Master of Hearts: A Domination And Submission Romance Anthology

by Erika Masten

  As she chucked the shirt to the floor, Logan's head dipped down and he captured her first nipple between his teeth, nipping lightly. Angelica cried out as the pleasure and slight pain from the nip rushed through her.

  "Mmmm. I love these nice little tight nipples Angel," he murmured as he kissed his way across her chest and then captured the second nipple between his lips. The nipple hardened almost instantaneously as his tongue swirled around it, flicking the tip.

  The wetness between her legs increased, and she wiggled uncomfortably under him. Logan emitted a low moan and lifted his head, his lust-filled eyes locking onto hers, reflecting the hunger and need she was currently feeling. Sitting back on his heels between her legs, he pushed the camisole all the way up and tossed it to the floor.

  Angelica sat up and placed a string of kisses down his chest and stomach while undoing his jeans. With the jeans undone, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the jeans and pulled his boxer briefs down exposing his swollen shaft to her, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

  She licked her lips as her eyes feasted on his massive dick. As she lowered her mouth to the tip, her eyes peered back up into his and she held his gaze as her tongue lashed out and flicked the tip. Logan's eyes closed for a moment as he inhaled sharply at the delicious contact. Opening his eyes he threaded his hands into her hair as he urged her mouth down onto him.

  Gently grasping his balls in her hand, she massaged them lightly as her tongue continued its torment of the sensitive head of his dick. She moaned softly as her mouth took in the head and her tongue circled it while flicking at the tip.

  "Damn Angel that's good," Logan groaned, his hands fisting her long strands tightly, almost painfully tight. He rocked his hips toward her, begging her to take him in deeper.

  Ending his torment, Angelica took him in until the tip of his shaft pressed against the back of her throat. Moving her hand from his balls to the base she enclosed the remainder of his long, thick member in her fist. She began to move up and down on it, her hand and mouth working in perfect sync. Her tongue swirled and teased the head and length as her head bobbed up and down on him.

  "That's it baby. I'm gonna come in that beautiful mouth of yours."

  While swallowing semen was never one of her favourite things to do, with him the proclamation of filling her mouth excited her more than she could have imagined. Maybe it was the tone in his voice – deep, forceful and demanding – or maybe it was the fact she was so aroused that the evidence of her arousal was slowly beginning to slide down her inner thighs. Whatever the reasoning behind it, she redoubled her efforts, sucking and licking, moaning her own pleasure as she also found herself coming close to her breaking point.

  Her free hand slipped under the waistband of her pants and reached between her legs to help relieve her anguish, but his hand quickly closed around her wrist and forced her hand behind her back. "You'll come when I tell you to."

  His words took her by surprise and caused her to stop what she was doing and peer up into his desire-filled eyes. Oh dear God! Her pussy was throbbing and she needed relief – now!

  "Finish me, Angel, then I'll make sure you're rewarded."

  Eager to see what he intended for her “reward” she put her focus back on his throbbing dick. Pre-cum seeped from the tip, which she licked off and then continued stroking and sucking. He was nearing his breaking point, she could feel his balls tighten in her palm and his cock thicken. She moaned and flicked the slit with her tongue and just as she was taking him fully into her mouth once more he groaned, low and feral, thrusting his hips against her mouth and exploding in her mouth a stream of cum. His cock slammed against the back of her throat and she greedily drank down every last drop.

  She was swallowing the final surge of cum when she felt his hands on her shoulders pushing her back down against the mattress. Releasing his depleted, yet semi-erect cock from her mouth she positioned herself on the center of the bed.

  "Take off the bottoms, Angel," he ordered as he stripped off the remainder of his clothing.

  Suddenly feeling slightly shy, she hesitated as her eyes wandered the length of his magnificent, beautifully toned body. Once her eyes finished their survey of his body she slowly pulled her jogging pants down. Angelica could feel a blush gracing her cheeks as his eyes left hers to wander the length of her body, watching her slide the pants further down exposing herself fully to him. She tossed the jogging pants to the floor, onto the growing pile of clothing.

  His eyes lingered at her groin area before slowing moving back up her stomach, and hesitated at her breasts and then to catch her gaze. "Anything I want, huh? That was the deal for me to stay, correct?"

  The heat in her cheeks intensified as she nodded. She'd never felt so exposed or so excited in her life. Usually when she was naked with a man they were touching, or kissing, or occupied with each other. She'd never had a man examine her naked body so openly before.

  Logan leaned over her and kissed her stomach. "I love that you shave." His lips slowly moved lower until she could feel the warmth of his breath on her wet pussy and it sent a shiver through her. "Bend your knees and spread your legs wide for me."

  Oh God! She did as told, excitement coursing through her.

  Spreading her pussy lips, Logan's tongue flicked across her clit and she cried out as the pleasure rushed through her. Her hands instinctively went to his head, urging him lower, but he brushed her hands away and turned his eyes to meet hers. "Hands above your head."

  What? "But I..."

  "If you don't I’ll tie them to the headboard."

  "Is that a promise or a threat Mr. Sinclair?" she teased, giving him a wicked smile while crossing her arms behind her head, attempting to appear more casual than she was feeling.

  A smile threatened to touch his lips, but she could tell he was fighting it. "Well, let's just find out." While his tone was firm, amusement danced in his green eyes as he stood, went to his dresser and rummaged through it with his back to her.

  Another bout of desire rocked through her and her pussy clenched in anticipation as she watched him. Damn, she wanted him so desperately she had to bite her lower lip to keep from begging him to fuck her. His cock was hard once again, thick and standing at attention. She doubted she could ever get bored of seeing him this way.

  She heard a clink as he stood and when he turned he had a pair of steel handcuffs in his hand. Her heart rate accelerated as he walked back over to the bed dangling the cuffs from his fingertips. "You always travel with handcuffs, Logan?" While her tone was teasing, she was finding herself becoming curious about him. Butt plugs and handcuffs? What exactly had he had planned for her for the month?

  "Hands straight up and over your head."

  Angelica raised her hands high over her head and for a moment found herself impressed at how perky her breasts appeared in that position, her tight pink nipples standing tall and pointed skyward. Surprisingly enough she didn't find herself feeling the least bit nervous as he proceeded to lean over her and secure her wrists, tethering them to the rung of the headboard above her head.

  Once they were secure he sat back up and watched as she struggled with the restraints. There was no way she was going to be able to become free until he decided she could. Having her hands restrained reminded her of how much she wanted to touch him – she both loved and hated the feeling. She let out a slow unsteady breath and the throbbing between her legs once again became her primary focus as his lips began to work his way back down her body with a series of soft kisses and nips.

  "Logan...." she groaned. He was moving too slowly. She needed him between her legs, his tongue working her clit and thrusting into her pussy until she came – and she needed it now!

  Logan ignored her plea, in fact she could have sworn she'd heard a soft chuckle as he moved slower still. She bucked her hips as his mouth reached the apex between her legs. "Behave or I'll restrain you fully."

  Oh God, oh God, oh God! Was he serious? Would he? She'd never
been into bondage, or anything of a kinky or deviant nature, but she was certainly aware of some of the practices. The Internet was plentiful when it came to those sorts of things. Just how serious was he? She wanted to find out everything about his sexual preferences, but her wonderings came to an abrupt halt as he repositioned himself between her legs, spreading her pussy lips and swiping his tongue the length of her slit, slowly lapping up her abundance of juices that had been seeping from her.

  "Logan! My God please!" she cried out as she struggled with a newfound vigour at her restraints. Her body became engulfed in her desire. Logan ran his tongue along the length of her a second time from her anus to her clit, but this time his tongue remained at her clit, flicking and teasing the swollen nub as he thrust two fingers deep into her core. She cried out a second time as he began to stroke her inner wall and she came quickly to her breaking point.

  "Don't come."

  Oh my God! Don't come! Is he insane! She squirmed and moaned, her body painfully tense from her anticipation. "I have to."

  He didn't have a chance to reply. Just as she spoke the words her mind went blank and she was consumed with the intense pleasure ripping through her. She shuddered as she came over and over in a series of orgasms until she found herself spent and lightheaded from the experience.

  She didn't even have a chance to open her eyes before Logan had pulled himself away from her, grabbed her hips and flipped her over. The cuffs tightened on her wrists almost to the point of hurting – almost. He then lifted her so she was on her knees, her chest flush against the bed and her ass skyward.

  "I was going to take you slowly, but being that you didn't listen and you let go I'm taking you how I want you."

  While her initial response was an enthusiastic YES! she remained quiet. Not sure how the “game” was supposed to be played, she wasn't sure if she was supposed to be happy over the thought of a hard and fast fucking or not, but considering how long he'd made her wait to feel him inside of her, she welcomed it.

  Logan spread her legs and she felt him pushing up behind her. She moaned softly, pressing back as far as her restraints would allow.

  "Not yet," Logan chastised, caressing her bare ass cheek with one hand while he ran the head of his rock solid shaft back and forth between her soft, drenched folds. "Do you want it?"

  "Oh God Logan, yes!" Her hands turned into tight fists as he stopped his teasing and pressed the head of his cock at her entrance, but not entering – yet. "Please," she begged, hating the desperation in her voice, but not being able to help it. How could he have such restraint?

  After what felt like an eternity of waiting, without warning Logan drove his cock deep into her, his balls slapping against her pussy with a loud smack. She screamed and arched her back, trying to get him deeper as he stretched her to her limits. Good, so good. "My God Logan, more!"

  She thought she heard a soft chuckle coming from behind her, but didn't have time to ponder it as he began to thrust fast and hard into her. His thrusts came at a frantic pace, his groin slamming against her ass and pressing her tighter into the mattress with each thrust.

  "So fucking tight. So good." Logan's hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging in painfully, but she didn't care. It was good, so good. The feel of his cock, the head rubbing against just the right spot to make her moan with each inward thrust, the slap of his balls against her pussy and the soft grunts of pleasure coming from him were all sending her to the summit at an alarming pace. Faster and harder Logan thrust until she felt his cock harden and throb within her.

  "Oh God, Logan. Give it to me. I need to feel you." Just as the words left her mouth he slammed into her a final time and with a loud groan of pleasure he began to fill her with his warm cum. The feel of his cum rushing into her, filling her was enough to send her spiralling over the edge. She cried out his name and fisted the sheet under her as the muscles in her pussy clenched, her body trembled and then she released.

  Logan remained securely within her for a few minutes as he gently caressed her bottom and lower back. His fingers worked expertly over her skin and she sighed with relief and satisfaction. Their mixture of fluids seeped past his dick and slowly slid down her inner thighs to the sheets below her.

  "Damn, amazing Angel." Logan slowly withdrew and she whimpered softly, already missing the feel of him filling her. Angelica turned her head and watched as he slipped from the bed, made his way back over to the suitcase and produced what she presumed to be the key to the cuffs. Walking back across the room he quickly undid the cuffs and tossed them and the key onto the nightstand before stretching out on his side beside her, bracing his head up with his hand.

  Angelica rolled onto her side facing him, mimicking his position. She frowned; the serious expression he was wearing troubled her.

  “I need to confess something to you, Angelica.”

  “Okay.”

  "I didn't come here to help you. I came here to get even with Richard by hurting you. By punishing you for his mistakes."

  Angelica frowned. "Yes, but... not anymore... right?"

  He sighed and she could see the conflicting emotions in his eyes. "I've lived with this hate and resentment for so long Angel... I’m sorry for how I treated you when I first arrived."

  As they lay looking into each other’s eyes Angelica's mind raced through the events that had transpired since he arrived at the manor. She considered his arrogance and heartless acts, but there was also softness to him. He held her when she cried, making her feel like it would be okay. When he told her she wasn’t alone anymore, she believed him. Those weren't actions of a man full of hate.

  “I don't want to hurt you, Angel. It's more than just the fact that your father was Richard. I'm just not good with women, with relationships." Logan sighed and touched her cheek, his thumb tracing her lips and causing her to close her eyes and bask in his caress.

  "I'm not asking for anything from you other than to stay, to try," she whispered. As she opened her eyes back up she leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his chest. "It's not about the money. I need someone, Logan."

  "But Angel I –"

  She closed the distance between them and to her relief he rolled onto his back, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight to him. "I need you," she whispered, clinging to him and feeling the tears form at the corners of her eyes.

  ****

  Logan found himself at a loss for words, his emotions pulling him in a thousand different directions. He barely knew the sweet, beautiful woman holding onto him tightly. But he wanted to know more and at the same time the resentment was still there – lingering. How could he walk away from her? As much as he didn't want to admit it, he needed her as much if not more than she needed him. He'd been alone for a long time – too long.

  Could Angelica be the woman to turn him into the man he wanted to be?

  His mind flashed back several years to his adoptive mother's death. Being an only child he'd felt so damn alone and thrown himself into work, building his empire, driven by the crazed desire to rid himself of the thoughts and feelings of loneliness. When not working he'd lose himself in random women, submissive types whose sole purpose to him was to make him forget the emptiness by giving in to his every desire no matter how deviant or perverse.

  I need you. Her words echoed in his head as he looked down at her cuddled next to him. Yes, he needed her as well. They needed each other. His mind made up he hooked his index finger under her chin and tilted her head so her eyes met his. "I think I need you just as much Angelica."

  She smiled as a tear trickled down her cheek and another chunk of ice got chipped off the block of ice surrounding his heart.

  "But only if all parts of the original agreement are intact," he teased, attempting to lighten the mood.

  "Anything you want Logan Sinclair. I'm at your service." She smiled, her face and expression brightening.

  "Hmmmm. Don't expect me to be easy on you. It could be a rough month," he warned.

  "
I'm up for a challenge," she countered, brushing her lips across his.

  Chapter 8

  Waking, Logan felt for Angelica in the darkness of the room, but turned up empty.

  “Angel?” He sat up in the bed and turned on the nightside table lamp, then slipped out of bed. After a quick search of his adjoining bathroom he went to her room. Again empty.

  Why in the hell is she up in the middle of the night? Going back to his room he pulled on a pair of black jogging pants and made his way downstairs, checking every room he thought she might be in.

  Downstairs he headed for the kitchen – still nothing. He was about to give up when he noticed a room that was normally locked open and light spilling out into the darkened hallway. Curious and hopeful he’d finally found her so he could convince her to come back to bed, he peered in and although she wasn’t inside there was a bunch of file folders open and spread across the top of the dark oak desk.

  Frowning he crossed the room to inspect the papers. Sitting down in his adoptive father’s chair, he began to examine the files and it felt like his heart sank into his stomach. He needed to find her. To explain. He couldn’t even imagine what she was thinking right now, but wouldn’t doubt she hated him.

  I need to find her. Got to.

  Racing from the room he made his way to the entranceway and was relieved to see her Mercedes was still in the driveway. Looking into the coat closet next to the door he noticed the sneakers she usually wore when going for an outdoor run were gone. She was on the property – but where?

  He slipped on a pair of running shoes and mulled over where she could be. Where in the hell would she go running this time of night? After a minute of thought there was only one place he could imagine her being. Especially after the night she’d just had.

  After taking a moment to grab a flashlight, he exited the house and jogged across the property to the gardens. Her mother had been an avid gardener. The garden was massive; he’d almost consider it a labyrinth of high hedges and had yet to explore it all.