Four Erotic Series Collection: Bounds Of Passion, Sexed Up/Tied Down, Spectacular Stranger, The Proposition

by Lucia Jordan

  Ethan pulled out to let her come up for air, and then he was pounding into her mouth again. Then he fisted himself out of the way and gave up his balls for her to lap hungrily, tonguing it slickly with her saliva. Her head moved and slanted to get the best access to his gorgeous, delicious balls. She was panting with the need to taste him, almost desperate to swallow him all up if he could. His scent was maddeningly erotic, causing a twitching in her pussy that was close to making her scream.

  “Now you can touch me,” he said hoarsely yet very commandingly. “Put your hands around my cock and stroke it. That’s it, Hailey. Wank me hard.”

  His voice, his words were sending her so close to the edge as she was quick to obey his every instruction. The sensation of his hot, throbbing member pumping in and out of her fingers was more than incredibly arousing. The rate of lust grinding through her frame from her pussy outwards was enough to pulverize her if she let it.

  He groaned, deep and hard, before suddenly shifting out of her grip. She felt his fingers in her hair, tugging her up on her shaking feet. Then, without a word, he led her to the couch in the sitting room section of the massive office, positioning her so that she was facing the back of the couch, her knees digging into the cushioned leather seat. Expectation for his final possession was making her pussy start to drip till the wetness spread the inside of her thighs, evident when they rubbed together.

  His hands rubbed the still stinging globes of her ass, and she shivered with the remembered pain that somehow translated to intense pleasure within her core. The contrast of those large, powerful hands now stroking where the belt had only minutes ago been administered, made her head swim.

  When his fingers shoved between her dripping legs and into her soaked pussy, she bucked and moaned aloud. He ran his fingers along her wet slit, circling around her swollen clit. She let out an even louder moan.

  He snapped, “Quiet, Hailey. Not a sound, or I won’t let you come. I won’t even put my cock inside you but instead, I’ll come on your face and in your mouth like I wanted to do back there. Is that what you want?”

  “No, Sir,” Hailey said with a whimper and a sob, even as his words made her even more terribly aroused. “I want you deep inside me. I want you to fuck me hard. That’s all I want.”

  “And that’s what you’ll get,” was his clipped, lust-tinged reply. A rip of the condom wrapper, and soon he was ready, positioning himself behind her. She could feel his hard shaft pressing in between her blistering cheeks, and she shivered convulsively. He slid over and around her throbbing vulva, spreading the wetness from her cunt onto his cock. Then he grabbed her hair in his left hand and turned her head, seizing her lips in a hot, rough and sweet kiss. “You’ll get it, Hailey. You’ll get exactly what you want – and how you want it.”

  Oh, yes! She cried deep inside, not daring to say it out loud, her heart singing as she knew he was going to give it to her exactly as she craved it. Her hairline tingled where his fingers dug at her hair, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was the hot stem of thick flesh pulsing in the middle of her burning ass, waiting to claim her. The next second, he thrust his cock into her warm, throbbing pussy.

  Her lips parted as she drew in an open mouthed breath, feeling him settle deep for a moment before he started to move. Precisely, deliberately, and forcefully. He fucked her hard, pounding with stroke after violent stroke. He buried himself deep inside and made her whole body coil forward as she tried to take his length and girth without screaming out loud. The long bolts of pain that cut through her were overshadowed by the immeasurable bliss she felt from having a part of him so deeply and tightly embedded within her core.

  Hailey felt him let go of his grip on her hair, his hands landing on her hips as he thrust farther up into her cunt than ever before. The deeper he went, the harder he took her, and the wetter she became. She gritted her teeth against the almost fearful urge to cry out his name; the pleasure was so intense it was painful in itself. Mere minutes had passed but already her pussy was contracting; her lower belly was suffusing with a sensation that spelled out her approaching orgasm.

  “This is how you like it, isn’t it?” he growled, leaning forward to bite on the lobe of her ear. “You like it rough, deep. Hard.” With that last word, he thrust in so fiercely she felt a jolt in her kidney. She couldn’t hold back; she came. Her pussy automatically grabbed on his cock, making him grunt as her walls began to compact and milk him. His fingers dug deeply into the flesh of her waist as his cock exploded inside her, heeding the call of her cunt as it beckoned with its squeezing, pulsing muscles.

  Ethan fell over her back, their bodies locked together as they shuddered in unison. His lips pressed and sucked hard unto her arched neck, before his teeth sunk deep into her flesh, branding her with his passionate bite marks. Their bodies continued to move for some moments in a heedless dance, caught in their common bliss. At last, the storm stilled, and the peace that landed upon them was perfect, complete.

  *

  “We need to talk,” Ethan said, stroking the damp hair from her face as she lay half on top of him. She knew, from the throbbing in her bottom that she’d rather not sit down for the now. It was definite she’d be unable to sit for the next week or two without reminding herself of what had occurred in this office.

  “I know,” she sighed, her arms wrapping around him as she placed her head against his chest. His heart beat strongly, reassuringly beneath her cheek. “What we just did…in here. People must have heard – “

  “Impossible,” he told her firmly as he planted a kiss on her forehead. “The walls are very thick, Hailey. Besides, I warned my secretary to allow no one near as soon as you arrived. It’s okay; you don’t need to be shy.” His teasing tone made her blush, before he lifted her chin with his hand. His eyes blazed deeply into hers, as he asked in a soft tone, “Was it just the way you wished it?”

  Hailey’s blush deepened, and she nodded with a smile. “You really did read my book. That part where the hero disciplined her with his belt, inside his office. How did you know that was my fantasy?”

  He shrugged. “I guessed. There were a lot of them though – and trust me I can’t wait to try each and everyone out with you.” He grinned as she ducked her head with another blush. He said softly, “So many things in that book – reminded me of you, told me that it wasn’t all fiction. You poured a lot of your desires into every page, Hailey. And even if it was some heroine with a different name and all that, I knew she was you.”

  “Then you wouldn’t be surprised if I told you I fashioned the hero after you?” she asked, looking up, bobbing an eyebrow at him and laughing when she saw his surprised look. “It’s true, Ethan. You were my muse. I kept seeing you around and wanting you, yet warning myself to not raise my hopes. But on paper – or at least, on my computer screen, we could be together, share passion, danger, excitement. I could be with you anyway I wanted.”

  “So do you?” he asked with a gleam in his eye that made her heart constrict. “Want to be with me. Or are you going to skip off again the moment I turn my back?”

  Sighing deeply, her lashes fell. “The way you made me feel…it scared me. All you had to do was look at me, touch me – and you owned me. Only one person ever made me feel something close to that and…well, it didn’t end well. I’ve been scarred ever since. But today…”

  “Today I showed you how it’s meant to be,” he said gruffly, capturing her lips in a swift, possessive kiss. “You want a man to take control, give you the reason to bring out that part of you that finds strength in submission. I can give you want you need, Hailey.”

  “I know,” she breathed, her fingers digging into his shirt front. She’d always known he could give her everything she needed and wanted. He could take over her whole world, just like she’d suspected. But her only fear was that it might prove her undoing in the end…

  Correction to insert:

  …she discovers he’s everything she’s imagined in her fantasies as he subjects
her to the hottest, most sensual passion she’s ever known.

  Book 3: Hailey Is Taken By The Brothers

  Chapter one

  Hailey knew she should have put her foot down when Ethan had suggested throwing this lavish dinner party. She wasn’t much into fanfare – even if it was in celebration of her new book, and its success. It had topped all the major bestsellers’ lists since its first week.

  Even now, she still felt overwhelmed by what had happened. She knew she had a lot to be grateful for, especially in terms of her publishing house. They’d done everything possible to showcase the book on every major platform – the social media, the literary journals, newspapers and even TV and radio. The publishing firm, and in essence Ethan, had made sure that nothing stood in the way of keeping her book on the lips of readers and reviewers. Now everyone was talking about it. It had already realized its first half a million copies in electronic sales, and the print version was literally flying off the shelves.

  Hailey still hadn’t come down from the clouds yet.

  So, how come the thought of her financial success and nation-wide recognition – soon to be worldwide if Ethan’s people had anything to do with it, wasn’t the major thing on her mind right then?

  “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Samantha asked, startling Hailey. Hailey turned with a quizzical smile to her friend who was standing by her side. Samantha was dressed in a gorgeous turquoise designer dress with a lacy bodice, which ended in flowing silk to the floor. She was taller than Hailey, who was also in formal attire. Samantha’s eyes roved her friend admiringly.

  “You look lovely in a dress, darling,” Samantha said. “In fact, you look gorgeous tonight, period.”

  “And we know who we have to thank for that,” Hailey replied drily, sending Samantha a meaningful look. It was Samantha, after all, who’d seen to Hailey’s whole appearance for the evening. She’d dressed Hailey in a floor-sweeping black frock, which clung to Hailey’s slim frame. There was a daring and yet graceful keyhole cut-out at the bust. The sleeves were fitted and long, encrusted with sequins from shoulder to wrist. Hailey had felt self-conscious about being so glammed up, until she arrived and had seen the look on Ethan’s face. His gaze could only have been described as smoking hot. She’d felt so sexy and desirable and that was what had kept her preoccupied all night, not the excitement of the occasion. No, for her Ethan would be all the excitement she required.

  Hailey heard Samantha chuckle, before her friend murmured, “Thanks, honey but I know I don’t deserve all the credit. I didn’t put that glow on your face. Ever since you met Ethan…you’ve bloomed. Not to speak of becoming one of the fastest rising writers of erotic fiction.” Samantha’s blue eyes gleamed down at her friend. “That’s why I asked if you knew what you were doing. Ever since Matt…” She broke off gently, her eyes suddenly following the path of Hailey’s gaze to find her looking across the crowded room at Ethan, who was talking to a group of Press people. Hailey instantly stepped back into the shadow of the curtains. She’d already taken countless pictures, did a short interview, and signed more of her books than she’d expected to at a dinner party held in her honor. She’d had enough attention for one night and not just from the Press.

  She turned to the prying Samantha with a wry smile. “This isn’t like me and Matt. Matt and I…were symbiotic. We were like two different species staying in a relationship because we needed something from each other. I needed to be needed, while Matt – well, he just needed to be in control.”

  “So…how is this different?” Samantha asked. “Because I can tell that with you and Ethan, both of you are getting a whole lot out of it. I mean, look at him. He’s hot as fuck – and you’ve already given me enough tidbits to know he’s fucking hot in bed, too. I want to ask if he has a cute younger brother I could grab, but alas, I’m honorably and officially engaged to dear Larry.” She batted her eyes prettily, and Hailey laughed.

  “Well, it’s a good thing you are safely engaged, because as it happens, he does have a brother – a younger brother, R.J. Wolf. He’s some kind of whiz rocketeer, though I’m not even sure what that means. Something to do with launching capsules into orbit to supply government-operated space stations. In his free time, he develops environmentally friendly sports cars.”

  “Hmm, I’m impressed,” Samantha crooned. “Maybe I should have insisted that Larry came with me tonight, at least to keep me in line. What if this R.J. Wolf is just as hunky as his big brother?”

  “Well, I wouldn’t know; I’m yet to meet him myself. He’s supposed to be here tonight,” Hailey said with a chuckle, knowing that Samantha was joking. Samantha adored her fiancé Larry whom she’d been dating since her sophomore year in college. He was tied up with business or he’d have made it to the party tonight. Hailey added, “Besides, you might find he’s the cute and nerdy type. He is, after all, supposed to be a science geek. Though, a fabulously rich one.”

  “I guess we’ll have to wait and see,” Samantha said, laughing softly, before she sobered. “I’m so happy for you, Hailey. With everything. It all seems to be falling perfectly into place. Almost too perfectly in fact.” She said this with an almost apologetic smile. “You know what I mean, Hailey. I don’t want you to get hurt. I mean, like the last time.”

  Hailey understood her perfectly. She was concerned it might end like it had with Matt. How she’d sunk into melancholy and despair, almost turning to self-harm. Matt Gregory had actually been Samantha’s professor, and Hailey had met him by chance. She’d gone to see Samantha after her friend had finished with class, and all but bumped into the professor as he’d left the lecture hall. The books in his hands had tumbled to the floor and she’d quickly apologized, helping him gather them up. As they’d straightened and looked into each other’s eyes, something had flashed between them. In an instant, she knew he wanted her. And that she wanted him too, so bad it made her tremble slightly as she handed him his books back.

  “I don’t know who you are…,” he began, in a voice like timber rumbling over timber, “But I want to take you out to lunch.”

  And just like that, she said yes, she’d love that. In no time, they were dating. Discreet yet passionate, their relationship had swept through her world.

  He’d been very handsome, in his early forties – and supposedly happily divorced from his wife. He’d been cultured, charming – and Hailey had fallen really hard for him.

  She’d been twenty, and perhaps, as she thought of it now, much too impressionable. She’d always been attracted to older men, and Matt had given her many things that her past boyfriends her age hadn’t been able to. She was happy to let him lead; she’d been quite content to follow. She’d been blissful, and had felt needed for the first time in her life. What with her parents gone and no other family but an aunt and uncle and cousins, all who were too self-wrapped to really get her…it had been great to find someone to matter to. And someone that mattered to her.

  Matt had been all that. Even with the age difference, she’d felt a wonderful kind of passion in his arms. And for a while, it had seemed perfect. He showed her things, brought her pleasure to new heights. His experience, his expertise when they touched, had made it all seem like nothing else mattered. And Hailey had put everything into her feelings. She’d been just so happy to have found someone with a like mind; someone who looked past her steampunk image to the woman beneath. They’d connected – or so she’d thought.

  Finally finding out he was getting back with his ex-wife had been a hard blow. It had come out of nowhere, just when Hailey had thought they had the whole world ahead of them. She hadn’t been sure what she’d expecting…maybe not marriage, but a lasting, strong bond. All that ended when she realized that his ex-wife wanted him back and he decided he’d give it another try.

  “You and I had something good, Hailey,” he’d told her apologetically, as he’d broken up with her over dinner at their favorite restaurant. “You taught me so much. Taught me how to be young again. And I
think I gave you the chance to come out of yourself, to shine.” He’d smiled with fondness as he’d placed his hand over hers on the table. “When you first bumped into me outside my class, you were like a shy little thing, so slim, beautiful, and magical. I wanted you from the moment I saw you. But even I knew then that whatever we shared…it could never be enough. For either of us.”

  “You mean for you,” she’d choked out, pulling her hand from underneath his. Tears hadn’t come then, but she felt like they were drowning her deep within. “I should have known I could never be really good enough for Professor Matt Gregory. So it’s back to your surgeon wife. How foolish I was to ever get in the middle of it.” Her voice had held all the bitterness in the world, wrapped around those words.

  He’d sighed deeply. “That’s not it, and you know it. One day, Hailey, you’ll understand. When you find that true combination – and you will, you’ll see why you and I could never work out. But I’m happy we met, Hailey. I’m happy we had this.”

  She’d stared with anger and pain into his kind, handsomely crinkling eyes. Gosh, she’d never loved – and hated – him so much as she did in that moment. And then she’d replied coldly, “I wish I could say the same.” Before snatching up her purse and stalking out, almost blinded by the tears that then chose to fall.

  It had taken months for Hailey to get back to herself. With the help of friends like Samantha, she’d found a way to look beyond the ache of feeling the loss of something that had seemed so real. The ache of feeling like she’d never have what it took to hold someone, make them hers for as long as it mattered.