by Dakota Trace
He groaned, rolling way from her and off the mattress. Standing next to the bed, she caught a glimpse of his impressive erection as it tented his cotton briefs. Then he was gone, disappearing into what she assumed was the bathroom. A moment later the sound of water drifted into the bedroom, spurring her into moving. Unable to resist, she was off the bed and into the steamy bathroom before she could stop herself.
She started jerking off her bra as she devoured the silhouette his body made through the frosted glass while he leaned against the tile, his hand moving desperately between his thighs. She wanted to curse as the hooks on her bra got tangled, but with a hard jerk they finally came free, spilling her breasts out into the humid air. Hooking her fingers in the elastic at her waist, she jerked her underwear down ignoring the sound of cloth tearing. Then she was in the shower with him, before she had time to stop, think or even breathe.
He spun around as she sank to her knees in front of him. “Please, Sir. I…want you.”
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Ethan stared down at the woman kneeling at his feet, her face tipped up as the water saturated her hair. She was gloriously nude and offering herself to him, in a pose so classic, he wanted to howl. Her lips parted as she repeated her request once more. His hand tightened on the base of his cock, as her lips parted and she begged him with her expressive eyes to keep from spilling. His body had been on edge most of the night as he’d held her. It had taken every ounce of control he’d had left to leave his bed. Now here she was, kneeling at his feet and asking for more. The Dom in him was just peevish enough to demand more than the halting request she’d just offered.
“What exactly do you want, Sabella? To tease me some more?” He gave his cock a stroke, loving the way her eyes dropped to his groin. He forced a bit of hardness into his tone. “My face isn’t down there nor did you answer my question.”
Her eyes darted back up to meet his. “I…please. I need…” She moved as if to touch him.
“Don’t even think about it. You’ll remain there until we come to an agreement.” His words came out harsher than he’d intended, but he was at his rope’s end with her cold and hot treatment. First she’d told him yes she’d spend the weekend with him, and had even come to him last night when everything had fallen apart. Then when he’d sensed her desire in his bed, had felt the dampness pressing against his thigh, and still she’d denied him, he’d nearly lost it. For every two steps forward, he was going one back and it was driving him nuts.
“An agreement?” She whimpered. “You want to talk now?”
“Yes.” He released his cock, allowing it to bob freely. “I’m not a damned yo-yo, Sabella. I may be a Dom but I can’t turn my body off and on as you do. You either tell me exactly what you want, or I’m going to jerk off right here and you can watch me.”
“Oh, yes.” Her hands clenched on her thighs. “Use me for your pleasure…if you want to come on me, Sir, do so. If you want to unload in my mouth, it’s yours…”
Shocked surprise at her blatant hunger nearly had him spilling. He pushed away from the wall. “And what if I want to slid my aching cock inside of you and fuck you into submission? Can I do that?”
“If it pleases you.” Her breathing came faster. “I’m yours, Sir. To do with what you will.”
He squeezed his eyes shut, wanting to take her up on her offer. “But what do you want from me, Sabella? Forget Dom/submissive. Right at this moment what do you want from Ethan the man?”
She slowly rose to her feet, and for a split second he thought he’d pushed too hard, and she was going to leave. Instead she placed her hands on his chest before pinning him to the wall. Standing up on tiptoe, she brushed his lips over his, barely making contact. “What do I want?” She pressed closer. “I want to explore your body. To touch every inch of you with my hands…” She trailed her fingers down his chest pausing to flick over his nipples. “…with my lips...” Her mouth skated across along his jaw before her teeth nipped lightly on his earlobe. “…with my teeth and tongue…” Her tongue dipped inside his ear, bathing it with wet heat. “…until you bend me over and…” She whimpered, her thighs capturing the length of his cock between them as she wiggled. “…screw me until I can do nothing but scream your name.”
His hands went to her waist, as his head tipped back to give her freer access to the column of his throat as her words flowed over him, stark but needful in their simplicity. He didn’t even mind the vulgarity of her request as he wanted her without control, without limits, and wild in his arms.
“But…that’s merely what I want from the man…” She slipped free of his arms before sliding down his body, and finally sinking back to her knees, her submission evident in every line of her body. “…I’ll settle for what you’ll give me as my Dom.”
He ground his teeth. He couldn’t resist her any longer. He could only pray she didn’t regret it afterward. “Fuck it.” He turned off the water with a violent twist of his fingers. “Go get in bed. Right now, Sabella. I want you on your back, your pretty thighs spread for me with your arms crossed at the wrists above your head.”
“Yes, Sir.” She scrambled to her feet, not bothering with a towel as she sprinted across hardwood floor and back into his bedroom. Stepping out of the shower, he took deep breaths, struggling for control. He didn’t want to be her Dom at this moment. He wanted what she offered first. He wanted her to make love to him, just not to submit, but she needed the Dom this morning. Man, he was fucked.
Chapter Twenty
Sprawled across the bedding, Sabella’s heart pounded. She’d risked it all in the shower. For the first time in her life as a submissive, she’d been aggressive, even teasing towards her Dom. She laid it all on the line and told him what not only she wanted, but what she would give. Then he’d sent her from the shower with explicit instructions. Ones she’d been more than happy to obey, despite the fact she’d gotten his sheets damp. She wasn’t sure what she was going to get when he joined her. He could come in, allow her to explore his body, or even be cruel by kneeling next to her to mark her naked body with his come, but never allowing her to touch him. She had her preference but knew in the end, whatever he chose, she would be content with it. She had a feeling this was the turning point in their relationship. Whichever route he went, it would set the tone for their future relationship. Would she get the man, the Dom, or perhaps a combination of them both? The uncertainty of it wasn’t enough to douse her feverish arousal or intense need. In fact, if she were honest with herself, it stroked her need even higher.
As the minutes dragged by, she grew restless but resisted the urge to move. And was glad she hadn’t, because moments later the bathroom door opened and her Sir stepped into the room. Of everything she had expected, to see him dressed wasn’t one of them. Wearing faded jeans and open button down shirt with his dreadlocks pulled back, he walked over to the door. Her heart sank. She’d never thought he’d actually do neither and leave her sprawled across his bed. Her eyes stung at the perceived rejection. Had been too forward maybe or perhaps not submissive enough? Even though she wanted to know what she’d done wrong, she wouldn’t ruin it by begging. She pressed her lips together and turned her head to the side, so she couldn’t see him abandon her. Which was why she was startled when she felt the bed give next to her hip. Her head snapped to the left to see him with one knee on the mattress as he leaned over her.
“You honestly thought I left? After you got me so hot and bothered in the shower, I nearly lost control?” With a smooth twist of his body, he rolled on top of her, his denim covered thighs bracketing her upper hips where they met her waist. Hovering over her, his heat warmed her as he pinned her wrists in place, the water dripping from his dreadlocks, sending shards of awareness through her. The droplets left on her upturned breasts ran together as she shivered. He gave a slow shake of his head, scattering more of them, smiling at her reaction. “Not a chance in hell, Sabella.” Dipping his head, he slanted his mouth over hers, taking total control of the kiss.
She moaned softly as his tongue thrust in, rubbing over hers until she was nearly breathless. His taste was intoxicating. The slight hint of his minty toothpaste combined with a flavor she was quickly beginning to recognize as uniquely Ethan made her hungry for more. More kisses, more touches, more of…him.
When his tongue retreated, she followed it back into his mouth, shyly requesting more of his taste, loving the growl filling their joined mouths. Lifting her head off the pillow, she strained to keep their lips together until she wasn’t sure where he began and she ended. Her protest echoed through the room as he tore his lips from hers.
“Damn, little one.” He pressed his nose to hers before rubbing it over her cheek and following her jawbone into her hair line where his breath teased her ear. “You don’t know how much I want to bury my cock in your little chitsu-nai. Does your pussy yearn for me, Sabella? Shall I feed it?”
A low, painful groan of urgent desire slid free of her. Every inch of her most vulnerable flesh wept for him as a thick cream coated her innermost thighs, preparing his way. “Please…” She tried to squirm free of his hold, bucking her hips, wanting to rip the jeans off him. Her skin felt hot, ready to burst from her lust. She’d teased more than him in the shower. She was primed to explode and it wouldn’t take much to set her off. And the evil bastard knows it, she thought as he shifted with her. No matter how she lifted and twisted, she only managed to rub her thighs against his tightly muscled, ass, before he finally pressed down enough to still her movements. Now she could feel him – the firm muscles of his inner thighs, balls and the iron length of his cock, but not hard enough to bring her off. Digging her heels into the bed, she tried to push up to get the friction she needed..
“Please what, Sabella?” He nipped her ear. “Please fuck you? Or get off you? You have to tell me what you need. I’m not a mind reader.” Even as he spoke, he continued to shift with her limited upward thrusts, keeping her release just out of reach by refusing her the contact she needed.
“Ethan…Sir…please!” Her eyes stung with tears of frustration as he rode her bucking body with ease.
“Tell me. Until you give me the words, I’m going to tease your little body until you wish I’d have given you another spanking for your bold actions in the shower.” With a fluid movement, he twisted and wedged his hips between her thighs, effectively ending her rocking motions. “A good sub doesn’t try to seduce her Master. She waits for his pleasure.” His eyes narrowed as he lifted his head to gaze into hers. “But you’re not a good little submissive are you, Sabella? You push, then back off when a man gives you what you think you wanted. Then you hide behind your submissive role.”
She whimpered. “I am submissive.” A gasp escaped her as he nipped her lower lip in retaliation for her answer.
“You hide behind it, never accepting what your Dom can give you. But not this morning. This morning you will get what I have to offer.” There was a ratcheting sound as he slowly knelt up right between her legs. Her gaze flew up, surprise washing over her as she saw the metal handcuffs attached to the headboard. How on Earth had he managed to cuff her without her realizing it? “What’s your safeword?”
The break from his intense possession was a shock, but gave her an out if she wished it. But for once she didn’t want to play safe. She wanted to get close enough to get burned. “Dobby…” She whispered the word as his finger traced over her cheek.
“Good.” His expression hardened. “Now you’ll take everything I have to give.” The fire in his gaze should’ve scared her, but it didn’t. “Starting with my touch.”
She cried out as his palms cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing over her distended nipples. Always sensitive, the little nubs seemed even more so as he toyed with them. Tossing her head back, she panted as he abandoned one only to suck it deep into his mouth. Her lips were parted as she squirmed against him. He pressed the bud against the roof of his mouth, before curling his tongue around it and tugging. Tension vibrated along the nerve endings connecting her nipples to her womb as his teeth clamped down on her areola. “Oh my gosh!” She tugged helplessly against her restraints.
He grumbled against her flesh, obviously ravenous for her. Just as she thought she was going to slide over the edge, he released one nipple to capture the other. “Mine.” He nipped her gently but with just enough strength she felt the sting all the way down to her toes. It was all her desperate body needed. Like a droplet of water, the sensation picked up in speed until, by the time it reached her womb, it had doubled in strength. She panted softly as a minor orgasm shook her frame.
His palm connected with her hip. “Bad little subbie.” His voice was gritty as he slid further down the bed. “Coming without permission…for that…” He dipped his tongue into her naval before licking his way across her hipbone. “…I should tease you for hours…until you’ve screamed yourself hoarse.” He dragged his teeth down the crease of her leg, before hoisting one of them over his shoulder. His index finger traced over the lightly furred seam of her sex, pressing against the lips but not hard enough to part them. His nostrils flared as he looked up at her from his position between her raised knees. “…but I find myself in a giving mood. Ask nicely, Sabella, and I’ll eat your little pussy until you can’t breathe because you’re screaming so loud. Then I’ll fuck you into the mattress.” He ran his tongue across his lower lip as if he were already savoring her flavor, before tugging on the satiny flesh of her inner thigh with his teeth.
“Into the mattress…” She repeated the words as she pulled hard on her wrists, uncaring of the resulting pain. Images of him conquering her body played in her brain until… “...I can’t take it!”
“Yes you will, and ask for more.” He nipped further up on her thigh, while pressing a bit more firmly with his thumb against the top of her sex. “Give me the words, little one.”
Awash with pleasure, and an unappeasable need to please him, she gave in, the words pouring from her. “Please eat me, Sir.” Her head thrashed against the bedding. “Make me come for you….then… f…fuck me.” She stumbled over the last part, unfamiliar and a bit uncomfortable with cursing, but beyond caring as long as he did as he said he would.
Her wail was drowned out by Ethan’s resulting growl, as he hooked his arm under her leg and up round her hip and thigh. Using his fingers to pry her open, he exposed her to not only the air but his gaze and his touch. As well as…his tongue. Sweeping it up and down her wet folds, he held her still with his bent arm across her stomach.
Careening cries passed her swollen lips as he focused on her clit, rubbing up and down on it with the flat of his tongue before drawing back to lash at it with the pointed end of it. She climbed higher and faster as the fingers on his free hand rubbed around her entrance before two thrust inside of her. Her body welcomed his claiming with a gush of moisture. “Yes, so damned sweet.” His breath teased her, pushing her to the verge of coming but not over the edge.
So focused on her need, she was beyond herself as she babbled, pleaded and begged him to end it. It wasn’t until she felt the blunt head of his cock against her that she realized he was no longer laying between her legs. Instead he knelt between them with his jeans unzipped and the denim framing the straining length of his cock. But even as impressive as he was, her attention wasn’t there. It was on his lips. Slightly swollen from their kisses and wet with her juices, she was transfixed as he drew both of her legs over the crook of his arms, holding her open to him. His emerald gaze snapped to hers.
“Tell me, ask me…beg for my cock, Sabella.”
The dominant demand had barely hit her ears before she obeyed. “I need it…please, Sir. Give it to me. F-fuck your submissive.”
“Yes.” His head tipped back, his hips flexed, and she screamed as he slid inside of her, big, hard, hot and deep. The sting of his fingers where he held onto her knees was lost as he began to move. In and out, pushing, pressing against nerve endings until she sobbed because of the overwhelming pleasure. She needed more, wanted
more. Her pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears as he kept the pace slow, but made sure she took every inch of him. She wasn’t going to survive this claiming. She just knew it. Behind her eyelids colors flashed as she was drawn out upon the rack of his claiming.
“So damned tight and giving.” He moved just a bit harder, drawing sharper cries from her. “Look at how your chitsu-nai clings to my ondori.”
She shook her head as the lights spun faster. She was so close.
“I said look.” His demand had her eyes flying open, even as the pressure in her womb increased.
“Anata no sensei ni kansha.” She whispered her agreement, her head lifting and taking in the ruddy flesh just past her mound. Thick and wet, his cock moved in and out of her, dragging over her clit. It was one of the most erotic things she’d ever seen as her pussy lips clung to the length of him as if reluctant to release him. His chest bellowed as he struggled to keep his movements languid. She met his eyes. “It’s beautiful, Sir.”
“Yes, it is.” His grip tightened on her legs. “But I can’t hold back any longer…” He bared his teeth. “...I have to…fuck!”
“Ahhh!” She nearly passed out as the slow, long, deep thrusts turned into fast and short choppy ones. Her world spun as he fell over her, dragging her legs higher as his teeth fastened to her shoulder while he fucked her. If she’d been more coherent, she would have marveled at the pure savagery of his lovemaking. But as it was all she could is hold onto him and pray he’d carry her safely to the promise land.
“Ugnnn.” Her head thrashed as everything tightened in her lower body. Above her, he growled, sucking hard on her flesh as her entire body convulsed, when the pleasure starting at her core rocketed out to her extremities. He released her shoulder with a muttered oath before jerking out of her. She whimpered in protest but was ignored as he frantically stroked his cock, his fist a blur between his thighs. His shirt hung from his shoulders, fluttering wildly with his movements until he finally arched his back and unloaded. The first strand landed on her stomach while the next two landed directly on her mound, the hot sticky release saturating her curls. She could do nothing more than marvel at the beauty of her Sir as he came, as she lost her foolish heart to the man who was known only as the Temporary Master.