Forbidden Love Series (SubmissiveRomance) Complete Collection

by Jordan, Lucia

  He tugged on a pair of jeans, splashed on a bit of cologne, and left the bathroom just as the doorbell chimed. Perfect! She was here. He answered the door and smiled when he saw her. She was more beautiful that he’d remembered. Her sea green eyes and curly brown hair were a nice compliment to her bronzed complexion. “Hello, Olivia. Come in,” he said stepping aside so she could enter. He was using his calm, everyday tone of voice for the moment. It was going to take a little extra work to gain her trust. He didn’t know why, but he could sense it.

  “Hi,” she said sheepishly, chewing on the inside of her cheek which caused her lips to pucker and him to wonder how they’d look wrapped around his cock.

  “You look beautiful,” he said, leaning down and kissing her cheek. She was wearing a sleeveless, purple sundress that buttoned up the front. It was perfect for what he had planned for her tonight.

  “Thank you.” She smiled. “I’m not too sure what the rules are for something like this.”

  The sound of her voice drew his attention from her mouth. “No rules. We’re just two people having drinks and dinner.” He smiled again. “Just call me Dean, for now,” he added with a wink. “It’s common for a Dom to do things for his sub, things that don’t require all the rules and submission that sex does. In fact, most Doms will date their subs, wine them, dine them, spoil them.”

  “Oh, okay,” she said with a laugh.

  He could tell the whole thing still confused her. He could also tell that she was nervous. “Make yourself comfortable.” He nodded toward the couch and proceeded into the kitchen to get them a drink. Dean returned, handed her a glass, and sat beside her. “You’re nervous.”

  “Yes, a little,” she said taking a sip of her wine.

  “Why?” His voice was soft, soothing, bordering on loving. It shocked him. He cleared his throat and caressed her cheek. “There’s no reason to be nervous.”

  Olivia set her glass on the coffee table and looked at him pointedly. “Last night you said you wanted a week to show me what this is all about. But, well…I guess I’m not sure why. Why me? I’m sure there are plenty of submissives who don’t need to be sold on the lifestyle.”

  “You’re right, there are.” He set his glass next to hers and put his hand on her knee, which was bare thanks to the form-fitting strapless dress she wore. “In fact, I could have my choice of uncollared subs at that club if I wanted.”

  “Uncollared subs?”

  He smiled and reminded himself that he couldn’t use the lingo without explaining it first. “A submissive who doesn’t wear a collar, they’re known as uncollared, and it means that they don’t have a Dom. They’re fair game and are usually looking for a new Dom to collar them.”

  “Oh.”

  Dean could tell her mind was working overtime. She clearly had a question that she was afraid to ask. “I’m here to teach you, Olivia, and you won’t learn if you don’t ask the questions. So, what is it?”

  Olivia laughed. “How do you know I have a question?”

  “Because you have that look on your face, the same one you had last night right before you asked a question.” He caressed her knee and felt her skin erupt in goose bumps beneath his touch. He found himself wanting to lose control again, wanting to rip that dress from her body, and sink into her sweet little body again. “Remember what I told you last night. This is all about trust and communication. Tonight, we’re going to work on communication. So, ask me your question.”

  She took a deep breath. “Are you going to collar me?”

  And there it was. He smiled. “That’s not quite how it works. I can’t collar you without your permission. A Dom will present a submissive with a collar, and then it becomes her choice whether or not she wants to accept it. If she does, then she becomes his sub, exclusively. In this lifestyle, a collar signifies a commitment and it’s not something to be taken lightly.”

  “That makes sense, but you didn’t actually answer my question.”

  He laughed, then picked up his glass and took a long drink. When he set his glass back on the table, he decided to be brutally honest with her. Honesty was something he took very seriously. He always gave it and he always expected it in return. Turning to face her, he took her hands into his and brought them to his lips, kissing them softly. “I haven’t had a sub of my own in a very long time. My job hasn’t really allowed for it lately, which is why I’ve been training them. It gives me what I need without having to commit. But recently, I’ve thought it would be nice to find a new submissive. Then last night I met you.”

  “That doesn’t sound very good.” She laughed nervously.

  “You’re misunderstanding me.” It wasn’t like him to jumble his words and befuddle his explanation. He took a deep breath. “I can’t really answer your question just yet, Olivia. Would I like to collar you? Yeah. More than you know. But, you’re not even sure this is the lifestyle you want, and until you make that decision, I can’t make one about whether to offer you a collar.”

  “Okay, that makes sense.” She nodded. “Now, will you please answer my original question? Why me?”

  He loved how forward she was, how she didn’t give up until she had what she wanted. It turned him on more than it should. “Why not you? Is there something about you I should know? Something you think makes you unworthy?” Olivia looked down. Dean put his finger under her chin and tilted her head up so she had to look at him. “You can trust me, Olivia. Talk to me.”

  She licked her lips and he mentally groaned. He wanted nothing more than to shift into Dom mode and take her right here on the couch. “My last boyfriend told me that…”

  “He told you what?” Dean encouraged.

  “He told me that sex with me was boring, that it was hard to get off with me,” she whispered so quietly he had to lean closer to hear her.

  Dean’s eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. What kind of fucking douche bag would say that to a woman, especially a woman as sexy as Olivia? He took a calming breath. “Do you believe that? Do you think you’re boring in bed?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never been told anything different.”

  Telling her that she was fantastic in bed and that he’d come harder last night than he ever had in his life wouldn’t do any good. He had to show her. Clearing his throat, he switched to his deep, commanding voice. “On your knees, Olivia.”

  Without a word, she got off the couch, went to her knees and presented for him just like he showed her last night. His cock was hard instantly. It was always arousing to see a woman in that position, but there was something about seeing this woman like that. It did funny things to him, things he liked, but couldn’t explain. He was so tempted to bring her to her feet, carry her to his bed, and fuck her senseless. But he couldn’t do that. He had to teach her how to be a submissive and more importantly, he had to prove to her that she wasn’t boring.

  Dean grabbed his glass from the table and went to the kitchen to refill it. Being in her presence when she was presented for him was too much. He just needed a few minutes to regain his control, which seemed to evaporate the second he was around her. His hand shook as he poured more wine into his glass. Good Lord, what the hell was wrong with him? He drained his glass in one sip, and then refilled it again. This time, he sipped it slowly. When he felt a little calmer, he returned to the living room and stood in front of Olivia. His cock was so hard it strained painfully against his zipper.

  Slowly, he unzipped his jeans and freed his cock, needing the freedom from the confines of his clothes. “I want you, Olivia. I want to tie you up and have my way with you.” Her cheeks turned a gorgeous shade of pink, and he knew her ass would turn the same color when he spanked her. He gripped the length of his cock and started to stroke it. The thought of his hand on her bare made him that much hornier. Fuck, he wanted to come inside of her so bad.

  “I want you, too, Sir.”

  Whoa! She was more confident than she’d been last night. That turned him on even more. God, he felt
like a teenager who knew he was going to laid for the first time. “Just being near you makes my dick hard,” he said, fighting to keep his voice calm and even as lowered his pants to his ankles and sat on the couch. He sat back; his arms extended along the back of the couch and tried to decide if he wanted her to suck his cock or just put her over his lap and spank her. He was leaning toward the spanking because he knew the moment her mouth was on him, he’d lose control again.

  “Get up here and sit beside me.” He patted the couch. Olivia got up and did as he asked. Her gaze darted to his erect cock, and then back to his face. He smiled at her and she blushed. “Do you like my cock, Olivia? Do you like looking at it?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Would you like to touch it?”

  She licked her lips. “Yes, Sir.”

  Dean took her hand and placed it on his cock. Her delicate fingers closed around his shaft and she stroked him. His head fell back against the couch and he groaned. “Shit that feels so good. Keep doing exactly what you are doing.” He couldn’t take his eyes off of her hand. “Now, use your other hand to fold down the top of your dress. I want to see your tits.”

  “Yes, Master Dean.”

  His cock jerked at the sound of her sweet voice calling him Master. Calm down, Dean. You can’t rush it again. You have to show her who’s in charge and you can’t do that if you lose control. She did as he’d said and her breasts were now visible to him. He reached over and took a nipple into each hand, twisting, turning, and pinching until they were hard, tight, reddened peaks. Olivia moaned softly and he knew that his plans to prolong their encounter were once again shot. “Come here,” he said claiming her lips in a kiss that had him fighting for breath and self-control. Her hand continued to run up and down the length of his shaft. Shit, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was the Master. He was a Dom. And she was his submissive. She wasn’t supposed to have the power to rob him of his self-control with a single kiss.

  “Lift your dress up around your waist and lay face down across my lap,” he said and watched as she bunched her dress around her midsection. “Fuck.” The word escaped him before he could stop it. She was wearing thongs. Good God, he wanted to skip the spanking and just fuck her so hard right now. “Put your arms over your head and leave them there.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said wiggling her ass as she moved her arms.

  His dick throbbed painfully. “If I hurt you, I want you to tell me. You have permission to speak freely, okay?”

  “Okay, Sir.”

  “You are so beautiful, Olivia.” He smoothed his hands over the globes of her ass, running his finger along the length of her crack, before pulling back and smacking her. She yelped, her flesh turning a rosy shade of pink. He caressed the spot he’d just slapped; worried he might’ve hurt her, and afraid she wouldn’t speak up even though he told her to. “You okay?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She looked over her shoulder at him, and he knew she was telling the truth. He could see it in her eyes, the excitement, the desire, and the wanton urge for more.

  She began to turn back so that her face was buried in the couch cushion again. “No!” he said. “Look at me.” Olivia met his gaze and he held it as his hand made contact with her ass again. In what could only be considered a show of defiance, she continued to hold his gaze and she didn’t make a sound as he placed a third, and then a fourth slap to her ass. Her defiance should’ve angered him. It should’ve provoked him to punish her, but he found it arousing. Hell, everything about this woman was arousing. He slipped his hand between her legs, dipping a finger into her pussy. “You’re wet, Olivia. I think you might like having your ass spanked.” Dean worked his finger in and out of her, wetting his finger with her juices and drawing back, circling her rear entrance.

  “Yes, I do. I like it.” Her breathing was coming harder, faster. He cracked her across the ass again, hard enough it stung his palm. She screamed. “I mean yes, I do. I like it, Sir.”

  “Good girl,” he crooned, sliding his finger into her pussy again, rewarding her for addressing him correctly. She moaned and he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply through his mouth. It was a relaxation technique that used to work for him. But in this situation, with Olivia, it did nothing to help. When his finger was good and wet again, he slipped it into her tight little asshole. She groaned his name and he was finished. He couldn’t take any more. If he didn’t get inside of her soon, he was going to die of a coronary. “Get up,” he said.

  Olivia got up and her dress fell from her body and pooled at her feet. Dean inhaled sharply as he fumbled in his pocket for a condom. He quickly disposed of his jeans and sheathed himself. “Come here, baby.” He stood and positioned her so that she was kneeling on the couch, holding onto the back of it. He knelt behind her and impaled her with his cock. She was so wet; it was easy to slide inside of her. His neck arched and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Holy, fucking, hell, you feel so damn good.” Dean adjusted his hold on her waist and thrust into her hard and fast.

  “Yeah,” she whimpered. “Ah, God, you’re so hard, Dean.”

  Motherfucker! Why did she have to say shit like that to him? He leaned over her so that his mouth was near her ear. “That’s because of you, Olivia. You made me this hard. You make me want to stay inside of you forever.”

  “Oh God,” she moaned.

  He nipped at her earlobe. “Tell me what you like, baby. Tell me what you want.”

  “Touch me,” she whispered. “Rub my clit…please.” Her voice was low and needy.

  Dean reached around and found her clit. He placed two fingers on it and rubbed it in a circular motion, pressing just enough to make her writhe against his hand and push her ass back against his cock. “Like that?” It was so hot that she talked to him like that.

  “Yes,” she cried. “God, yes…feels so good.”

  His balls tightened and his spine tingled. Sonofabitch he was ready to come. He slowed his pace just enough so that he wouldn’t blow his wad until she did. “Shit, Olivia, you make lose control. I love being inside of you.”

  “Dean.” His voice fell from her lips as more of a plea than an actual word.

  “You’re not boring.” He shoved into her hard a few times. “And I have no problems getting off with you.” A few more hard thrusts that made her scream. “Do you feel it, Olivia? Do you feel me getting harder inside of you? I’m going to come.”

  She panted and shook her head. “Yeah…me too.”

  He rubbed her clit faster until he felt her tighten painfully around his cock. Then he felt her hot release and he let himself go, ramming his dick all the way into her, and then jerking once as he came so hard he went cross-eyed.

  “Dean…” She actually screamed his name, which made him wish he hadn’t come so soon so that he could stay buried in her warm, wet pussy.

  Dean showered her shoulder with kisses and she shuddered. “Please don’t ever think you’re boring or that you can’t get a man off.” He eased out of her and she turned to sit. Kneeling in front of her, he said, “I didn’t think I could come any harder than I had last night. And then you made me come harder just now. God, baby, you are…” Dean crushed his mouth to hers and kissed her breathless. “Get dressed; we’re going to the club.” There was one more lesson he wanted to teach her tonight.

  ***

  Olivia found herself inside of Allegiant again. Dean sat at the same table and in the same chair he’d been in last night when she first met him. Only this time, there were two other Doms present. One was alone and the other had a sub sitting on the floor at his feet, which is where Olivia sat, too – at Dean’s feet. He explained it was normal, but it kind of made her feel insignificant. She listened as Dean and the other two Doms talked of work and people she didn’t know. Master Todd’s sub, Maya, was nice and trying to make conversation with Olivia.

  “So, Master Dean is training you, huh?” Maya said.

  “Yes.”

  “You’re lucky. Master Dean is very carin
g. He’s a good Dom.”

  A feeling of dread settled in Olivia’s stomach. “Did he train you, too?”

  Maya smiled and nodded. Olivia felt nauseous. She knew Dean had trained subs, but to actually sit and talk to one of them – it was weird. She hated knowing that Dean had been with other women. It made her jealous as hell. The sound of Master Steve’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

  “So, Dean, I see you’ve got a new sub in training.”

  “Yes.” Dean reached down and touched Olivia’s shoulder. “Olivia is learning very quickly. She’s a good student and an even better submissive.” She couldn’t help but smile at his compliment.

  “Well, when she’s out of training, I’m definitely interested.” Master Steve looked at Olivia and smiled. She shuddered. He was not an attractive man and the thought of his hands on her made her skin crawl.

  “Olivia, up,” Dean said. She obediently got to her feet. He patted his lap and she sat. His arm wrapped protectively around her waist. “When I’m done training you, would you like Master Steve to be your Dom?”

  She was stunned. What kind of question was that? And why was Dean putting her on the spot like this? She didn’t know what to say. Better yet, she didn’t know what was appropriate.

  “It’s okay, Olivia. Be honest.”

  “No,” she said, shaking her head.

  Dean smiled, and then pulled her mouth down to his lips. She may not know much about this lifestyle, but she knew enough to know that Dean was making a claim on her, showing Steve that he had no rights to Olivia whatsoever. She heard Master Steve’s chair scrape along the floor, and then his footsteps as he walked away.

  “I’m sorry if I was rude, Sir,” she mumbled against his lips.

  “Don’t be. I wouldn’t have allowed you to become his submissive anyway. He has a reputation for not being very nice.” He nipped erotically at her bottom lip. She closed her eyes and leaned into him. “Straddle me, baby. It’s time for another lesson.”