1NS 095 - Ann Mayburn - Sensation Play - Decadent 2012-02

by 1 Night Stand

  It was as if he had more control of her body than she did. The moment those words left his mouth, he rubbed her abused clit and she arched against him. With his cock buried all the way inside of her she gasped as the first rush of her orgasm broke over her. So good, so different with his shaft there for her body to grab onto, his hips rocking into her in time with her contractions.

  He leaned over and bit the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder, hard enough to break the skin. The impossible happened and another orgasm, this one hard and fierce, ripped through her as his cock jumped inside of her.

  “Ohh Gott,” he whispered against her aching skin and licked at the bite mark on her neck.

  His arms shivered as he pushed himself off her. Without his body and cock to anchor her, she collapsed onto the bed. Her body stung, ached, and burned. She felt wonderful.

  She gave a garbled protest as he carefully cleaned between her legs with a wet washcloth, then hissed and slapped his hand away when he used an alcohol wipe on her shoulder.

  “I know it stings, I’m sorry. I did not intend to bite you so hard, but you test my control.”

  He gathered her up into his arms and pulled the covers over them. She lay draped over his chest like a limp noodle. “I think you broke me.” He tensed and began to reach for the light when she laughed. “No, I mean in a good way. I feel…amazing. Like being drunk, but better.”

  “Ahhh,” he pulled her back onto his chest and smoothed the heavy weight of her hair from her back. “Then that is a good broken.”

  “Mmmhhmmm.”

  They lay in silence, touching each other with gentle strokes, exploring each other’s bodies. She hesitated to break the spell of absolute peace he had woven in her soul, but she had to talk to him now before he made her lose her mind in a most wonderful way again. Already his caresses were turning more sensual in nature, awakening parts of her body that she swore would never respond so soon.

  “Jonas?”

  “Yes?” He stroked his thumb over her lower lip and left a path of tingles.

  “Would you, uh, like to go on a date?”

  His hands paused, then resumed their drugging strokes along her skin. “You American women are so forward.”

  She pushed at his chest and glared down at him. “I’ll have you know—”

  He grabbed the back of her head and claimed her in a slow, sensual kiss that fuzzed her thoughts like a glass of good champagne. “I didn’t say I didn’t like forward.”

  She licked her lips, tasting him on them. “Oh.”

  “There is so much I want to do to you, for you. So many things I would like to show you.”

  She couldn’t help the happy flush that rushed through her. “I think you’ve shown me quite a bit.”

  He smiled and even that would have looked menacing if she didn’t see the warmth in his beautiful eyes. “Erica, I haven’t even started. But if we’re going to go any further, I need you to not call me Jonas while we are in bed.”

  She licked along the pulse in his neck, enjoying the salt and musk of his skin. “What do you want me to call you?”

  “Master.”

  She purred and reached down to trace her nails over his growing erection. “Okay, but if I’m going to call you that then I’d like you to call me something too.”

  He arched his back as she squeezed the base of his shaft and his voice came out in a growl, “What is that?”

  “Yours.”

  He traced his finger over her cheek. “Mine.”

  “Yours,” she agreed with a happy sigh.

  At a little after nine am Erica strolled through the parking lot of the Castillo Resort, sore, weary, and blissfully happy. Jonas held her hand in his and kept raising her wrist to his mouth so he could place a soft kiss on her pulse. They had raised a few eyebrows in the lobby of the hotel, and Erica pulled her hair over her shoulder again to hide the giant love bite Jonas had left on her neck after their last session of lovemaking in the shower.

  “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to come back to my home? I make a very good breakfast,” Jonas said as the passed beneath a manicured set of palm trees.

  “I wish I could, but I’m working at my family’s veterinary clinic this afternoon. I have to get home and get some sleep before my shift. If I go home with you, I know I won’t want to sleep.”

  His pleased smile warmed her all the way to her toes. “What would we be doing instead?”

  In the bright sunlit morning, talking about such things seemed scandalous. “As if you don’t know.”

  She gave a small scream as he jerked her in between two cars and pressed her against the brick privacy wall, absorbing the impact with his arms. He pushed into her, his big body cradling hers as he gently licked the bruise on the side of her neck, starting an ache that raced to her pussy. “Do you want me to tie you up? To spank you until you scream my—”

  A metallic click shattered the spell of desire that Jonas had woven around her, and she screamed for real as the barrel of a gun pointed at his temple. “Step away from the girl, you sick fuck.”

  To her horror she saw her brother, Matt, holding the gun a split second before Jonas erupted into contained violence. In a series of movements almost too quick to see he dumped Matt on his ass and broke his nose with a sickening crunch. Jonas pounced on him and pinned him to the ground with his knees on his shoulders, no small feat because Matt was almost as big as he was.

  “Wait!” she screamed and grabbed Jonas’s fist.

  He pushed her toward the parking lot. “Erica, run and call the Polizei. He may not be alone, get safe.”

  “I am the police,” Matt said in a muffled voice and spat a mouthful of blood to the side.

  “He’s my brother,” she added.

  Jonas looked shocked and stood up, then reached down and helped Matt to his feet. “I’m so sorry. I thought you were going to try to mug me and hurt Erica.”

  Matt winced as he gingerly touched his nose, then yowled as Erica kicked him in the shin as hard as she could. “What the hell is wrong with you, Erica!”

  So angry she could barely see, she gripped her hands into fists and struggled when Jonas pulled her against his chest. “Aaron broke into my email account again, didn’t he!”

  “I…he…. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Matt finished in a lame voice.

  “Who is Aaron?” Jonas asked in a low and deadly tone.

  “One of my brothers who seem to think they have the right to run my life.” To her embarrassment, angry tears began to spill down her face.

  Matt looked even more pained, if that was possible, as he alternated between touching his shin where she had kicked him and his nose which now resembled a ripe tomato. “Aww, Erica, don’t cry—”

  She turned her back on him and looked up at Jonas. He was so solid, so real in the light of day. Bumps, scars, tattoos, and all. “Is the offer for breakfast still on the table?”

  Jonas looked at her, then Matt, then back to her. “Always.”

  “Then let’s go.” She held his hand in hers and marveled at the way strength seemed to pour back into her body. So this is what they mean by your partner making you stronger. He gave her the strength to let go of her anger enough to stop and speak to Matt, who looked miserable. “Tell Dad that I’m taking the rest of the week off. If he wants to know why, you three dipshits better tell him the truth.”

  Matt winced. “Erica—” He looked behind her at Jonas, swallowed and started again. “I’m sorry. I misjudged your…companion. Obviously he cares about you and I doubt anything less than an army would be able to get past him to hurt you.”

  Slightly mollified, she took a deep breath. “Thank you.” Jonas rubbed his thumb over her knuckles and her heart beat faster. “Matt, did it ever occur to you that maybe if you, Aaron, and David had lives of your own, you wouldn’t need to worry so much about mine?”

  Matt muttered something about seeing if the hotel had any ice and a medical kit before slouching past them
toward the entrance. Erica stuck her tongue out at Matt’s retreating back and Jonas laughed. He placed a kiss on her forehead and said something in German that made her toes curl and her pulse race. She would never, ever get enough of her Master.

  Epilogue

  Jonas stood in the center of the dance floor and held out his hand as the first strains of music came from the band. Pride, joy, and an unbelievable amount of love filled him to the point that his fingers faintly trembled when Erica placed her hand in his, the diamond on her ring finger catching the light. The first notes of a song about love, acceptance, and joy came from the singer, and Erica curtseyed, dipping low enough that he got a good glimpse of her stunning cleavage before she straightened with a saucy grin that told him she knew what that gesture did to his libido.

  He took a moment to look at her, to freeze this memory forever in his head. His first dance with his wife. She wore a simple, elegant off-white gown that emphasized her curves, and her gorgeous blonde curls hung down her back, held back from her face by a pair of diamond and platinum combs that used to belong to his grandmother. The smile that she gave him broke his heart into a thousand pieces and reformed it again, better and stronger than before.

  She fit into his arms perfectly, their bodies moving together without conscious thought on his part. As they moved around the large dance floor he caught glimpses of family and friends watching them. His mother beamed as his father dabbed at his cheeks with a napkin, no doubt blaming his tears on the smoke from the candles in each table’s centerpiece.

  In his arms, Erica softly sang along with the song, laughing when he joined her. While God had given him many gifts, singing was not one of them. Her family’s table came into view, and he grinned as her father and all three of her brothers gave him a thumbs up. Despite their rough start, Matt had actually become his staunchest ally in winning the rest of Erica’s family over and they’d grown close. Earlier in the day, he’d slipped her brother Matt one of Madame Eve’s business cards and suggested he give her a call.

  The song started to wind down and he felt a brief flash of disappointment that he couldn’t dance with Erica forever. Then he looked down into her beautiful brown eyes and realized that for them the song never would end.

  She swayed in his arms and leaned forward to smell the single sprig of white lilac he wore on his lapel. “Ich liebe dich.”

  He pulled her closer until her body pressed against his in a perfect line from the soft crush of her breasts to her feet. “I love you too.”

  ~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~

  Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she's been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.

  From a young age she's been fascinated by myths and fairytales, and the romance that often was the center of the story. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in, she discovered trashy romance novels. Great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she's never looked back.

  Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her 'sexy space' and has learned to type one handed while soothing a cranky baby.

  You can visit Ann at:

  www.annmayburn.com

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  Lara Hernandez is tired of the weak submissive men that offer her no challenge. She yearns for a strong Alpha male to tame and call her own. A blind date arranged by the mysterious Madam Eve seems to be the perfect arrangement for fulfilling both of their decadent cravings. Unfortunately a scheming paparazzi photographer is hot on their trail, and will do anything he can to get a scandalous picture of Tycen that would destroy his career.

  Peppermint Passion

  Shyla has dreamt about, lusted after, and fallen in love with her bosses over the past year that she has worked for them. With only a few months left before she graduates and earns her teaching degree, she decides to make her move at the company Christmas party. As if that wasn't nerve racking enough, her place of employment is an exclusive BDSM club and her plans to ensnare her Dominant bosses' attention revolves around them bidding on her at the charity submissive auction.

  Trent and Jack have been fighting a losing battle to keep their hands off of their beautiful waitress, Shyla, until she no longer works for them. Her gentle spirit and genuinely good heart call to them almost as much as her obvious submissive inclinations. When she surprises them by arriving at their Christmas party dressed like a wet fetish dream, and they learn she plans on being part of the submissive auction, the men quickly decide that the time to show Shyla who she belongs to and who truly loves her has arrived.

  Onyx Moon

  Marcus Galin has searched the world for a very special kind of werepuma—a beta who has also been blessed by the Goddess as a shaman. His prayers are finally answered when Madame Eve of the 1Night Stand matchmaking service arranges for him to meet a man in the Blue Mountains of Jamaica that fits his requirements. Only problem: Marcus is terrified of magic and doesn't know if he can overcome his fear enough to open his heart to a stranger that his Pride and his heart desperately need.

  Vashan Dulphin has spent all of his life as an outcast among his people. By a twist of fate and genetics at puberty, he became a werejaguar instead of a werepuma, much to his family and Pride's disgust. Since then he has lived in solitude among his people, tolerated only because of his power as both a beta and a shaman. Desperate for a chance to find a home where he will be loved, he calls on the aid of Madame Eve, who sends him Marcus.

  Together the men will have to overcome their fear and self-doubt for a one-in-a-million chance at love.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Epilogue