats?”
No way will I let him take me shopping for a coat.
I begin to step back, tugging desperately on his hand when he turns abruptly and gives me a serious, and familiar, warning look.
“You are utterly annoying,” I grumble.
“I’ll keep a mental count if that’s how you want it, angel.”
“No, thank you. Your extreme alpha-ness is enough punishment for me,” I hiss at him. “Also, I’m paying for it as I would have found my way here today anyhow.”
Oh man.
Fascinated, I watch as his eyes tighten into shards of ice. I can tell that he did not like my retort in the least.
He leans down and whispers a warning against my ear, “You wouldn’t fucking be alive today if I hadn’t saved your tail so humor me and let me buy you a damned coat.”
Mortified, I glance over at the embarrassed kid, who is shuffling his feet and pretending in vain not to notice our altercation.
“Fine,” I grumble. I’m bristling by this point. Just because I let him dominate me last night did not mean I was intending to let him have control of my entire life.
“Lead the way,” Luke tells Jon with a chin lift.
Jon is clearly uncertain whom to address at this point. “Um, anything in particular?”
Before I can get my mouth open Luke tells him, “Yeah, lookin’ for a North Face down parka in red, size small, you got one?”
Jon immediately flips through the rack, clearly familiar with his stock, and pulls out a gorgeous down coat. It makes me feel warm just looking at it.
Since it is North Face, I assume it must cost upwards of four hundred bucks. There’s no way I can let him buy that for me. It is way too generous.
Sensing my hesitation, Luke slides it off the hanger and holds it open for me to slip into. In an effort to spare Jon from any further arguments, I whisper to him, “Luke, I’m a grad student, I can’t pay for this coat and it’s not right for you to buy it for me.”
His dark eyes soften as he tells me, “Baby, please put it on, as a gift from me, all right? Just do as you’re told and make me happy. Besides, you really need it or you’ll freeze out there.”
Reluctant, I turn and slip my arms into the red dream of a parka. Of course it fits perfectly and is far warmer than my old one.
“It’s utterly amazing.” I say, admiring how well the sleeves fit. I’m quite small and have always had trouble with sleeves that hang way past my hands.
“Don’t say a word. One day you’ll learn, angel, that it’s easier not to fight me,” he assures me as I stand hesitantly before him.
Jon’s obviously enjoying the show and grins broadly. “Looks good. Anything else today for you and your lady, my man?”
“Yeah, how about a pair of those leather Toaster gloves. Got those in women’s as well?”
“Sure thing,” Jon replies. “Size small, right?” I nod. “Meet you both up at the counter then if that’s it?”
“Yep.”
“You are insane!” I hiss at him after Jon walks away.
“You love it, angel. Now quit your bitching and let’s grab some breakfast, I’m starving.”
I shake my head and smile in wonder at this baffling man. One minute, he is sweet as sugar, and the next a domineering hard-ass.
He pays for the clothes in cash. Jon gives us a knowing look at the register and I can’t help but wonder if Luke often buys clothes for random women, or if Jon is just used to his brash behavior. I’m betting on the latter.
As we exit the store and head to his truck, I reach into the bag and finger the soft fabric of the parka. I turn to him in the middle of the parking lot and ask, “Luke, why red?”
With a dead serious expression, he tells me, “So I can find you easily up on that mountain if, God forbid, you’re ever in trouble again, angel.”
On our ride to breakfast, I ponder his concern for me, along with my newfound interest in BDSM.
* * *
Jackalope’s is packed with a breakfast crowd, more so than I would have expected for a snowy Monday morning. The only parking spot available is right against a high snow bank.
“Here baby, climb over into my lap.”
“Mmm, hmm, I see your angle, big man.” I smile, mischief in my eyes.
“And there are so many angles on you that I have yet to explore.”
My body immediately responds with pulsing need and I want him then and there.
After helping me down from his side of the huge truck, he releases my waist and possessively takes my hand as we make our way across the snow-covered lot to the front door.
I enter first and notice that the café is utterly charming and cozy, with high, upholstered red booths and an impressive glass, open-view kitchen. A little fire is burning in an old-fashioned freestanding fireplace near the front door.
The older, blonde hostess, smiling at Luke in open friendliness, greets us both.
“You’ve brought lovely company today, Luke, nice to see you.” She smiles warmly at me as she gives me a curious look. Again, I wonder if this is a habit of Luke’s, and I’m surprised to find that I’m a tad jealous at the thought of him with someone else.
“Booth for two?”
“Yeah, Dana, that’ll work.”
“Follow me then, please.”
As we make our way through the crowded café, at least three men greet Luke as he passes by. Once seated, I lean across the table to him, determined to learn more about this man.
“Come here often?” I ask.
He shrugs, not glancing up from the menu. “Yeah. There aren’t many places to go to in Haines Junction, especially for breakfast.”
“You must know just about everyone in town, right?”
He sets the menu aside. “I suppose I know most people. Hawk and I moved here with our dad when I was fifteen and he was ten. Dad owned a logging company in New Brunswick, outside of Quebec, which he relocated here after the accident with my mom.”
His sudden personal disclosure startles me, but before I can ask him any questions the waitress arrives.
“Well Luke, look at you, about to have breakfast with such a pretty lady, and on a Monday. Good for you, son. Now what’ll it be?” Her look of motherly approval makes me feel better for some reason and my earlier jealousy evaporates.
“What do you recommend Luke?” I ask.
He turns to look at the cheerful fifty-something waitress. “Two breakfast plates with bacon and scrambled eggs and a full order of blueberry pancakes.” Looking at me he asks, “Would you like hot tea?” I nod. “A tea and a black coffee with two waters.�
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“You got it, handsome.” She winks and disappears into the kitchen.
“Their breakfast is the best around. Hope you’re hungry.”
“Of course, and especially since you wore me out last night.” I lean forward and tilt my head to the side, giving him a naughty, knowing look.
“Mmm, I like that darlin’, but I haven’t even begun with you yet. You’ll experience ‘worn out’ when I take you for the first time.”
“Luke!” I blush furiously and look around the café, hoping no one overheard him. Desperate to change gears, I gently ask, “So, you were telling me about your mom?” I try to approach the subject as delicately as possible. “What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?”
He looks distant for a moment before responding, his voice monotone. “Car crash. There was a particularly bad storm going on and she slid sideways on a mountain road winding up to our house. The guardrail couldn’t hold the truck and it flipped. She died at the site. She was an excellent driver, too.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry Luke.” I wish now that I’d not brought up such a tough subject this early in the morning.
“Hey.” He reaches across the table and takes my hands, covering them in his warm ones. “It was a long time ago. My dad moved us here for a fresh start and it really helped. You’ll meet him soon. He retired from the business two years ago and drives us both crazy with all of his cabin additions and projects. He really is a mad Quebecois.”
“What is a Quebecois?”
“A French Canadian from Quebec. My great-grandparents came from France and up until my mom and dad, nobody on either side of the family spoke any English whatsoever.”
“So that’s where you get your sexy accent.”
He leans in closer, his legs brushing mine under the table. “You like that do you, ma petite chérie?”
“Mmm hmmm, you know I do, you wicked man. Your French words are foreplay to my ears.”
He pins me with those telling eyes, “Well, then, you’ll certainly be hearing a load more of them, that is if you can be a good girl, hmm?”
My jaw falls open. Oh my goodness! His hotness is off the charts and I can feel my arousal mounting by the second.
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