Enthralled: A Box Set

by Pamela Ann

  I know he is referring to our conversation from earlier in Laguna Beach, but I’m past caring. At this point, I will say yes to anything. “Very much.”

  “Go ahead. Take as much as you want. Ride this cock until you can’t take it anymore. I want you to have your turn to enjoy it because, once you’re done, I will take as much pleasure as I can from this tight cunt. My cock will own, burn, sting and fucking mark you. You will not be the same woman.”

  God, dirty talk, plus Drake . . . Kill me now. It’s so fucking sexy.

  He hastily lifts my hips and positions me above the head of his shaft. Calmly, I lower my body and stop when the tip hits the spot right outside my entrance. With one hand on his shoulder, I snake the other down to seek out his length. I hear him hiss when I gently stroke it. I slowly rub my wet folds over it again and again.

  “Oh, God! You feel so good,” I cry out in pleasure.

  When I can’t take it anymore, I gently press my hips down. The head of his shaft slips inside me. “Fuck, baby. Don’t tighten around my cock like that or I’m not going to last long. Ease up a bit.”

  I’ll try.

  Using slow motions, I start to acclimatize to his length and girth. He’s not even halfway in and it already feels full. “Baby! Fuck! Are you okay?”

  I bite my lip, unsure. “Yeah, it’s just . . . it’s been a year and half since I last had sex, before you. It’s taking a little longer for me to get used to it, I guess.”

  Drake smiles, surely pleased. “You have no idea how that pleases me. Do you trust me, babe?”

  I nod. “Yes,” I whisper before Drake captures my lips, barely half of his cock inside me. His thumb manically rubs my core, stimulating me more. When it is dripping with wetness, he asks me again if I trust him. I whisper yes and capture his lips again.

  His large hands caress my back. Both hands grip my ass cheeks so tightly. I moan in between kisses. He slaps my left cheek, hard. I yelp against his lips. I’m so focused on the hot stinging pain of my skin that I don’t notice him hold my hips and push them down his thick length. All the way down.

  “Drake!” I sob as the hellish raw sting of his cock wreaks havoc on my body. My nails dig through the skin of his shoulder.

  “Shhh . . . it’s over now.” Drake tries to soothe me.

  His cock is huge. Inside me, it feels monstrous. Getting back in position, I start to move gently.

  “Does it still hurt?” he asks as he starts to rub my mound.

  “A bit.” I close my eyes and focus on his cock. After a few times of sliding it in and out of me, the pleasure overpowers the burning sting. If it’s possible for him to get any bigger, it does.

  It simply adds to my pleasure.

  “Better?” he asks and I simply nod. My body starts to demand more and so I up my speed, riding him. “I’m going to get us inside, but don’t stop fucking me. Hold on, tight.”

  It’s difficult to move my hips while he gets us inside the house, but I manage. We enter the garage door that leads inside his home. The second we get inside, Drake slams me against the wall.

  “Forgive me, but I have to take you. Right now.” Drake doesn’t even give me a chance to respond because he starts fucking me against the wall so hard that I become like a rag doll, limp in his arms and thrust around. Within seconds, I’m coming apart and I scream so loud, his house echoes for a while with my high-pitched screams. “Wrap your legs around me. I’m going to fuck you harder.”

  Harder?

  Yes, harder.

  Lightning speed hard. My orgasm is weaving through me while I scream his name in vain, over and over again. Drake joins me, barking my name out before he unloads his semen inside my womb. He makes little, tense thrusts while he rides out his own orgasm.

  Breathless, Drake wipes the damp hair off my forehead, pushing it aside as his eyes seek mine. His cock twitches inside me. Something flashes in his eyes, but before I catch it, he lowers his head and kisses me softly.

  This kiss feels entirely different . . . personal, somehow.

  The longer we kiss, the more his cock starts to awaken again and pulsates to life. I’m ready to go for round two right here, but he sweeps us upstairs. When we pass his bed, I protest. “Bed, please. I want it on the bed this time.”

  He laughs and slaps my ass hard again. He slowly pulls out of me and gently places me on the floor in the bathroom. My legs are shaky, but I manage to stand and not fall on my face. Drake turns on the whirlpool tub and fills it with lavender bath oil. The water is still running when he hoists me up and carefully places me inside the large tub. Drake jumps in behind me and gathers me in his arms. I sag against his hard torso. Perfection, I think with alarming satisfaction.

  Please, don’t make me fall for him again.

  “This feels nice,” I murmur against his chest.

  “Did I hurt you? I don’t know if you noticed, but there was a little blood.” His fingers are gently touching my arm, stroking it mindlessly. I barely notice.

  “It did in the beginning, but I’m just sore now.” I feel butterflies flutter about in my stomach when Drake murmurs sweet nothings while he massages my shoulders, kissing them from time to time.

  I sigh, contently. “That feels so good. Please, don’t stop,” I purr when I feel his cock harden against my back.

  Drake’s mouth starts to make its way around the curve of my neck while one hand is on my breast, the other starts to part my folds. Damn, I want him again.

  When my hand reaches out behind me to stroke his length, he moves it away. “Relax and enjoy. I was selfish earlier. We still have a long night ahead of us.”

  Hmm, I wonder what his plans are . . .

  After Drake makes me come again in the tub, I’m beyond spent. He plucks me out of the tub, half asleep, as he wipes me down with a fluffy towel. He then whisks me off to his bed and tucks me in, naked.

  It’s the last thing I remember before sleep catches up with me.

  14

  Something wakes me up, but it feels too good, soothingly good, it puts me back to sleep. I moan when I feel a tongue circle my entrance.

  “Drake,” I utter, somewhat asleep.

  I feel him slowly come up toward me through my parted legs and claim my lips. “Didn’t mean to wake you . . . but it’s hard to resist temptation when you’re so close in my reach,” he says in between kisses. I love how his body presses against mine as he kisses me. His lips go for my neck, soft kisses almost putting me back to sleep.

  “Babe?”

  I merely grunt. What now? I’m still jet-lagged and my body is still reeling from it.

  Why isn’t he tired?

  “Is it okay if I just . . . do whatever I want with your body?” Drake asks, using his uber-hot bedroom voice.

  Like I’m going to dream of declining that offer.

  “Whatever, go ahead. I’m going back to sleep.” I barely get my response out when he demolishes my lips.

  Again.

  I happily smile when he breaks our kiss. His lips trail lower, back to where he was earlier. The way his tongue strokes and probes, it’s somehow gentle and calming . . . but fucking good. I have no idea how long he eats me out because I’m going in and out of my sleeping state, but I do wake up when the head of his cock pushes at my entrance as he slowly thrusts all the way in, hitting the very depths of me.

  “You’re so tight, you push me back out. I fucking love it. I love everything about you.” Drake obsesses about me being tight. His breathing is ragged against my neck before he rams inside my sore entrance again.

  I’m gasping for air when he hammers it into me with such force that I think I’m seeing stars. His hands lift my hips, gaining more access, deepening within me.

  I tighten at the odd sensation. “Oh my, you’re hitting the wall of my cervix.” I’m not sure if I like it or not. It just feels weird.

  “Open your legs wider. I want more of you.” He commands and I nervously follow suit.

  Drake is definitely bossy and dom
inating in bed, but who doesn’t like a man who knows that he’s The Boss? It’s such a turn on.

  “The more I fuck you like this, the easier it will become. You just need to adjust and get used to my size,” he speaks in between thrusts, against my lips. “It’s fucked up that I’m getting more aroused, knowing you’re this tight. The thought of me stretching you until you can’t take any more of my size, gets me so damn hard. You feel like a virgin, just like that night, tight as a glove around me, as it suctions my cock back into this unused hole.”

  Lord, help me.

  “I’m not going to stop you. I love . . .” I cry out when he starts to pummel me harder.

  “You love what?” he asks in between kisses.

  Fuck.

  I fucking love him.

  Still.

  After all these years, it is still there, sitting, biding its time until I free it again.

  “You drive me crazy. I can’t get enough of you,” I confess a different truth. Drake need not know the other one.

  He takes me hard and fast. I come and almost pass out. Drake is still coming. I notice that he didn’t use condoms again. It’s the third time. I really have to remember to speak to him about that.

  I’m a blink away from sleep when he kisses my chest, panting. He pushes his cock a few more times. “I hope I’m not too late.”

  Shit.

  I try to control my breathing because I somehow know that Drake thinks I’m fast asleep. His face is in between my breasts. My heart stops when I hear him again. “I love you. It’s always been you.”

  Double shit.

  That can’t be true because if he did love me all this time, he could’ve called or visited me, but he didn’t do any of those things. In fact, he simply didn’t do anything.

  No, it’s not love. He’s just high on sex hormones.

  “Wake up!” Drake nuzzles his nose on the back of my head. His arms held me all night.

  “How could you ask me to do that when you kept waking me up so many times last night that I lost count?” I grumble.

  I flinch when I feel my overused muscles down south. Shit, it still stings.

  When I feel his manhood harden against my back, I’m ready to throw in the towel. “I’m sore. You have to wait.”

  He rolls on top of me, grinning. “I did warn you.”

  Yeah, he did.

  I thought he was just joking. He puts the word insatiable to shame. Drake looks happy. I suppose those orgasms did a good job.

  “Stay the entire weekend with me. I already called in sick for both of us.” He suddenly looks unsure. “Just you and me…”

  Three more days with Drake . . . that spells disaster of epic proportion.

  Jared. Fuck, I’m supposed to meet him for dinner.

  “Okay, I could do that, but I have to do something really quick tonight. Then, I’ll just drive out here. I . . .”

  “You’ve got yourself a deal, woman.” Drake’s eyes twinkle as he looks down on me smiling.

  “What?” I ask at his grinning face.

  He shakes his head. “I just realized how awesome it is waking up with you in bed.”

  Oh.

  “That’s . . . nice,” I finally manage to respond after a few seconds of pausing.

  “What time do you have to leave?” Drake lightly inquires while his eyes rove over my slightly exposed breasts. He is clearly already distracted.

  My breasts are raw and sensitive from his fondling last night, but that doesn’t seem to stop him. I’m relieved when he just uses his tongue, flicking them with it, while his eyes look at me squarely, waiting for me to answer his question.

  Crazy man. “I’m hoping to leave around five, and then I’ll be back tonight.”

  “Good, good,” Drake whispers as he lowers himself in between my parted thighs.

  I tense. Oh, my, freaking gods! When will he stop?!

  “Drake! No! I’m sore!” I squawk, out of breath.

  The man gives me a wicked smile as he lifts both legs and places them on his back. “I’m just going to eat you out . . . nothing more, nothing less . . . Well, unless . . . you want to do other things, that is. Then, I’m up for it.”

  “But . . .” I linger as the first touch of his tongue delves in between my folds. The ministrations are soft and hot, but he executes with such precision it is mind-numbing. Goodness! Is this his specialty? Likely . . .

  “Drake! Drake!” I bellow, my hand clutching a bunch of his hair as I press my hips against his expert mouth.

  My body tightens. My vaginal muscles clench, anticipating release. I half sit-up, loving the sight of Drake in between my legs; it arouses me more than ever. He jolts me when he instantly shakes his head, making his tongue flick back and forth in my wet core.

  His eyes dare me to let go and I’m getting there . . . almost at the finish line. I hear him groan when his hands lift my hips and his fingertips grip my ass.

  Fucking. Hell. I pant, watching him as my breasts shake from the small quakes that my body is going through. “Give it to me . . . I’m almost there . . .” I beg and beg.

  His right middle finger goes underneath his tongue, gathering my wetness in circular motions. I arch my torso with my hands planted straight behind my back as I stare at the ceiling. I bite my lip when I feel that finger slide down on that small line in between my pussy and my anus. That finger teases the sensitive line. My body is set on fire when it slides lower, rubbing my backdoor entrance with determined purpose.

  “Fuck! Drake!” I protest when his mouth leaves my pussy.

  “Kiss me,” he whispers, while I blink a few times. His finger is making me feel… “Kiss. Me. Now,” Drake demands, his eyes flashing. With no patience, he pulls my neck and kisses me mercilessly. “Hang on, tight, Babe,” he tells me before he inserts two fingers inside my wet core.

  I am under his spell. Whatever this is with Drake, I am so deep in it. I have no clue how to come out alive and in one piece.

  “Hang on tight.” Drake’s eyes watch me as those fingers of his frenetically, relentlessly capture my G-spot and hold it ransom. “Come for me, Baby. That’s my girl,” he commands. It’s cruel, mind-blowing and fucking beautiful.

  Yes, beautiful. The crushing tidal wave of my screams as my cataclysmic orgasm surges forth and ripple all over my limp body. It’s so powerful that I have tears in my eyes.

  My body is still riding the aftershocks when Drake pulls me into his arms, stroking my hair, he asks, “How are you feeling? You look traumatized.” He gives a small chuckle.

  Traumatized, my ass. I am borderline mental and halfway paralyzed. “What the hell was that?” I wonder out loud.

  He kisses my forehead. “That, my dear, is what I call a sublime orgasm.”

  Sublime orgasm, seriously? “Is that what you specialize in, or something?”

  He might be right about traumatized, though . . . I am when it comes to him. Does he realize how long it took me to get over his rejection? Two whole years. I didn’t date until I was twenty. How many women has he done this to? How can a woman move on after him, after this kind of life-altering, blissful perfection? I know I’m fucked already. Good luck to me, trying to move forward. Sooner or later, I will eventually give Drake up, but it will be done with wrenching difficulty.

  “Think of the perks you can get being with me. I’m not a selfish lover. I actually love seeing your entire body blush and sweat profusely from my tongue alone.”

  Right . . . why don’t I just lose my head in the process . . . since my heart is already unsalvageable? Why don’t we just add that on top on the shit list?

  I keep my mouth shut in case I end up saying something I will regret. Funny . . . eight days . . . It took only eight days for me to realize that I’m still in love with Drake. After eight years of loathing the man, I just succumb and crumble the second he kisses me.

  Drake taught me a lot of things. How to be angry, bitter, insecure, ugliness, rejection and I can go on and on . . . I suppose, since I a
m in the shitter, the only thing I can do is be smart with what I tell him. Confessing my ever-lasting love to him is out of the question. I just have to be guarded is all.

  I try to move out of his arms, needing space, but he catches my hand, stopping me.

  Drake frowns as he watches my demeanor change. “Where are you going? It’s not five yet?”

  “Shower, do you mind?”

  Drake tries to look unoffended by my sudden aloofness, but it’s not all that hard to see. “Can I share that with you?” he asks lightly.

  “Drake . . . I need space . . . you’re all over the place. I need some space to think.”

  He nods. Without saying a word, he lets go of me. I sag in confusion before I let myself into the bathroom and take a lengthy, hot shower.

  I am in the shower for almost an hour. I guess, one can say, I am more than troubled. Since, I don’t have any clothes, any panties or dress to speak of; I hunt for a shirt in Drake’s closet.

  His walk-in closet is very masculine. Dark cherry wood with a lot of chrome on black carpet covers most of the design. I almost faint at the smell of the large expanse of room. Drake’s smell permeates the air. My eyes take in all of his clothes and knick-knacks. Different ties, watches and shoes are all displayed in shades. He wasn’t kidding when he mentioned his thing about color coordination. I walk toward a set of drawers and find a large Columbia shirt. I take it out and put it on, then gather my wet hair and bunch it together, making it into a haphazard wet bun. I stride out of his closet and pause. Across from me is another closed door.

  Curiosity wins out and I find myself opening the door and flicking the light switch on. I find myself on Shannon’s turf. It’s easy to see that she’s gathered some of her things rather quickly because she still left a lot behind. The size of the closet is the same as Drake’s, but hers is much more feminine. The woman must love purple, a lot, because the closet is full of the color. I cautiously walk in, stopping a foot away from the center table and accessory drawer. On it is a smashed picture frame of them together. They’re in a formal setting, possibly a party. Drake is kissing her as Shannon gazes at the camera, happy and obviously in love.