by Anya Summers
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice a low growl.
The massive hand cupping her boob pinched and rolled the nipple with his work-roughened fingers, while his other thrummed through her pussy. Just a teasing, erotic caress, no penetration. Need clawed at her. She wanted more, wanted all that he would give her.
Carter rubbed and circled her clit, hitting her pleasure center with a finesse that left her mindless and moaning. The way his body enveloped hers with his larger one, she was at his mercy. Pressed against him, using the teensy bit of wriggle room he left her, she rocked her pelvis, sending what she hoped was a signal that she wanted to ride his fingers. Better yet, that she was done with foreplay entirely and wanted his thick shaft pounding inside her.
His wide erection was snug against her rear. Yet he held her steady, surrounding her with his large body, making it nigh impossible to gain any further friction. All thoughts of resisting him and staying detached slipped away with every sure stroke of his hand through her slit.
Delicious tingles erupted where Carter’s shadow beard scraped against her neck and shoulder. She mewled and gasped with every touch, each caress. The man was sensual, magnetic, and inherently attuned to her body. She’d be hard pressed to keep her distance when all she could think about was feeling him inside her again. Then he shifted and rubbed his shaft against her rear.
“Carter,” she moaned in a breathy whisper.
He repeated the movement. Jenna’s eyes crossed. Flames raged out of control at the sheer intensity of her desire for him. She waged an internal battle. She wanted him—what woman wouldn’t want him? Yet she also wanted to resist his animal magnetism. She gripped his arms, her fingers digging into his strong forearms to hold him in place and silently beg him for more.
When he thrust his bulging erection against her rear once more, she begged, “Please, Sir. Please fuck me.”
“That’s what I want to hear,” Carter growled. And then he shifted away.
“Wait, please don’t stop.” She whined at the loss of his heat, the loss of his body, and the loss of the blissfully sinful caress.
“I just need a condom, darlin’, that’s all,” he replied, his baritone—the deep timbre of it—adding to the eroticism. She loved his husky voice, the way it sounded thick with desire.
“No, you don’t. I’m on the pill and I’m clean. Please just fuck me!” she exclaimed, desperate to feel his length inside her. She’d been on the pill for years.
“You’re sure?” he murmured, his body completely still behind her.
Exasperated and beyond needy, she whimpered, “Yes, Carter. Sir, just please fuck me!”
He shifted and the bed dipped with his body’s movement. He yanked her up against him. She moaned at the re-engaged contact. He spread her thighs, positioning her leg up over his exterior thigh, granting his big body room between her thighs. Jenna squirmed, on edge. Then Carter ran the head of his mammoth shaft through her folds and positioned the crown at the entrance to her sheath. Her pussy quivered in heady anticipation as he penetrated her with just the tip. And then he thrust, hard, plunging his cock inside to the hilt.
“Oh, god!” she cried.
He felt so good, buried deep inside her. Her pussy throbbed around him. Whirls of pleasure spiked her bloodstream. The flames transformed into a wildfire, burning brighter and hotter. And then he began to move, pumping his cock in hard, brutal thrusts. Going so deep, he hit every nerve ending and grazed the lip of her womb. His left hand snaked down to her spread thighs and his fingers caressed her clit, flicking back and forth over the swollen nub. Sparks erupted, adding to the inferno rampant and out of control.
“Christ, you feel like hot velvet squeezing my dick,” he growled, his voice husky with desire, then he shifted her face back toward him with his right hand.
Carter slanted his mouth over hers. His kiss was elemental as he methodically screwed her brains right out of her head. He fucked like a man possessed. Like he had been without a woman for years. He was raw, primal lust. And, in that moment, she didn’t care one bit as long as he kept fucking her. She loved every minute of his devastating lovemaking. Jenna returned his kiss, showing him with more than words how much she craved him, devolving into a needy creature, wanting nothing but the pleasure he could bring her. The desire he engendered engulfed her, carried her along a tidal wave of intense desire. She parried her tongue against his in a heated, world-altering duel.
She and Carter were connected on every level. Her left hand slid around his nape and threaded into his hair to hold his mouth in place. His lovemaking quite simply decimated her. Called to her on every level of her being. And, deep in the recesses of her soul, recognition registered that this submissive had found her Master.
Jenna’s climax hit with all the delicacy of a stampeding herd of elephants. Ecstasy swamped her system. Her pussy spasmed in unending starbursts.
“Carter,” she wailed into his mouth while he kept pumping his shaft inside her quaking, clenching sheath.
The man was a machine, rocking his hips until her tremors diminished before sliding his cock from her channel. He lifted his lips and broke their kiss. Then he maneuvered and shifted her onto her stomach. She yelped when he shoved a few pillows under her belly. The pillows elevated her ass up to a forty degree angle. In this position, she was on her knees with her torso flat on the bed. Carter did leave her then, for a moment. And then he was behind her, spreading her legs wide and adding a cool dollop of lubricant to her anus. She hissed when he inserted two fingers in her back channel. It had been a while since she’d had anal and she’d forgotten how good it could feel.
He stretched her, thrusting his lubed fingers inside, adding a third and then a fourth finger. By the time his fingers were gliding unhindered in her ass, Jenna was clutching at the mattress and sheets.
Removing his fingers, he pressed the crown of his shaft against her rosette. He was claiming her, proving that he was large and in charge of her. But Jenna no longer cared. She couldn’t deny that she wanted him. His fat, ruddy cock thrust in her back channel. With supreme control, Carter penetrated her little by little until he was buried balls-deep in her ass. Starbursts of pleasure erupted in a fiery tangle. Her pussy throbbed. He shuttled his cock in and out in short, fierce digs, electrifying her core to maddening heights of ecstasy.
His large body pressed hers into the mattress as he pounded his cock in her back channel. Her fingers dug into the sheets as he hammered inside her.
Oh god!
She was coming apart at the seams. He dominated her in every sense of the word, controlled her body, her pleasure, and she reveled in him. In the way he made her feel—so out of control but she knew, deep down, that he would protect her and offer her a soft place to land. Jenna had never felt so overwhelmed by her desire, nor as inherently feminine and submissive as she did in that moment.
She gave him what he wanted: her surrender. And she never wanted the mind-numbing lovemaking to end.
Carter’s hands gripped the backs of hers on the mattress and he threaded his fingers over hers. He held her, surrounded her, and pummeled her ass with such brutal precision, she couldn’t stop the moans. Oh, god. Her body drew taut as her climax neared.
“Sir.” She whimpered as pleasure stole her ability to think or reason.
“Come for me Jenna. Come,” he ordered on a low growl. The slap of his flesh thumping against hers filled her ears.
She gripped his hands and simply let go, trusting he would take her body where it needed to be. And she was richly rewarded. Carter slammed home and she exploded.
“Carter,” she cried at the cataclysmic volts of pleasure that ricocheted through her body. She trembled and quaked in his arms. Her body unraveled for him as she wailed.
“Ah, Jenna. Fuck, yeah!” He bellowed as he strained. His cock poured hot semen into her ass, setting off a secondary round of sparks in her system.
Jenna floated, her body weightless. Carter withdrew from her ass. Sh
e moaned as he removed the pillows from beneath her rear. Then he re-arranged her body against his. He lay on his back and pulled her close until she was pillowed up against him, spooning with him once more.
A sense of safety, of security settled over her. It was peaceful and calm, something she hadn’t realized she yearned to feel. But it was all there with his solid presence beneath her, his strong arms circling her. As she drifted back to sleep, she imagined she’d felt his knuckles lightly grazing her cheek—as though he cared for her.
But that couldn’t be. The big sasquatch only wanted her submission to prove he was a big bad Dom who wouldn’t let a sub get the better of him. Right?
Chapter 5
Jenna cracked a bleary eye open to the sunlight streaming in the windows. She was plastered against Carter. The big lug was potent, even while he dreamed. He had fans of inky lashes that most women would kill for. She studied him, glad to have the chance to do so without his piercing hazel eyes that utterly disarmed her or infuriated her with merely a glance. His brows were thick and arched above his expressive eyes. His square jaw was coated with black stubble, framing his wide lips—lips that knew how to kiss her brainless in less than five seconds, like he was some breed of superhuman, or just a really good Dom who knew his way around a woman’s body. He looked younger, the lines around his eyes more relaxed as he slept. Granted, that might have been because he’d gotten his rocks off a few times last night screwing her senseless.
At the thought of all the climaxes she’d experienced at his hands, her body purred and turned into a heated mass of need. So much for resisting him. Especially when she’d love to straddle his lap and do very bad things with him, starting with waking him up and riding him. He was a cowboy, she could enact the whole ‘save a horse’ motto that was popular these days.
With a small groan, she mentally kicked herself. No more hanky-panky with Carter or burrowing back beneath the covers for more shuteye. Jenna didn’t have a choice in the matter.
Duty called. Work wouldn’t get done on its own. Bills wouldn’t get paid if she didn’t put one foot in front of the other and do what needed to be done today.
Sliding from his bed, she tiptoed around the villa quietly to retrieve her clothing before she remembered that she didn’t have anything but the club blanket to wear back to her place. Wrapping the soft blanket around her shoulders, she escaped Carter’s lodge with him none the wiser. Naked, asleep, Carter looked so much more inviting than she wished he did.
Wearing nothing but the blanket, Jenna did the island equivalent of the walk of shame. Although, if she was honest, she didn’t regret last night. She may not have appreciated how she got there, but the end result had been quite simply the best sex of her life. She had to hand it to the sasquatch, he had rendered her brainless more than once and given her a boatload of orgasms.
In her apartment, she took a speedy shower while gulping coffee down to help fuel herself for the day ahead. Her cart was parked at the main hotel. Of course. Which meant she had to hot foot it across the island to get her day started on time. She was in and out of her apartment in under thirty minutes. She didn’t bother with drying her hair as the heat would take care of it for her, but had it scraped back into a high ponytail to keep it out of the way. Besides, in the humidity here, just like in her home state of Florida, her hair refused to behave, preferring to frizz and curl. So she tended to have it pulled back ninety percent of the time. And Doms loved a long ponytail so it was win-win.
Jenna reached the main hotel wondering why she’d bothered to take a shower at all, other than to remove the dried semen between her thighs—she was sweating and her day had barely begun. Already there were a myriad number of errands that required her assistance. At least it was easy work, and for the pay, she couldn’t complain.
Her morning sped by before she realized it was midday and she’d not stopped to eat yet. She had one more errand to run to the docks before she could take a lunch break. She exited the hotel, paying attention to the boxed lunches for the boat captains and not necessarily minding her surroundings.
In her defense, the man—for all his size—moved with the stealth of a panther and was bearing down on her. Anger seethed from him and his face could have been made from granite as he glared at her.
What had she done this time? Sometimes she wondered if she just pissed people off by merely existing.
“Where the hell have you been?” Carter snarled as he approached.
She raised a brow and gave him this well, duh glance, indicating what she carried in her hands and said, “At work. Look, I have to run these to the docks and get them to Derek and Shep.”
“Your job this week is me,” Carter said with possessiveness and finality, brooking no room for argument on her part.
Instead of kicking him in his very large shins, she huffed. “No, it’s not. Just because I’m submitting to you this week doesn’t mean I don’t have to work, Carter.”
He growled. “As your punishment—”
“Which I’ve already paid back in spades at this point for a minor infraction, Sir. I have to go. I will be back at your villa tonight and then you can have at it, all right?” she said, gesturing with a nod at her body.
“I’ll pay you. So then you don’t have to work this week,” he snapped.
She flinched like he’d struck her. Pay her. The man wanted to pay her to sleep with her. Jenna was a lot of things and had many faults, but she would never fuck someone for money and wasn’t about to start now. Her voice scathing, she replied, “Screw you, Carter. Do us both a favor and head back to Montana.”
“It’s Wyoming. And I’m not sure what the big deal is—”
“Which is precisely why you can go fuck yourself,” she retorted, spitting mad and seeing red. Before she did something terrible, like castrate the asshole, she hot-footed it away from him. She was certain de-manning a guest would surely get her fired.
* * *
Jenna worked the early shift at the club and debated with herself whether or not she should even go back to Carter’s lodge as she finished her shift. She was exhausted after today. A part of her wanted to give him the proverbial finger, head back to her apartment and lonely bed. But that course of action was reckless and wouldn’t be worth the momentary satisfaction of thumbing her nose at him should he report her dismissal to her boss. Rock and hard place were some of her best friends.
In the end, a saner head prevailed. She needed the job on the island. If she refused and Carter lodged a protest with Jared, she was sunk. To make the kind of money she did on the island, she’d have to work three jobs back home in Tampa.
She’d go to Carter’s, but hell if she was having sex with him tonight. And that was a non-negotiable line of demarcation. If he protested, she would be the one to lodge a complaint with Jared.
Her footsteps dragged as she got onto the elevator. Her feet ached from running around on them all day. Jenna rode the elevator up. The door slid open and she straightened her spine. Carter sat like a pissed off overlord on the leather chair in the living room. His face was as hard as granite, his gaze like razor blades as she entered.
“Strip and kneel,” he ordered in a clipped voice.
“No.” She refused his command, her hands going to her hips in a rebellious stance. She defied him with fury of her own bubbling to the surface.
“You’re really asking for a punishment today, aren’t you, darlin? Do you like being disciplined, is that it?” he asked quietly, barely moving a muscle. For all his control, his energy was like that of a panther ready to spring on its prey.
“No. I don’t like being compared to a whore and a prostitute. I won’t kneel or whatever the hell else you had planned for tonight,” she replied.
He shook his head and said, “I never compared you to that.”
She shifted her body, crossing her arms in front of her chest and murmured, “Oh, so you didn’t offer to pay me to fuck you this week? Would you like me to provide you with the definit
ion of prostitute? Because that’s what you turned me into today. If that’s what you’re looking for, I’m not it and I will leave now.”
His expression was contrite but then the sasquatch opened his mouth. “Darlin’, I didn’t mean to make it sound that way. But you overstepped—”
“I don’t care what fucking Dom rule I overstepped or boundary I crossed, you hurt me. You turned what we did last night into something cheap, and turned me into a whore. And no, we are not okay. I am not okay with what you said today. And nothing you can say or do right now will make it right. If you have any measure of respect for me at all, you will leave me be. I’ve had an incredibly long day and am taking a hot bath—alone, thank you. Then I plan on sleeping on the couch tonight. If you fight me on this, I walk, Carter,” she said, not minding her tone or watching her tongue. Then she walked past the living room—and him. She’d said her piece. The rest was up to him.
When she reached the door to the bathroom she sensed him at her back. She swiveled and said, “What?”
“I truly did not mean it that way, Jenna, and for that I am sorry. I can be difficult and like things a certain way. I will give you tonight. But then we will discuss our arrangement in the morning,” he said.
“Our arrangement. You mean the one where if I don’t submit to you this week, I lose my job? Like I have a choice in the matter,” she murmured and shut the door in his face. As she gave the lock a firm twist, she felt her shoulders sag at the sound of the mechanism latching.
* * *
Fuck!
Carter grimaced as he let himself out on the back deck. It was either that or stare at the firmly shut bathroom door. She’d locked him out. Not that he blamed her. He had been an ass. And he hadn’t meant what he’d said to her earlier to come off the way it had. Or perhaps a part of him had, as a way to maintain his distance from her. She tended to bring out his caveman instincts—which, on a good day, were rather daunting to say the least.