Craving HIM (Serving HIM Vol. 7)

by Parker, M. S.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Book Description

  Note From The Authors:

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  All series from M. S. Parker

  Acknowledgement

  About The Authors

  Craving HIM

  By Cassie Wild and M.S. Parker

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2015 Belmonte Publishing LLC

  Published by Belmonte Publishing LLC.

  Book Description

  When I first met Dominic Snow, he literally saved me from falling. I never dreamed I'd end up working for him. And I certainly didn't plan on falling in love with him. We were an unlikely couple, far from conventional in his social circles, but I always assumed that if we'd made it through those first couple months, nothing could break us apart.

  Twenty-one year-old Aleena Davison has it all. A job she loves and that pays well. An amazing, gorgeous man who happens to be rich and everything she could ever want in a lover.

  She's put up with a lot to keep this life, but what she faces now might be too much. Can she and Dominic get through it, or will their fairy tale come crashing down around them?

  Don’t miss Craving HIM, the hot and steamy sequel to Serving HIM.

  Note From The Authors:

  Craving HIM is a stand-alone novel following the events that happened in Serving HIM. It is highly recommend to read or re-read Serving HIM before starting Craving HIM. You can find the complete Box Set of Serving HIM on sale and FREE in Kindle Unlimited. CLICK HERE TO DOWNLOAD.

  Chapter 1

  Aleena

  Blood roared in my ears.

  The need to come was so overwhelming I couldn’t think past anything beyond that pulsing ache. But Dominic had told me not to come until he gave me permission. He’d told me not to even make a sound and, beyond the harsh, heavy pants of my breath, I wasn’t. Not out loud at least. In my head, I was screaming.

  He had me bound to a new toy, as he’d called it. I wasn't exactly naïve, but when I heard the word toy, this wasn't even close to what popped into my mind. It was a padded bench with restraints for my hands and knees—and other parts of me. When he’d handed me my collar and told me he had a surprise for me, I hadn’t known what to think.

  I did now.

  This thing was a device of pure, sensual torture.

  I couldn’t move much of anything.

  I was bound to a bar by my collar and wrists. He’d bound my thighs to the raised platform and then my ankles to the cuffs on the thigh restraints. Essentially, I was hog-tied.

  And then there were these fucking panties. Except they weren’t just regular panties. Sure, they were a deep red silk that looked amazing against my golden skin, but they weren't simply a sexy pair of underwear. The front was fitted with a vibrator that pressed against my clitoris, and I couldn't even move enough to get relief.

  It was torture.

  It was bliss.

  He pressed a button on the remote he held and the vibrator kicked up in intensity.

  I might have disobeyed and screamed, except Dominic chose that moment to shove his cock between my lips. He didn't thrust all the way in and gag me, but it was enough that my body automatically struggled against it.

  His little toy put me in position for all sorts of play. One of the reasons he'd purchased this particular device, he'd explained while he'd been strapping me into it.

  He pulled out and I sucked in precious air before his cock slid back into my mouth, my lips stretching wide around him. Even with my head hazy from the myriad sensations coursing through me, I could still appreciate the feel and weight of him, the taste of him. I didn't think I could ever get enough.

  “I bet you’d love to come now.”

  I didn’t respond to the raw, husky purr of his voice. He hadn’t asked a question, which meant, according to the rules he set up when we started, I wasn't allowed to speak.

  But when he pulled out again, he asked, “Do you want to come?”

  “Yes, Sir.” I wanted it so badly, I hurt. My entire body was throbbing, pulsing with need.

  “I’m not ready for you to come. What do you think of that?”

  Shaking against the restraints, I pressed my forehead to the padded surface and responded, “Whatever you want, Sir.”

  Some people didn't understand this sort of relationship. Hell, I hadn't really gotten it at first. Now, I loved giving over control to him. Knowing that I could trust him completely, trust him to take care of me, of what I needed, it was a relief. Granted, when my body was screaming for release and he made me wait, it didn't always seem like a good thing, even sometimes a little cruel. But I knew he'd make it all worthwhile. He always did. Always.

  “Good girl.” He twisted his fingers into my dark curls and tugged my head back up.

  I automatically opened for him when he nudged my mouth with the head of his cock. My tongue flicked across the top and he made a pleased sound as he slid inside. He was so beautiful. I loved that I could make him respond like that. A groan escaped me before I could stop it, but he didn’t say anything, just kept stroking the thick length in and out of my mouth, letting himself go deeper each time.

  I wasn't even aware that I'd been shifting my legs, trying to press my thighs together, until he grabbed my hair again and twisted my head up so that I could see his face.

  He was one of those men who would always look young, even when his golden hair was streaked with gray. He purposefully kept some scruff to make himself look closer to his age. I also suspected he liked tormenting me by rubbing his cheeks against the inside of my thighs when he went down on me.

  “Are you trying to make yourself come?” he demanded.

  “No.” I flexed my fingers, wishing I could grab on to something, anything, to let out at least some of this tension. “Please, Dominic. I need...” I couldn't find the words to articulate what I was feeling, but I knew he understood.

  His blue eyes burned even brighter. Lust. Love. Desire. They were all there.

  He disappeared from my sightline, but I knew he was still close. I felt him. His hands spread out over my hips and I gasped as he dragged my panties down. The vibration against my clit stopped and I barely managed to keep from whimpering in protest...and relief.

  That was what he did. Took me to the line between pain and pleasure, and danced us across it, teaching me all of the wonderful ways he could make me scream, make me come.

  He chuckled and slid his hand between my thighs, pushing two fingers inside me. I squeezed my eyes closed as I struggled to control myself.

  “You’re so wet,” he said as he began to twist and curl his fingers.

  I tried to move back against him, but I was t
ied too tightly. Fisting my hands in frustration, I tightened around his fingers.

  “Patience.” Dominic lightly swatted my ass, his tone telling me he was more amused than annoyed at my actions.

  “Dominic, please.” When I got to this point, I was never above begging.

  “Keep it up and I’m going to gag you, Aleena.” There was a warning in his words, his voice taking on the authoritative sound he used when he wanted to make it clear who was in charge.

  I gulped, my stomach clenching. I wasn't sure if it was dread or anticipation. He chuckled and bent over me, his body covering mine. I shivered at the feel of his skin against mine.

  “Is that something else I need to introduce to you, hmmm?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He rubbed his cheek against mine, his whiskers rough enough to burn. He straightened and I almost whimpered at the loss of contact. Six months I'd known him, and we'd been having sex regularly for four, but I still couldn't get enough of him.

  When his hands caught my hips again, I curled my fingers into my palms, my body trembling with anticipation.

  But he didn’t drive into me the way I’d hoped.

  That was all I needed, one hard, fast thrust and I could have climaxed. No, he hadn’t given me permission yet, and if I came before he said I could...something low inside me twisted at the thought of being punished.

  The thick, heavy width of his cock stretched me as he eased his way deep inside. This wasn't him being gentle with me, I knew. This was yet another of his many exquisite torture techniques. I began to shake, the need to come tightening my entire body, squeezing around him until I heard him swear. He pulled back out and paused, only the tip of him still resting inside me. Even though I knew I couldn't, I tried to move back, to force him deeper.

  His fingers brushed against the seam of my ass and I made a strangled sound. Was it possible for someone to actually explode from not being allowed to come?

  He pushed into me harder, faster, but still didn't give me permission. “Don’t come.”

  “Please…I need it!” I pleaded, my eyes closed with the effort to keep back the tide.

  “Don’t!” There was no playfulness in his voice now, nothing but pure, raw command.

  Then he pushed his thumb inside my ass and I bit my lip until I tasted blood. Even that was barely enough to hold it back. The pressure inside me was pushing at the surface, desperate to escape. He thrust into me, going deeper and faster until the bench I was strapped to was rocking in time with his strokes. Air was pushed from my lungs in harsh bursts and my eyes burned with tears. It didn't seem possible that a person could feel this much at one time.

  Then…finally… “Come, Aleena!”

  I broke with a long, low wail, my vision graying out on me.

  ***

  I was still dazed when Dominic carried me to bed—the one in our bedroom rather than the one in the playroom.

  As he laid me down, I tried to focus on his familiar face, but I couldn’t. My lids were heavy, and nothing seemed or felt real. Nothing but the warmth of his hands as he brushed my hair aside.

  He removed the soft velvet collar and I made a low sound of protest. Some people might've considered wearing a collar degrading, but there was no humiliation or shameful aspect to the sex between Dominic and me. He'd bought the collar for me as a way of showing that we belonged to each other. I wasn't the only woman he'd had this kind of sex with, but I was the only woman he'd put a collar on. The only woman he'd ever claimed.

  He chuckled and bent over to kiss my cheek. “I’ll be back.”

  I half-drifted, lying there. Not really waiting for him, really, just enjoying the blissed-out exhaustion that came with this sort of complete surrender. I’d never known it was possible to feel like this, not until Dominic.

  The bed shifted beneath me and this time, I managed to open my eyes and focus on his face. They closed again as he pressed a washcloth between my thighs and began to clean, washing away his cum and the slickness from my own orgasm. Heat flooded my face and Dominic laughed softly.

  “You let me expose, touch and taste every part of you, beg me to let you come and then you blush when I clean you up?”

  I opened my eyes just so I could glare at him. “That's different.”

  He shook his head. “You’re mine,” he reminded me. “Mine in all ways…including mine to take care of.”

  The possessiveness in his tone warmed me and my discomfort melted away. He left again and returned a moment later. I watched as he sat back down, completely comfortable in his own nudity as he lifted one of my wrists. He rubbed his thumb over the reddened area and then picked up the lotion he’d brought with him. I sighed as he started to rub the lotion in. He worked in silence, finding each place the restraints or his hands had left a mark and soothing it with a gentle touch.

  When he caught my hair and brushed it away to study my neck, I shivered, goosebumps breaking out over my flesh. I was getting chilly now that the sweat had dried and the heat of everything was fading away.

  He caught a blanket from the foot of the bed and dragged it up until it covered me. “Better?”

  “Yes.” I stared into his eyes, caught by how beautiful he was. How mine he was.

  I lifted a hand and touched his cheek. “I love you.”

  He dipped his head and pressed his lips against mine in a firm, but chaste, kiss. “I love you.”

  He went back into the bathroom and I heard the water running as he cleaned himself up. A few moments later, he was back and sliding under the covers next to me. He wrapped his arms around me and I settled against his chest. I closed my eyes, feeling warm and protected and complete.

  This, I thought, was about as close to perfection as life could get.

  Chapter 2

  Dominic

  The sound of my mother’s voice on the phone was bizarre. Intense, wonderful…but still bizarre.

  Three weeks had passed since I’d met my birth mother, Cecily Cole, and there were days when I had to stop and think about everything that had happened, remind myself that it had happened at all. Then I’d start to brace myself and wonder if today was the day that something was going to go wrong.

  In my experience, something always went wrong. I couldn’t help thinking that way. It was how my life worked, how it had always worked. Happiness was fleeting in my experience, a shallow sort of thing that usually revolved around a decent Sub or a good bottle of scotch, maybe a business venture that distracted me from the mess that was my mind.

  That had all changed, though. Because of Aleena. My world had changed because of her.

  “Dominic,” Cecily said, her voice warm and full of a love that still baffled me. “I was thinking that perhaps we could get together this weekend and have dinner. I’d like to see you and Aleena again.”

  Automatically, I checked the calendar that Aleena kept updated on my phone. I'd been a bit worried that when we'd started sleeping together, she’d insist I get a new personal assistant, but she hadn't and, so far, our personal life hadn't been a hindrance to our working relationship. If anything, it seemed to work even more smoothly now.

  “We’re going to the Hamptons this weekend.” I hesitated and then mentioned, “We’re actually meeting with a friend of mine. He’s a DA here, but I was going to push and see if he had any info on what’s going on with…” My voice trailed off. It was still a bit awkward to talk about the black market adoption ring that had led to me being taken from Cecily and adopted by Jacqueline and Solomon Snow.

  “The investigation,” Cecily finished. She paused a moment and then asked, “Would that be Jefferson Sinclair?”

  “It would.” I managed to smile despite the fury that brewed inside me every time I thought about what had happened. Almost before I took my first breath, I'd been stolen and sold like an animal or a piece of furniture. And I hadn't been the only one.

  “If anybody can manage to get information from the Attorney General’s office or the FBI, it would be Jefferson. He
’s very much like his father,” Cecily murmured.

  “You know him, I take it.”

  She laughed. “You can’t work in philanthropy like I have and not make friends—or at least acquaintances—with some of the biggest powerhouses in the city. Jefferson’s father was definitely a powerhouse. Jefferson will be the same way in time. He’s already making a name for himself.”

  “Why don’t you come with us, Cecily?” I asked impulsively.

  “I…” She hesitated. “Well, I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

  “You’re my mother.” I laughed wryly. Even after a month, my stomach still clenched when I called her that. I wondered if it would ever feel normal. “One thing you’re going to learn about me if you haven’t already is that I don’t tend to do things I don’t want to do. I’d like you to come.”

  “Very well.”

  I heard the happiness in her voice and it caused an odd little twist inside me. I wasn’t used to making somebody happy so easily. Well, except Aleena. Approval was something bartered and traded for things a lot more complicated than an invitation to dinner, or at least it always been for me. Before Aleena and Cecily, the only person in my life who'd ever cared about me unconditionally—and called me on my bullshit—had been my previous assistant, Fawna Harris. She still did it now, just not as often. I smiled sadly. As much as I loved Aleena, I still missed Fawna, but she had her hands full with her grandson.

  I gave myself a mental shake. No more brooding over the past. I grabbed the notepad Aleena had convinced me to keep on hand and jotted down a note about my mother joining us. If I didn’t make a note, then I’d forget to tell Aleena and it wouldn’t end up in my calendar, then she'd have my ass.

  “Will it just be us and Jefferson?”

  “Yes.” I tossed the pen down and leaned back in my chair, swiveling around to stare out over the New York City skyline. “Since I’m pushing him for information, I don’t want anybody there that would keep him from talking. It’s not a dinner party or anything.”