“Go slow,” he said, his words husky.
Ah. With my hands braced on his shoulders, I moved down a little, slipping on the wetness from my body. Instinct took me. Without need for thought, my hips rose and fell, sliding me up and down his shaft in tiny distances. I groaned and my breathing hastened.
“More.” His hand on my hip clawed into my skin and forced me downward. His cock went farther, farther, until I was seated fully. “Stay still.”
“Unh.” His pants cloth brushed the back of my thighs. The hard metal zip pressed cold and sharp into my labia. If his balls weren’t inside me, they were close. So deep. I fell forward, and nestled my head into the angle of his neck with my hands curled on his chest.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Now, let’s discuss business.”
“What?” I asked, incredulous, stunned. I could barely put one thought in front of another with him in me.
“Yes, wait. Accommodate me. You’ll get used to it.” Then he bit and suckled on my neck as if to make it all even more impossible.
But he was right, eventually my thinking processes returned, even if every minute or so I would feel my vagina clamp down on his dick and a shudder possess me.
“Ready to talk?” he asked.
“Mmm. Guess so,” I murmured into his skin. I sniffed him and nibbled. His body shook under me as he laughed.
“Good. Now, Jodie. Stop nibbling, by the way.” I did. “Say something if you disagree. This is mutual agreement. We are going to live in your house.”
I grunted and smelled him some more.
“I will be your Master but no heavy S and m until we sort things out. No impact play at all. No needles, nothing like that. No biting. And that’s going to be hard not to do. Your ass…” He groaned and I couldn’t help smiling. “Pinching though, nipple clamps, are good. Okay?”
“‘Kay.” I nodded, my forehead sliding on his muscle. God. He felt good inside me.
“You can work locally, I think you said that. Negotiable. Except no tours out of town.”
I grunted again. My mind vaguely remembered how I hated tours.
“Documentary shelved. Nothing will go public. We don’t need the money.”
We? Oh thank God for that. Happy dance. I licked him and tasted just Him.
“Fuck, you feel good sweetheart.” He thrust up at me, once. “Got all that?”
I wrapped my arms about his shoulders and did my own languid up and down movement, and yes, his cock poked at some wonderful places inside. My eyes rolled back.
“Stop that,” he grumbled, and he grabbed my hair with both hands and tilted my head. “Look at me Jodie.”
I opened my eyes. Inches away, his stared into mine.
“Tell me, Jodie. Who owns you? Are you mine? Because I think you are. I think you’re fucking mine.”
I swam inside the world of his eyes. “Yes,” I croaked. “I am yours, Sir.”
“Of course you are.” He shook my head a little and lowered his voice to the level of a wolf prowling in the darkness. “Now, kiss me, then you can go do my dishes. And when you have done that, return and we will finish this.”
That small statement thrummed into me. “Thank you, Sir.” I met his lips with mine, and we softly kissed. The possession – his hands in my hair, his cock inside me, and his mouth on me – this unraveled my universe and bound me irrevocably to him.
And I…I was precisely where I belonged.
The End
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The Dom with a Safeword
Book 1 in the Badass Brats series
Late at night, on an amateur ghost hunt, Sabrina and her best friend Q are caught trespassing by the gorgeous, blonde Jude. The embers of attraction between them sizzle when they discover Jude’s kinks match their own. Jude is a Dom on his last summer of freedom before starting the prison sentence that is med school. Q is a badass bi switch who knows what she wants, and for years it’s been her cute, doe-eyed straight friend Sabrina. But the only way for Q into Sabrina’s heart and panties may be with Jude’s fist wrapped in her hair.
Domming the bratty Q and mischievous Sabrina isn’t going to be easy but Jude relishes the challenge. At the end of the summer, will they find a way to stay together when everything is tearing them apart?
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“Do you think he’s ever going to take his pants off?” Sabrina whispered in Q’s ear. “Maybe he shares his penis with another guy and today wasn’t his day to use it.”
“I kept the jeans on so I wouldn’t rush things,” Jude replied, slapping Sabrina’s ass.
“Well it’s not exactly rushing anymore. Both of us are naked, so how is this fair?” she retorted, gesturing at the offending article of clothing.
“I’m the dominant, so I get to make the rules.” His head tilted in a look of smug amusement.
“Fuck that!” Q knelt up on the window seat, leaned over Sabrina and pulled at the button of his jeans. “This is a mutiny, Captain!”
After wriggling free, Sabrina tried to hold him still while he batted away Q’s hands. They had just managed to get the button untied, when he dragged both of them over to sit on his lap. They didn’t quite fit, but he didn’t give them the option of getting up.
“Hold your hair up, both of you,” he ordered.
Looking askance at each other, they complied. The sensation of his breath rippling over Q’s neck sent shivers up into her hair. His mouth latched onto the place where her neck and shoulder met, and Q sighed in contentment. Sucking and nibbling on their necks and shoulders, he held them still for his enjoyment. Eventually he let them go so they could participate.
Sabrina sucked on Q’s bottom lip then trailed tiny kisses down to her chin, past her neck, to her breast. She paused as though she was having an internal debate. Slowly, she backed off Jude’s lap onto the cushion. She shifted onto her hands and knees, grazing Q’s nipple with her lips and making her groan. Her pink tongue darted out, licking the very tip. She looked up at Q mischievously, her ass wiggling.
Both she and Jude eyed Sabrina’s backside with interest, smiling at each other when they realized they were doing it simultaneously. Q’s smile became a gasp as something warm and wet engulfed her nipple. She watched in fascination as Sabrina’s sucking and nipping mouth alternated between her breasts. Her tongue investigated Q’s piercings. Enraptured, Q ran her fingers though Sabrina’s silky hair, the slide of it through her hands sensuous. The elastic that had been holding it when they were painting hung tenuously onto the bottom of a lock of hair, and she tossed it aside.
The Dom with the Perfect Brats
Book 3 in the Badass Brats series
Coming soon
Godfrey Cross is a Dom who dislikes brats, but when he meets two cheeky vanilla girls, he begins to doubt.
Being big, tattooed and mean doesn’t save him from growing to love Gemma and Izzy, two of the brattiest girls he’s ever met. Though Izzy adores Gemma, only at his insistence do they take their sexual relationship further. When his terrible past shoulders in, their hopes and desires become a tangled mess, but the women he loves are prepared to do anything to show him they’re perfect for each other.
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Table of Contents
Disclaimer
Acknowledgement
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Ch
apter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine
The Dom with a Safeword
The Dom with the Perfect Brats
Table of Contents
Disclaimer
Acknowledgement
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine
The Dom with a Safeword
The Dom with the Perfect Brats
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