Command, Possess and Claim: The Collection

by Opal Carew

  He stroked her cheek. The gentle touch sent shimmers through her. She gazed at him, captivated by the intensity of his eyes. Compelling. Inviting. And reminding her far too much of Storm.

  Her heart clenched. She really couldn’t do this.

  “I’m sorry, I’m not sure we should—”

  Before she could finish the sentence, he swept her into his arms and kissed her, his lips moving on hers with firm authority.

  Being enveloped in his big, muscular arms, held tight against his solid chest, sent her heart racing. His tongue glided along the seam of her mouth and without thinking, she opened. He slipped inside, invading her with gentle strokes.

  When he finally released her lips, she stepped back, needing a little distance between them.

  “I have a theory.” He stepped toward her and she took another step back.

  “What’s that?” Her words came out breathless.

  “I think the reason you’re nervous being with me right now is the same reason you’re having trouble in your job search. Because you’re uneasy around authority figures.”

  “I don’t think that’s true.” But the words sounded uncertain even to her.

  He took another step forward, and she stepped back again.

  She hadn’t realized how tall he was, and his shoulders were so broad. She felt a little intimidated, but then he took her hand and brought it to his mouth. Tingles danced along her arm and down her back at the feel of his lips delicately caressing her palm.

  “I want to help you be comfortable with someone of authority taking charge.” He smiled. “In fact, I’d like to show you that giving up control to someone else can be both stimulating…”—his mouth shifted and at the delicate play of his lips on her inner wrist, her insides quivered—“and pleasurable.”

  When he stepped forward this time, her backward step landed her against the wall.

  “So, I’m going to take charge and you’ll do exactly as I say.”

  “I don’t think—”

  His mouth captured hers again and her heart rate leapt. When he released her lips, she gazed into his inscrutable blue eyes in a daze.

  “That’s good. I don’t want you to think. I want you to just do as I tell you.” His quiet tone was calming and persuasive.

  Oh, God, this was sexy.

  “But the choice is yours,” he continued. “I can leave now, or I can stay and we’ll let this play out.”

  She gazed up at him with wide eyes, knowing she did not want him to leave.

  At her nod, he smiled. “Good.”

  He stripped off his suit jacket and tossed it aside, then took her hand and guided it to his chest. “Now unbutton my shirt.”

  She could feel the solid muscles under the fabric. She swallowed at her deep desire to feel his naked flesh under her fingertips. Her resistance melted away and she released the buttons one by one, her throat going dry as she watched his tanned, sculpted flesh slowly revealed.

  After she released the last button, he stripped off his shirt and tossed it onto his jacket on the floor.

  He reached behind her head and unfastened the clip holding her long black hair in place. It tumbled around her shoulders and he stroked his fingers through it, then tucked it behind her ear. At the gentle touch, shivers raced along her spine.

  His fingertips slid along her neck, down the V of her neckline, and then he released her top button. Then the next. At the feel of his fingers lightly brushing her skin, heat flashed through her.

  Cool air caressed her skin as her blouse fell open. He drew it from her shoulders and it slipped down her arms. She sucked in a deep breath as she watched him gaze at her lace-clad breasts with admiration.

  Then his fingers curled around her head and he drew her forward. As his lips approached, anticipation burned through her. She breathed in his spicy male scent, mesmerized by his compelling blue eyes filled with desire.

  His mouth brushed hers and her knees went weak. His lips were coaxing at first, then demanding. He slid his tongue into her mouth and boldly explored. She sighed, stroking his tongue with hers as she melted against his hot, hard chest.

  He stroked her back, then she felt the elastic of her bra loosen. He eased back, then guided her bra straps off her shoulders. The cups clung to her breasts for an instant, then the garment fell away.

  Her cheeks heated at being half naked in front of him.

  He brushed his thumb over her nipple and it blossomed into a tight bud. Wild sensations rippled through her. He brushed the other nub and it hardened, too.

  “Take off your skirt,” he murmured.

  She reached behind her and unfastened the button, then drew down the zipper. As he watched, a glint in his eyes, she pushed her skirt down her hips, then to the floor. She picked it up and he took it from her hand and tossed it on top of his clothes.

  “Now the pantyhose.”

  She wished she’d worn stockings and a garter belt, but she’d had no idea tonight would turn into a sexual tryst. She kicked off her high-heeled pumps and stripped off her pantyhose, tossing them onto the growing heap of discarded clothing, then stood before him in only her tiny panties.

  He caressed her breast, sending electricity sparking through her. Her nipple thrust forward, pressing shamelessly into his palm.

  Then his mouth swooped down on hers and his hard body pressed her against the wall. He pinned her wrists over her head with one hand as he continued to plunder her lips. Her whole body thrummed with need. At the feel of his thick shaft pressed tight against her belly, a small moan escaped her lips.

  His gaze locked on hers. “I think you like a powerful man taking control.”

  His free hand glided down her arm, then across her stomach. The cadence of her heart beat accelerated.

  “I … um…” She did, but she wasn’t comfortable admitting it.

  His possessive fingers moved over the crotch of her panties, then dipped under the fabric. She arched against him, her wrists straining against his grip, then sucked in a breath as he stroked over her slick folds and found the wetness there.

  His deep blue eyes gleamed. “There’s my answer.”

  She longed for him to slide his fingers inside her.

  He smiled and drew his fingers from her panties. She held back a groan, wanting him to touch her there again.

  He released her wrists and she watched him sink downward. She lowered her hands from above her head.

  “No, keep them up.”

  His words, firm and authoritative, sent shivers through her. Without even thinking, she raised her hands again, keeping them above her head as if he still held them.

  He stroked a finger over the top of her lace panties. “Very pretty. Would you like me to touch you here again?”

  She shivered with need. “Yes.”

  His warm fingers were so near where she wanted them to be. He lightly dragged his fingertip along the elastic, then pulled it down slightly. Anticipation quivered through her.

  Then he stopped again and she stifled a groan of frustration.

  “Touch me again,” she pleaded.

  His smile broadened and he tucked his fingers in the elastic of her panties and drew them down. Slowly. His gaze remained locked on the front of the tiny lace garment as he eased it lower, guiding it down her hips. Her breathing seemed louder as he exposed her, bit by bit, his eyes darkening with desire. Then her panties glided down her legs and off.

  He stroked down her stomach, then over the neatly trimmed hair framing her intimate flesh.

  “Nice. I like this.”

  Pleasure washed through her at his approval. Then he leaned forward and licked her. She moaned at the intense pleasure of his tongue sweeping over her. He slid his fingers between her thighs and stroked her as his tongue found her clit. He nudged it lightly, sending intense heat winding through her. His fingers stroked along her slit, then one found its way inside, gliding along her slick passage. Then another slid inside.

  Her head dropped back against the wal
l. Yes, that’s what she wanted.

  “So beautiful.” His fingers slipped out and he drew her folds open and stared.

  She shifted, uncomfortable with his intense scrutiny, yet wanting it all the same.

  He stroked her with a single fingertip. She arched forward, wanting more.

  “Are you willing to do anything I say?”

  “Yes, yes. Anything you want. Just don’t stop.”

  His eyes darkened. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

  Breathing became difficult and her heart hammered in her chest. “I want you to thrust your fingers into me. Stroke me until I come.”

  His finger jerked into her and she sucked in a breath at the sudden, and deliriously pleasurable, sensation.

  A second finger slid inside and he stroked her. With his other hand, he parted her folds, exposing her clit, then he eased forward and licked it. Vibrant sensations shimmered through her. His tongue quivered over her sensitive nub, then he sucked lightly.

  “Oh, God, yes.”

  She slumped back against the wall, her hands still over her head, as he licked and sucked her clit. At the same time, his fingers began to move inside her, in and out. She clenched around them, riding the rising pleasure.

  His sucking turned to licking again, and the pumping of his fingers slowed. She arched forward, encouraging him to continue. He resumed sucking her button, his fingers plunging into her again, ramping up the waning pleasure, but then he slowed again.

  “Oh, please don’t stop,” she whimpered.

  He stood. “You agreed to do anything I want.” He took her hand and drew her toward the bed, then sat down and positioned her in front of him. “And right now, I want to do this.”

  He leaned forward and his lips brushed her nipple. She sucked in a deep breath as his tongue brushed over her nub, then swirled around it. Then her nipple felt cold as he moved to her other one and drew it into his mouth, warming it with his swirling tongue. When he sucked, she gasped, then threaded her fingers through his hair and held his head against her. He lapped his tongue over her, then sucked deeper.

  He drew her onto his lap, her knees on either side of his thighs, then sucked her other nipple again. Her heart thundered in her chest and she could feel her insides melting. She ached for him. She slid her hands over his naked shoulders, so broad and strong.

  She could feel the fine wool of his pants brushing her intimate folds, then he drew her closer and the bulge in his pants pressed against her.

  It was big. And growing bigger. She wanted him to take off his pants. She wanted to see his cock. To hold it.

  She wanted it to glide inside her and fill her so full she would burst into orgasm.

  Oh, man, she had it bad.

  She stroked down his chest. The skin was satiny and pulled taut over the big, well-developed muscles.

  Her fingers slid down his sculpted abs, but when she reached his pants and started to unfasten the button, he grasped her hands and drew them away.

  “I didn’t say you could do that.”

  “But I want to see you.”

  He grinned, then took her hand and placed it over the bulge, then squeezed her fingers around it.

  Oh, God, it was huge.

  “Tell me you want to see my cock.”

  She licked her suddenly dry lips. “I want to see your cock.”

  He chuckled, a deep rumbling from his chest.

  “Good. If I told you to suck it right now, would you?”

  She squeezed him again, loving the feel of the hot, hard shaft in her hand. What did it look like naked? How would it feel in her hand? In her mouth?

  She nodded.

  “Good girl.”

  He guided her to her feet and stood up, then released the buckle of his elegant leather belt. She watched as he drew down the zipper, unbuttoned his pants, and let them fall to the floor. Next, he tucked his thumbs under the waistband of his dark gray boxers and pushed those down, too. When he stood up, her gaze locked on his swollen erection. It stood up firm and proud, curving slightly toward his body. The shaft was long and covered with thick veins. It swelled to a large mushroom-shaped tip.

  She reached for it, but he captured her hand.

  “Not yet.”

  She dragged her gaze from the delightful cock to his face.

  He sat down on the bed. “Now kneel down in front of me.”

  She obeyed, staring at the big shaft in front of her, eagerly awaiting his next instruction.

  She was actually finding the whole situation incredibly arousing. And fun, too. She liked behaving differently than she normally did. Acting out a role. It was like she was someone else entirely.

  “Now wrap your hand around my cock and stroke it.”

  She reached forward and touched the big cock. The skin was smooth as silk. And hot. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked.

  The bulbous tip was now purple and she could feel the veins pulsing along the side of the shaft. She wanted to lean forward and take it in her mouth, but he hadn’t given her permission yet. She continued to stroke him, satisfaction growing at the quickened pace of his breathing.

  “Oh, yes. That’s good. Now I want you to suck me. I want you to make me come.”

  She leaned forward and licked the tip of him. The flesh was smooth under her tongue. She had to open wide to fit the big, plum-size tip into her mouth. As she swallowed him, he rewarded her with a groan.

  His fingers coiled in her hair and he drew her head forward. She loved the feel of his cock filling her mouth and gliding deeper.

  “That’s right. Take as much of me as you can.”

  He was so big that she could get only halfway down. She wanted to go deeper—to give him more pleasure—so she relaxed her throat and went a little farther. He was deeper than she’d ever taken any man.

  “Yes. That’s great.”

  She drew back and surged deep again.

  He groaned as she took him in and out, squeezing him in her mouth as she did. His fingers clutched her head and she could feel his body growing tense.

  She stroked over his hairless balls, then cupped them in her palm. She caressed and fondled them as she continued to pump him in and out of her mouth.

  His breathing was erratic. She sucked him, squeezing hard as her hand stroked his scrotum. She pumped her other hand along the exposed part of his shaft, determined to take him all the way.

  But he coiled his fingers in her hair and drew her head away from his cock. “Stop,” he said in a commanding tone.

  “But I thought you wanted me to make you come.”

  “Don’t argue. Just do as you’re told. Now sit on the end of the bed, your legs open.”

  Hesitantly gazing at his no-nonsense expression, she stood up.

  “Now.” His commanding tone sent her scurrying to the end of the bed. She sat down with her knees apart. Anticipation rippled through her.

  His intense blue gaze remained locked on her as he approached, then he knelt in front of her. His fingers stroked along her folds, then he parted them and his gaze shifted to her slick flesh.

  “Oh, yes. You’re very ready.”

  He leaned toward her, and when she felt his tongue rasp over her clit, she groaned and lay back on the bed, her eyelids drifting closed. Her fingers coiled in his wavy hair, but he glided upward, lightly kissing her stomach as he moved. Then she felt his lips wrap around her nipple. She clutched him to her chest as he suckled sweetly. Her insides fluttered with anticipation. His fingers found her slit and teased it, then slid inside. She clenched around them.

  His tongue returned to her clit, sending ripples of delight through her. He licked, then sucked lightly.

  “Oh, God, yes.”

  Pleasure washed through her as his fingers moved inside her, stroking her. She moaned and arched against him, trembling as an orgasm began to swell within her. Then he drew away and she groaned.

  She glanced up and saw him rolling a condom over his engorged cock, then seconds later h
e was back. He slid her higher on the bed and prowled over her, then his hot, hard flesh nudged her opening. She gasped as his massive cockhead slid inside. His enormous shaft moved deeper, stretching her with his tremendous girth, gliding on forever as he filled her.

  Then he stilled, his big body over hers, holding most of his weight on his arms, as they both sucked in air.

  “You’re so big. I can hardly believe you’re all the way inside me.”

  He chuckled and kissed her lightly. Then he began to move. Drawing out slowly, then gliding back in. Stroking her sensitive passage.

  Ramping up her pleasure.

  His solid flesh slid in and out, over and over again, thrilling her with each stroke. She grasped his broad, muscular shoulders, arching against him. She squeezed him and the intense pleasure of his rock-hard shaft moving inside her sent her senses reeling.

  Wild sensations tingled through her and she gasped as he drove deeper still.

  He pumped faster and her breathing accelerated.

  “Tell me you’re going to come.” His words rasped against her ear.

  She nodded, barely able to catch her breath.

  “I want to hear you say it.”

  “I’m going to…” She moaned as pleasure swelled within her. He thrust faster. “Oh, God, I’m going to come.”

  “Yes. Come for me, baby.”

  An orgasm blasted through her. “Oh … Yes … I’m coming.” She gasped, then wailed long and loud.

  He thrust deep and hard, then jerked against her and groaned.

  She clung to his shoulders as he catapulted her orgasm to a new level. She sucked in a breath, then continued to moan as she shot to heaven.

  Slowly, she returned to earth and the warmth of his body over hers. He rolled to his side, taking her with him, then wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her close.

  She rested her head against his solid chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Part of her wanted to scoot off to the bathroom and collect herself. Another part wanted to stay right here, all cozy and warm. If she left, he would probably gather up his clothes and leave. She wouldn’t even get to see him dress. He’d give her a quick good-bye kiss and be gone. Never to be seen again.