“That’s it. Suck me, baby. Suck me hard.” Intertwining his fingers in her hair, he held her head in place as he emitted a series of growls.
She sucked continuously until he finally relaxed his hold. Easing his cock out of her mouth, Jezebel licked all the way the length of his shaft, taking first one and the other ball into her mouth. Sucking gently, she raked her nails up the underside of his dick until she was able to drag the tip of a single nail across his sensitive slit.
“Fuck. You’re so damn good.”
Purring, she grazed her teeth very slowly back up the underside of his cock and continued pumping the base with her other hand. When she reached his cockhead, she engulfed the tip, sucking until he dropped his head and panted. Savoring the moment, she clenched around the throbbing muscle without moving until the first drops of pre-cum became her reward. The taste gave her chills and for several seconds Jezebel had to concentrate on what she was doing.
“Mmmm…I don’t want to cum too soon.” His chuckle dark, Luke placed his other hand on her head and slowly began fucking her mouth in long, deep drives, hitting the back of her throat.
Relinquishing control, she slanted her eyes up to be able to stare at his contorted face, hungry to have him fill her mouth with hot cum. In and out he thrust, simply becoming the vessel he needed, and yet she didn’t feel used. Instead she was thrilled by the way he touched her, held her and fucked her. Opening her mouth wider, she kept one hand cupped around his balls as he continued driving into her mouth.
“Fuck, yes. So good. So hot.” His voice barely audible, he continued his hard thrusts until his legs finally shook. Tipping his head back, he emitted a single keening growl, just seconds before he exploded into her mouth. “Jezebel!”
As hot cum slid down the back of her throat, Jezebel felt sated and yet her heart raced from the intensity of his actions. She continued pumping as his body shook violently, driving his dick all the way into the back of her mouth.
“Fuck…God damn I’ve missed you.” When Luke finally eased back, removing his shaft from her mouth, he gazed down at her and rubbed his hand on the side of her face. “You are an incredible woman.”
Smiling, she licked her lips and savored the flavor of him, her man, her lover and her Dom.
Dragging her to her feet, Luke pulled her into the heat of his body, crushing her mouth with his. He pushed his tongue inside as he wrapped his arm around her back, inching up her dress. When he exposed her naked ass, he grunted and brushed the tip of his finger up and down the length of her crack.
Shivering, Jezebel knew he was making sure she’d obeyed him and not worn any panties. She closed her eyes and fell into the kiss, tasting the sweet tang of his mouth and suddenly felt very small in his arms. Rising onto her tiptoes, she wrapped both arms around his neck and the exotic fragrance of his cologne wafted into her nostrils, filling her with more desire than she’d had in a long time. There was something about this kiss that was like no other and for several seconds she couldn’t move, didn’t want to move.
When he broke the kiss finally, he eased back just enough the show her a single finger before licking his lips. “You are the woman I’ve always wanted and the one I crave owning. Are you ready to belong to me?”
“Yes, sir.” Said without hesitation, she nodded over and over again as his words echoed into her ears.
“Good. I believe you’re more than ready.” Tipping his head back, Luke exhaled slowly as he allowed the tip of a single finger to travel down from the top of her forehead down the bridge of her nose to her mouth. Tracing a circle around her lips, he continued his journey down from her chin to her neck.
Trembling, Jezebel tipped her head back and the feel of his light touch on her skin was a powerful aphrodisiac. Licking her lips, she closed her eyes briefly as he continued her exploration.
Luke allowed a slow breath to escape as he brushed his finger down to the swell of her breasts, concentrating on grazing up and down for several seconds. Sliding his fingers under the thin material of her dress, he flicked his fingers back and forth across her nipple until the bud was rock hard. “Hard, just like I like you.” Easing back the material of her dress, Luke slowly lowered his head and dragged his tongue across her nipple before sucking gently at first and then with enough pressure she groaned and clamped one hand around his forearm.
“Oh…ohoh…” Every part of her body shaking, she blinked furiously as he repeated the move on her other breast. His touch turned her on, making her weak in the knees and all she could think about was the way his eyes looked as he stroked her. On fire, she whimpered softly as he grunted possessively.
Luke breathed against her skin as he allowed his hand to travel down her stomach to her hips, caressing her skin through the thin fabric. Inching up the hem, he allowed a single growl to escape as he took one leg and kicked hers apart.
Blinking furiously, she tilted her head up to watch him, every delicious move he made and the simple yet very commanding way he held her was almost perfect.
“Are you ready to commit of a lifetime of belonging to me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Are you ready to give me your body unconditionally?” Narrowing his eyes, his voice was barely a husky whisper.
Yet she didn’t need to concentrate on what he was saying. She simply knew what he wanted, what he required. And what she was willing to give. Everything. “God, yes, sir.” Inhaling deeply, Jezebel smiled shyly, her blood pressure rising.
“Take my hand.” As he took a step back, holding out his hand, he gave her a heated look. And one of complete command.
“Yes, sir.”
He led her into the dining room and stood at the end of the table, pulling the single chair away. As Luke released her, he pulled out the chair and sat down, grabbing his drink. “After dinner I have a special treat for you. One I hope you’ll find inviting.”
Nibbling her bottom lip, Jezebel wrapped her hand around her wine glass. Bringing the rim to her lips, she could tell what he was thinking and as combination of trembles from desire and an almost indulgent excitement raced through her body, stealing her breath. When she took a sip, she had to fight to keep from gulping. Dear God she was as nervous as a kitty cat. The thought gave her a smile. Not cat. Kat.
“How long until dinner?”
“Not long. Ten minutes.”
Nodding, Luke sipped his drink, his eyes never leaving hers. “The journal?” His voice barely a whisper, he tipped his head and licked the rim of his glass.
“I’ll get it.” Her legs shaking, she moved back into the kitchen. As she glanced down at the book, she nodded over and over again, garnering her courage. Fingering the soft leather binding, the supple material was somehow cathartic. Would he bind her in leather? Would he use a belt to discipline her? Exhaling slowly, Jezebel finally gripped the edge of the book and slowly moved back into the dining room.
Luke patted the table and said nothing.
As she placed the book down, she emitted a single whimper. Opening up her greatest fears, her deepest hungers to the man, her lover and her Sir, she hadn’t realized how difficult the telling would be. Freeing yes, but she was more than just apprehensive. She was terrified he’d be disappointed in her efforts. The thought daunting, she took a step away from the table.
Instantly Luke wrapped his hand around her arm, drawing her back in. “I’m going to take a minute and read what you’ve prepared for me. Please stay and enjoy your drink. And so you know, I’m famished but not for food.”
Not for food. There was something about the words. Heat rose instantly to her face and the way he was looking at her, wanting her was even more carnal than his usual look. Nodding over and over again, Jezebel swayed back and forth as he slid the flat of his hand over the cover of her journal, inhaling deeply. There was something so enigmatic and powerful about every move and for some reason it was as if she’d never paid this close of attention before.
Giving her another savage look, he lowered his eyes and
opened the journal. He read for several minutes, flipping through the pages, taking his time.
And she could barely breathe. Her nerves on edge, she hid behind the glass and wondered what he was thinking. A flood of questions raced in the back of her mind. Did I do enough? Did I show him too much about me? Will he understand what I’m trying to say? Resisting a vocal grunt, she turned away and nonchalantly brushed the bead of sweat trickling down her cheek.
By the time he sighed and closed the book, she’d drained her glass. Her eyes darting back and forth across his face, she couldn’t tell a single thought. And dear God if it didn’t drive her completely insane.
Luke lifted his head and sat back in his seat. “You’ve been thinking.”
“Yes. Yes, sir.” The last words tumbling out quickly, she opened her eyes wide as if he’d punish her for her faux pas.
Instead, he gave her an almost haunted look as he reached out and aimlessly slid his finger up and down her arm. “I love them. The words are well spoken and obviously you’ve taken your time with them. The poems are so much a part of you and the woman inside. There are so many deep expressions laced throughout every piece you penned and they’re very vulnerable. When I read them they leave me breathless and there are times I continue to be amazed we’re standing here at this point, embarking on what I consider to be the most important decision of my life, of our life together. You are an amazing woman and one I love deeply. Truly. Thank you for taking so much time and care and for pouring your heart into every word. They’re just what I hoped for.”
Unsure of what to say, Jezebel nodded. Every part of her tingled from the way he said the words and the look on his face. Entranced, she could barely take her eyes off of him. He was her Sir. There was no doubt in her mind and for a few seconds she wanted to shout out to the world how much she admired the man and her absolute love. The feeling was completely overpowering. Forcing her mind away from the almost trancelike state, she could barely whisper. “I’ll get dinner.”
“Not yet. Dinner can wait. Come here.”
“Yes, sir.” Setting her glass down, she moved toward him, her heart racing. When he took her hands into his and sighed, she almost melted. This man was such an incredible turn on.
“My appetizer first.”
“Sir?” As he slid his hands under her dress, she gasped. And then she knew what he wanted. As he lifted her slowly, placing her on top of the table, her entire body shivered. Every move totally in control, he laid her down on her back, pushing her dress up past her thighs.
“My feast. Your pretty pussy.” Grunting, he raised her legs, pushing them back to her chest. “I’ve missed tasting you.”
Closing her eyes, the moment she felt his tongue swipe across her clit, she shivered and raised her arms over her head. Jezebel moaned as the heat from his hands tickled her, sending her mind and senses reeling. This was so provocative and so damn hot and for several seconds she simply fell into a bliss like state, hungry for so much more.
Luke wrapped his arms around her thighs and yanked her ass past the end of the table. As he pressed his tongue deep inside her pussy, he swirled the tip of his finger around her clit.
“Oooohhh…yes, I….” Instantly gulping for air, Jezebel arched her back as he continued licking. She was on fire, her pulse racing and with every swipe of his tongue a heightened level of rapture coursed through her body. As he continued his feast, Jezebel allowed herself to fall into his control.
They shared a drink and talked through dinner, lost in conversation and gentle nudging. While she wondered the entire time when he was going to ask her to sign the contract, she’d resigned herself into knowing he would only when he was ready. Or knew she was.
After clearing the dishes, she shivered when she felt his hand on the small of her back.
“Are you certain you know what I’m asking?” Luke asked quietly, his voice full of a sensuous husk.
“Yes,” Jezebel breathed as she closed her eyes and gripped the edge of the counter. Did she? Swallowing hard, she knew exactly in the back of her mind and while she continued to be apprehensive, her fears were slowly ebbing, being replaced by a complete feeling of peace. The sensation was so unexpected she trembled.
Lowering his head, Luke allowed his hot breath to slide across the back of her neck. “You are my light, my love and the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. No doubts.”
She knew it wasn’t a question but a statement. “No doubts.”
“Good, then go and change. I want you in the hottest dress you own complete with stockings and heels. It’s time for me to show you off. My lover and the woman I’m going to own.”
The words simply said, she dropped her head and panted and knew he’d left the room. As she smiled, every part of her body alive with a burst of electric current, she knew this was exactly where she needed to be.
And what she wanted.
Domination
Jessie. No, now she was his Jezebel and the woman was completely different than the one he’d left two weeks before. Her journal had told him so many things and he was in awe of the deep level she had gone to in her poems, her stunning words. Holding his hand out, he smiled seeing how rock steady it was. This was exactly what he wanted. The thought gave him an intense warm feeling sweeping through his body.
Luke sighed as he watched her walk up the stairs and shook his head. While he honestly hadn’t anticipated he’d find the right woman, let alone the perfect submissive in a bar, the fact he had was both daunting and more than enticing. The first time he saw her, seated with her friends, his pulse raced. She was beautiful in every aspect but his draw was even deeper almost immediately. When they’d danced, he was hooked, falling into an intense level of hunger and while he would normally have at least gone to bed with her, he hadn’t want to. No, he’d wanted to know more about the woman inside. It had been the way she reacted to his still dominating touches that night, the way he held her and stroked her. Her response had given him an indication she loved a man in charge. And then when they began having frank discussions barely two weeks later, he knew he had to have her. Jezebel.
As he walked back into the living room to finish his drink, he opened the journal and studied her first poem. For those who didn’t understand the lifestyle, the very intuitive and frank words would probably be overlooked. But the way she presented them in an almost blatant light of her inner self was by far the most eye opening he’d ever read. He couldn’t help but smile. Without a doubt there was something from the moment he’d met her that drove him nearly out of his mind with desire. From her sexy smile and her blatant stubborn attitude to the way she laughed simply gave him a smile. Willful and independent, her fiery personality and balls to the walls persona was something he respected and never wanted to change, yet the fact she craved submitting to him completely continued to rattle him. Jessie -- no Jezebel said the words, she asked the right questions and she obeyed his basic commands, but he remained concerned she wasn’t entirely accepting of his domination. Then again, her poems were more than just a window into her soul.
Taking a sip of his drink, he shook his head and read another poem. Every word was calculated but yet so telling. There was no doubt she wanted to please him but in her efforts she was relating the woman inside. From what he’d learned about her from their months of discussions, he had known better than to push. Jezebel needed to come to terms with what she wanted by herself. He’d allowed her to freedom of exploration and while a certain level of his own patience wasn’t always the way he handled his lovers or his business, this woman he wanted to come to terms with what he hungered for by her own accord. She was this important to him.
Exhaling slowly, Luke swirled his wine and knew what he wanted from her was the perfect moment of their relationship and while she thought she was ready, he wanted to make certain she understood he would be in total control. There were many ways to try and determine if her last resolve in a sense was ready to be tied to him and while he’d thought abo
ut the action, selecting carefully, he remained slightly on edge. She was a like a flower ready to open and yet he had to be very careful how he fertilized and nurtured. While Jezebel wasn’t fragile by any means, he knew there were so many directions he wanted to take their D/s relationship and he had to remain consistent and understanding.
After all, Luke wasn’t a sadist. He was simply a man who required complete control and the way she’d hungered and almost fought to achieve their combined goals was nothing short of extraordinary. Still, he had to have continued restrain. Grinning, he threw back the rest of the wine and sighed. In truth, he wanted nothing more than to spend a complete night doing nothing more than ravaging her body. That would happen soon enough and often. He was insatiable with his needs and she responded as no other woman had. But this relationship was so much more than sex. This was about a completely open level of intimacy in which she told him absolutely everything she needed and wanted. While he could certainly hold back from Jezebel, he didn’t want to, preferring to be very candid with her.
To that end, tonight he would test her and knew this could be the telling moment. He also wanted to show her off. Somehow men and women alike knew instinctively when a soon-to-be-collared woman entered a room. He was more than just proud to have her on his arm as his sub. But there was something he had to know about her and possibly about the way he was going to react. Their frank conversations about sharing had been eye opening and yet the ugly moment in the bar had indeed reminded him she was a woman and much younger. Certainly Luke understood his power as a man but she was a vital woman and other men sought her out everywhere they went. He’d laughed more than a time or two telling her other men knew when a woman was owned simply by the pheromones she gave off. “Oh Jezebel, you take my breathe away.” He read two more of her poems and then a passage, obviously written in a hurry, drew his attention.
On Becoming His Page 6