Master of Hearts: A Domination And Submission Romance Anthology

by Erika Masten

  Devon’s hand guided his cock down to my mouth. He didn’t touch me with it at all. Instead, he waited for me to make the first move.

  I leaned forward and gave the broad head a gentle kiss. Looking up, I grinned, suddenly confident in my power and excited by all the possibilities. “More?”

  “More.”

  “Anything I want?” I couldn’t see how this was going to be a punishment.

  “As long as you just stay on the head.”

  Okay, maybe that was the punishment. Fine. I was more than happy to play along. I licked the tip, relishing the velvet smoothness against my tongue. Playing with the underside, I closed my lips around him and sucked gently.

  Devon tasted divine. He teased me beautifully. I wanted more. I wouldn’t be able to take all of him into my mouth but I wanted to know how far I could go. Closing my eyes, I sucked him harder, straining not to ease forward.

  Minutes rolled by. I changed rhythm. Long draws of the mouth became quick, stingy passes. I kissed, sucked, and licked Devon in hopes of driving him mad for more.

  He bowed over me. I moaned in triumph, especially when he clutched my shoulder. Soon Devon would give me what I wanted.

  I was wrong.

  Devon came all over my neck. I jerked back, limited in how far I could go because of his grip. Disappointment hit me hard as I felt the hot spurts slide down onto my chest. Devon quickly let go of me and walked away without a word.

  What the fuck did he just do?

  I seethed, angry and frustrated with Devon’s lack of restraint. I felt used, as if I were nothing more than a sexual device. Or a hand. When Devon came back with a washcloth, I was ready to lay into him.

  He dropped to his knees and cut me off with a kiss. My anger sharpened, edges ready to slice in violent lust. Devon continued to kiss me, as if he knew the turbulent emotions roiling beneath my surface submission. Each sweep of his tongue siphoned off all but my lust. I eventually sank against him, pliable and all too ready to forgive his messy and abrupt insult.

  Devon licked my bottom lip. “Now you know how I felt.”

  His brilliant punishment taught me far more than mere words could ever have done. I nodded, chastened and appreciative of Devon’s earlier frustration. “I’m sorry.”

  I thought to add, “But the difference between what you did and what I did is that I can keep going and you can’t!” but decided it was better to keep that to myself.

  Devon pressed the damp washcloth against my neck and wiped me clean in a few moments. “All done.”

  It felt a little strange to thank him for cleaning me off but I did anyways. After all, no one ever suffered unduly for having good manners. Hopefully that truth would remain unbroken in this room. “Thank you.”

  “Feel better?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” He dropped the cloth onto the floor. “May we start again?”

  “God yes!” I really should’ve shown some restraint but I wanted Devon way too much to play coy. I wanted him to fuck me raw, to make me scream out his name, and do it all over again. I should’ve been afraid of him, afraid of how quick and inventive his punishments were, and how much control he already had over me.

  I really, really should’ve been afraid. I know I should’ve.

  “No more games, Sarah.” Devon lifted me up in his arms and laid me down in the center of the bed. He studied me, smiling when I stretched like a kitten. “You’re so beautiful, more than I ever imagined.”

  I warmed beneath his praise. “Aren’t you a very nice man, Devon!”

  He sat next to me and cupped the back of my head. “No, I’m not really.”

  Giddy and ignorant, I grinned despite the melancholic lines bracketing his lovely mouth. “I think you are.”

  He lowered his head until his mouth barely brushed mine. “I hope you always remember the moment when you thought of me like this.”

  Something cold slithered down my spine. I was too keyed up to recognize it as fear. Then Devon kissed me and I forgot the strangeness of his lament.

  He unbuttoned his dress shirt quickly and threw it off the bed. I wished I could’ve helped unwrap him. I wanted to stroke the smooth skin of Devon’s wide chest before making his taut stomach ripple at my touch. I wanted to be the one to tug down his gray underwear. Despite my wishes, the rest of his clothing soon joined the decadent mess on the floor.

  Devon stopped kissing me only long enough to twine my hair around his fist. He wound it slowly, watching me with his beautiful dark eyes. Devon stopped only when I winced from the sharp sting.

  “I don’t want to play with you right now, Sarah. I just want to fuck you. Can you accept that from me?”

  I searched his gaze. “Why do you think I’d want it any other way?”

  Devon lost a fraction of his intensity. His lips curled into a devastating smile. “Brave words from my little kink virgin.”

  “They’re true nonetheless.” I took his plump lower lip between my teeth. I had the urge to bite down and make him bleed. Uncomfortable with my sudden bloodthirstiness, I released him with a gentle, apologetic kiss.

  “I’d hate to push you away before we even really begin.”

  “Try.” I was braver than I thought to challenge him.

  Devon whispered, “Not tonight.” He then released my hair and settled further down my body. His mouth claimed me whole. My nipples begged for his kisses. Devon nipped, sucked, and licked them until I was a writhing mess. I caught glimpses of his devilish smirks which only made me hotter. I craved his cruelty, seeing it as a badge to be earned though my eager body.

  Devon shoved my thighs apart. His fingers dug into my ass while his mouth swooped down to devour me.

  My upper body shot off the bed. Devon’s tongue reached deep inside me before his lips centered on my clit. He sucked hard to the point of pain and then lessened the sharp sensations by leaving dozens of tiny kisses. Pushing and pulling through the extremes of heaven and hell, Devon mastered me until I was a gasping, sobbing creature.

  “Can I come?”

  “No.”

  I groaned and covered my eyes with my wrists. Devon’s laughter wove about me.

  “You really need to learn the value of patience, Sarah.”

  His chiding carried the edge of cruelty I had yearned for. However, being stuck in orgasmic purgatory made me reconsider my earlier tastes.

  Devon tilted me so he could spread my ass wider. Choked cries gurgled in my throat. Fear chased anticipation. I almost came right then and there when his tongue pressed down.

  “Don’t do it, Sarah.”

  “But Devon!”

  “No.”

  I whined unbecomingly. Devon ignored me and continued to play with my ass and pussy as he wanted. He spread me wide, studying my contours, before leaning down to settle his mouth over me.

  I eventually lost count of the number of times I almost came. His tongue learned exactly what made me jerk and what made me clench. When Devon kept me from coming yet again I burst into tears. Mortified, I rolled halfway onto my side only to have Devon push me onto my back again. He cupped my cheeks and kissed away my tears while murmuring soft sounds of encouragement.

  Before I could gasp out an articulate response, he plunged his cock inside me. I wailed, caught in the delicious trap of pleasured pain. I shook, knowing there was no way I’d be able to fight off another near-orgasm. Then and only then did Devon whisper, “I want you to come for me, Sarah.”

  I exploded.

  Devon moaned in appreciation as my pussy clamped down hard on his cock. My thighs clutched his waist while I looped my arms around his neck. I just kept coming, lost to everything but the ecstasy burning throughout my body.

  He drank my cries, lips soft and delicate against mine, while his cock pounded me. Each hard thrust stretched my orgasm out that much further until I wasn’t sure if I would ever stop coming.

  I felt mastered, controlled, and incredibly blessed.

  “Don’t close your eye
s. Look at me, Sarah.”

  I obeyed and sobbed again. Exposed to his black stare, I felt my heart speed up as the tears began again. I don’t know why I cried especially since Devon made me feel so addictively good.

  “Ssh, it’s okay, Sarah. Don’t be embarrassed. Cry as much as you want.”

  His gentleness aroused me nearly as much as his brutal thrusting. He had told me he wanted to fuck me and he went beyond what I could’ve imagined. I never imagined being fucked could be so sweet. I didn’t want it to stop. Ever.

  Sloppy kisses chased throaty growls. I clung to Devon, obsessed with obeying his command to look at him. I watched as his eyes hardened with an animalistic focus as the minutes slipped away. Stripped of soft words, he began to tell me exactly what he thought of me.

  “You’re so fucking wet, Sarah. Do you like my big cock inside your tiny pussy?”

  “Yes, Devon!”

  “You’re such a hot bitch, did you know that?”

  “No, Devon.”

  “Liar. Your body knows. That’s why you teased me, isn’t that right?”

  “Maybe…”

  He slapped my hip. “Don’t lie to me.”

  “I’m sorry, Devon! Yes!”

  His lips peeled back into a terrifying grin. “I know it is. You drive me fucking crazy, Sarah. I want to fuck you to pieces…fuck you until you can’t move…fuck you so that you want me in every hole…fuck you until you hate me…”

  Oh God! Right now I could never imagine hating Devon. I wanted him too much. “Devon, I want you to show me.”

  Devon’s jaw tightened. I knew he was close to giving into me.

  “Please.”

  He squeezed my throat until I gasped. “I control this, Sarah. Not you. Don’t make me tell you again.”

  Petty rebellion pressed me to make him prove it. I was too afraid of the consequences. What if Devon decided I was more trouble than I was worth? That couldn’t happen. Not now. Not when I had already decided to give him control over me.

  I nodded and dropped my gaze from him as a sign of my acquiescence.

  “Look at me, goddamnit!” Devon shoved his hand from my throat onto my chin and pushed it back.

  “Okay! I’m sorry!” My fresh tears seemed to assuage his anger. Devon relaxed over me, letting his body press me further into the bed. He suddenly sat up and brought me up with him. He settled me over his spread thighs and impaled me once again. My mouth fell open as the delicious sensations seized my pussy.

  Up and down, faster and faster. I twisted my wrists, dying to touch him with more than just my fingertips. Devon cupped my face, kissing me in violent, mad desperation. I struggled to breathe, aroused to the point of suffocation, while his glorious body continued its sensual invasion.

  “Fuck, Sarah! You feel so damned good.”

  His growled praise created the same from me. “Devon, you make me want you so much. Please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

  Devon wrapped his arms about my back. “Do you like the way I fuck you?”

  “Yes!”

  “Move your hips faster. C’mon! Fuck me like you mean it, Sarah.”

  Slamming down on him, I panted and mewled, locked in a delirious rhythm that soon had me teetering on the verge again. I moaned his name and begged for him to let me come.

  Devon slowed his frenetic thrusts much to my sobbing dismay. His hand snaked down my undulating belly. “Are you close?”

  My head bobbed like a puppet. I whimpered when two fingers pinched my clit hard.

  “Good girl, asking me for permission. I’m so proud of you, Sarah. Do you want to come for me?”

  I pressed my lips against his and moaned my answer.

  “Sarah…” he warned, voice turning to frost.

  “Yes, Devon! Please let me come.”

  He grinned, cold stranger gone and replaced by the familiar sweetness of before. “Come whenever you want.”

  I kissed him in thanks and snapped my hips hard enough to make Devon lose his smirk. His fingers continued massaging my clit, tugging and petting it until I knew I was gone.

  “Oh my God!”

  Devon thrust his tongue deep into my open mouth as I came even harder than before. He worked my hips, moving me faster until I felt him expand more. His large body shuddered and then he joined me.

  “Sarah!”

  I dug my nails into his chest; instinctually knowing the animal inside would appreciate my gesture. Devon groaned loudly, proving me right, and then hugged me to him until my ribs ached.

  I could’ve asked him to ease up but I didn’t want to. I just wanted to stay right there in his lap, Devon’s still-hard cock inside me, and drift off to sleep.

  “Not just yet, sleepyhead. Kiss me first.”

  I smiled, satiated and content with the world and everyone in it. I pressed my swollen lips against his. Devon kept our kiss short and sweet. He carefully lifted me off his lap. “Stay still, okay?”

  I closed my eyes and nodded. I heard him get off the bed and go into the bathroom. Running water made for serene soundtrack as I drifted off. Soon I felt him press a warm cloth between my thighs. I lifted my hips and spread my legs wider while he cleaned me off.

  I could absolutely get used to this.

  Devon picked me up and placed me underneath the covers. The sheets felt so wonderfully cool against my warm flesh. I rolled to my side in bliss. Devon slid in behind me. His arm snaked beneath me and he hauled me closer.

  “Do you want to be untied?”

  “No.”

  Devon kissed the back of my neck. “This is why you had to be mine, Sarah.”

  It was too early to speak of love but that didn’t stem the flood of it coursing through my body. “What if I hadn’t shown up that night? Or even today. What would you have done then?”

  His large hand skimmed across my belly. “I would’ve done whatever needed to be done until you said yes.”

  I should’ve been scared by his determination. Yet I wasn’t. I understood wanting someone so badly you were willing to toss all rational thought and convention just to have one taste.

  After all, isn’t that what I had done tonight?

  “Have I put you off?”

  I nipped his forearm. “Not even!”

  “Good.” He cupped my damp pussy hard. “You’re my girl now, Sarah.” Devon pronounced it as fact, as permanent as if he had tattooed his name on my body or put a piercing through my mound.

  “I’m yours.” Closing my eyes, I prayed it would never change because I was already in too deep with this beautiful man named Devon McNeill. “I want to always be yours.”

  Devon kissed my neck again.

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  His Indecent Proposition

  (Volume 1 of ‘Bound and Shackled to the Billionaire’)

  By Aphrodite Hunt

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead,
is coincidental.

  Copyright 2012 by Aphrodite Hunt

  Cover art by Aphrodite Hunt

  HIS INDECENT PROPOSITION

  1

  Susan Chalmers looks at herself in the bathroom mirror and takes a deep breath.

  “OK, don’t panic. You can do it. He’s not as scary as everyone makes him to be,” she mutters to herself.

  Then she freezes. She turns around to check if anyone is in the stalls of the fourteenth floor ladies’ restroom. Wouldn’t do to have any spies in the vicinity. None of the stall doors are closed, but you never know. So she does a cursory examination, her high heels going clack-clack-clack on the black and white tiles.

  I’m getting paranoid, she scolds herself. It’s this intense competition that is getting to her, not to mention that slimy bastard, Leonard Drake. Leonard is aiming to be the youngest VP in the company, and yes, she has to admit she is older by a full year than that sneaky twenty-eight-year old who is always telling everyone he graduated from Stanford at age nineteen because he is some sort of accelerated home-schooled genius.

  (Well, she’s older by exactly nine months, if you want to be picky about it.)

  But VP!

  Ohhh.

  She can almost see her name in gold lettering on her door. SUSAN CHALMERS, VICE-PRESIDENT. She has earned her way to that promotion and she fully deserves the post. She has brought in the Stoughton contract, worth three hundred million dollars. OK, so Leonard is neck-to-neck with her with the Habber contract to the tune of three hundred and fifty million dollars, but what is a mere fifty million, right?

  Her heart sinks.

  Actually, if they wanted to be picky about it, that fifty million can mean the whole world between a promotion and another few more years of waiting in the wings. It just so happened that Dan Barry, the previous VP, dropped dead of a heart attack. Susan was genuinely sorry about it, even though Dan was a lecher who liked to grope all the women and cheat on his wife.