He picked up a candle in each hand and tipped them until the wax dripped out of the well. It seemed to happen in slow motion. The wax dripped ever so slowly, her body pulled taut, waiting for the rush of heat. When it finally touched her clit, it was as if she had been licked by a tongue of flames. She screamed her release as Ian pressed an ice cube over the wax, immediately cooling it down and sending mixed signals of hot and cold, pleasure and pain to her brain.
The waves of pleasure shook her body and sent her someplace she’d never been. It seemed to go on forever, and then she was being carried over to the big bed. A bottle of water was pressed to her lips and she lay there limp and sated while he pulled off the wax off in big sheets. When he was done, he rubbed oil into her skin, removing the residue, before cuddling close to her. He pulled her practically on top of him and she sprawled on his large frame, letting her mind clear and her body stop shaking.
“Talk to me, sweetheart. Say something.” Ian’s warm breath was right next to her, tickling her skin. She reached up and ran her fingers through his golden hair, loving the freedom of movement and the silky way it felt between her fingers.
“I’m not sure I can even form words yet, let alone sentences. That was mind blowing. Wow.”
He chuckled. “I’m glad you liked it. I told you tonight was a night you’d remember for a long time. We owe Conor a big thanks for the arrangements, and Cam for the ceremony.”
She pretended to pout. “I thought I would remember it because of my punishments. Instead you give me a night worthy of a fairy tale.”
He burst out laughing. “What kind of kinky, messed-up fairy tales are you reading, woman? There are chains and whips hanging from the walls and a closet full of sex toys. We didn’t have stories like this when I was a kid.”
“I guess it would be wrong on several levels, wouldn’t it? Still, it’s been a wonderful night.” She sighed in contentment.
He pressed his hard cock into her hip. “The night isn’t over, slave. Since you can talk now, I think I need to take your breath away. Again.”
She ran her hand down his flat stomach and cupped his hard length through his pants. “Bring it on, Master mine.”
He rolled off the bed and began to pluck at the buttons on his shirt, revealing the golden skin underneath. Her fingers itched to explore all the hard planes and muscles beneath the smooth flesh. He started to unzip his pants and frowned.
“You look a little too comfortable there, pretty slave. I think we’ll have to do something about that.”
Before she could catch her breath, he’d rolled her over on her belly and attached her wrists to her ankles. She was restrained, vulnerable, with her ass in the air for his taking. Her arousal spiked and her pussy dripped. She loved it.
She heard the crinkle of a condom and then felt the brush of his cock against her cunt. His hands were grasping her hips hard, his fingers biting into the soft flesh. He nudged the head of his dick at her opening, probing and teasing. She tried to push back, but he easily controlled her.
“Uh uh. I’m in charge, Tori. I decide when you get cock. Damn, is there anything sexier than you on your hands and knees waiting for me to fuck you? I don’t think there is. Your ass is still a lovely red color from your punishment earlier.” His fingers traced the stripes. “Ask me for it, slave.”
She was going to kill him later. She wasn’t sure how, but her mind was whirring with visuals of pushing him off a cliff or at the very least kicking him between the legs. She was going to hurt him for teasing her like this.
“If you don’t fuck me right now I’m going to poison your food,” she said sweetly. “My handsome, sexy Master.”
She had already started her climb to orgasm once again. Her body was primed and ready. She only needed his…input.
He threw back his head and laughed. “I’ll say this for you, Tori. You don’t have an ounce of self-preservation. I’ll fuck you, slave, but you’ll have another punishment coming, and your ass is still marked from the last one. I ought to come and leave you hanging tonight.”
She scowled at him, not in the mood at all for his Dominant games. “That is so mean. We were engaged tonight.”
“That’s the only reason I won’t leave you denied and frustrated, woman. Take heed. I earned the nickname the Devil Dom. I won’t be so nice next time.”
Before she could think of a retort, he thrust into her waiting pussy with one stroke. She cried out at the feeling of being so filled with his cock.
“Ahhh, oh God. It feels so good.” She was already panting, wriggling her ass. He smacked the sore flesh and traced his handprint.
“You’re so fucking tight and hot. I’m going to fuck you fast and hard, so hold on.”
In the position she was in, she couldn’t do much else. Her head was pressed to the mattress, her ass in the air, her cunt impaled with long, thick man meat. He pulled out and slammed back in, sliding over her G-spot and sending waves of pleasure straight to her clit. Their bodies were slapping together, her pussy clenching around his cock. She was poised on the edge, waiting to go over. His fingers played with her sensitive clit.
“Come hard for me.”
She flew apart, her soul shattering into a million pieces. She screamed his name and she felt him stiffen, his cock swelling inside of her. They rode the wave together until he unfastened her restraints and pulled her close to his side. Their bodies were covered with sweat and her cream, and the room was filled with the musk of their sex. Candlelight flickered and cast shadows on their entwined limbs. Tori lay her head on his bicep and kissed his shoulder.
This was the man she loved. She hadn’t planned it, but how lucky she felt to have found him. Right next door.
She ran her hand down his muscular arm. “I still can’t believe we have our whole life to explore this passion, this connection between us.”
He pulled her closer, his fingers combing through her long hair. “Believe it, sweetheart. I’m going to make it my mission in life to keep you happy. In and out of the bedroom.”
She lifted up to gaze into his beloved face. “I’ll do the same for you. After all, we’re equals.”
He gave her a slow smile. “Equals. Partners.” He rolled her onto her back, his flesh hot against hers. “Except in the bedroom. Looks like we’re in bed right now.” His cock was already hard again and pressing into her belly.
She wound her arms around his neck. “Looks like you’re in charge. You can do whatever you want to me.”
She knew what he wanted would be what she wanted, too. They were two halves of a whole. She giggled and pressed herself closer to his hard body.
“Kiss me if you love me.”
He pressed his lips to hers and the world drifted away to a place for just the two of them. Man. Woman. Master. Slave. Partners. Most of all, lovers.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I’ve been a dreamer my entire life. So, it was only natural to start writing down some of those stories that I have been dreaming about.
Being the hopeless romantic that I am, I fall in love with all of my characters. They are perfectly imperfect with the hopes, dreams, desires, and flaws that we all have. I want them to overcome obstacles and fear to get to their happily ever after. We all should. Everyone deserves their very own sexy happily ever after.
I grew up in the cold but beautiful plains of Illinois. I now live in Central Florida with my handsome husband, who’s a real, native Floridian, and my son whom I have dubbed “Louis the Sun King.” They claim to be supportive of all the time I spend on my laptop, but they may simply be resigned to my need to write.
When I am not working, I enjoy relaxing with my family or curling up with a good book.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
About the Author
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