Modern Fairy Tale: Twelve Books of Breathtaking Romance

by Kristen Proby

  He guided her, encouraging her to take him faster and harder and deeper. He could handle the way her nails dug into the muscles of his ass, the way her teeth scraped lightly across the head of his dick.

  She pulled back, her tongue finding the slit of his cock. Pre-come pulsed out and she lapped it up. “I like the way you taste, too, Sir. Salty and rich.”

  “I’m glad you like it because you’re about to get a mouthful of me.” He wouldn’t be able to last long, not in the heat of her mouth, but it was better to come earlier here than when he got into her pussy. “Playtime is done, love. I want you to suck me until I come.”

  She gave his slit one last lick and then she took him hard into her mouth, sucking like a woman on a mission. She worked his cock, sucking in long passes, taking more and more with each try.

  He looked down at the cap of her hair as it swung back and forth. He gripped it, needing to take a bit of control because he seemed to have lost it everywhere else. “Swallow it all down, love. Swallow what I give you.”

  He wanted his come in her belly, wanted to know she was walking around with a little piece of him inside her. He was getting possessive about her. He tried to never do that, but watching Ashley take his dick made him understand how deep he was in. In that moment, he couldn’t see an end, didn’t want one. In that moment, he would be perfectly content to stay here with her, to never leave.

  His balls drew up tight and there was no fighting it. He forgot everything except the extreme pleasure of hitting the back of her throat. Soft heat strangled his flesh and he gave up. Pure sensation coursed through him as he came, his semen releasing in hard jets as she sucked him down.

  Peace settled over him as he was finally, blissfully empty and he could watch her. She licked him even as he softened, caressing him with her tongue. Her hands soothed his skin, cupping him gently now.

  She’d given and he could see the pleasure and pride she’d taken from it. God, she was perfect for him.

  He reached down. “Come here.”

  Her hands slipped into his. “Was I okay?”

  Someone had done a number on her ego, but he could fix that. “You’re the best I ever had.”

  “Really?”

  It was nothing less than the truth, and he realized his mother had been right. Sex was better with the person you loved. He’d thought he’d been in love before, but Ashley had proven him wrong. This was love. It had to be. He felt connected to her.

  He had to pray he could keep her.

  Just for a little while.

  Chapter Eight

  Ashley licked her lips, tasting him there. Satisfaction poured through her. She’d never given a man oral before, but Keith seemed more than happy with her. This was what she’d wanted. She realized that now. She could say she’d done it out of curiosity, but what she’d been looking for was connection. She felt so connected to him, so close. She’d never felt closer to a man. To her baby, yes, but never to a man, never to a lover.

  His hands cupped her face and he gave her one of those long, luscious kisses she was already addicted to. He seemed to flow into her, every motion fluid and easy to follow. He never made her feel awkward. Even when she was, the way he looked at her made the embarrassment flee.

  He might not want her to change at her core, but he had already changed things for her. She’d found her sexuality through him, discovered what it meant to give and take from a lover. Now she knew what it really felt like to be in a man’s arms.

  She didn’t count the times she’d had sex with Trevor. She’d given over to him because she thought she was in love and didn’t want to lose him. She’d been a foolish child and the consequences had caused her to grow up. This was what she wanted. She wanted Keith.

  His mouth left hers, finding the column of her throat and kissing his way down her skin. Everywhere he touched it seemed like a spark went through her.

  She started to reach for him, wanting so badly to participate. She suddenly remembered where they were. Sanctum. There were rules. “Can I touch you?”

  His head came up, his eyes confused. “Of course.”

  “I’ve heard some Doms…” she began.

  His hand found her hair, tightening to the right side of pain. “I’m not some Dom. I’m your Dom and when we’re making love, you damn well better touch me. If I don’t want you to touch me, I’ll tie you down.”

  She shivered because her scalp was suddenly alive. He managed to make parts of her body she’d never considered sensitive suddenly become erogenous zones. “You will?”

  “Fuck, yeah. I’m going to tie you up and put a spreader between your legs so you’re open for me. I’ll do whatever I want because you belong to me. Your body is my plaything. I’ll fuck you or torture you with a flogger. You won’t know what’s coming, but you’ll beg me for more.”

  She was ready to do that now, but he let go of her hair and dropped to his knees. His lips found her breast, pulling the nipple into his mouth and grazing her with his teeth. A low hiss came from her throat, but she knew to stand still. He might not care about protocol when it came to touching him, but she feared he wouldn’t like it when she wriggled and squirmed and tried to force him to play harder. He would get there, but on his time. She trusted him to take her where she needed to go.

  He tugged on her nipple, his hands moving around to palm her ass cheeks. They were so sensitive after the spanking. Every inch of her skin was alive for him.

  “Spread your legs for me.” The command rumbled over her nipple.

  She moved to give him the access he demanded. He shifted from one nipple to the other, teasing and licking and playing. He tortured her in the sweetest way with his teeth and tongue while his fingers started in on her pussy.

  He parted her labia, playing in the juice he’d drawn out of her. She was so wet and she knew she should be embarrassed by it. Ladies didn’t do things like get so aroused they soaked their undies. She was sure that’s what her mother would have said. Ladies didn’t get orgasms so Ashley decided she pretty much was okay with being a woman. Being a sub was even better because subs got their asses spanked and pussies played with by nasty, filthy, sexy Doms.

  Her head fell back because she couldn’t be bothered to hold it up a second longer. She didn’t want to do anything except let Keith have his way with her.

  He worked two fingers into her pussy, stretching her gently. “Fuck, you’re going to be so tight.”

  From what she’d seen of his big cock, that was going to prove to be true. He was spectacularly well endowed. She’d never had a shot at simply looking at a man. She’d loved getting to see his cock, with its big plum-shaped head and thick stalk. The tiny slit on the tip had wept with salty juice. She could still taste him on her tongue.

  She’d never felt as sexy as she had when she’d sucked his cock. He’d been her slave in that moment. He’d belonged to her.

  His lips moved down her belly, his tongue briefly delving into her naval. It tickled, making her laugh.

  “I’ll remember that in the future, pretty lady.” He rubbed his nose in her belly button, making her laugh again.

  Crap. Her Dom had figured out how ticklish she was. That would truly be torture. “I promise I’ll behave.”

  “Yes, you will because you’re a good sub.” His eyes came up, staring straight into her. “You’re a good sub, Ashley.”

  Funny how simple words could threaten to bring her to her knees. No one ever put it so simply. That she was good. That she was worthy.

  He stood up, towering over her. “You’re good, Ashley. I’m proud to have you wearing this. I want to get you a better one.”

  He touched the delicate chain around her neck. She didn’t tell him that she’d stopped taking it off after their sessions. She knew their relationship was based in the club, but she liked the reminder. She touched it often throughout the day, whenever she thought about him.

  “I like it, but I’ll wear whatever you prefer, Sir.”

  He kissed her agai
n, softly this time. “I like you wearing nothing but my collar.”

  He kicked off his boots and leathers, and she was finally able to see him in all his glory. The man obviously worked out. Every muscle was lean and sculpted. His shoulders were broad, his abs a tight six-pack. He had those sexy notches at his hips that she’d only seen in magazines and the movies. He was totally drool worthy and she was carrying a good ten pounds she didn’t need. Maybe fifteen.

  “Hey, don’t make me spank you again. You stay here with me.” He put his hands on her shoulders, gently jostling her back to reality. “I don’t want to know what you were thinking, do I?”

  She shook her head. “Probably not.”

  He brought their hips together. “Do you feel that? That is not some minor erection. I am really fucking hard, love. I came a few minutes ago. I’m not some twenty-year-old who walks around with an erection all day every day. I need some recovery time. Usually. But not with you. Touch it.”

  It was so much easier to not think when he was topping her. All she had to do was let go and follow his very reasonable orders. She gripped his cock, already knowing what he liked. He preferred a firm grip. And she loved to hold that big hard-on in her hand, to feel the steel under all that soft skin.

  “It’s for you.” He kissed her forehead while she worked his cock, an oddly sentimental gesture.

  Did he know what she would already do for him? She was in so deep and she knew damn well she should pull away, but she couldn’t. Even after everything Trevor put her through, she couldn’t stop her stupid heart from falling for Keith. “I want you inside me, Sir.”

  He was already inside her, but she wouldn’t tell him how much. He was a voice talking to her, giving her strength, replacing the crappy voices that told her all the things she couldn’t do. He was the one who told her she could do it. He told her she was worthy. Now he would tell her she was good. She couldn’t tell him how much he meant to her because he was nervous about the whole commitment thing. She wasn’t sure what had happened, but someone had done a number on him. She had to show him how nice it was to be together, and right now the only place she could do that was in Sanctum.

  He kissed her again, pumping his cock against her palm. “I want you, too. I want you more than my next breath.”

  He laid her out on the bed. The silky softness of the spread blanketed her tender backside. He stood over her, so strong and powerful and masculine.

  And likely virile. Yeah, she’d learned that lesson. “Do we have a condom?”

  His eyes went blank for a moment. “Ashley, I don’t….yeah, there has to be something here. These rooms are well equipped.” He opened the nightstand and came back with a small plastic packet.

  “Did I say something wrong?” She didn’t like the way his eyes had dimmed, his mouth turning down. Something about her question had spooked him. “I’m sorry. I’m not on the pill. I haven’t had to be.”

  He ripped the package open. “No problem, love, but I assure you I’m perfectly clean so let’s get you on the pill. I have zero intentions of sleeping with anyone else while we’re together.”

  He rolled the condom on his dick and tossed his big body on the bed beside her.

  Somehow, she’d thought he would attack her. He was on his back, stroking himself when he should be on top of her. She turned on her side. “Should I be doing something?”

  His smile was back. “Ah, you surprise me every time. I suspected I would have at least three minutes until you got up the courage to ask.”

  “You’re really underestimating my need to come.” Wow. That popped out of her mouth, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to relax again.

  “And you’re underestimating my need to show you how different I am. The other men took you, didn’t they? They spread your legs and fucked you and then rolled right off.”

  She sighed a little. He always had to talk. He talked about the sex and the feelings and shit. “There was only one guy, Keith. But it’s pretty much how you said it was. I didn’t like it. I was nineteen when I finally gave in and had sex with Trevor. He went away to college, but I would see him when he came home. I’m pretty sure now that he was probably screwing everything he could while he was away, but at the time I thought it was true love.”

  Keith stared at her, intent in his eyes. “I want you to have sex with me because you want to. So you’re going to take me this first time. You’re going to go at your pace and show me how you like it.”

  “But I don’t know how I like it.” And she couldn’t tell him that no matter how much she liked the sex, she wouldn’t be sleeping with him if she wasn’t falling for him. Deep down, no matter how she tried to change and grow, she feared she would always equate love and sex.

  He pulled on her hand, tugging her up. “Then let’s find out. Come on, love. Have mercy on a man. I’m dying here.”

  She slung her leg over, straddling his lean hips. From this vantage, she could watch his chest rise and fall, see the hot look in his eyes. Power. He was giving it to her. He was ceding control because he wanted her to learn something important. That she could take as well as give. That both were important in a relationship.

  His cock was already straining against her flesh. Keith might be patient, but his cock seemed to be seeking a way in. She rolled her hips, letting it run along the seam of her labia, jutting up to hit her clit. The promise of pleasure sparked through her and she did it again and again, letting his cockhead rub her clit.

  “You’re going to kill me,” Keith said, his jaw a tight line.

  She flexed up slightly and his dick was suddenly at her entrance. So big. He was big and thick. His hands gripped her hips, helping her to lower herself down.

  Inch by delicious inch, she took him inside. He stretched her, but she was so wet there was no pain, just an amazingly full feeling. She slid down and then back up, her pussy devouring his cock.

  He watched, his head turned down. “It’s so fucking hot.”

  She couldn’t see, but she loved the fact that his eyes were on her, on the place where their bodies were made into one.

  She couldn’t take the heat a second longer. She had to move. Gravity did its work and she slid down, taking his whole cock to the base.

  “That’s right, love. Take all of me. Fuck me hard. I want it.”

  So did she. Power and arousal swamped her as she rode him. Awkward at first, but his hands helped her find the rhythm.

  Instinct took over, all her insecurities and worries fleeing in the face of raw desire. His hands came up to cup her breasts, tugging at her nipples and adding a layer of sensation. She moved her hips, rocking on him until she found the perfect spot and went flying.

  She called out his name. Pleasure swamped her, making her forget every bit of good sense she had. “Keith. Oh, god, Keith, I love you.”

  He bucked beneath her, his gorgeous face grimacing as he held her tight and poured his orgasm out.

  She fell on top of him, blood thrumming through her as the last of the orgasm faded and reality settled in.

  Maybe she hadn’t said it out loud. Maybe he hadn’t noticed. Maybe they could go on like she hadn’t said anything at all.

  He was still underneath her, only his chest moving up and down with the force of his breaths.

  She rolled off him, feeling every bit as awkward as she had the first time she’d had sex. That first time had been painful for her body, but she got the feeling her heart might get torn up this time around.

  Smile. She could smile her way through it. If she acted like it didn’t mean anything, it would free him to do the same. She took a long breath and turned on her side, placing her hand on his chest. “Well, that made up for all the bad sex from before, Sir.”

  His whole face tightened. “Ashley…”

  She was saved by a hard knock to the door and her sister’s voice. “Ashley? I’m sorry to interrupt, but I need to talk to you now.”

  Her heart nearly stopped. “Is something wrong with Emily
?”

  It was the only reason her sister would disrupt her night. She rolled out of bed. There were two robes hanging on the wall near the bathroom, and she quickly shrugged into one of them. All thoughts about her awful scene were shoved aside as she opened the door.

  She could hear Keith moving in the background, but all she could see was her sister’s pale face. Her heart dropped. “What happened?”

  Jill held out a hand. “Emily’s safe for now.”

  “What do you mean ‘for now’?” She didn’t like the sound of that.

  “Karina needs to talk to you. Keith, you should come, too.” Jill nodded to the man who walked up behind Ashley.

  “I don’t want to interfere with family business,” Keith said, keeping a noticeable distance.

  Ashley couldn’t think about that now. Karina had found out something. Something that affected Emily. Keith never even wanted to talk about her daughter. He wouldn’t want to get involved in whatever was going on with Emily. “You don’t have to come. I’ll see you when I see you.”

  “He’s your Dom,” Jill argued. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at him. “Is this what being a Dom means to you, Keith? You fuck her and then walk away and leave her to deal with everything else? Well, I guess you’re not much better than her last boyfriend then. Come on. They’re set up in the conference room, but you need to change into street clothes.”

  “Why?” She didn’t want to take the time to get dressed. Karina wouldn’t care if she was naked.

  “Because they caught your stalker and he’s talking up a storm,” Jill explained.

  “Stalker?” Keith asked, his voice going dark. “What the hell is she talking about?”

  “She didn’t tell you?” Jill softened a bit. “I should have known. She’s had someone following her for days.”