For His Desire (Full Trilogy)

by Matisse, Alora

  For His Desire

  by

  Alora Matisse

  Copyright © 2012

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

  Copyright © 2012

  All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Warning: This work contains scenes of graphic sexual nature and it is written for adults only(18+). All characters depicted in this story are over 18 years of age.

  Note: This series has been previously published in the “Filthy Smut” anthology series.

  Table of Contents

  Bound (For His Desire Book 1)

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Shaved (For His Desire Book 2)

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Punished (For His Desire Book 3)

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Bound

  (For His Desire Book 1)

  Chapter 1Elena applied her lipstick carefully, making an extra effort and wearing a brighter shade of red than usual. She wanted to keep her expectations realistic; chances were that her lipstick would remain undisturbed by the end of the night, but Elena still held out hope. The thought of being kissed forcefully enough to smudge her lipstick excited her.

  She knew very little about her blind date, other than his name was Michael and he was a businessman. She was not even sure what the nature of his business but she was sure that she would learn all about him. Elena knew a certain amount of skepticism was healthy, but she wasn’t going to let that ruin her evening.

  Elena decided at the last moment to wear her red hair down loose. Every day for work she pinned it up and she liked the way it fell past her shoulders. Overall, she felt that she presented a pleasing package in her short, black dress. One last look in the mirror and she felt ready to go.

  The restaurant was very upscale, one with which Elena was familiar with although she had never eaten there. When she arrived, she easily found Michael, who was already seated. She noticed he was handsome -- quite handsome, in fact. His suit was expensive and he was obviously comfortable both in the suit and in his surroundings.

  He greeted the staff by name and seemed to know the menu completely. He asked Elena if she minded if he ordered dinner for both of them and she did not mind. She was curious to see what Michael came up with.

  Dinner was delicious, as was their conversation which consisted of brief talks about work. She learned that he was an entrepreneur, constantly busy with work though she sensed that there was a fun side to him as well. His smile was easy and his charm was contagious. Elena was transfixed with him and she had a sense that other women in the restaurant were looking at Michael as well.

  When the last bite of dinner was finished, Elena couldn’t help but feel a sense of disappointment. It had been some time since she had truly enjoyed herself on a date and Michael was very easy to talk to. She couldn’t help but wonder about his lips as he spoke, wondered how they would feel pressed against her own. Before the night was over, she had to taste him.

  Elena didn’t want the date to end and it appeared he was of the same mind.

  “Would you like to go back to my place?” he asked.

  Elena was impressed with his directness; they could flirt and dance around the issue for hours if they wanted, but they had an intense curiosity about one another and a heat between them both wanted to explore.

  It was on the tip of her tongue to say something flirty and coy: “What makes you think I am that kind of girl?” perhaps, but it was unnecessary. He wasn’t playing games and neither would she.

  “Yes, I would,” she finally answered, prepared to follow him to his home, curious about this man and about his life.

  “I’ll drive,” he offered, not waiting for her to object. He helped her into his Lexus and buckled her into the passenger seat. She noticed that his hand lingered at her hip and she felt a surge of arousal at his touch. His manner was confident, as was his driving.

  “Are you always this in control?” Elena asked. She couldn’t stop watching him, as he fascinated her.

  “Yes. Always.” His attention was on the road ahead and she watched him as he drove. She relaxed into the comfortable seat and enjoyed their drive. She had to admit that she was curious about this confidence he exuded and the control to which he had alluded.

  His house was located just outside the city limits and she saw it long before they pulled into his private drive.

  Elena hadn’t quite been sure what to expect, but the obscenely lavish house spread out before her was beyond what she had imagined. “It’s beautiful,” she said, feeling even as she said it that ‘beautiful’ was much too weak a word to describe the opulence that surrounded them.

  “It’s home,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. Of course he could be blasé about it; he lived there. To Elena, though, it was quite impressive. He invited her to look around as he offered to get some wine. Elena wandered from the foyer into a library, perusing the shelves and finding an interesting mixture of vintage books and expensive curios.

  He returned with two wine glasses and a bottle itself. He showed it to her as though to get her approval. “Looks good,” she told him. It was wet and would taste of grapes; that’s all she knew of wine and all she needed to know.

  “You have one of everything,” she remarked, looking around and smiling.

  “Not everything,” he said. “I like to collect things from my travels.”

  “You travel often?” she asked.

  “For work, generally,” he replied. “It does keep me busy. Tonight was a good break from work.”

  Elena smiled at him as though to remind him that the evening was not over. Indeed it was a good break for her, too. She was distracted, not by the house itself – though it was very distracting and she could have spent hours wandering through the various rooms admiring his décor – but by his hands. She watched as he uncorked the bottle, her gaze transfixed by each action he performed. She realized how much she wanted those hands on her body.

  Michael looked up then, as though reading her mind, and she blushed as their eyes met. He handed her the glass of wine and she tasted, her unsophisticated palate unable to discern the variety of wine.

  “It’s good,” she murmured.

  “I’m glad you like it.” He was standing close enough to her that she would swear that she could feel his body heat. He leaned in and kissed her, parting her lips and tasting her. She returned his kiss eagerly, her arms wrapping around him. She pressed her body against him, tasting him and letting him taste her. It was better than she had hoped.

  Reluctantly he pulled back, breaking the kiss. He had other plans that did not involve making out in the library all evening. Elena was obviously disappointed that he pulled away. She was breathing hard, wanting more.

  “Tease,” she said.

  “It’s only a tease if I don’t intend to follow through.” His hand cupped her breast, his fingertip brushing her nipple as he kissed her again. Heat shot through her body directly to her pussy. He led her toward his bedroom, still kissing her. He carried the bottle of wine with him, though Elena wasn’t certain that they were going to have a chance to drink it. Consu
ming the wine wasn’t even in her thoughts, as there were other things she wished to consume.

  With each touch, each kiss, Elena felt her pussy growing wetter; she felt a concentrated heat directly between her legs. Michael had that effect on her and it thrilled her. She could feel his cock growing hard within his pants and she was pleased to discover that she was having on him.

  The room was enormous, but the focal point was definitely the bed. It was a large bed with an elaborate wooden frame and wooden, carved headboard. Elena barely had a chance to admire it before she and Michael were kissing again, moving on to the bed. Elena melted into him, melted into the bed as he continued touching her. His touches were gentle, but quickly became more urgent.

  Michael fondled the bottom of Elena’s dress, slowly pulling it up her body. His hands caressed every inch of her as he removed her dress and Elena shivered. With deft movements, he removed her bra and panties, tossing the matching black lacy undergarments onto his floor.

  “Lie down,” he said, his voice firm as his lips brushed her earlobe.

  Elena lay back on the large bed, aware that he was looking at her and admiring her body. She felt on display for him, felt lewd lying back with her legs spread. She closed them, but he placed his hands to her thighs, pushing her legs apart.

  “Don’t hide yourself from me,” he said and something about the words excited her. “Beautiful,” he said as his lips pressed to her neck and Elena rose up to greet him, hungrily. “You should never hide this, any of this.” He kissed Elena more voraciously and she wanted him to devour her.

  She wrapped her arms around him, trying to pull him down to her. Instead, he broke free of her hold. It had started very subtly, this power play between them but Elena felt her heart race more each time he assumed control. She tried to read the expression on his face, but Michael held his emotions carefully in check.

  “Hands down,” he told her, curious as to how she would respond. His voice was still low and his tone was not unkind, but something about it made Elena want to submit.

  Her hands curled into fists as she clutched the sheets, keeping her hands down. His words and tone aroused her and made her more curious about him, made her want to know him as she was getting to know her. Keeping her hands off of him was frustrating and difficult but she felt her arousal and wetness spread. She knew he could see how wet she had become and the thought brought a blush to her cheeks.

  Michael removed his tie and rubbed its silkiness against Elena’s nipples, teasing them into hard points. The silk against her skin felt amazing and she gasped. Her first instinct was to reach for him, but she tried to keep her hands where he wanted them. He bent down and kissed her, his lips touching every place that his silky tie had touched.

  “Put your hands up over your head,” Michael said and Elena moaned with excitement. Her heart was beating wildly as she placed her hands up over her head. Michael encircled her right wrist with the silky tie, binding her wrist to the heavy headboard. His movements were confident and effortless and Elena had to test the binding. She discovered it held firm.

  Michael retrieved a second tie and she offered her wrist. He bound the left wrist to the headboard as well, rendering Elena helpless before him. Any thoughts of fright or apprehension were completely overwhelmed by her enthusiasm. The ties held her, but she knew that Michael’s orders would hold her as well.

  “Now we have those out of the way,” he said, intending to take his time exploring her body.

  Elena gasped as his hands were on her, caressing her breasts, tasting the hard nipples with the tip of his tongue. Elena moaned again, her breath catching in her throat as Michael sucked on her nipples.

  With her hands tied, Elena felt even more exposed and vulnerable, but it also thrilled her immensely. His lips found her neck and she bit her lip, closing her eyes as she felt the sensations wash over her. His hands were even more extraordinary than she had fantasized.

  His hands and mouth explored her legs and she tried to wrap her legs around him, but he wanted her to keep her legs spread so he could see her. With each touch, Elena ached with the need to touch him but she could not.

  He unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off. His pants were next and Elena watched breathlessly as he exposed himself bit by bit. His body was incredible, toned though still lean and she felt the desire to lick his chest, to taste him as he had tasted her.

  Elena watched raptly as Michael removed his underwear, revealing his hard cock. It was thick and Elena ached to feel it inside of her. For a moment, Elena thought that was his immediate intention, but she was disappointed to discover that he would continue to deny her. Although it frustrated her to not be given what she wanted, it made her cunt wetter in anticipation.

  She wanted to touch him, taste him but his cock was simply teasing her now, touching her thigh when she wanted to feel it deep inside of her.

  Michael picked up the wine bottle and took a long drink before setting it again on the bedside table. He kissed Elena again and she could taste the wine in his mouth. It was incredibly erotic and he teased her, pressing gently against her lips but knowing that she needed something more.

  Michael tilted the bottle above her body, letting the wine spill over her breasts and down her stomach to her pussy, which was already glistening and wet without benefit of libations. She sighed as the liquid hit her body, her sighs becoming moans as Michael placed his mouth at her breast, licking at the wine.

  She began writhing beneath him, trying to arch her body to him to help draw him inside. She was so warm and ached for his touch, but he continued the tease, drawing out the touches and brief kisses that only made her want more.

  Elena reached for him but the silk bindings kept her hands where he wanted them. She tried to twist her body around, but his weight on top of her prevented that. “Michael,” she said, breathing harder and he kissed her more passionately.

  “Fuck me,” she breathed into his ear.

  “I intend to,” he said. “When I am ready.”

  He licked and sucked at her breasts and her stomach, tilting the wine bottle to spill more wine between her legs. He licked at her inner thighs and she writhed beneath his tongue. His hand brushed against her cunt, feeling her heat but not giving in to it. Not yet.

  Elena, however, felt certain that they were both ready and she parted her thighs, ready and willing to have him inside of her. Michael’s lips met hers and Elena tasted the wine that lingered there. He could feel how much she wanted him and his cock responded.

  “Please,” she whispered, her pussy so wet and wanting. “Please.”

  Each moan and whimper from Elena’s lips made Michael’s cock harder. He rested the tip of his shaft against her moist cunt, slowly pressing just the head inside. Elena tilted her pelvis to pull Michael inside of her. In control, teasingly he pushed inside of her at his pace.

  Elena spread her legs wider, feeling as every inch of Michael’s thick cock filled her. She reached for him, the silk ties holding firmly. He thrust, feeling her warm depths envelope around his stiff dick. Elena squirmed beneath him, feeling as Michael moved slowly inside of her. He pulled out until the head was just resting against at her pussy and pushed hard into her and she screamed out in surprise and arousal.

  “So warm,” he said and Elena moved against him. She pulled him into her, enjoying the complete fullness he gave her.

  “Oh, fuck,” she groaned as he slowly thrust against her until the tease became unbearable for both of them. He was always in control of himself, of his life and his destiny but now his need to consume overcame even that control and he began to thrust harder, faster.

  She was lost in the moment and in her own need, feeling an overwhelming desire for him, for his cock. She whimpered his name as she arched up again. Without the use of her hands, she was limited in how she could move, but she felt the slow burn of her orgasm begin. She moved more frantically, crying out as Michael’s cock was fully inside her and filling her. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” Her
words were as urgent as her need. Her words and her needs fueled his own and Michael drove into her harder.

  “Fuck,” he added, his body pressed against hers. Her body was warm and she still smelled faintly of wine, but mostly of arousal, which fed his own arousal. He bent her legs, plowing into her deeper. As her own movements became more restricted by his body and by his control, Elena felt her orgasm gradually build.

  As Michael moved more forcefully, deeper inside of her, Elena’s orgasm grew, threatening to overcome her. It was slow, so slow and she feared she would never reach that peak but when it overtook, it consumed her completely. She cried out as it overtook her, wiping all other thoughts from her mind. He felt the spasms of her cunt contracting around his cock. Her body tensed and then relaxed and she let out a contented sigh.

  Michael thrust more intensely, still in control though feeling that control slip as he neared his own climax. Elena felt Michael’s powerful orgasm as he spurted inside of her, feeling her with torrents of his hot semen. It seemed endless, as stream after stream filled her, but the sensation made Elena feel sated.