by Lucia Jordan
She moaned out his name, unable to keep from arching her back and offering herself up to his masterful onslaught. The fact that she was still hooked up in her bra while he suckled and pinched at her breasts was such an erotic abstract that she felt lightheaded. Deep within her core, she sizzled and crackled and she faintly hoped she wouldn’t combust there and then.
His hand slid down from her breast to run flat over her concave belly which she sucked in instinctively. She watched that beautiful hand of his travel to land upon the pink triangle of her panties, and she bucked up, desperate for his touch there.
No doubt his multi-tasking abilities knew no bounds. Still latched to her lips, he slipped his fingers beneath the panel of her lacy thong, and rubbed into her already slick and swollen folds.
“Aah!” The loud cry escaped her before she could stop it, and her head flung back in a bliss that washed from her core to every tip of her frame. Once again, she pulled helplessly at her binds and thought it was a good thing she was tied to the bed or she’d have flown off it, levitating on ecstasy. Because Ethan had the most unerring touch; he alternated between tender and rough as he stoked her up like till she had a raging fire in her loins. He wedged those two fingers flat before sending it deep into her slit, causing another shrill cry to break forth.
“Ssh, darling. The neighbors,” he half-teased, his voice husky with passion as he looked up from her breast. Her gaze was misted over with the haze of lust that coated her senses as she met his scorching eyes.
Fuck the neighbors, Hailey thought with a clench to her teeth as she bit down another scream. The things his fingers could do…They ramped up her arousal to impossible heights as they pounded in and out of her. Deep, so deep. He hooked them just so, and suddenly she felt the fireworks start to go off right behind the spots that exploded in her vision.
“No, not yet,” he said softly, instantly retrieving his hand and making her gasp out loud. Just on that knife’s edge of her impeding orgasm, he’d broken the chain, making her sob in protest. What the hell!
“I want to taste you,” he said, his tone gentle and in contrast with the raging storm he still left roiling within her throbbing pussy. Speechless with want, she widened her already spread-eagled limbs, and watched him lower to settle his head at her cleft.
Once he drew aside her thong and placed his tongue upon her sodden pussy, the rest of the night became a blur.
Hot, delirious pleasure followed and for all she cared they could have been adrift in the middle of the ocean from the way she cried out mindlessly. Much later she figured she’d been mouthing mostly gibberish but then at the time it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but Ethan, tasting her, feasting on her.
At one point, he hitched both hands into her panties, looked up and enquired if she was overly fond of them. Dazed, she shook her head hastily. “Good,” he said, and moments later there was a perceptible “rip” as the fragile material gave way. Now she was naked from the waist down and she shivered as the cool air finally rested across her swollen folds, almost but not quite bringing down the sizzling temperature at her core.
She felt his hands heavy on her inner thighs, laying them back flat as he licked the sensitive insides that joined her thigh to her hip. She squirmed and wriggled, till a sharp “Lie still,” from him had her forcing herself into immobility.
Her lack of control over the situation proved her greatest undoing. Being totally beneath his power, made her insides melt to mush and she feared for the moment when he would finally claim her. Lord alone knew how she’d react to that ultimate possession, that final surrender of her body to his.
His tongue was lapping ferociously on her slit while his thumb circled her clit. Instinctively, her knees rose to clamp down upon his head but then she felt the pull of her restraints, reminding her she was virtually helpless. She moaned even louder, and by this time he made no effort to silence her.
“Please…oh lord, Ethan, please,” she sobbed, staring down at his head and wishing she could take it in her hands. But those were tied up out of the way too, leaving her unable to do much but endure the gradual eroding of the last of her control. She felt that familiar pounding again, like a horse-drawn carriage heading straight for her. And she was trapped there, unable to run before she was trampled underfoot.
Once again, he lifted away just as the moment of release edged into her with its pointed tip. She threw her head back and wailed, before finally looking down to see him gazing up at him with the most fiery, powerfully carnal desire. She watched with breathlessly parted lips as he started to rip his clothes off methodically. In moments he was naked before her and her eyes widened in dumbstruck delight at the sight of his magnificent cock rearing stiff and proud, half curved up to the ceiling. His sac hung heavy and low with his balls, and a whimper spilled from her lips as she watched him advance.
“Please what, Hailey?” he asked, moving like a jungle feline as he shifted up over her body.
She stared up at him, positively trembling with deprivation. “Finish this,” was her hoarse reply. “Take me, Ethan. I need you deep inside me now.”
Her words made him groan deep in his throat. He kneeled in between her spread thighs, hooking his hands beneath her knees as he pushed his crown against her slick opening. Just one measured slash of his hips, and he was seated deep inside her cove.
Hailey gasped, coiling off the bed with the forceful pleasure that gripped her. She must have been so wet for him to have slid in so smoothly. But then the pleasure became tinged with volts of sweet agony as she became conscious of how much bigger he was than her walls were accustomed to. She heard him grunt as her sheathe stretched and spasmed around him, clinging to his shaft like Velcro as he drew back out again.
“Fuck fuck fuck!” he swore through his teeth, letting go of her knees and stretching out straight over her. This sent him even deeper as he surged within her once more. He buried his face in her throat as his hips began to angle and pump. “You’re so tight, so wet,” he groaned, and sucked on her neck in that way she was becoming helpless against. She shuddered and trembled till she was scared she’d simply disintegrate.
She soon became conscious of the raw sound of their bodies slapping together, forming the perfect background for his smothered grunts and her sobbing moans. He fucked her with a strong, steady rhythm that gave her no hope of staying power. She could not outlast this. She’d been too close too many times already. His penetration was ownage; with every thrust he rocked her backwards in the bed and she felt torn to pieces and ravaged. Her walls shook around him and she had just enough time to scream out the words “I’m coming!” before she exploded all around him. Her words, her seizing muscles which rippled around his plunging shaft, seemed to trigger off his own simultaneous release.
It thrilled her to know that he was in perfect tandem. Just moments later, he was straining into her with a roar, sending himself so deep inside that she felt him jab her cervix. The intensity of the moment drove her beyond her limits and had her tumbling headlong into a bottomless inkiness of bliss.
Book 2: Hailey Learns To Submit
Chapter One
Memories of those hours in Ethan’s bed would haunt Hailey’s thoughts – and dreams – for days and nights to come, she knew.
The magnificence of it all could not be shelved aside as just hot, pounding, great sex. Because it had been more than that. He’d touched her and she’d melted, surrendered. When he’d settled deep inside her it had felt like he belonged – more than any man had felt before.
She certainly couldn’t remember how many times – and how many ways – he’d claimed her. All she knew was that, even after a whole week had passed, she still felt her body thrum in secret places in reminder of that one night of their immeasurable slaking of lusts. Every detail remained crystal clear…
After that stormy first time he’d claimed her, she’d been so sure she could take no more. So sure that there couldn’t possibly be more.
But time after tim
e, he proved her wrong.
There, on the bed, then against the wall – and in the shower before they tumbled into bed to finally sleep…Oh, he was insatiable. Before dawn, he’d woken her with soft trailing kisses all over her back as she’d lain on her belly and whimpered. Even in half-sleep, she’d stirred underneath him with a soft moan of longing. Her lower body had writhed of its own volition so that her ass rippled up against what she knew was his rock-ready cock. There were no bed restraints this time; just the delicious weight of him pressing her frame into the bed, holding her down as he straddled her closed legs. She’d felt the slide of his cock between her ass cheeks, and had quivered when he teased her sensitive and swollen vulva with his broad crown.
“I want you, Hailey,” he’d groaned into her ear, his voice low and raspy in the dim shadow of pre-dawn falling into the room. “Every second, I want you. I don’t know how to stop.”
Hailey had shivered, helpless beneath his heat and strength and passion. Her body was like a mass of basking nerves; she welcomed the thought of him taking her once again even though already, she ached sweetly in every core. “Oh, Ethan,” she sighed, about to lift and turn her head. But her slow movements were stilled as he pressed the weight of one hand into her hair so that the side of her face was pressed in the pillow. At once he was the dominant lover again; the man who would take her his way. She shivered with ecstatic expectation. Helpless to stop him, she felt him slide his fingers up and down her pussy lips with his free hand. Even she could tell how wet she already was, and in minutes he caressed her up to an all-new height of desperate, albeit dazed arousal.
“Nice and wet,” Ethan said on a deep, approving sigh. “So ready, always ready for me.” He drew back the hair falling over her cheek, and tucked it behind her ear. She could hear his harsh breath as he leaned closer to whisper, “I can’t hold back, Hailey. Not this time. It’s going to be hard and fast and I’m afraid I’m going to forget and hurt you.”
“You could never hurt me,” Hailey had sighed, her voice muffled by the pillow beneath her cheek. His only reply was another low, deep-throated growl before his hand was drawn from her pussy. He took a pillow and positioned it underneath her so that her bottom formed a slight hump. It took mere moments and then Hailey felt the sensation of his throbbing, thick and rigid shaft poking through the slight gap between her closed-together thighs. He was practically seated above her, his body astride hers and his knees on either side of her legs. She’d never been taken this way before, but as the cloud of sleep began to fade, she realized it was so hot and wild to be locked powerlessly underneath him while his cock probed between her bottom to find her slick and waiting cunt.
The sensation of his throbbing cap grazing the insides of her thighs as it sought her pleasure-puffed slit was enough to cause even more juices to spill from her. She couldn’t believe how wet and willing he made her; it scared her that he could have such effortless power over her body’s responses. He paused, his tip just resting at her entrance – and then, with swift and sharp deliberateness, he drove inside her.
Hailey let out a loud gasp when he entered her, shocked yet deeply aroused by the way he slammed so hard he banged against her ass. With each thrust, he sunk with force to the depths, giving her that sensation of being ripped in two by cock – and as always, she loved it. Loved that she was powerless to do nothing more than just take his ardent strokes as he smacked into her again and again. There was that sensual thrill of his body moving over her, into her - stimulating the sensitive regions of her ass, vulva and even her clit as his thrusts made her rub into the mattress…It was enough to have her fingers dragging through the sheets as she cried out his name.
This taking was the deepest and fiercest of all; she felt him shudder slightly as her pussy clung tightly and hungrily on him each time he jabbed and withdrew. The sweet hot punch of his every thrust almost drove her insane; she had to do something. Her hand made to slip underneath her, wishing to ease the thick pressure of her walls being stretched by his monster cock. But before she could rub on her aching clit, he stopped her.
“No. Not like that,” he rasped. And she realized that he meant for her to cum but not with any additional aid from manual stimulation. Over and over, she trembled convulsively with a thrilling rush of sensations. He’d already made her explode countless times with just his cock – she was sure it could be managed one more time…
His hands took her wrists and then linked them tightly behind her back, effectively keeping her on lockdown as he began to plunge in with piston force. The pillow smothered her cries and it was all she could do to not rip the covering apart with her teeth as he rammed into her again and again in a long series of hard, heedless thrusts. As with every other time he’d fucked her this hard, her pussy started to skip crazily from pleasure to agony. Lord he was in so deep! She felt him in places she hadn’t even known a cock could reach – or fit.
The slapping together of their flesh grew louder and more obscene, adding even more of an extreme passionate halo to the impending flood about to engulf them both. It seemed impossible for Hailey to believe she was so close, so soon.
They were so perfectly in sync it was unfathomable…Because in that instant that he groaned out loud in release; just as she felt him lunge in deeper and grind himself harder into her…he managed to push her through the silken cobweb to the jellifying orgasm that was waiting for her not far beyond.
Chapter Two
Hailey knew she was all kinds of coward for running out on Ethan the next morning while he’d lain deeply asleep. She’d awoken to find him draped over her, still locking her to him even in sleep. Carefully, she’d extracted herself from beneath him, quietly gathered her clothes, and was dressed and gone in minutes.
That was more than a week ago. After she’d left him, she’d stayed only long enough to pack the few things she had in Samantha’s apartment. Samantha had been due back that day, and Hailey had wanted to be gone by then. She’d managed to find a cheap place on the other side of town. It wasn’t much, but she didn’t plan on staying long anyway. Once she got word from those publishers…
She’d hardly been able to eat out of worry about what they’d think of her work. She’d pushed her personal boundaries on this one, and she wasn’t sure if they’d be into it. But from what she’d heard about it, the publishing firm was interested in exploring new and unique genres. Hailey could only hope she fit the bill, whatever it was.
By the third week after she left Samantha’s apartment, she was wishing she hadn’t sent the manuscript out. What had made her think she was ready? The last thing her already battered morale needed was a rejection email from some high-end publishing house. They only wanted big, sellable names, not unknowns like her who’d already taken the almost unforgivable self-publishing route more than once.
That morning, she was seated in her cramped, yet somewhat quaint looking flat, busy looking through the job boards. Her meager funds were thinning out and she didn’t want to risk getting evicted before she found something better. She’d already given up on hearing any good news from the publishers. Well, she was going to send a reminder email later that day, just in case they’d somehow overlooked her submission. But still, her hopes weren’t high.
So there was no way to describe her shock when that unexpected call came…
***
“I think you should look at this, sir,” one of his editorial assistants said to Ethan just as the last meeting was about to round up. He glanced at his watch, then up at the slim, pretty and bespectacled woman in her early forties.
“Ginny, you have something for me?” he asked, eyebrow quirking. He was impatient, but he barely reined it in for Ginny’s sake. She was one of his most diligent employees and he trusted her opinion. So what was the problem?
She shrugged. “I just thought you’d be interested in checking this new prospect out. We’ve been taking a look at it in the copyediting department and we think this is a winner. The winner. Something that coul
d blow up as big as that 50 Shades phenomenon – maybe even bigger.”
He glanced down at the folder she placed in front of him. “That sounds major, Ginny. How can you be so sure?”
“I’ve been in this line of business long enough,” she said with another shrug. “Besides; I’m not the only one. The whole team’s taken a look and we all agree it’s got immense potential. It’s not what we’re normally into, but…it’s refined, totally marketable – and hot. And trust me I do mean hot.”
Ethan was really trying to drum up enough enthusiasm for this but for some reason his mind was elsewhere. As it had been for almost the whole of the past month. He sighed. “Hot as in…?”
He saw Ginny’s face wreathe in a deviant grin. “Just read it; you’ll see what I mean. I wouldn’t ask you to if not for the buzz it’s causing in the office. We’re thinking of ringing her up asap.”
“Her?” he asked, still barely even listening. He had to fight the urge to look at his watch again. R.J. his brother, should have arrived on his private jet by now. Why hadn’t he called?
“Yes sir. She uses the pseudonym Faye Harley, but her real name’s Hailey Farah. It’s all in the file sir, along with the whole work. I know you’re mostly too busy, but If you can at least check out a few chapters…”
Ethan blinked, not hearing much after the mention of the name Hailey. Damn, a mixture of different emotions racked through him at the sound of that name. A name he’d been unable to forget since the last few weeks after she’d disappeared from his bed – and his life.