Pick Your Pleasure: The Heart's Desire Series

by Hilary Storm

  I lift my head to glare at him. “And screwing half your campus? How’d you think that would help?”

  This pisses him off, and confirms every tale ever told: angry sex is, by far, the very best kind of sex to be had.

  He hitches my leg up, close to my ear, and pistons his hips fast, brutal, and divinely.

  “I didn’t touch another fucking girl until you started your online parade about your new, perfect boyfriend! You broke my fucking heart, Linden!” Deeper, faster… his pace impossible, depth matching his tone… while I cling to my orgasm. “I was waiting, hoping, that with a little time apart, you’d realize how great we were together. Instead, you forgot about me, or pretended to, rebelled, aimed to wound, and hit your fucking target! So I returned the goddamn favor.”

  “He was years after you left. You expect me…” my words fade into a long, low moan. I squeeze around him, grinning when he too groans, needing him to catch up as I’m about to explode, “to believe you didn’t sleep with anyone, that whole time? I know you better than that, Knox Morgan.”

  “Apparently not! Fuck, Lin I feel you. You’re close. Do that again, baby, so good.”

  “No,” like a stubborn fool, I moan my refusal… and unravel. Dammit!

  “No, huh?” He half-laughs; no, less than half, because more-than-half is growled. “Missed you, baby. Love you. So goddamn much.”

  Crazed, he drops his weight onto me, sucking at my neck while slamming inside. “Couldn’t look at another woman and not see you, Linny. Still can’t. Never will. You moved on. I didn’t.”

  “Knox,” I mewl, holding on for dear, blessed, euphoric life — his pace quickening, force brutal — as another orgasm builds.

  “Tell me, Lin.” He lifts his head. “Look at me, and tell me.”

  God, he’s magnificent. Dark hair a beautiful mess, eyes alive with raw, untamed passion and virility radiating off him. I know what he wants to hear, and it’d be my long-held, long-denied truth, but I… I can’t. So, I shake my head and divert my eyes from his.

  “Goddammit, Linden!” My legs are untwined for me, now pushed up and out, spread open for his absolute owning. “Tell me.”

  I purr, whimper, moan… but I don’t tell him… no matter how hard, how deep, he goes.

  “Close, babe. You covered?”

  “No.”

  Why would I be? I have no room in my life, or heart, for other men.

  To this, he grins. Or smirks rather. “Good.”

  And it is. So damn good. Coming again, with him. His sexy groan in my ear. His heart pounding in cadence with mine. The tender kisses peppering my lips.

  “Fine, I’ll tell you,” he whispers. And too happy, fulfilled, sated, to fight it, I giggle. Looking dead in my eyes, he tells his truth… which I believe. “I love you, Linden. I loved you when I was ten; never stopped, not for one fucking second.”

  He waits for my response… and I let him, gravely clutching onto my last shred of safety.

  “I just came in you, baby.”

  “I’m aware.”

  “Got faith in my boys.”

  I roll my eyes and shove at his chest, in vain. “You’re unbelievable! Get off me! You don’t try to impregnate me; especially without my permission, or the first time we get back together!”

  “So, we are back together?”

  “Coming uses up all your brain cells, I see.”

  He bends once more, putting us nose to nose. “Feel that? Getting me hard again already. Now tell me.”

  “You’re a pig.”

  “Tell me.” Smooth, slow glide… all the way in.

  “I’m not ovulating. Take that!”

  “Linnybug, stop. Tell me.”

  What can it hurt, really? We both already know the truth... and I let him inside me. Might as well…

  “I love you too, Knox, pain in my ass, Morgan. I’ll always love you.”

  And with that, I grab his face and kiss him, hard, years of longing, hurt and frustration released with the force used. Yet, not a greedy kiss, but an apology. Being young and dumb does something to people; something, I suppose, that’s a necessity in, and for, the “bigger picture”— that portrait being one’s confusing, learn-as-you-touch-and-go life journey. To grow, we must learn. And to learn, we must stumble. Stumble right past the one real, honest conversation that could’ve saved us both much unhappiness.

  “Mine?” he asks, and despite myself, I nod. “Mine,” he confirms in an arrogantly delicious hum.

  And this time… makes love to me.

  Always On My Mind

  By Hilary Storm

  Copyright 2017 Hilary Storm

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  Chapter One

  Aubrie

  The scent of man surrounds me. It's a smell that reminds me of him, but I know that's not possible. My mind is just playing games on me. I try to focus on my other senses. This blindfold hinders my sight, but it heightens everything else, including my sex craved hunger that has made me crazy for nearly a year now. I'm starved for this.

  A warm breeze of air blows across my nipples, causing my body to shift upwards instinctively. I've learned to crave this. To crave the unknown and hope for the possible pleasure or pain to take me over. The moisture as a tongue runs over my right nipple sends a rush of pure bliss into my chest. The anticipation as my body waits for the next feeling to take me is the part I miss the most. This is exactly how it used to be. I miss this life. Why did I wait so long to try again?

  I let my mind lead the trace of his finger from one nipple to the other. His tongue leaves the other bud just as wet and this triggers my already aching clit to pulse while I wait for him to change his focus.

  The sudden feeling of his absence does something to me. It's not as though he was touching me, but him being near helps. Being a sub can be lonely when you're not familiar with the Dom. That's one of the main reasons I haven't looked for another. Once you have a Dom that takes care of you like mine did, you have a hard time submitting to another fully.

  I feel him return. His teeth bite slightly on a nipple before he latches the clamp into place. Fuuuuck yes.

  He slowly moves to the other side and begins to mirror his movements. His obsessive nature to keep everything even isn't lost on me. I can tell he's a perfectionist. Everything is calculated and perfect. From the size of the table to the temperature of the room, to the silk on my blindfold... he’s made sure the fine details are perfectly in place.

  This time, his bite is a little harsher, with a little grind of his teeth preparing me before he puts the clamp in place. He places the chain between my breasts and it feels like melting ice slipping around as it slides into place If my nipples weren't already hard from the clamps, this cold sensation would take care of that.

  I know not to move, but I can't help but squirm as he starts to kiss every inch of each breast. He doesn't stop until his tongue has covered both entirely, leaving me wet.

  He leaves me again. Damn it.

  This time, I can feel him watching me. The heat from his stare has my insides turning. I'm growing more impatient as time passes and he does nothing to satisfy my needs. I know
I'm not supposed to move, but he doesn't know I know better. If he didn't want me to move, he should've made sure I couldn't.

  I run my fingers slowly over each breast and let the tickle on my skin encourage me to be brave. My right hand slides south while the left continues to trace the path his tongue just took. Moving slowly... sensually, I listen for any sign from him. He’ll either be the type to let me continue or he’ll punish me for trying. Either way, I'll be rewarded.

  The chain slides around as I shift into my position. This I know. This has been all I've had since Tristen. Pleasuring myself seems to always fall short from the intense orgasms I was used to, but they haven't been an option.

  My finger touches my pulsing clit and I realize just how worked up I am already. I catch an exhale from him and can tell he's across the room. Knowing this gives me the courage to open my legs wider and dip the first finger in. Sliding it back out, I pinch my clit between my middle and index finger building up the much needed pressure I'm dying for. Oh hell. I'm biting my lip as I moan and just thinking about him watching me has me dripping wet.

  This time I send two fingers in and use my thumb to rub circles of pleasure. I move them in and out, pulling more wetness each time.

  His breath runs across my knee letting me know just how close he is. I freeze and wait for him to do something. When he doesn't, I run my dripping wet fingers up my body and toward my mouth. His grip on my wrist just as I touch my lip forces me to stop. He pulls my wrist toward him and slips my fingers into his own mouth. His tongue is gentle as he moves around each finger not missing any of trace of me.

  He sets my arm down at my side and moves to the end of the table, before jerking me to the edge in one swift slide. Lifting my hips, he begins to lick and nibble his way around my body. Oh God. His tongue is masterful.

  His hands still on my ass, he pulls me even closer, allowing his tongue to go deeper. He devours me. Every single part of me. He licks from my ass all the way to the most sensitive spot in the front, not leaving anything untouched. He sucks my clit in and doesn't let go, sucking harder and harder bringing me straight to the surface of an orgasm. My breaths are loud and turning into moans just as I start to feel it.

  Then he stops. He sets my ass back on the table allowing the raw guttural feeling of rejection to rear it’s ugly head. His warm touch is missing, but I can still feel his stare. He's watching again. Fuck.

  I move my hand toward the ache only to have him intercept it before I can reach it. His grip gets tight and he tugs me until I'm sitting up. He pulls until I follow him off the table and across the room. He guides me until I'm chest down, long ways on what I know very well as a spanking bench. He straps both arms in first before moving to each leg. I'm familiar with this style of bench… just imagine a padded saw horse with straps.

  I should be scared. I should be terrified, but the fact is I'm excited. I want this. I miss it and for some fucked up reason, it makes me reminisce the times I had with Tristen… which is terrible. I’m not sure how someone can be the best thing to ever happen to you… then so quickly become the worst. But he was that for me.

  I spend what feels like thirty minutes thinking about the past, losing the present and not even caring that I’m extremely vulnerable right now. I eventually force myself to think about the here and now, but it’s hard.

  He takes forever before he returns. I get zero warning before the bite of the first strike hits. His hand. He waits before striking again, of course hitting the opposite ass cheek this time. I wonder if all Dom's are thorough like this, because I appreciate him spreading out the pain. It shows he’s experienced.

  Every part of my ass is on fire before he stops. He doesn’t make me count out loud, but my instinct is to count. Twenty-eight. That's how old I am. I wonder why he chose such an odd number.

  He leaves me again and I let the burn simmer through my body as I wait for his return. I can feel the juices dripping between my legs. There's no doubt I missed this.

  The feel of his hands gliding over each cheek soothes me. He's taking care of me. Knowing he's doing aftercare makes me trust him more. The lotion helps to cool the surface burn, but I can tell there will be bruising.

  His squeeze on each cheek nearly brings a tear to my eyes, but he stops quickly. I'm sure he read the tension in my body and knew how much it hurt.

  He moves away again. This time, I'm somewhat grateful. It gives me time to relax, even though he has me wound up tight.

  This time he’s gone even longer than he has before. I don't pay attention to listening for him this time. I’m flying so high from the adrenalin in my body, I can hardly hear anything.

  He removes the straps from my arms, then my legs… freeing me from my restraints. I remain in position until he starts to move me, but we don't go far. He’s careful not to let me touch his body... his hands guiding me until I'm leaning over the same bench, but this time with my legs spread very far apart.

  I pray he doesn't start spanking me again. I've never had to use a safe word. Even though I'm nowhere near my limit, spanking on top of spanking would be what does it. Besides, I submitted a word I have no intention of saying. 'Briggs' is no longer in my vocabulary, so it will take a severe situation for me to say it.

  He spreads my ass cheeks open and begins to rub my back entrance. I close my eyes and begin to relax as I wait for something to enter. A finger slides in slowly until it's all the way in. He removes it and pushes it in again a few times. I can feel my walls relax around him as he takes his time with me.

  The pressure of two fingers begins and he twists until they both fill me. The burn from the invasion pulls me into the past. It's been a long time since I've let anyone enter me like this. I close my eyes tight under the blind fold as if that will help take me away. He continues to slowly manipulate me just like that until I'm fully relaxed against him.

  He removes his fingers and I dread the third knowing how large his hands are. Instead the cool burn of a butt plug is what I feel. He must've added cooling lube to it. He pops it into position and I start to let my body adjust to it. I shift my hips just slightly and before long, it's only the cooling lube that I feel.

  He returns quickly this time and guides me to my feet. I feel the strap of the collar around my neck as he puts it into place. He lets the rope dangle against the front of my body as he fastens the necklace.

  I slide my fingers down what I thought was a rope, only to feel that it's a line of beads. Feels like pearls. I'm not an idiot. I know these are delicate. I know if I let them break, that I'll be punished.

  When I can feel his absence again, I let my hands trace the collar. It feels beautiful. I imagine how elegant it must be, probably white gold with diamonds. By the feel of it, it's expensive, but then again it could be fake. Either way, it makes me feel treasured, even though I’ve never seen this man’s face.

  The sound of his zipper and the feel of his hand on my shoulder give me the sign of what he expects next. I fall to my knees and wait for him to serve me, but instead he lifts the beaded chain, bringing me back to my feet. He never says a word; he’s all about silent communication for some reason.

  Silk ribbon slips around my wrist as he joins them together behind my back. He restrains them with a simple tie. One that I know I could pull out of, but that I shouldn't if I know what’s good for me.

  He removes the clip from my hair and runs one hand through it as his other one begins to travel over my breasts. A small tug on the chain between them pulls the clamps just enough to draw a moan from my lips. He’s testing my limits.

  I hear him inhale into my hair. He does it more than once sending goose bumps spreading over my skin. He’s so close. Breathing me in; analyzing me to pieces. There’s not a moment in my life where I’ve felt this exposed, even though I’ve been in this exact scenario many times. It takes time to trust someone to do this with you. I try not to second guess my decision to tip-toe back into this lifestyle. I’m in a new city, so it’s not like anyone knows me
here.

  He pulls my attention back to him, twisting my hair into his hand, sending me to my knees.

  I wait. Wait for a beautiful cock. I'm going to imagine it that way anyway. Assuming the position with my head bowed down and my chest held out, I continue to wait. The sound of him rubbing it near my face, turns me on. He's slow with his movements, torturing me, but I continue to wait for my cue.

  He lifts the beads to tilt my head up. I pucker my lips once I feel the tip of his cock near me. He rubs it back and forth only letting the tip connect us. Sliding my tongue out, I lick the underside of the tiny portion he's allowing me access to. He loves to tease. That's good, because I love to be teased.

  He's wide. The tip is mushroom shaped. My tongue catches the ridge and I can tell he's bulging. He pulls back. Licking my lips, I try to listen for him. Damn he's so quiet.

  Then I hear him. He's jacking off in front of me. He does it for a little while before he grabs the back of my head and pulls me forward. I open my mouth and accept his cock. It's flavored. Strawberry, I think?

  I take him to the back of my throat and swallow. I'm not even close to taking him all the way in my mouth. His length and width are both incredible. But this is what I'm used to.

  Using my tongue on the underside, I run it the full length of his cock and back up. I notice the piercing underneath and decide to explore that a little more. I've never been with anyone who’s pierced, so I'm intrigued.

  Taking him back in my mouth I let him push into my throat again. He's ruthless for a few thrusts then backs off once I begin to gag. Fuck.

  He enters my mouth again this time pushing to the back of my throat and staying there. I force a swallow and a moan against the tip and hear him whisper finally. "Yesssss"

  It's the first time I've heard his voice at all and it was a simple whisper. He's managed to lead me without a single word, but hearing that simple word is the approval I’ve been waiting for. I want to know I’m pleasing him.