by Breena Wilde
Lincoln comes up behind her, picks her up like she’s a sack of feathers and carries her over to the bed. Once he deposits her on it, he says, “You better show some respect for Mr. Zane. The more you fight the worse time you’ll have in here.”
He speaks the truth.
I have certain tastes, certain needs. It doesn’t matter why, because I pay handsomely for beautiful women to do as I instruct.
My only condition—they must be clean. If they fuck men without protection I want nothing to do with them. That’s why I go through pimps. They tend to make sure their girls are presentable. At least the good ones do.
Fileze is a total asshole, but I’ve checked him out as well as the girl he selected for me. Cadence. She is completely hygienic and even has a strict code. When I found out, I was pleasantly surprised. Her code is admirable.
I watch Lincoln put the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. My cock strains against my jeans. When he pulls off her shoes and sundress, I groan inwardly.
Her body is exquisite with a trim waist and perfectly spaced hips. Her pussy is completely shaved and pulled open so I can see her succulent lips and the treasures that lay beneath.
Fuck. I don’t know how much longer I can wait. Thoughts of slapping her ass, sticking my cock in her pussy, pinching her perky breasts…
“Chain her up to all four, Lincoln.” I hear the gravelly tone to my voice.
“Yes, Mr. Zane,” Lincoln grunts. He moves quickly, but not quick enough. I’m about to pounce when he steps back, finished.
“Leave us. I’d like to make the lady’s acquaintance.” It surprises me as I say the words that she does remind me of a lady. There isn’t a piece of her that screams whore. I hear the door shut. Lincoln is gone.
She’s mine.
It takes every bit of self-control I have not to ram my cock into her immediately. But I want to savor her, make her scream, and come undone at my touch. “Am I to understand you are adamant about protection?” I place a hand on each of her soft thighs and hold back a shudder of anticipation. Mother fuck!
Cadence doesn’t answer immediately. I glance at her face. She’s watching me, a combination of curiosity, fear, and anger. I love that she isn’t crying. It is obvious Fileze didn’t tell her what to except. I’ll have to talk to him about that.
Right now she must be taught what I like. First and foremost I want her to speak. It makes it easier to gauge how she’s really feeling when I can hear the inflections in her voice.
I pinch her inner thigh.
She yelps in pain.
“Yes, that’s right. It’s one of my rules,” she finally answers. I’m immediately infatuated by the sound of her voice. It’s sexy and sweet at the same time.
I can’t help but smile. “I see. You have rules. What are they?” Of course I already know them. It’s my job to find out as much as possible about the women I intend to fuck, but I want to hear her say them.
This time she answers quickly. “Cash only. Use protection. Carry mace. Don’t fall in love.”
I can’t help the lust I feel as she speaks. Don’t fall in love. It’s asinine. Yet as I watch her, I wonder if maybe the last rule isn’t so stupid after all. I could see myself spending eternity with this woman. I growl at the thought. To cover up my contemplation, I chuckle. “Excellent,” I say and push a finger inside her pussy.
She’s so fucking wet, so tight. “My name is John Zane, but you can call me Zane. I’m the man you were supposed to spend the night with. It seems you ended up with John Cruze.” Fucking prick. He’ll get what’s coming to him. “How was the movie star? A good fuck?” The words grate out of my throat. If she only knew the kind of man is really is.
She doesn’t answer me. I notice she’s angry again. I intend to get rid of her arrogance right away. I pinch her other leg.
“Not really,” she says, panting. Her chest rises and falls quickly, her naked breasts moving in rhythm. I long to suckle each nipple.
Not yet though. I sense she’s lying about her experience with Cruze, which means she actually enjoyed fucking him, and that sickens me. Anyone but fucking John Cruze. “I see. Well you can rest assured that you’ll be thoroughly fucked over the next few days. And if you’re good, and don’t cause any trouble, I’ll let you live. Understand?” The truth is it really bothers me she fucked Cruze. I intend to make the beautiful girl in front of me suffer for it.
Cadence nods. That pisses me off. I slap her pussy hard. It’s soft like a newly opened rose.
“Yes. Yes. I understand.”
“Good. Then I think we can begin.” There’s so much I want to do to her. Over the next several days I will do it all. Fuck her so good she won’t remember Cruze. I climb off the bed and take off my jeans. She’s closed her eyes and I let her. “Here are my rules.” My cock grows larger as I watch her eyes get wide. “Scream when it hurts. Moan when it feels good. And say my name in either situation. Got it?”
“Yes,” she answers.
I climb back on the bed and move to take her.
She shakes her head. “Please, my rules. Wear a condom.”
I raise an eyebrow. This little girl thinks she can tell me what to do. Time for another lesson, I think and walk over to the table filled with my toys. I grab the cat of nine tails. Each end is spiked with tiny shards of metal. When I reach the edge of the bed, I whip it across her stomach.
She screams out.
I smile internally. “Good. Very good.” I climb back on the bed and between her legs. I shove a finger in her pussy, massaging her clit with my thumb. Blood drops form on her stomach. Pain. Now she needs some pleasure. I move slowly, allowing her flawless nub to feel every small movement. I feel her getting wet and slide another finger inside and then another.
She’s so fucking wet. I want to take her now. “What a good girl,” I coo, letting her know I appreciate the way her body is responding. “Fileze was right. I am going to enjoy you.”
She smiles. Her pupils get big. “I want you to,” she whispers.
I whip the cat of nine tails across her stomach again. She needs to understand. “You don’t get to want anything. You’re my whore. You’ll please me and do as I say when I say it. Nothing more. Nothing less.”
“Okay,” she whimpers, her body tensing.
I increase the speed that I’m massaging her clit. More pleasure with the pain. I sense her orgasm forming, building. I know she’ll come soon. I press my pinky finger into her ass. Rock my fingers in and out. Pussy juices cream my fingers. She feels amazing. Her body tenses harder and she comes all over my fingers. I pull them out and lick them. She tastes of honey. Sweet. “Delicious,” I say, moving so that my cock is near her face. I want to feel her mouth on my cock.
“Please, can’t you use a condom?” Cadence asks. I want to whip her again. She still doesn’t get it. Instead I wrap my hand around her neck and squeeze, massaging her clit as I choke her. I watch her eyes get wide with lust and I’m pleased. She may not know it yet, but she’s into pleasure and pain. It’s obvious she gets off on it as much as I do. Or, at least she will, over time. “I won’t wear a condom. You’ll suck my cock and you’ll like it. Got it?”
She hoarsely says, “Yes.”
“Very good.” I position my cock over her mouth. She takes it inside and sucks it, swirling her tongue around the edge. Fuck me, she’s good. I rise up on my knees and press deeper so that the tip of my cock is touching the back of her throat. I can’t help but moan. She’ll make me come quick if I don’t stop now and I’m not ready. I pull out and move to enter her pussy. I can’t wait a second longer and slam deep inside her.
She lets out a scream.
“Say my name,” I say rocking in and out of her. I grab her hips and pull her on to my cock so that I’m deep inside.
“Zane. Zane. Ah, fuck me, Zane.” Those words coming from her lips send me into a frenzy. I rub her clit and shove into her harder and harder. My climax is coming quick and I sense another building inside of her. God, she’s
amazing.
“Come for me Cadence. Come for me.” As I speak, her orgasm spasms over my cock. I come immediately after, undone. It blows me away how easily she coerced my body. It dawns on me that I may have found my match. The thought excites me more than I want it to. Cadence is watching me, her lids heavy with satisfaction. “Very good. So fucking good. You’re a super star, Cadence.” I climb off, desperate to be away from her because I’m desperate to stay. Mother fuck. This girl may be the end of me.
I go to the sink and clean up. It’s imperative I get out of this room and regroup. She can’t know she’s had an effect on me. I won’t allow it.
First I need to take care of her. Dammit. I wet a washcloth with warm water, walk over and wipe the blood from her stomach. Then I kiss each cut. “You taste sweet.”
She doesn’t say anything, just keeps watching me. I could give her some pain, but technically I didn’t ask her a question, so I let it lie. I walk back to the sink, grab another cloth, wet it, and then go back over and clean her pussy. My cock hardens as I see my cum nestled inside her glorious pussy.
Everything about her turns me on.
What’s happening to me, I think, tossing the washcloth to the floor. I walk to the door. “I’ll be back, sweetie,” I say with as much sarcasm as I can muster and leave the room.
The End
AFTERWORD
Thank you so much for reading the Deliciously Erotic Bites Collection. There’s something for everyone within the pages… but the key ingredient is romance. I love it and I love writing about it… even if it’s mixed in with a whole lot of sexy spice.
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Sincerely,
Breena Wilde
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Summary:
Katie Jayne has her life planned out, including her job after graduating college, the man she’ll marry, and the number of kids they’ll have together. Her roommates think she’s boring. She isn’t. She can have fun if she wants. And to prove it she takes a job as a cocktail waitress at The Attic, a local bar where the music is live and the crowd is rowdy.
Her first shift she meets Griffin Maxwell, the lead singer of Twisted Velvet. After losing a drinking bet she kisses him. The kiss tilts her world. His lips are feather-soft, yet urgent. They’re the perfect shape and size. As soon as their lips touch, she knows his mouth was made for hers.
Except it can’t be.
His rumpled rocker lifestyle and exquisite lips don’t fit into her plan.
All she has to do is convince her traitorous heart.
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Blurred Lines
Distorted Lines
Crossed Lines
Irresistible Lines
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False Lines
Gratifying Lines
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Breena Wilde has been writing for years. She's the international bestselling author of the BLURRED LINES series. She's sold more than five hundred thousand books under another name in the last year. Breena loves to write about love, loss, and the strength of the human spirit. If you'd like to know more about her, you can follow her on Facebook, Twitter, or her Blog: www.breenawilde.blogspot.com.
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Table of Contents
DEDICATION
Copyright
Christmas Pleasures
Frosted Midnight
Haunted Halloween
The Blue Room
AFTERWORD
Coming Soon
OTHER BOOKS BY BREENA WILDE
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