Doris O'Connor

by Riding Her Tiger

  Ten minutes later, she tottered back down those stairs in nothing but her underwear and heels. Her lips now matched the color of her thong and push up bra, thanks to the lippy she'd found in the bottom of her handbag, and her eyes held a smoky hue after she refreshed her make up. She paused to look in the hallway mirror to practice her porn star pout and smirked to herself. Neeve would be proud of her. Estelle's auburn locks tumbled down her back, and she ruffled them up some more, better to perfect the “bed look”. Drops of water glistened on her skin from the shower hose she'd run over herself, and her wet underwear was rendered transparent.

  Try to resist that, pussycat. She straightened her shoulders, and her eyes locked with the man himself in the mirror. Her heart went into overdrive, seeing the predatory way he stalked towards her, his eyes drawn together in a frown. He threw the coffee cup he'd been holding against the wall, and Estelle turned round to see the brown liquid slowly slither down the cream surface, until it pooled on the oak flooring. Her insides did a similar slither when Nathan stopped in front of her. His heat and scent surrounded her, and she didn't dare raise her eyes off the floor. Time stood still as he simply watched her.

  Her skin heated; her heart thumped against her chest bone, and her breathing grew labored, as she waited for his next move. His breath on her neck sent her nerve endings afire, and she clenched her thighs together to try to alleviate the hot, wet ache in her pussy.

  He licked her neck while one hand went in her hair and yanked her head up. The sharp pain brought tears to her eyes, and she bit back another moan as her body reacted to the stimulation with a surge of liquid between her thighs. Nathan's nostrils flared. His eyes changed to the glowing slits of his tiger, and his claws ran out slowly, little pinpricks of painful pleasure in her scalp, and his delicious scent intensified. Her knees buckled, and she grabbed fistfuls of his shirt to steady herself. He caught her moan in a bruising kiss, before he spun her around to face the mirror. One jeans-clad knee went between her legs, and the rough friction against her clit sent sensations spiraling into her core. He yanked her hair back again until her head rested against his shoulders, and her body shook with the sensations assaulting her.

  "Watch us in the mirror, my naughty little girl. See how I mark your body with my possession." The growled words delivered between small bites along her neck zinged along her skin, the command behind them forcing her to keep her eyes open, when all she wanted to do was let them drift shut and ride the sensations.

  She panted her excitement when Nathan ran his claws along her body in small, ever-increasing circles, digging in just hard enough to leave red trails behind. Every scrape along her quivering tummy arched along her skin and danced through her veins, heating her body.

  Her pussy clenched, her clit throbbed, and the fine sheen of her juices trickling down her inside thigh was clearly visible in the mirror.

  Nathans's jeans turned a darker shade of blue as her arousal coated his leg, too, and she couldn't help the needful whimper escaping.

  "Please, Sir…I…"

  His hand had reached her swollen nipples, and her voice trailed off on shuddery exhale, when he used his menacing claws to rip the lace, exposing her breasts. The heavy globes tumbled into his waiting hands, and he groaned into her neck, his erection pressing into her ass as his hips thrust against her with the movement of his thigh against her swollen folds.

  That felt way too good. Nathan growled into her neck, his fangs grazing along the sensitive skin as he pinched her nipples. The sweet pain settled low in her abdomen, and the waves of pleasure built in a receding and advancing crescendo of sensations, threatening to overwhelm her. The swat to her naked thigh, coupled with the bite into her shoulder brought her down a notch along the ladder of torturous joy her body was climbing.

  "No coming without your Dom's permission. Do you hear me?"

  She nodded, her eyes wide and almost black with her own need as they connected with his golden ones in the mirror, and he smiled his approval.

  "That's my sweet girl."

  He removed his leg from between her thighs, and Estelle stumbled. His warm hands on her hips steadied her.

  "Easy, I've got you. I didn’t want to do this in the fucking hallway, but we'll just have to improvise, won't we? We'll have a lifetime of exploring my playroom after all."

  Estelle's heart turned over at the whispered words.

  "Promise?" she asked.

  He simply smiled, and the emotion in his golden eyes blew her away. The rip of her thong had her look down, and she groaned when Nathan raised the strip of material to his nose and inhaled deeply.

  "You smell divine, and you're so beautiful." One of his hands raised her legs, exposing her bare pussy to his hungry gaze. "Look how wet you are for me. Your juices covering your sweet hole, coating my hands is such a fucking turn-on."

  "Then fuck me, please…Sir." Estelle breathed the words and bit her lip so hard she tasted blood when Nathan shook his head and chuckled. He withdrew his claws and pushed two fingers into her aching channel instead, and Estelle saw stars. He increased the thrust of his fingers. Estelle rode those talented digits as his thumb circled her clit in slow, maddening strokes that left her body dangling on the precipice of release. Again and again he pushed her to the edge, alternating fast thrusts with slow explorations of her folds, until he pinched her clit and lowered her leg to the floor. She moaned her denial, and he raised her hands up high above her head. She flinched as wet material was wrapped around her wrists and tightened. Nathan kicked her legs apart with his foot until her shoulders trembled with her arms stretched to the point of pain above her, the cool air against her naked pussy making her feel vulnerable and aroused beyond all reason.

  "Open your eyes, and look at yourself in the mirror. See what I see, my beautiful little sub, all tied up and red by my hands."

  Estelle forced her eyes open, and heat stained her cheeks.

  Nathan had used her thong to secure her wrists to the ornate metal trim of the floor length mirror. With her arms secured high above her head, her breasts jutted forward still framed by the tattered remains of her bra. Scratch marks covered her abdomen, and the imprint of Nathan's hands was clearly visible on the glistening skin of her inner thighs. Her swollen and distended nipples seemed huge, and her throbbing clitoris peeked out from inside its fleshy hood. Never in a million years would Estelle have thought that the sight of her aroused body would prove to be such a turn on. A fine sheen of perspiration covered her from head to toe, her ribs drawing in and out as she tried to get much needed oxygen into her lungs, her breasts bouncing with every breath she took.

  Her throat went dry, and she swallowed convulsively when Nathan untied his belt and wrapped the end round his fist several times with a wicked smile.

  "Now, for your punishment, how many lashes do you deserve for trying to force my hand, do you think?"

  "No, please, Sir."

  Estelle croaked the words, fear making her hoarse, and her body shook.

  "No?" Nathan's eyes narrowed, and he watched her carefully for her reaction when he trailed the end of that menacing looking belt over her breasts slowly. The leather scraped across her sensitive nipples, and some of the fear left Estelle as her body reacted to Nathan's velvety murmurs of encouragement. He trailed the belt lower over her abdomen and into her wet pussy folds. He fed it through her legs and grabbed the other end, tightening the belt until it dug into her tender flesh and bit into her clitoris. When he moved the length of leather back and forth slowly, Estelle groaned long and hard, as her clit clenched and quivered, and her body shot back up each rung of pleasure with lightning speed. Nathan caught the groan in a tender kiss and stepped up his speed. Estelle yanked at her restraints, her hips moving of their own accord, and when he finally whispered his assent for her to come, Estelle's body splintered into waves upon waves of release shuddering through her. Nathan released the belt, and the few sharp slaps of leather against her ass cheeks sent forth another ripple of release rushi
ng through her.

  She was dimly aware of her arms being lowered and the sensation of being lifted and moved. She snuggled into Nathan's reassuring warmth as he took the stairs two at a time, and in no time at all the cool feel of satin sheets soothed the sting of her ass cheeks as he lowered her carefully onto the king-size bed dominating his bedroom. She didn't take much else in, her attention too focused on the fact that Nathan was undressing. He shrugged out of his shirt in record time, and Estelle let her eyes roam freely over his broad shoulders, impressive pectorals and tight abdominals, the muscles rippling with the movement of his body. He was leaner than his brother, the only sign of his tiger a simple paw print on his left bicep.

  A fine dusting of hair covered his torso trailing down into the waistband of his trousers, where he was slowly undoing his zipper.

  Without thinking she leant forward and stilled his movements with her hands. His cock jerked underneath the fabric, and Nathan sucked his breath in sharply. She looked up at him from underneath her lashes to find him watching her. The heat in his sent her body climbing again and her heart clenched. God, she loved him so much.

  She'd never said it out loud, but the words could not be contained anymore.

  "I love you."

  The hands under hers jerked upwards and grabbed her wrists.

  He pulled her up towards him until she was kneeling on the bed in front of him, her breasts squashed against his chest, so that she could feel his thundering heartbeat. His eyes searched her face,and his smile took her breath away, whilst his thumb stroked across her bottom lip.

  She took the digit into her mouth and sucked, flicking her tongue over the end like she was longing to do to the thick cock digging into her tummy.

  His tiger's purr rumbled through her, and she smiled, releasing his thumb with an audible pop. She tried to tug her hands out of his, but he tightened his hold.

  "Please, Sir, let me."

  To her surprised delight he released her hands, and she trailed her fingernails down the ridges of his abdomen, until they found her target. With a coy smile in his direction she released the zipper and pulled his trousers down his lean hips. His thick shaft sprang up out of its nest of dark curls towards his abdomen, the purple tip swollen and already glistening with pre-cum.

  "You're beautiful." The words tumbled out, before she could stop them, and Nathan laughed as she ran her hand up and down the velvety soft skin of his shaft and palmed the heavy balls swinging underneath. He cupped her cheek, his slightly calloused palm awakening her nerve endings, and she turned her head and kissed his hand.

  "No, you're beautiful, Estelle." The reverent timbre of his voice had warmth wrapping itself around her heart, and she simply sat there, grinning up at him like a fool. His smile deepened as he looked down at her, and his voice shook with emotion as he stepped out of his jeans and joined her on the bed. She pouted at the loss of his cock under her hands, and he kissed her nose.

  "Later, I promise. I need the first time I spill to be in your pussy. I ache for the touch of your body round my cock and to truly make you mine." His eyes bled back to his tiger’s as he spoke, and his fangs ran out. His claws stroked through her hair, and a shiver of anticipation went through her being, to be replaced by the warm glow of rightness. "I never thought I would find someone I truly wanted to mate with. Someone who would carry my bite with the same pride mom carries dad's. I'd all but given up hope, and then you walked into my office, all fresh and new and so very young." He closed his eyes and shook his head, and Estelle leant forward to kiss his eyelids. He smiled and drew her mouth down for an earth-shattering kiss that had her squirming under him until he released her.

  "I'm not that young. I thought we were over that." Her voice rose in her indignation, and Nathan chuckled.

  "I know my sweet, I know. I love you so much, and I want you to accept my bite more than anything, but we don't have to…I mean." Estelle's eyes widened, seeing the flush on her proud Dom's cheeks as he struggled for words. The blood roared in her ears, and her heart thundered in her chest as she willed him to continue.

  "You've learnt enough about our way of life to know what I'm asking of you. If you accept my bite only death can part our connection. It is stronger than marriage could ever be, not that I don’t want to marry you, too…Fuck it. I'm making a hash of this. I was going to ask you over dinner tonight, but then you pulled your little stunt, and… Jesus, say something, Estelle."

  Estelle giggled in happiness and his eyes narrowed as she pushed him down and straddled him. He groaned when the move brought her pussy in direct contact with his cock. Excitement shot through her, and she tried to align herself to take him deep, but his hands on her hips stopped her.

  "Estelle!" The warning rumbled through her, and she pouted.

  "You haven't answered me, sweet."

  Estelle rolled her eyes, earning herself a quick slap to her ass, and she moaned her approval. "Is that you all you've got…Sir?"

  She shrieked when he flipped her over and raised her bum in the air. One hand delved between her folds, and she moaned when his fingers slid in deep and found her g-spot. He massaged her intimately with ruthless precision, and Estelle lost herself in sensation.

  "Please, Sir – Oh God – not again, please."

  "Please what, Estelle?"

  Nathan's warm back covered hers, his fingers withdrew, a drawer shut and opened. Then there was a rib of foil, and she held her breath when Nathan's thick tip slid into her pussy hole. She clenched her muscles, desperately trying to draw him in deeper, but his hands on her hips held her still.

  "I asked you a question. I need your answer."

  Estelle growled, and Nathan's tiger answered. The grip on her hips grew painful, Nathan's voice strained.

  "Baby, yes or no."

  "Yes, Sir, please, just…"

  Whatever else she was going to say flew out of her brain completely as Nathan thrust into her with a deep growl. As ready as she was, the angle and force of his thrust caught her by surprise, and she whimpered. Nathan stilled with a muttered curse of apology and waited for her body to adjust. When she moaned her consent, he thrust again, slowly at first and then with ever increasing speed. She locked her arms and pushed against him, matching him move for move as the tension built inside her again. Just as she hovered on the brink of release, he licked her neck, and with a growled, "I love you,"

  he bit down hard. Estelle screamed his name with the force of her own release, as he grew bigger still inside her, and her body clamped around his cock. He bucked and growled his own release, his whole body shaking in tune with her, and his claws sliced through the sheets, until finally he collapsed on top of her.

  Still joined he rolled sideways and propped himself up one elbow, his beast's eyes searching her face anxiously. She smiled at him, and he laughed when she asked, "You need to bite me every time we do this, right?"

  She pouted at the shake of his head, and let her eyes flutter closed, as he licked the wound on her neck.

  "Spoilsport, I mean …Sir."

  He pulled her closer into his warmth, and she smiled at the last words she heard before exhaustion claimed her.

  "We really have to work on your obedience."

  The End

  www.dorisoconnor.com

  Other Books by Doris O’Connor:

  Lure of the Blood

  Lure of Forever

  Too Hot to Handle

  Too Cold to Love

  Virgins Behaving Badly

  Evernight Publishing

  www.evernightpublishing.com

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

 

 

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