Consume Me (A Burning Desire Novel)

by R. F. Allie

  "I felt rejected, because I've never stripped in front of anyone, nor did I ever want someone this forcefully."

  I guess my words got through him; because in one swift movement, I was on the bed. Landon over me kissing me passionately, pushing his tongue deep inside my throat, groaning. It took me a moment to realize it; I pulled at his hair returning equally passionate kisses.

  He stopped the kiss.

  "I'm breaking the rule; just this once, just to prove to you that I want you more than I’d ever wanted anything."

  I didn't care less about what he was saying, all I wanted was kiss him and feel him deep inside me.

  When he brought his hands and cupped my breasts, I could've sworn that he breathed life back into me. There was something about the way his palm felt on my skin that made me hotter. I moaned my relief in his throat and nibbled my way across his jaw, he took one nipple between his teeth, stilling piercing eyes on mine.

  I couldn't look away; I was hypnotized by the lust in his gaze. My eyes begged for more.

  "Please, Landon."

  I couldn't bear it any longer.

  "Tell me what you want baby."

  He knew damn well what I wanted, after the fight we just had; it couldn't have been any more obvious.

  I pushed against his cock and moaned.

  “Stop biting that lip, just say it."

  "You… inside me… now!"

  It wasn't a plea, it was a damn order, yet he didn't budge.

  Damn control freak!

  "Tell me how much you want me; tell me how much you need to feel me inside your tight little cunt."

  He spoke the words biting his way across every inch between my breasts through my navel.

  "Is it as much as I want you?”

  “Is it as much as I need you?"

  It was torture; a divine torture. I was trembling with need and wanton.

  His raspy, sexy voice took me even higher.

  Landon spoke slowly, and every sound against my skin, hit every nerve.

  "Do you actually know how much I want you?"

  "Please, Landon, I can't stand it anymore."

  It was definitely a plea.

  He steadied himself on his knees between my thighs and plunged two fingers inside me.

  “Yes."

  It felt so good.

  "Your body is always so responsive, so expressive. But I need to hear the words."

  He kept moving his fingers, rotating inside me.

  I shut my eyes close.

  "Open your eyes."

  His breath came in my ear. He levered himself on one elbow, but didn't stop the torturous rhythm.

  "You need to know that I respect my rules Clea. They represent my way of life; they allow me control and guidance.”

  He kept pushing in and out; his voice so low and hot.

  “I need more you Clea; I’ve never needed anyone like I need you right now.”

  Take me for god sake; I’m right there with you.

  “I can’t think of anywhere better to be other than buried deep inside you.”

  I couldn’t speak; I was on the edge of tears; just one blink away.

  “But you see; giving up my word doesn’t sit well with me.”

  What?

  “So before we do anything; before I let you come. I’m going to establish some new rules.”

  “Now?”

  I squirmed; he was doing that torturing thing, bringing me ever so close then stilling. My thoughts were amorphous.

  “Yes now.”

  He announced; stilling his harrowing fingers inside me.

  “Rule #6: Every time you break one of our rules; I get to punish you.”

  “Punish me?”

  My voice faltered.

  “Yes.” He asserted.

  “How?”

  I blinked; I couldn’t understand what he’d meant.

  “Well for instance; right after I let you come in about two or maybe three minutes. I’m not going to fuck you.”

  “You’re not?”

  That was punishment alright.

  “Not before I punish you; no.”

  I took a harsh breath and shook my head scrambling my thoughts together.

  “So if not fucking me isn’t the punishment; what is?”

  My voice sounded acerbic.

  “Spanking you will be the punishment.”

  I stared at him in disbelief.

  “I really, really want to spank you Miss Dane.”

  My breath hitched. I didn’t know if he was serious. I would’ve done anything for him.

  I was shocked; also turned on, but mostly shocked.

  I thought it a joke, but, at that moment, the sparkle in his eyes was far from any pleasantries.

  "You see, we either stop this or get back to it after a day or two, or we establish the rule right now and I spank you, then, fuck you!"

  It’s ridiculous, would he seriously stop?

  Who was I kidding, of course he would.

  I had to debate the idea. I had never imagined myself being spanked; I’ve never imagined myself succumbing to that kind of kinky. But something got alert at that moment.

  I thought about how I enjoyed the nipple pinching; I couldn’t hurt myself enough to get the pleasure he’d given me with his own. But was it the same as getting spanked?

  Was Landon Davis some kind of sadistic personality?

  "Will... Will you hurt me?"

  I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth, and neither did he, giving the look of surprise on his features.

  "Yes, but it will also arouse you."

  I was already turned on by the idea.

  I chose to rethink the disturbing reaction another time.

  My insides clutched with need and desire; I was as afraid as I was turned on.

  "O...okay."

  I felt a little self-conscious; I couldn’t look him in the eyes.

  Landon nodded in silence; his expression was confusing. He was surprised, but somehow defeated. I couldn't understand it.

  He urged his stroke against my clit. Simultaneously, pushing his fingers inside me. I clenched, spasming forcefully around him.

  I didn’t know how he could be more powerful than any gadget in the world. It had felt lest moot than my own stroking under the shower and kept me going throughout the day.

  But his hands, his affect.

  It was unconditionally satisfying.

  Once my breathing had calmed, Landon gestured for me to stand up and I complied. Then, he sat on the bed and extended his hand to me.

  I took it hesitantly, because somehow, I felt a strange change in his mood. His eyes were blazing, not with lust.

  Although it was there.

  But I had the distinct feeling that he felt powerful.

  "Lie down across my knee."

  He ordered; I felt the need to comply.

  I did as he asked; he placed his left leg over both of mine, and angled my upper body against the mattress. I felt vulnerable, yet aroused.

  Something was seriously wrong with me.

  "From now on, every time you break a rule or make me somehow break mine; I'll punish you."

  He whispered in a very controlling and commandeering way.

  "Trust me Clea; this is for your benefit. You have no idea how gratifying it can be to work by your own terms, to know your own limits. With time; you’ll learn not to defy me and appreciate every aspect of our relationship."

  Will you just do it already!

  "Your silence means that you think you'll have your way, but if tonight is any indication, you know I'm serious."

  I nodded, depends how this will work.

  "I'm going to spank you ten times, and then I'll fuck you senseless."

  He started caressing my cheeks, squeezing them, fondling them gently.

  I tensed every time he moved his hand away apprehending the first hit, but he just kept caressing me, patiently.

  "Such a beautiful delicate skin."

  Sna
p! Ouch!

  I was distracted by his words when the first blow came. I cried out in surprise. He caressed the cheek he hit and abruptly hit the other.

  My eyes sprung open the second time. It was harder, but I didn't move.

  It was humiliating enough; I wasn't going to add my goody-two-shoes act and pretend I was hurt; or really shocked.

  He caressed me again, where he'd hit me, and then moved to the other cheek. I shut my eyes, panting and scared. He picked up his rhythm, with less fondling. It was hard to take, he never hit me in the same place, and he kept spreading the stinging pain.

  The worst thing about what was happening was that he never said a word. I wanted some reassurance that it was somehow okay for him to do it; that humiliation wasn’t the purpose of all that; but rather just a reaction from my low self-esteem getting on the surface.

  I buried my face in the sheets, I couldn't see him, and I wasn't about to show him how much it was hurting.

  What got my attention; other than his affliction, was his breathing. It was ragged and quick. I could also feel his heartbeat rummage through his veins.

  By the ninth blow, he spoke slowly.

  "Your ass looks beautiful, blood running through, the mark of my palm."

  He paused for a beat then gave that one last blow.

  "I love it!"

  He started stroking my behind, it burned and stung. I couldn't believe I’d managed to go through it all, I wanted him to stop, yet I didn't ask him to. I don't know if it was my ego begging me to keep still, or the way I felt deep inside.

  He inserted two fingers again, inside me. I cried out by surprise. He brought them to my mouth.

  "See how wet you are? Suck!"

  I did as he asked and tasted myself for the second time since I’d met him. It was all too demeaning, yet disturbingly hot.

  He moved and steadied me on weakened knees; I could barely stand for a second.

  The moment I sat on the edge of the bed, I regretted it.

  "Ouch!" I stood up quickly rubbing my cheeks, they were burning up.

  He removed a condom and swiftly rolled it on his erection. He gently pushed me to the bed and placed me in a kneeling position; he kept caressing my sore behind for a moment then placed his hands on both my breast and slammed inside me.

  "Aah." I breathed out

  Finally.

  It felt like some kind of recompense to me.

  I closed my eyes and concentrated on the pure pleasure of feeling him inside me, he was thrusting with steady movements, hitting me to my core, squeezing my hardened nipples. I moaned with each intensified pound, my head sinking in an exquisite feeling. He leaned against me and placed my hair to my left shoulder tracing kisses, groaning.

  I steadied myself on one hand and brought the other to his neck, I wanted to kiss him, I didn't want it to be fucking, I wanted it lovemaking.

  "Kiss me… Please."

  I panted and he pulled me to him in a kiss, pounding inside me. It was mind-blowing.

  With long, hard thrusts, my body shattered around him and I cried out his name repeatedly in a powerful orgasm.

  "Oh, Clea."

  He stilled me; my back against his chest.

  He kept pounding inside me, relentless. I couldn’t take it anymore.

  Landon grabbed my breasts and pulled them between his fingers. He squeezed them bluntly extracting a loud cry.

  I unraveled.

  “Touch yourself baby.”

  I had no focus to do anything to myself.

  “I got you; touch yourself.”

  He spoke between divine pinches and thrusts. I was barely there.

  I complied with his demand and started stoking myself.

  It was seraphic; a forceful panacea of sensation. He pulled at my nipples; I blanked stroking myself rapidly and violently.

  Between his relentless, guided thrusts, my own strokes and his expert fingers; my body stiffened. I was coming undone.

  “Hold it baby; not yet.”

  He growled through his teeth.

  What!

  How could I possibly hold it? I was going out of mind and over the precipice.

  He hardened his pinches; the pain struck me to the darkest places inside me.

  “Please.”

  I begged; I was pushing away the building pressure. It felt like an order and I didn’t want to defy him.

  “Landon.”

  I whimpered.

  I was like some kind of balloon just full of pressure; ready to explode.

  “Now Baby, come for me.”

  He slammed inside me.

  I cried out; loudly for the first time. I screamed out my climax and exploded around him. I squeezed him endlessly. He cried out finding his own release, pouring himself into me.

  Landon collapsed on his back and brought me with him. I lay on top of him, both panting and breathing erratically.

  He traced circles around my navel, steadying his breath in the crook of my neck.

  I had never experienced such a celestial emotion.

  The pain mixed with twice the pleasure. It was mind-blowing.

  I flexed me numb fingers, I was spent and sated; more than ever.

  "Are you okay, baby?"

  He asked gently.

  I thought about his question, I didn't know how to describe it, because, other than a sore behind; I was over the moon.

  It felt like, he understood me; he cared for my needs, and knew exactly what to do to me.

  Just like he’d said.

  I rolled myself back on the mattress and turn to him; I felt a little ashamed by the way everything had happened, the stripping, the crying, the fight, the spanking and the fucking.

  Then it hit me, and at that moment, my happiness faded.

  Was that what people called…

  "Did you pity sex me?"

  I didn't process the words; I said it like I felt it.

  "Pity sex you?"

  Landon was baffled; but it didn’t reassure me.

  "For fuck sake Clea, stop demeaning yourself!"

  That time he sounded angry.

  "I don't know, I thought, maybe the way I reacted earlier, you just had to do it."

  I couldn't look at him.

  He pulled my chin and leveled my gaze.

  He had the most mesmerizing gaze.

  "Had to do it?"

  He whispered in disbelief. , and then smiled.

  "I'm not in the habit of doing things I'm not interested in doing Miss Dane."

  He propped himself on his elbow and cupped my cheek.

  "What I just did to you, I very much wanted to do it."

  He leaned closer and pressed a swift kiss on the tip of my nose.

  "I needed to; more so, after the awful news I’d gotten about my case.”

  He paused.

  “Also I admit; I'm very much looking forward to the next time you defy me; and I get the feeling that it won't be long before you do it.”

  He grinned at me.

  "You mean the spanking?"

  My voice was small and shaky.

  "Yes, the spanking."

  "What about the other parts?"

  "Oh Clea; being inside you is my favorite place in the world, if it was possible, I would live there forever."

  Oh? Sounded about right!

  I blushed at the admission.

  "Now, how do you really feel?"

  He insisted.

  "Physically, sore, but otherwise sated… and very blissful."

  He smiled.

  "I wish I could say the same."

  What? But…

  “I'll never get enough of you, Miss Dane; never."

  He explained.

  Phew! That was more like it.

  He scooped up the condom and leaned to press a kiss on my forehead, then walked to the bathroom.

  I avoided any kind of movement that would hurt my sensitive backside. I thought about the experience I'd just had, the way it made me feel.

  I wouldn't say
that I liked it.

  It really did hurt, a lot.

  But the way I unconsciously reacted to the pain, it didn't compare to the nipple pinching.

  That... I really loved.

  Yet I was bathed in this glowing satisfied feeling. It was so confusing.

  Landon walked back inside the room, gloriously and beautifully naked. He walked to the night stand and put a tiny bottle on it, then extended a hand to me. I rose stiffly to a sitting position and pressed a kiss to his torso. He stroked my hair gently and nuzzled it.

  "Lie down on your stomach baby."

  I shifted as he asked.

  "I'll rub some cream, it will relief the burning feeling."

  He said gently, squirting some liquid on his palm. I was thankful for the cool sensation, I’d needed it. He gently rubbed my sensitive skin, ever tenderly; I lost myself in his touch. He went all the way up my back and down my thighs, his hands felt like heaven.

  Ironic really.

  They were the same ones who brought the pain he was trying to calm.

  "There, now let's go sleep."

  He climbed beside me and covered us. I was laid on my front, my head turned to face him.

  "Can I ask you a question?"

  I was sure I didn't want to ask it, but lately it'd seemed like my mouth was completely disconnected from my brain.

  "Anything, baby."

  He said stroking my messed up curls. I should’ve showered. They would’ve been better in the morning.

  I hesitated for a second.

  "Have you, um, had you done it before?"

  "Done what before?"

  He prompted.

  I cleared my throat.

  "The spanking, have you done it before?"

  He paused; he was searching his head for a way to answer it. I could tell.

  “Yes."

  He nodded.

  "A lot?"

  "Yes."

  I was a little shocked, but also, and whatever unknown reason, jealous.

  "You do it to all your girlfriends?"

  I insisted, and he shifted uncomfortably.

  "No, only the ones who like it."

  Huh?

  "But I didn't."

  "Rule #2 Clea; and anyway, I don't care. This time, I only did it for me."

  He explained. I was completely at a loss.

  "But you said..."

  "I know what I said, but I only did it because I wanted to. Ergo, for my pleasure."

  "So you're a sadist?"

  I was dumbfounded.

  He frowned; quiet for a moment.

  "No, I'm a dominant!"