Master of Hearts: A Domination And Submission Romance Anthology

by Erika Masten

  The tip of his tongue separated my lips and delved inside, sending my hips jerking up as my spine arched higher than I thought possible. I ground myself into his face, and my belly burned with need. Shit, I thought, he's going to make it so easy to come.

  He retreated a little and explored the entire labial area with his lips and his tongue. Then he slid one finger inside me and moved it steadily in and out for a few beats. When his tongue moved to my clit, circling it first, then moving inward until he was flicking me deliciously, I felt the orgasm gather inside me. I cried out. Pleasure was infusing my entire body and my muscles tensed for the explosion...but he stopped.

  As he pulled back, one of his hands darted up to my breasts. He snagged one of my nipples and clamped down, crushing it between finger and thumb. The pain confused me and kicked me back from the edge of climax. "Don't," I gasped, wondering for a crazy moment if I should use my safeword. He was hurting me.

  He stopped instantly and soothed my nipple with his thumb.

  "Ssh," he said, his tongue gently lapping at my nether lips. "You'll come when I allow it, and not before."

  "I was almost there."

  "I know." He looked up at me from between my wide spread thighs. "That's why I stopped. I'll let you come when you want it more than you want your next breath."

  "That's cruel."

  He laughed. "Cruel and controlling, I know. But you're so fucking responsive, Jo. I can't tell you how many times I've dreamed of having you here like this, panting under my touch and pleading for pleasure. I can hardly believe I've finally got you in my bed." And he slid up, covering me from head to foot, and, for the first time, pressed his mouth to mine.

  And of course I melted. His kiss was gentle and sweet. He had a wicked mouth. His lips were soft and his tongue was deft and knowing. He tasted salty and tangy. From me, I realized. Our tongues teased each other for a while before the kiss deepened and became passionate.

  After a long time, he lifted his head so his mouth hovered above mine. "I'm going to put on a condom. Are your wrists okay? If you're getting stiff or numb, I will release you. But I'd like to fuck you like this: all spread out for me."

  "I'm okay." His cuffs were surprisingly comfortable, made of soft leather that did not chafe. I could tell that my arms would eventually be tired of being held overhead, but he hadn't stretched them and my elbows were slightly bent, so I wasn't uncomfortable. "That hurt when you squeezed my nipple though," I added, somewhat fearful that he might do it again. "Am I gonna be bruised there when I look in the mirror?" Blue markings from Blue?

  "Not there. Elsewhere, maybe a bit." His hand slid under me and squeezed my ass hard. "I might have to put my mark on you now and then, to remind you you're mine."

  I sighed. Why did that excite instead of scaring me?

  "It's not uncommon to mix sexy pain with pleasure in this kind of lovemaking. You might grow to like it."

  "I think I'll need some convincing before I believe that." But I was already half-convinced. He clearly knew a lot about this kinky stuff, and I felt safe with him.

  "I'll be happy to try to convince you." As he spoke, he was rolling on a condom. Then he reared over me, positioning himself between my thighs. "I'm going to fuck you so hard. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I want to hear you scream, Angel. I want to hear you beg."

  Once again his words enflamed me. "Do it, then," I challenged, arching my hips for him. "Let's see if you can."

  He flashed me a threatening grin and parted my labia with his fingers. The blunt head felt huge as he lodged it within, and for a moment I was alarmed. I had never had anything that big inside me before. I hoped he would go slow.

  He didn't. He cocked his hips and rammed me, and I did indeed cry out, partly in surprise, partly in lust, and partly in pain at the stretching. But my inner walls were well-lubricated, and the vagina, as I'd always heard, is a flexible organ.

  "Oh babe, you're so tight. I can feel the walls of your pussy clamping down on me, and it feels amazing."

  I deliberately did a couple of Kegel contractions, making him groan. He withdrew and slammed back into me. Our hips ground together as I arched to meet him. He began a slow rhythmic slide that left me gasping. He reached over and found a throw pillow. He positioned it under my ass. The pillow tilted my pelvis up at an angle, allowing him to penetrate more deeply. Which he proceeded to do, sliding in and out more slowly now, teasing me. He took long, slow strokes, stretching and widening me with every thrust.

  I thrashed, wanting my arms free to embrace and caress him, but the look on his face made it clear that wasn't going to happen. I used my legs instead, sliding the sole of one foot up the back of his legs and doing my best to caress him with my toes.

  He shivered under the sensual assault of my feet, and I think I laughed a little. Payback. He slid one hand down to my clit, rubbing it wickedly with his thumb. Round and round, in and out, back and forth. So hot, so sweet. I was on fire. My legs clamped tightly around his hips as I soared. The rhythm increased—both of us arching and rocking our bodies into each other.

  His mouth came down on mine. He kissed me deeply, then whispered, "I wish I had three cocks. One for your pussy, one for your mouth, and one for your ass. Imagine that." Then he thrust his tongue into my mouth and one finger past the sphincter of my ass. I gasped. The feeling was all the more delicious for seeming taboo. Nobody had ever done that to me before. My entire body clenched up as the heat burst out of my pelvis and permeated every cell.

  And then I was there on that edge, that place where you know it's going to happen because you've crested the peak and there's nowhere left to go but over. It felt incredible. Pure bliss, followed by those blessed pulses of release. I screamed. The contractions were so strong that he must have felt them as the walls of my vagina tightened rhythmically on his cock. As I cried out again, he groaned, too. He sped up, pounding inside me. His thrusts grew uneven and his sounds louder, and then he stiffened. All his muscles went rigid for a second. With a shudder and a cry, he climaxed.

  We remained clasped together, hearts pounding, trying to catch our breath. "Wow," he said when he could speak.

  The contractions were still going on—so strong and so lovely. Wow indeed.

  I could lie here like this forever," he said, still inside me. "I'd get hard again every few minutes and we could fuck ourselves into oblivion."

  I giggled. "Every few minutes?"

  "Well...often. Maybe we'd fall asleep for a bit, here and there."

  "We'd have to get up to eat. And pee and stuff."

  "And work," he said with a sigh. "There's always work to do, sad to say. Fortunately, I can make my own hours." He nodded toward the computer equipment on the other side of the loft. "And my office is close by."

  "What about your employees?"

  "My employees work from their own offices or their homes. This is the internet age, babe. My company exists in cyberspace, like most of my life."

  "Well, I'm grateful to cyberspace, since that's how we met."

  "Cyberspace rocks," he agreed. His fierce kisses had turned gentle. "You're okay, Jo?"

  "More than okay. That was my first climax ever. With a partner, I mean."

  "Sweet." He gave me a big, happy grin. "I was worried it might be too rough for you. But you seemed okay with everything."

  "I was. I guess it's what I've always kinda wanted."

  He reached overhead to free my arms. "Slowly," he warned, as I lowered them. "You might be stiff from being bound."

  I was, a little, but I didn't mind. The blissful feeling still suffused my entire body. He massaged me gently, and I was finally able to hold him, hug him, run my fingers over his smooth, molded muscles. His manner had changed from harsh to gentle, domineering to sweet, which was exactly what I needed. He held me sheltered in the crook of his arm and caressed my hair in a loving way.

  I thought about what he'd just said about lying like this forever. I almost asked him if this was
going to be a thing now—us, him and me. But I managed to hold the question back. It wouldn't be cool to fuck a guy once and immediately try to pin him down to a relationship.

  On the other hand, this was Dax. We already had a relationship.

  "How long does your spring break last?" he asked. "A week or so?"

  "Ten days, if you count next weekend. Classes don't begin again until that Monday."

  "Good. It's getting me hard again to think of all I can accomplish in ten days." A devilish look came into his eyes, and I felt one of his hands move to my breasts. Finger and thumb closed gently on my nipple. "I've got so much to teach you. We're gonna have fun."

  He pinched a little, and I squirmed. My tired pussy clenched again, as if to say, bring it on, Tough Guy.

  Wow, I thought happily. Best. Vacation. Ever.

  A Few Days Later...

  Angelique: Way to go, dude. You just saved my ass from three vicious orcs.

  Dax: 'Course I did. Ur ass is mine, babe. Great healz, BTW. Who ever said chicks suck at gaming?

  Angelique: Nobody we know, I trust!

  Dax: Now that the boss is down, the real-time dungeon master is getting horny, so log out, pet. I want you over on the bed. Naked.

  Angelique: As you wish, Sir.

  Dax: Damn, I could get used to this.

  Angelique: U R used to this!

  Dax: I mean, I could get used to always having you in the same house with me. It's hot watching your fingers flying over the keyboard. And your face gets so cute & intense when we're slaughtering monsters.

  Angelique: That's what gets you hot?!

  Dax: That & your tits, babe. Stop typing and come kiss me, Jo.

  Angelique: Wait. One more thing to type.

  Dax: You're on thin ice, babe. Okay. Type.

  Angelique: So...after all those years of gaming, I finally got the epic loot.

  Dax: Ha! Orgasms?

  Angelique: And a real-life boyfriend.

  Dax: A real-life girlfriend's pretty epic for me, too. Get over here.

  Angelique: On my way, Master....

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  Welcome to Purgatory! A club for every desire.

  For as long as she could remember, Emerson wanted only one man. But he wanted nothing to do with her. Until she discovered his secret--in a sex club. With a mask and a plan she goes after him and ends up unearthing her own secret desires.

  Rio wants what he can't have but isn't about to ruin his life over it. Now a new woman has caught his eye and he longs to discover why she hides.

  As they get closer to the truth, the tension escalates and the forbidden becomes irresistible.

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  Chapter One

  “Em, are you really going to go through with this?” Katie yelled over the loud music pounding through the club.

  “Of course I am. It’s what I’ve been working up to for months now. Why would I back out now?”

  “Oh, I don’t know. Because maybe when you take off that mask and Rio gets one look at the real you, you’ll be a dead woman.”

  Em looked at her friend’s frightened expression, trying not to laugh. It had taken a long time getting to know the people here at Purgatory before she’d built up the nerve to tell anyone who she really was. Now she was tired of hiding, and ready to unveil her identity once and for all. She didn’t want to think about the public humiliation Rio could put her through if he made a scene. She worried too much about him as it was.

  “You know they don’t allow masks at the private after-hours party. If I want to take the next step in my journey, and I do, then I have no choice but to reveal myself. Rio be damned.” If the man wasn’t already damned. She looked up at where he stood, watching one of the play stations. Master D’s station, of course. She couldn’t tell what he was doing tonight, but she knew it was one of the more hardcore stations they offered where they did things like violet wand or needle play.

  From this vantage point, she stared at Rio’s profile. Wavy dark hair, tanned skin from working outdoors with her brother, and all black leather—from the vest to the pants that hugged what she knew was the most perfect ass on the planet, to the black leather boots he wore on his feet.

  Here in this environment, he made it impossible to read his body language. She found him guarded, more often than not with a stern expression. Some went so far as to refer to him as El Diablo, the devil himself.

  “Em, last dance of the night and I have a slot center stage with no one to fill it. You want it?” Gabriel, the club manager, had sneaked up behind her while she ogled Rio for the umpteenth time that night. She tore her gaze away and turned to Gabe with a smile on her face.

  “You want me?”

  “Ahh, my dear, you have no idea. Everyone wants the elusive Em.”

  “I find that hard to believe.”

  “Why is that?”

  She shrugged. She wouldn’t get into her insecurities with Gabe. Here in the club things were different for her. She wasn’t the sweet little Emerson whom no one ever spoke to.

  No, here she was bold and wanton, and reveled in the attention of the many patrons who liked to watch her. Even Rio. He’d been cool about it, of course, never showing too much interest, but there’d been a few times where she’d caught his gaze as he watched her play. She’d thought the heat in his eyes matched the arousal coursing through her body at his perusal, but so far he’d been aloof, never approaching her.

  “So, darlin’, do you want to take the chains?”

  She’d been eyeing that platform for a long time, wondering what it would be like to get up there, helpless in front of everyone.

  “Yes, actually I do.” Already her body hummed with anticipation. What better way to kick off the rest of her night than by putting herself out there in a new way?

  “Come with me then and I’ll get you set up.”

  She followed Gabe through the crowd as they headed for the cage in the middle of the room. The energy of it all vibrated through her core, turning her on. She’d certainly come a long way from the first night she’d stepped into the club. Gabe held his hand up and she allowed him to lead her onto the small stage.

  Her stomach tightened, partly from nerves, but mostly excitement. She looked down at her outfit, grateful that she’d chosen to go bold and daring tonight. The miniscule leather skirt didn’t quite cover her ass, and the fishnet halter-top allowed a peek at her nipples that were currently straining against the fabric.

  “Raise your arms for me, Em.” She did as he asked and he placed the manacles around her wrists, fastening her arms to the chains hanging from the top corner of the cage. Emerson spread her legs and allowed him to fetter her ankles as well.

  “You comfortable?”

  She nodded.

  Gabe stood back and appraised her appearance. “You picked the perfect outfit for tonight. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you had something like this in mind to begin with.” Heat flared in his eyes as he reached for the hem of her skirt. For a split second his fingers flirted
with the crack of her ass before he rubbed his palms down the back of her thighs and up again, lifting her skirt to reveal her bare bottom and get the show started.

  The crowd around her roared their approval as a shot of excitement rushed through her chest and straight to her clit. Large, strong hands massaged her ass as her body writhed in tempo with his movements. God, she loved this. Her head buzzed with the rhythm of the music and the heady sensations of Gabe stroking her ass while everyone watched and chanted for more.

  When Gabe pulled his hand away she didn’t expect the loud smack across her skin that came next. The stinging pain caught her breath until his hand returned and smoothed the pain away.

  “I’ll bet your pussy’s soaked right about now.”

  “Maybe.” Hell yeah, she’d felt a liquid rush from the moment she’d stepped up to the platform.

  “Ahh, darlin’, your teasing days are over now, aren’t they? If you stay for the private session, one of these Doms here tonight is going to show us all just how tasty you are.”

  Emerson’s muscles jolted deep inside her. Gabe had no idea how much she longed to take her education and experience to the next level. As much as she wanted Rio to be the one to do it, she wasn’t waiting for him anymore. It was now or never.

  Another resounding smack on her opposite cheek brought her focus back to the here and now, and the crowd cheering in front of her. Automatically her hands fought at the bindings around her wrists, her mind shrieking for her to touch herself.

  “Everyone in the VIP area is watching you right now. Speculating…planning. But don’t worry. Dan came up with the perfect idea for your introduction tonight. Something more civilized than just fighting over you.” Gabe’s breath tickled the back of her neck every time he spoke, only increasing the madness building inside her—and he knew it.