101 Nights Box Set: Volume One

by SE Reign

  There’s something about her beguiling features and shapely body I find unusually appealing. I want to possess everything about her, every sigh, word and look.

  The odd sense is back again, the one I don’t like. How can she possibly be of interest to me? Especially after one night?

  Crouching in front of her, I lift her chin to peer at her features, running my thumb across her plump lips while I do. She’s got a darkening bruise on her cheek, and her hair is a mess, signs of her scuffle with the press out front. Her pupils are dilating, the pulse in her neck growing faster.

  “Welcome to my world,” I tell her.

  “I hate you right now,” she mutters.

  Not sure if I like her lip or not. I’m not used to it, but it’s somewhat of a turn on, a reminder of the passion she displays in bed. I’m used to women who try too hard to please me. She doesn’t try at all.

  Do I want her to? Some part of me says yes.

  The other part just wants to fuck her into submission, knowing her fire will reappear soon after and we’ll start the cycle again.

  I rest on my knees, nuzzling her cheek with mine. My hand roams up her blouse while I trail hot kisses along her jaw. Her breathing is faster now, and she leans her head against the wall behind her, glaring up at me.

  “I want out. You’re destroying my life.” The fire flares again in her gaze.

  I love that reaction. “Shut up and fuck me, Natalie.”

  I kiss her, hard and demanding, reminding her of who exactly she’s fucking with. No one breaks deals with me. No one.

  One of her hands finds my dick and strokes me hard. I strip off her shirt, my hunger for her almost inhuman. I’m not even sure what it is about this woman that drives me crazy. There’s nothing special about her looks or body, but I spent the day thinking about her.

  I stand, bringing her with me, and press her against the wall, rubbing my swollen dick against her lower belly and kissing her jawline and down her neck. I free her breasts and roll one coral nipple between my fingers before bending my head to capture it with my mouth.

  She winds her fingers through my hair and continues rubbing me through my pants. I nibble and lick the nipple in my mouth, finally biting down hard enough to elicit a gasp from her.

  “I’ve thought about your pussy all day,” I tell her, and lift my face to hers, kissing her lightly while my fingers toy with the hard peaks of her breasts.

  “So you missed me.” Her words have a breathless quality I love.

  “I missed the merchandise.”

  She slaps me.

  I laugh. The sting only makes my overly aware body even more sensitive.

  Yanking off my shirt, I toss it and take her into my arms. Despite the slap and fury in her gaze, she doesn’t resist, instead running her cool palms over my chest, biceps and back.

  “You have a beautiful body for such a horrible man,” she whispers.

  “Did I tell you I have an affinity for four-poster beds?” I slide a hand down the front of her pants and stroke her through the thick material of the suit pants.

  She sighs and rides my hand, her kisses growing deeper with her need. I pull away to speak.

  “I’ll show you why.” Taking her hand, I move her away from the wall and unfasten her slacks, pushing them and her underwear down to her feet.

  A woman’s pussy is my favorite part of her body, and my gaze lingers on the folds of flesh separating me from the depths of her body. I straighten, turned on by the thought of what I intend to do to her.

  “You have scarves?” I ask.

  She’s dazed already and simply points to a dresser drawer.

  “Good. Now suck my dick.” I push off my pants.

  Her eyes light up with desire when she sees my cock at full mast. It’s ready for her, thick with a bead of moisture at its tip.

  Natalie sinks to her knees and takes the head into her hot, velvety mouth. It’s one of the most incredible feelings in the world, and I rest my hands on her head to keep her still as I push my dick down her throat. Her teeth scrape my staff, and I hiss at the pleasure-pain, enjoying the combination.

  I move in and out of her mouth until I feel ready to fuck her then release her head. She timidly takes over, sucking and swirling her tongue around the head.

  “Use your hand around the shaft,” I instruct her. “Squeeze hard.” She obeys. “Harder. And tease the lip between the head and shaft.”

  Now she’s getting it. The feeling is exquisite, perfect enough that I consider letting her finish me off instead of doing as I planned.

  My gaze goes to the bed, and I quickly reconsider. I’ve brought Little Blue with me, even if I usually use at least two dildos for this part.

  Taking a step back, I motion her to stand and wrap my arms around her once more, pressing our naked bodies together. Her firm breasts are soft and warm against my chest. I don’t kiss her long, intending to show her my favorite position.

  “Lie down,” I urge, pushing her towards the bed. I slap her ass as she goes, and she glares at me but lies down on the bed.

  I cross to the dresser and open the drawer she indicated, pulling out a few colorful scarves.

  “You’ll love this,” I say with a smile.

  Chapter Seven: Natalie

  I’m not sure what that means, but I’m too horny to care. If his looks make me stop in place, his touch drives me insane. I can be furious at him and melt at his feet, and I have no idea how. He clearly views me as an expendable means to an end.

  I want to hate him. I should hate him, but something about the way he looks at me makes me soak my underwear before he’s even touched me. I can’t get the night with him out of my mind, and my body aches with wanting the sexiest man I’ve ever seen touch me again.

  I lie on the bed and wait, my quivering skin so sensitive that the air conditioning makes it prickle.

  Elijah returns to the bed and kneels beside my head, his dick near my mouth again. I swear, I’ve never been with someone who had such a huge one, and I don’t know how it fits inside me. Long, thick and hard, seeing it makes the place between my legs ache badly.

  His hair is ruffled, giving him a boyish look, one that fades when I see the sharpness of his heated gaze. I think he’s capable of much more than he’s showed me so far, and sometimes, that scares me. He’s aggressive and calculating, too smart for me to relax around him outside of bed, and too assertive for me to consider resisting him in bed.

  He’s got a small smile on his face. His lean, muscular body looks as if it was chiseled out of bronze marble. There are no imperfections in it. He takes one of my wrists with long fingers and ties one arm to the bedpost. Leaning over me, he stretches to tie my other hand.

  He ties my legs next, until I lie spread eagle on the bed, completely exposed and vulnerable. I tug at the bonds and find them tight enough to prevent me from moving more than a couple of inches.

  “Elijah …” I start, uncertain I like this idea.

  “Quiet,” he whispers, and settles on top of me. “Your safe word is orange. If I do anything that hurts or scares you, or if you feel overwhelmed, use it, and I’ll stop.” He lowers his head to kiss me deeply, his hands roaming over my tied arms and then down my sides. He pulls away. “Got it?”

  I nod. The truth is that I’m curious to know what he’s going to do to me. The idea of letting him control my body, of being completely vulnerable to someone with such a dark side, thrills me, turns me on the way nothing else ever has.

  Does that make me bad? Twisted? Sick? Should I feel ashamed of wanting him to make me scream in pleasure?

  He kisses my neck, down my collarbone and then suckles on one breast. I’m expecting his bite this time, but it still makes me gasp, the pain and pleasure mixing in a way I’m not sure I like yet.

  One of his hands goes down between my legs, and he begins stroking my clit as he kisses, nibbles and bites the other breast. He continues down my body, until his mouth hovers above the swollen bud where his finger is work
ing.

  “You feel so good,” I groan, unable to lift my hips or move my body to make his touch harder, to satisfy my need.

  “I love your taste,” he says, then dips his head to flicker his tongue into my core. It’s an odd sensation, so much lighter than his fingers. It’s more of a tease, moving in and out of my pussy then up.

  I strain to lift my hips once more, needing him to suckle there. He takes his time, his fingers moving in and out of me. Finally, he flicks his tongue against my straining clit.

  I’m embarrassed by my own throaty moan.

  He chuckles. “Be patient. You’ve got a ways to go.”

  He licks and circles the clit until my body grows tight and stiff and I’m writhing, struggling to press it fully to the tongue or lips or teeth that are fueling the maddening orgasm that’s building.

  Sensing I’m there, he stops.

  “Dammit, EJ!” I almost shout. “Let me finish!”

  He says nothing. I can’t move and simply wait, silently begging him to put me out of my misery.

  He slides something cool and hard into me, and I recognize the sensation of Little Blue, the smallest of his dildos. He moves it in and out a few times, rubbing it hard against my G-spot until my body is quivering from the pleasure building so tightly inside me.

  He removes it, and I feel its tip tickle my anus a second before he slips it in.

  “Relax.”

  I don’t realize I’m clenching my anus until he speaks and force myself to relax. He works the device into me slowly then in and out. It feels … weird. I’ve never had anything in my ass, not even a finger, before him. The smallest of his dildos feels too large. It doesn’t quite hurt, but it’s not pleasant, either.

  “Perfect,” he breathes, and pushes it in all the way. He moves up my body, kissing and touching, his palms touching every part of me, branding me as his.

  My breathing is hard and unsteady, my body covered in a sheen of sweat. I try to move against him, to force him to let me go all the way into my waiting climax.

  “Not yet,” he says, smiling at me. Gazing down at me, I feel the tip of his cock tickle my core. “You’ll love this.”

  He kisses me then plunges into me, his huge dick sinking into my depths. I can taste my own flavor in his mouth, and I’m surprised to find it’s a totally turn on, combined with his own flavor. His scent is weaving into my nose and into my blood, making the fever inside me hotter.

  With the dildo in my ass and his dick in my pussy, I feel so close to shattering, I almost cry. I can’t move my arms or legs to hurry him or finish myself off.

  Elijah moves in and out of me steadily, kissing me hard enough that I can’t focus on anything else. He pulls out and shifts once more, this time climbing my body and resting his knees on either side of my head. The tip of his dick is at my lips.

  I gaze up at him. His eyes are dark with need, his perfect face and body the thing of dreams.

  “Suck me off, and I’ll let you come,” he tells me.

  My lips part, and he maneuvers his dick into my mouth, shifting up to lean his upper body against the wall. It, too, tastes like me and also a little salty. The head is huge and bulging. It fills my mouth, and I rake my teeth along the lip that runs around it.

  “God, yes,” he hisses.

  I do it again.

  “Relax your throat.” His body trembles as he tries to control his own climax. He pushes his cock down my throat, moving in and out with increasing need.

  “Teeth,” he snaps somewhat breathlessly.

  I stop trying to protect his dick from my teeth with my lips and let them scrape his penis. He fills my whole mouth, my throat, everything, his erection hard and thick.

  “Bite!” he orders.

  I obey and bite down gently on his head.

  He explodes, the warm stream of semen filling my mouth.

  Elijah groans with his release, his eyes opening to gaze down at me. He pushes into my mouth once more, shoving his cock down my throat one more time as it convulses with his climax. His seed dribbles out of my lips and down my cheeks.

  He holds himself fully in my mouth for a moment, gaze locked on mine, before withdrawing completely.

  “Swallow. All of it,” he whispers, shifting down my body to straddle my midsection once more.

  I close my mouth and swallow the warm liquid. The fire of lust is still in his gaze, hotter this time. He kisses me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and hungrily lapping up what remains of our combined essences around my mouth.

  His cock is getting hard, sandwiched between us. If anything, his release has made him even more passionate, more desirous. He kisses his way down my body once more, pausing to stroke my clit hard with his tongue.

  I arch beneath the sensations, seeing my own climax.

  “Not yet,” he says with a small laugh. “I’ll make you come harder than you ever have. Just be patient.”

  He slides his fingers into my core to stroke my G-spot hard and fast while his tongue runs in circles around my clit without touching it. The sensations are overwhelming, the denied pleasure and tension within me bringing me close to tears. I yank at my bonds hard enough to hurt my wrists, but I’m too desperate to care. My clit and nipples are aching with their tightness, my core crippling me with its ache. I thrash on the bed, unable to stand the extended stimulation.

  “Elijah! Please!” I cry at last. “Please!”

  “It’s as easy as one” he flips on the vibrator in my ass “two” he plunges his hard dick into my pussy “three.” He kisses me.

  I can’t respond, frozen in the place before an orgasm. The vibration and his hard, fast plunges are doing exactly as he said – taking me into a place of exquisite pleasure, inching me closer to a release while throwing every part of my body into overdrive. I can’t breathe, can’t move, can’t even kiss him. I’m frozen with a climax building that causes my already tense body to hurt with the need to shatter.

  “Tell me you don’t want out,” he orders, lowering his head to rest beside mine. His body presses me into the bed, making it impossible to arch the way I want to.

  “Please, Elijah.” It’s all I can manage.

  I can’t stand it … I’m floating, falling … I don’t even know ….

  “Say it and it’s over.”

  “I… I don’t want out.”

  His thrusts grow slower, deeper, and he reaches between our bodies to turn up the vibrator.

  In all my time with my boyfriend, I’d never felt anything near this. I’m being swept away in a flood I can’t control, unable to control what happens to my body, unable to think …

  “Oh, god!” I give a strangled cry, straining against him.

  He bites me, and my world erupts into pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. The waves wash over me and threaten to carry me away. In the distance, I hear myself screaming his name. The vibrating in my ass drives me higher and higher while he thrusts short and quick, pushing me into the waves I can’t control.

  I’m drowning … lost … My body is bucking and shaking uncontrollably, and my world grows darker around the edges.

  Elijah’s second climax comes with a shout. I slide into the place between awake and asleep, my lower body raw and my mind tumbling … I stay there, content in the place between places, waiting for the sensations to subside.

  “Natalie.” Elijah’s voice pulls me into our world again. It smells like us – the combination of our skin, essences and of fucking. I breathe it in, loving the way we smell together.

  He brushes hair from my face, and I open my eyes. My skin feels clammy from sweating out my desire, my body like a cooked noodle. I’m not sure it’ll respond any time soon, but the depth of this kind of relaxation and peace isn’t something you can buy at a spa. I can hardly feel anything.

  My focus returns, and I realize I’m gazing up into his dark eyes. His features are relaxed, his bronze skin, chiseled face and dark eyes a beautiful combination.

  “Hey,” he says wi
th a wicked smile. His husky voice makes me shiver. For a moment, I can’t believe I’m spending the next three months with a man this good looking in my bed.

  “Hey,” I reply.

  “You see why I like the bed.”

  “I don’t think I can move,” I whisper with a tired smile.

  “I took off the bonds when you passed out,” he says. “You should’ve used the safe word.”

  “It felt too good,” I admitted.

  His smile grows larger, warmer. “Yeah. For me, too.”

  We gaze at each other. I don’t think he’s capable of feeling what I do: embarrassment and guilt at completely putting myself out there in front of a stranger. He has no such capacity for these kinds of feelings.

  Or regret. Because I’m starting to think that – at the end of this – that’s what I’ll truly feel the most. After two romps in bed with him, I’ll never look at him on the television the same way. I’ll never be able to settle for a man who doesn’t know what he’s doing in bed. I’ll crave one who can make me come so hard, I pass out.

  It’s worth it. He’s worth the three months, even if it ruins my ability to have any other relationship.

  Or get a job. Or save face with my family and friends. There are too many things I’ll regret at the end of this.

  A man like this doesn’t understand remorse, either, and I stare into his gorgeous eyes. He untied me, but his hard dick is inside me again, waiting for me to recover enough to want to fuck him one more time.

  I burn for him. I ache for him. I need to feel him inside me, right where he is. I can’t get enough of the scent or feel of his skin, and his penetrating gaze makes my blood go wild.

  That, too, I’ll regret one day, when I have to walk away and find myself wondering what life might’ve been like if I could’ve stayed.

  “I can get used to fucking you,” I say with some reluctance.

  “Good. You’ve got three months to wear me out,” he says and starts to move inside me once more. “If you can. I’m somewhat insatiable. One more quickie, and we’ll slip out the back. My team will be waiting for us.”