The Choice (Doms of Her Life: Heavenly Rising Book 1)

by Shayla Black

  As he glided his palm down her pure, peachy-pale back and cupped her gorgeous backside again, Heavenly wrapped protective arms around her chest.

  Frowning, he pulled her arms to her sides. “Why are you trying to hide?”

  “I’m nervous.”

  “About?”

  “I’m naked.”

  “That’s how I wanted you.”

  Heavenly let out a little huff. “What if you don’t like what you see?”

  “Impossible. I’m already exercising more self-control than you can imagine to stop myself from devouring you. Now turn around so I can see you, little girl. I want to watch you play with your pussy for me. I won’t touch you without your permission. If, at any time, you want to end this, all you have to do is say ‘stop.’”

  Body tense, she nodded. Then she took in a shaky, fortifying breath and slowly turned around.

  Through the windows, sunlight streamed, kissing her everywhere and making her glow golden. Beck felt his jaw drop. He nearly lost his tongue. “Goddamn, you’re beautiful.”

  The gentle slope of her shoulders gave way to delicate collarbones, then down to lush, round breasts that seemed to defy gravity, topped off by the prettiest blushing pink nipples he’d ever seen. Beck wasn’t a boob man, but he’d absolutely make an exception for Heavenly. Her torso curved into the gentle valley of her small waist, followed by the flare of her feminine hips. Between trim thighs, her pussy hid shyly behind a dusting of pale down. Hell, even her feet were petite.

  She was every fantasy he’d never realized he had in one perfect package.

  A tentative smile curled up her lips. “You’re being kind.”

  “I’m being honest.” He reached for her breast, then remembered his promise. “Will you let me?”

  Heavenly gave him a jerky nod.

  Her nipples had beaded under the gentle stir of the air conditioning, but they tightened even more the moment he cradled the weight of her breast in his hand. Then he did the same to her other, sweeping his thumbs across the hard tips, fascinated by the way she gasped and her knees buckled and a flush rose all over her body.

  He had to taste them.

  Beck bent and lifted a nipple to his lips. “You okay with this?”

  “Uh-huh.” Her voice sounded deliciously unsteady.

  He smiled as he lowered his head the last inch and sucked the velvety bead into his mouth, laving her with his tongue and moaning around her flesh. Her head rolled back on her shoulders, and she curled her hands around his head, urging him closer.

  After working the bud for long minutes, he drew back and popped it from between his lips, then lavished the same treatment on the other, sliding the first between his thumb and forefinger. Heavenly wriggled against him, her little moans an encouragement to lay her down, spread her out, and take everything she offered. But they’d negotiated—not that she realized it—and he’d promised her boundaries.

  Beck forced himself to step back with a reluctant sigh. “Thank you. Lie on the bed.”

  Slowly, she eased back, sitting first, then lying down, scooting to the center, splaying out in a pose he didn’t think she meant to be sexy. But hell if it wasn’t—lips, arms, and thighs all parted unconsciously as if she waited for him.

  “That’s it. Show me how you make yourself feel good.”

  Heavenly shot him a nervous stare. “You’re really going to stand over me and watch?”

  “To start with.” He gave her a wry smile. “As gorgeous as you are, I might have to join you and give myself some fucking relief.”

  “I’d like to see that.” She smiled in spite of her tension, her expression unconsciously come-hither. “Maybe I’ll help you.”

  Jesus, she kept surprising—and arousing—him. When he finally fucked her, Beck had a feeling she was going to wreck him.

  “You’re welcome to touch me anytime, anywhere, any way. Now be a good little girl and put your fingers in your pussy.”

  Heavenly nodded, then laid her hands on the fluttering flat of her belly before letting her right drift down unerringly into her damp curls. With her left hand, she parted her pouting folds, showing him all her prettiest, most private pink parts. Even at a distance, he could tell she was aroused.

  “Are you wet?”

  She gave him a shaky nod.

  “Tell me. Say it.”

  “My pussy is wet.”

  Her whisper was so faint and high-pitched. He heard her nerves. He heard her need. He heard her surrender. It was killing him.

  “It is. And it smells so good, sweet like cotton candy. Show me how you rub your clit.”

  She did, slowly at first, like she wasn’t sure what to do. Or whether he would like it. Ha! Watching her drag her fingers across her shy little bud was mind-blowing. His mouth watered. His cock screamed. He’d give anything to dive face first into her.

  Instead, he could only stare, hands clenched into fists, and subject himself to the most decadent erotic torture imaginable.

  “Rub it harder. Faster.” His hoarse voice came out ragged.

  She complied with a beseeching stare, circling her clit with more speed and force until a desperate whimper fell from her lips.

  “That’s it. You’re juicy and so swollen and tempting. Jesus, your velvety walls gripping my finger as you quivered and came haunts me.”

  Unable to resist her lure, he inched closer until his thigh met the mattress, watching her breathing turn choppy and her body go tense. She tossed her head back, arching her throat to him, and spread her legs wider. The heady scent of her sex hung thick in the air.

  “Look at me while you climb that peak.”

  With a mewl, she did. Her blue eyes were dark, smoky. Her hips rocked as their stares fused. A rousing pink hue colored her naked flesh. “Beck…”

  “You look fucking stunning.” He was trying like hell to keep his hands and mouth off her.

  Heavenly was close. Her keening cries echoed off the walls. The ache behind his zipper grew to a painful throb. Unable to stand the torture any longer, Beck unzipped his fly and let his cock spring into his waiting hand. He hissed in relief as he gripped his shaft and slowly stroked himself.

  Instantly, her fingers stilled as she watched with wide eyes, fixated on the bunching of his biceps and the clenching of his fist. She licked her lips.

  Fuck. Her innocent response was gutting him. “Don’t stop. Let your fingers do the walking and we’ll come together.”

  “But I want to see…” She eased closer to his gliding fist, looking enthralled.

  “What you do to me? Every time I’m with you, I get hard. I lie in bed at night, pounding my cock, dreaming of all the ways I want to make you scream. I’ve been doing that for months. Did you have any idea?”

  “No.” She sounded both stunned and aroused. “Can I tell you what else I thought about when I touched myself at home?” She dropped her lashes, not in a demure cast, but visually sweeping his body as if she wanted to take in every hard muscle and bulging vein. “You. Exciting you. Touching you. Making you feel as good as you made me feel.”

  Beck groaned. She was waving a red cape in front of a goddamn raging bull. “The first time I saw you, I was dying to fuck you, little girl.”

  She blinked at him, her glassy eyes half-lidded and sultry and killing his self-control. “You were?”

  “And the urge has only gotten stronger.” He stroked his cock faster. The tip grew slicker when her hungry gaze latched onto his dick again. “If you want to touch me, I’m all yours.”

  Heavenly slid off the bed, giving him a little nudge with a hand to his chest…which she followed with her lips, spreading barely there kisses across his skin. He stumbled back, wondering what the hell she was up to. Not that it stopped the rapid jerk of his hand on his cock or the pounding of his heart.

  Then she sighed and fell to her knees at his feet, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “You said I could touch you anytime, anywhere, and any way I wanted. What if I want to pleasure you with m
y mouth?”

  The air in his lungs froze. His knees threatened to buckle. A hot wave charged through his blood. Beck feared he might stroke out.

  One of his favorite fantasies was fucking coming true, and all he could do was look down at her, utterly awestruck and slack-jawed, and nod mutely. With a handful of words, she’d annihilated his control.

  She dipped her head shyly. “But I want to do it right.”

  He lifted her chin with his finger, excitement nearly ripping him out of his skin. “I’ll teach you. Give me your hand.”

  Releasing his erection, he took hold of her wrist and lifted her palm to his cock. Heavenly’s touch jolted him with a nuclear thrill he almost couldn’t process. He sucked in a hiss.

  “Now wrap your fingers around me.” He laid his own over hers, guiding her to grip his shaft snugly, and groaned. “Grip me tight, little girl. Feel the veins, the heat, and the fluid spilling off the crest. Yeah…”

  “You’ll tell me if I do it wrong?”

  He stroked a hand over her hair. “Yes, but I doubt that’s going to happen. This feels incredible.”

  When she emulated the motion and the rhythm perfectly, he withdrew his hand so she could explore on her own. Immediately, he clenched his teeth as her palm danced up and down his length. His cock jerked.

  If she kept this up, he wouldn’t fucking last.

  “Is this the way you like it?” Uncertainty tinged her soft voice.

  “Harder,” he choked out.

  She did, and he closed his eyes as his whole body melted around her touch. “Fuck, yes.”

  As she continued to slide her hand up and down his cock, Beck’s balls churned and his body hummed. He peered down at her, watching as she gazed in awe at each smooth glide. Jesus, he’d last longer if he controlled her stroke or even looked away. But no, he couldn’t tear his gaze from her firm but gentle sweeps up his length.

  When had he become such a raging masochist?

  “When you’re ready, just open your mouth and—”

  Even before he finished his sentence, Heavenly parted her lips and swiped her tongue over his leaking crest. Need rocked him like a fucking earthquake. He squeezed his hands into fists and locked his knees.

  “It’s salty.” Her voice lilted with wonder. “I want to do it again. I just open my mouth and…”

  He gritted his teeth and managed to nod.

  She flicked her tongue over the tip once more, savoring his taste with a little moan. The urge to thread his fingers through her silky mane and thrust himself between her lips drove him insane. He was going to suffer a slow, agonizing death before this lesson was through…but at least he’d go with a smile on his face.

  After an audible swallow, she leaned closer, opened her mouth, and wrapped her plump lips around him.

  Lightning slid up his spine before slamming deep in his balls. Jesus…

  She pulled on him once, as if he were the tastiest lollipop, then eased back to gaze at his crown. Heavenly might be inexperienced, but she didn’t shy away from sliding her mouth over him again, then flicking the tip with her tongue, nearly fucking unraveling him. Then, when she began bobbing on him and sliding her hand up and down his shaft? Holy shit. His eyes rolled back in his head. Swallowing a roar, Beck sank his fingertips against her scalp and wrapped his fists in her hair, struggling to pull air into his lungs.

  “Yes,” he hissed. “Deeper into your mouth, little girl. Good. Yeah. Stroke down on my shaft at the same time. Hmm. Stretch the skin tight. Fuck.”

  She obeyed flawlessly, sucking him over and over while she squeezed him all the way to the stem.

  Fighting the raging surge of orgasm headed his way was pointless. It was right there. Beck bellowed for breath and clenched his fingers into fists, desperate to shower her tongue with his seed in three, two…

  His doorbell chimed. Heavenly stiffened and lifted from his cock, gazing at him with a startled expression. “Are you expecting anyone?”

  “No. Ignore it. Whoever it is will go away,” he assured, guiding her head back to his shaft again.

  She swirled her tongue around him, then plunged him back into the molten heat of her mouth once more, growing confident and swallowing down another inch.

  Their unwanted visitor gave up on the bell and pounded on his door instead.

  “Fuck!” Beck released her hair and tapped the video doorbell app on his smart watch. Two impatient cops stood on his porch. “What the hell?”

  “What’s wrong?” Heavenly eased back on her heels, looking concerned.

  “I don’t know. The police are here.”

  “Can you think of a reason why?”

  “No, but…” He sighed. “I have to answer this.”

  “Of course,” she murmured as he helped her to her feet.

  Grimacing, he tucked his screaming cock into his jeans and slowly drew up his zipper. By the time he’d done that, Heavenly had already donned her undergarments and was sliding her dress back over her head. So not only hadn’t he gotten lucky today, he probably wasn’t getting an orgasm he didn’t give himself.

  Fuck.

  “Turn around. I’ll zip you up.”

  As she presented him her back and he raised the little metal tab to the top, covering her completely, the pounding grew more urgent.

  “Come on.” He slid his hand in hers. Together, they hurried down the stairs.

  When Beck pulled the front door open, he frowned at the cops’ grim faces. “Can I help you, Officers?”

  “Yes, sir. We have a report of a death at your residence. We’re here to inspect the body.”

  Beck shook his head. “There’s no body here. No death. I live alone, and my girlfriend is just visiting. You must have the wrong address.”

  That was the only explanation. Logically, Beck knew the cops hadn’t interrupted the blow job of the century on purpose, but of all the shitty timing…

  “No, this is the right place.” The officer recited the address, and it was correct. “We have a report that an elderly man passed away on the premises.”

  “What? Who?”

  “A Dr. Kenneth Beckman. Do you know anyone by that name?”

  “I’m Dr. Kenneth Beckman, and as you can clearly see, I’m very much alive.”

  “I’m going to need to see some ID.” The more seasoned cop frowned.

  As Beck scrambled in his pocket for his wallet and whipped out his driver’s license, two EMTs pushing a gurney rushed up behind the policemen.

  “Have you examined the body? Need a transport to the morgue?” the younger one asked.

  “There’s no body,” Beck bellowed. “Who the hell reported me dead?”

  No one answered. The cop had a low-voiced conversation with his fellow officer, who made a discreet phone call. The EMTs simply stared. Jesus, who had started this colossal screw-up and ruined his day?

  A half second later, his cell phone chimed. He yanked the device from his jeans and saw a text from Seth.

  Need the name of a good funeral home?

  Beck closed his eyes. That motherfucker. He’d planned this. He’d ruined the day with Heavenly…why? To needle him? To prove he could? To make sure he didn’t have sex with her? Probably all of the above.

  He’d been cop-blocked. Beck grunted. The next body in the morgue was going to be Seth’s.

  The officer handed him his ID back, then gave him a long stare. “We’re going to need to check the premises, ask you a few questions. Can I come in?”

  “Now? I’m in the middle of a date.”

  Heavenly laid a gentle hand on his arm. “It’s okay. I’ll get out of your way and let you straighten this mess out. I have to get to work anyway. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  Before he could object, she brushed a butterfly-soft kiss over his lips, then stepped out the door. Beck watched her go helplessly, biting back a roar, as the veteran cop trekked over his threshold.

  The younger cop asked her a couple of questions. She answered so softly Beck couldn’t hear.


  The policeman looking to interrogate him closed the door and sent him a long, inscrutable stare. “Stand back. I’ll start in the living room. This may take a while.”

  Now that Heavenly was gone, Beck didn’t give a shit if it took all night. It just gave him time to plan how he would repay that son of a bitch, Seth. And he would—in spades.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  A fucking week. That’s how long he’d been back from New York and he had yet to lay eyes on Heavenly. Oh, he’d called. No answer. He’d texted, asking to see her over the weekend. Hours later, she’d responded. Of course she missed him and would love to see him, too. But she was busy. She would be for seven freaking days.

  A week to wonder if Beck was corrupting her.

  Her messages explained that she’d either be volunteering at the hospital, attending online classes, waiting tables…or spending time with that goddamn thorn in his side. As soon as Seth had read that, his imagination had begun providing unhelpful images of her being penetrated and pleasured by the fucking sadist.

  He’d decided then and there to make sure that didn’t happen. And it hadn’t taken him long to come up with a plan. A little conversation with an unwitting Raine told him the time and location of Heavenly’s next date with Beck. Sending the LAPD’s finest to his house for his recently deceased body had filled Seth with a perverse satisfaction. If it had prevented the jackass from making her come again, even better. Oh, to have been a fly on the wall when the cops knocked on the door…

  Best of all? He’d gotten away with it. Well, Beck had sent him some blah, blah, blah text because he’d been pissed off. Whatever… But today, Seth was finally getting his chance to spend time alone with Heavenly, and there was nothing Beck could do—except pout and jack off.

  Life was sweet. Sometimes Seth amazed himself with his own brilliance.

  He checked the clock. Now that Friday afternoon had arrived, Heavenly was finally on her way over. He’d tossed together a little lunch, chilled a bottle of white wine, and tidied up his new apartment. He was ready. Granted, this place wasn’t much more than four walls, but he’d managed to make the one-bedroom livable, also adding passable security and camera surveillance to the front door. It would do until his apartment in Manhattan sold and he could buy in LA. Best of all, it was only a couple of blocks from his new office.