Dominated: A Kinky Adult Fairy Tale (Bedding the Bad Girl Book 4)

by Wild, Callie

  “Ouch. But I deserve that,” he said with a nervous laugh.

  Hmm…curious… Why would he be nervous?

  “I’ll ask you one more time,” Eleanor said in a gentler tone. “What do you want?”

  “That’s a big question.” He met her eyes with a look that had her imagination working overtime, but she refused to fling herself into his arms.

  She’d thought Frank cared for her once before, but she’d been wrong. He’d left and she’d felt like a lovesick fool. It wasn’t going to happen a second time. If he had something to say, something he wanted, he was going to have to spell it out.

  “I got my clothes.” He thrust out a small brown bag she hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Thanks for sending them over.”

  “What’s this?” Eleanor asked, the simple act of her fingers brushing against his as she reached for the bag more contact than she could handle without starting to tremble.

  “Your diaper. Sorry I took it. I walked out before I thought about it, or the fact that I’d have to walk into the Guard’s Station wearing the damn thing,” he said, one finger tracing over her knuckles before he pulled away, leaving her holding the bag.

  “You could have kept it,” she said. “I’m out of the business.”

  “Good. It didn’t suit you.” The affection in his eyes made her want to scream.

  How could he do this to her—remind her of what it felt like to be the focus of his overwhelming attention when he planned to drop her diaper and go?

  “How do you know what suits me? You don’t even know me,” Eleanor said, her voice thick. Why couldn’t she be in this man’s presence for more than ten minutes without some part of her getting weepy? It just wasn’t natural.

  He sighed. “That’s what I kept telling myself. We also have different lifestyles, different backgrounds, and I convinced myself you never wanted to see my face again.”

  “You’re the one who ran away.”

  “I had work to do.”

  “You ran so fast you left in a loincloth,” she said as she watched him pop another grape into his mouth, feeling strangely envious of the plump little fruit. “You’re in my fruit tray.”

  “I’d like to be in a lot more than your fruit tray,” he whispered, moving so quickly that she was pressed up against him before she knew what had happened.

  “Let go,” she whispered, but letting go was the last thing she wanted him to do. It felt too amazing to have her breasts flattened against his warm chest and his thick-muscled thigh insinuating itself in between the legs of her satin pajama pants.

  “Eleanor, I’m sorry I left. Can we start over?” His hand smoothed down her back to caress the curve of her ass.

  “I’m not sure.” She closed her eyes and swayed into him, tilting her pelvis just the slightest bit against the hard cock straining the fly of his jeans. A rush of heat flooded between her thighs and a whimper sounded from the back of her throat as she tried not to wrap her arms around him.

  She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted any man, but she didn’t want the drama. She’d had enough pain, enough upheaval. She wanted to be able to relax and trust again. Frank had seemed like the most trustworthy man in the world, but he’d walked out on her.

  How could she forget that? How could she open herself up to his powerful draw again when she knew that losing him a second time would be more agonizing than the first?

  “I didn’t think you wanted the kind of relationship I had to offer,” he said. “You didn’t seem to like your life. I knew you wanted a change. How could I ask you to stay in a world you hated?”

  “Relationship?” Eleanor knew there was something else she should be getting from his words, but she couldn’t get past that one word.

  Relationship. He wanted a relationship? With her?

  “But I couldn’t stop thinking about you, dreaming about you. I was a wreck, I drove my son crazy grumping around the house, and…” He took a bracing breath. “I’d never ask you to call me Master, and you’re certainly no slave. That’s never been the kind of thing I get off on, but I do enjoy the type of sexual relationship we started exploring the other night. It’s part of who I am. I couldn’t—”

  “So this is about sex,” Eleanor said, her hope dying as quickly as it had sprung to life.

  “No, damn it, it’s not just about sex,” he said, pulling her closer, pinning her against his body. “It’s about the way I feel about you. I want you, Eleanor. Sexually, emotionally, mentally, and any other way I can have you. I want you to be mine.”

  “Then kiss me, Frank.” Eleanor wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled his mouth down to hers.

  No matter what else he had to say, she knew enough to realize that her dreams were coming true. He wanted her the same way she wanted him, and that meant she didn’t have to fight the attraction that threatened to level her where she stood.

  “First you need to tell me,” he said, pulling away from her far enough to speak. “Tell me that you’re mine.”

  She could still feel his breath hot on her lips. He smelled of coffee and grapes and something purely Frank, and she was dying for a taste of him. She would tell him anything to get that taste, but thankfully what he wanted to hear was exactly what was in her heart.

  “I’m yours, Frank. My lips, my pussy, my heart and anything else you can think of down the line,” she said, rocking against his cock, letting him know how she ached to be his in every way.

  “And I’m yours,” he promised. “For as long as you’ll have me.”

  And then he lowered his mouth and set about laying his claim in a much more erotic fashion.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Frank

  Frank struggled to hold on to his control, fighting the urge to pull Eleanor down and finish what they’d started right there on the carpet. She was so unbelievably sexy, so soft and sweet tasting, and even more beautiful than he’d remembered.

  When he had first seen her sitting there in those silky purple pajamas, he’d lost the ability to form words. He’d been sucked in by those big brown eyes, unable to fathom how she could look so stunning fresh out of her bed.

  Her bed. God, he wanted to get her in bed, get her naked and his cock inside her in the next ten seconds. But there was no way he would let their first time be a rushed event. No matter how much he ached for her, he had to make this last. He wanted her as crazy for him as he was for her, begging him to fuck his pussy before he finally filled her.

  “Frank,” she whispered against his mouth before she bit his bottom lip, raking her teeth over the sensitive skin.

  “Yes?” He pressed his fingers deeper into the soft flesh of her delectable ass, pulling her to where his cock throbbed with need for her, and only her. Eleanor was his, and he had to show her how grateful he was for the chance she’d given them.

  “Are you going to fuck me now?” She scored her nails down his back and he wished he wasn’t wearing a shirt. He wanted to feel her nails on his skin, feel the burn as she lost control and clawed at him.

  “Haven’t you heard that good things are worth waiting for?”

  “I don’t want to wait,” she said, pulling away from him and whipping her pajama top over her head.

  He’d fantasized about unbuttoning the thing with his teeth, but who was he kidding? He wouldn’t have been able to manage all those buttons without losing control.

  “You have the most beautiful breasts.” He fell to his knees and cupped her in his hands, testing the weight of each full globe before he nuzzled his face in between. Softly, he trailed kisses along her cleavage before letting his tongue play across her skin.

  “I’m shorter in real life,” she whispered, her breath coming faster as he teased a slow trail over to her right nipple and began to flick his tongue gently over her tip.

  “You’re the perfect height. Those heels were ridiculous,” he said, increasing the pressure with his tongue as he captured her other nipple with his fingers, rolling and plucking softl
y.

  “Frank, please. I’m already so wet,” she moaned, her hands trembling as she cupped his jaw, trying to urge him away from her nipple.

  Instead he sucked harder, drawing her deeply into his mouth until she cried out. Then he moved to the other nipple, licking and biting and sucking. She squirmed against him, the nails she pressed into his neck less than gentle.

  “Now I bet my pussy’s even wetter, isn’t it?”

  “God, yes. I don’t think I can stand much—” She cried out, a strangled sound of relief, as he tugged her pants to the floor, baring her to his gaze.

  She wasn’t wearing a damn thing under her pajamas. Frank’s mouth watered as he caught the scent of her. He hadn’t intended to taste her, but the temptation was too much to resist.With a firm hand, he eased her legs farther apart and brought his tongue to where her small, plump lips hid her clit. Curling his tongue, he began to tease between the petals of her sex, capturing her bud in the warm heat of his mouth, wrapping her completely in his tongue before he swirled around her in gentle circles.

  She called his name in a panicked voice as her knees began to tremble.

  “Sit,” he commanded, lengthening himself on the ground beneath her and pulling her hips down. She tensed as she looked down and saw where he had aimed her body, but he didn’t loosen his hold. “Sit, Eleanor. Now. I want more of my pussy.”

  She dropped her hips with a moan, a sound that Frank echoed as he was suddenly surrounded by the sweet, wet heat of her. He tunneled his tongue inside her dripping cleft, lapping up the evidence of her arousal, penetrating her with deep thrusts. Then, when he felt her start to tremble above him, he withdrew, moving to flick his tongue against her clit until she began to cream for him again.

  Back and forth, back and forth, he teased through her swollen, aroused flesh, bringing her to the verge of release but not allowing her to climax. Finally, she began to rock against him, squirming her clit into closer contact with his tongue, desperately seeking relief.

  Frank brought his hands to her waist, holding tight as he urged her to lie on the ground. She tumbled to the carpet with her legs spread wide, a clear invitation for him to fuck the pussy he had just finished tormenting with his mouth. Frank felt the tension in his own groin grow to epic levels as her lust-filled eyes met his and her small hands began to smooth down the front of her body.

  “Do you want to touch yourself?”

  “No, I want you to fuck me,” she said, but her fingers were already on her clit, circling the needy flesh with swift, wild movements. Her nipples beaded and her lips parted, while a delicate flush rose in her cheeks. She was seconds away from finding release without him.

  “Then you’d better stop messing with my pussy,” Frank said, undoing the close of his jeans and tugging down both boxers and pants until his cock sprung free.

  Eleanor’s fingers stilled. Her eyes went ridiculously wide, and Frank wasn’t sure whether to be flattered, amused or concerned.

  He knew he was a large man, too large for some women, and he suddenly wondered whether Eleanor would still want him. He couldn’t remember a time when the first few moments of penetration weren’t difficult. He was just too thick. But Eleanor had seemed to enjoy a little pain with her pleasure. Perhaps she would relish that bit of difficulty when they first came together, as flesh strained to accommodate flesh.

  Or maybe she would take one look at the gun he was really packing and change her mind.

  He had to find out before it was too late to call a halt to what they’d started.

  “You want me to fuck you with this cock?” he asked quietly, letting her know with his eyes that she could call this off now if she wanted, and he wouldn’t fault her.

  “I think I can handle it.”

  “I didn’t ask if you could handle it, I asked if you wanted—”

  “I want you inside me so badly, I feel like I’m about to lose my mind,” she said as she moved her fingers very deliberately lower, spreading her lips wide open, exposing the slick entrance to her body.

  “Then show me,” he said, determined to draw out their mutual anticipation, to resist the temptation to guide his aching length into the glistening pink cleft she had made so vulnerable to him.

  “How?”

  “Suck me,” He pulled his shirt over his head, shocked to find that she was already on her hands and knees in front of him by the time he threw the fabric to the floor.

  Without the slightest hesitation she pulled her hair to one side, angling her head so that he could watch her lips part around the end of his cock. She had to open her jaw wide to fit even his head inside, but soon he was encased in the heat of her welcoming mouth. It became more and more difficult to take a deep breath as she circled him with her tongue, teasing the sensitive flesh around his hood, lapping away the pre-cum that leaked from his tip.

  “God, woman,” he gasped as her hands gripped the flesh of his ass, fingernails digging into his buttocks as she pulled him deeper. Slowly, she began to rock in time with the shallow thrusts of his hips, the heart shape of her ass bouncing as her whole body became involved in taking more and more of him down her throat.

  Frank’s balls were throbbing and swollen, his sac heavy with the need to come, but he fought the urge until a metallic taste rose in his mouth. She hadn’t come yet, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to lose control until he’d worked his cock inside her tight little pussy. He needed to feel her body clench around him, needed to look into her eyes and watch bliss overtake her as they made love.

  It would be making love; he had no doubt about it. He was crazy about this woman. No matter how quickly the emotion had taken root, he had no doubt that it was real, and would stand the test of time.

  “Enough,” he said, his heart and groin both clutching as she rolled her eyes up to meet his. “I need to fuck my pussy.”

  She smiled as she pulled away from his cock and came to her knees in front of him. He met the lips she offered, relishing the taste of him still lingering in her mouth as his tongue swept against hers. Without breaking their kiss, he freed himself of his jeans and shoes before scooping Eleanor up and hoisting her against him, chest to chest, with her legs around his waist.

  He stood and aimed them both toward the door in the far corner. It looked like the door to a bedroom, and that was exactly where he wanted to be—and hopefully remain for at least a few days.

  “Frank, please,” she begged, wiggling in his arms until her pussy slid up and down his engorged length. She was doing her best to impale herself on him as he walked and it was driving him insane.

  “If you don’t want to get fucked against this wall, you’d better stop it.”

  “Fuck me against the wall, Frank. Please fuck me—”

  Frank spun to his left, pressing her back against the wallpaper, reaching between them long enough to position his cock and thrust inside.

  “God, Frank, oh yes,” she gasped, though her body tensed as his thick head worked through the entrance to her body. It was a snug fit, even with her prepared for him.

  “Am I hurting you?” Frank groaned, fearing that he wouldn’t be able to stop if they kept at this much longer. Hell, he might not be able to stop now. She felt so amazing, like a fantasy come to life, the perfect match he had never let himself dream might exist after the death of his wife.

  “No, you’re perfect. Perfect,” she said, echoing his thoughts as her hands smoothed down the sides of his face. She stared into his eyes with a look that read all the secrets of his heart. In the caramel-brown depths of her gaze he saw everything he’d ever dreamed of—an amazing woman who wasn’t afraid to give him access to every part of her, body and soul.

  He thrust his hips sharply up and in, filling her completely in one swift movement. She cried out as the head of his cock bumped the end of her passage, but the sound wasn’t one of pain, but pleasure.

  “Yes.” Her legs wrapped tightly around him, pulling him impossibly deeper.

  “I want my pussy to
come, I want to feel you come on my cock, baby,” he said, bringing his hands to her nipples, pinching and twisting as he nudged at her clit with shallow thrusts of his pelvis. His entire length lay buried within her, but with a shift of his hips he could stimulate the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex. He wanted to take her over the edge like that, to feel her grip him while his cock was held snugly inside her heat.

  She sighed, her lips trembling against his as she began to meet his thrusts with grinding circles of her own. She climaxed seconds later, head thrown back, crying her release to the rafters of the twenty-foot ceiling. Her pussy pulsed and throbbed around his length as Eleanor clung to him, biting her lip.

  “Don’t bite yourself, bite me,” Frank breathed, unable to resist the urge to thrust inside her. “Bite me.”

  He started off slowly, pulling out until the tip of his cock was at the entrance to her body before sliding slowly back in. Eleanor obeyed his command, digging her teeth into the muscle of his shoulder with enough force to make him hiss in his next breath.

  With a sound of surrender he began to plunge in and out, hard and deep, claiming her with a wild abandon. Soon the sound of skin slapping against skin and the grunts they both made as they came together were all he could hear. His pulse pounded in his ears, the sweet, musky scent of her arousal filled his head, and when she came a second time, screaming his name, Frank joined her with a fierce cry of his own.

  He groaned against her lips as his cock twitched and pulsed inside her, his orgasm continuing long past the point when his seed had been spilled.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered as the pleasure abated and they both fought to catch their breath. “That was…”

  “Holy.” The word was out of his mouth before he could think twice. It wasn’t a word he used in everyday conversation, but it was the only word that fit. It had been sacred, the coming together of their bodies an erotic covenant that he would never dishonor.

  “Yes, it was,” she whispered.

  “Thank you.”