The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo [Masters of Submission 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Jan Bowles

  She shook her head in disbelief. “Ten acres of prime land in Sugar Land, that must have cost you—”

  “Fifteen million bucks.”

  She knew her mouth hung open in surprise, and he laughed. “Come on in. I’ll show you around the place.”

  Rebecca eased herself from the car. Jesus Christ, the way he looked at her with those expectant golden eyes made butterflies form in the pit of her stomach. Anticipation warred with logical thought, and she wondered what he would demand of her once the double-sized mahogany door closed behind them.

  He took hold of her hand and led her toward the house. As he unlocked the tropical hardwood door, she decided it was time to stand her ground, or at least try to. “I’m my own woman, Tyler, you know that. I don’t give up control easily.”

  He turned to her, his predatory gaze studying her intently, seeming to delve into her very soul. She had the crazy idea he knew everything about her. Maybe he did, because his answer aroused the natural submissive in her. “I know, but you’ll yield to me. It’s your destiny.”

  He seemed so fucking sure of himself, and his authoritatively spoken words only caused her pussy to moisten further with undiluted need. Although she’d worked for him for more than a month now, she barely knew Tyler Stone, the man, yet she felt he could delve into her mind and access her secrets and sexual desires at will.

  The huge door swung noiselessly open. “After you. We’ll have a drink to loosen up first, and then…” He gestured with his hand, and she willingly stepped over the threshold of his magnificent home.

  Immaculately crafted limestone floors and walls beckoned her inside. Tyler switched on a bank of lights, and the expansive interior suddenly came to life. The huge open-plan space simply took her breath away. A magnificent floating staircase with no visible means of support miraculously rose skyward to the upper level. Carved mahogany stair treads blended perfectly with chromed steel, as it wound its way like a serpent to the galleried landing high above them. The large, airy ground floor encompassed a sizeable living area, which boasted a central stone chimney of such generous proportions that it could be enjoyed from all aspects of the room. At the far end of the living area lay a sweeping expanse of glass that ran for some sixty feet. Rebecca felt sure it could be electrically powered back to gain access to the private gardens beyond. Outside, buffalo grass, mature shrubs, and trees mingled together before reaching down to a glistening lake of unimaginable beauty.

  Contemporary furniture that only a man would choose complemented the chrome and glass interior. Little else filled the huge space. It was minimalist in the extreme. Simplicity at its purest. No embellishments or tacky trinkets compromised the creative design. Everything in his house had purpose. If it wasn’t necessary, it wasn’t there. Tyler Stone lived in a man’s domain.

  Just like a cowboy surveying his spread, he turned the full three sixty and surveyed his house. “Well? What do you think?”

  She didn’t want to offend him, so she said, “It’s nice, but far too masculine for me.”

  “I’m glad to hear it.”

  “I’d say it sums up the real Tyler Stone perfectly.”

  “That was my intention when I designed it.”

  She briefly lowered her gaze. “I can see you like to control everything in your life.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but the meaning in her words was clearly not lost on him.

  He feathered a hand to her cheek, a stirring intensity in his eyes. “Let’s put that drink on hold.” Her belly spasmed with sexual need when he added, “I want to fuck you so hard, Becca. I want you to squirm beneath me and shout out my name.”

  Christ Almighty, the man certainly knew how to make her pussy wet. He’d shortened her name, too, and just the sound of it on his lips made her whole body tremble with desire. She dragged in a ragged breath, her stomach quivering with sheer excitement as she stared up into those highly aroused eyes.

  He gently traced the outline of her lips with a finger, as if savoring the shape of her mouth. His eyelids flickered shut before his burning attention consumed her once more. “Fuck, woman, you are beautiful, but the time for talking is over.”

  Without warning, he roughly pulled the T-shirt from her jeans, then yanked it over her head, before taking it from her outstretched arms and discarding it with a triumphant flourish. The sheer force of his actions made her hair fall in disarray about her face, only adding to the feeling of submitting to a powerful man. Like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a fast-approaching car, she now stood meekly before him, her arms limp at her sides.

  She knew her lips were slightly parted and her breathing out of control, and when she looked down, she saw her breasts, imprisoned within the tight confines of her black lacy bra, heaving heavily. This gorgeous man wanted her so badly she could see it in his eyes, taste it in the air as a palpable energy that seemed ready to consume her.

  “This has to go.” He pulled at the front of her bra with such violence that it gave a mighty crack as it finally snapped from the immense trauma. He held the ruined lace garment in his hand and studied it briefly before throwing it to one side. “Oh, Becca, your tits are just awesome, but of course I already knew that. I enjoyed watching you flaunt them at Club Submission.”

  “Yes, I like you to see them. I want you to adore them.”

  Tyler dropped to his knees and crushed her breasts together before burying his head between them. He then ran his tongue the length of her cleavage, sucking and biting each nipple in turn.

  She jolted from the wonderful discomfort as his teeth nipped at her prominent peaks. “Oh, yeah.” It was painful, but it was pleasurable, too. She loved the way he stared up into her eyes, assessing her reactions as he bit down even harder. Unable to resist his masculine charms, she stroked her fingers through his silky brown hair as he continued to adore her breasts.

  Rebecca felt him release her tits, and although he continued to nuzzle them like a man possessed, she became aware of his hands slowly drifting down her undulating belly before stopping briefly to unbutton and unzip her jeans.

  His amber eyes connected with hers. “I’ve been aching to do this since I first saw you at Club Submission.” He yanked the supertight denims over her thighs and legs before pulling them from her feet, along with her socks and ankle boots.

  She couldn’t help but notice his head lay level with her pussy. Dear God, what was he going to do next?

  “You have perfect feet, and your legs are silky smooth, but most of all I want this.” He dropped her panties to her knees before ripping away the feminine scrap of lace with his teeth. When she heard the erotic tearing sound, her pussy moistened further. She knew exactly what he wanted.

  Rebecca watched in awe as sheer physical male perfection pulled itself upright and stood before her. Dear God, what a beautiful man. His eyes held her captive for a full thirty seconds, neither of them speaking, then he suddenly pulled his T-shirt over his head and threw it to one side with a testosterone-fuelled grunt. His incredible physique was spellbinding, and she slumped back against the cool limestone wall for support, completely mesmerized by his overpowering presence.

  “You want this.” The look in his eyes said it all as he slowly lowered his Wranglers, allowing his huge erect cock to spring free. Maintaining eye contact, he shrugged off his boots and jeans then stood naked before her, a confident, knowing smile etched on his handsome features.

  In the subdued lighting, he looked simply magnificent. His body must have been carved from her dreams, because Tyler Stone was everything she wanted in a man. Strong shoulders gave way to sculpted abs, while the dark, masculine hair coating his powerful thighs glistened provocatively as he moved toward her with obvious intent.

  Chapter Eight

  Dear God, this guy was first in line when the good Lord created the perfect man. She couldn’t stop staring at his cock, which stood proudly at attention, so mouthwateringly thick and long. Just the knowledge that she would soon feel his amazing girth and length deep in
side her made her shake her head and whisper his name in wonderment, “Oh, Tyler.”

  As he clearly wasn’t in the mood for compromise, she didn’t resist when he pulled her into his arms and twisted a hand into her hair, angling her face to his. His kiss was crushing, forceful, and totally dominating. Their skin where it touched burned so hotly, she feared they might spontaneously combust.

  As he tugged her hair harder, forcing her head back, she instinctively arched. Her pelvis and hips pressed erotically against his, until the length of his cock throbbed, warm and comforting, against her belly. Thank God she kept her pussy perfectly smooth.

  Tyler’s magnificent biceps flexed as he placed a hand to the small of her back to steady her. He then twisted his hand even tighter into her hair, forcing her body to arch back even further. This new position meant her breasts were offered up for his delectation, and he immediately leaned down and worshipped them, basting her nipples with his tongue, licking each areola in turn before drawing the tightened bud into his mouth. The sensation was unbearably exquisite, making her legs tremble so violently beneath her that she feared they might not take her weight. Rebecca willingly allowed his dominance over her, welcomed it even, safe in the knowledge that the sex, when it happened, would be out of this world.

  Tyler’s teeth finally unclamped from her nipples, and the exquisite pleasure-pain combination subsided. His eyes were like pools of liquid fire, and he whispered huskily, “Come with me. I’m taking you upstairs.” He firmly took hold of her hand, leaving her in no doubt who was in charge, and pulled her toward the floating staircase. “Ladies first.” He playfully swatted her bare butt twice with the palm of his hand. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

  Thoroughly enjoying his no-nonsense demeanor, Rebecca raced up the stairs, all too aware that he followed so closely, she could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck. She figured he was checking out her slightly reddened ass as she led the way. Feeling like a mischievous minx, she took the opportunity to stir his blood a little more by sashaying her God-given assets right in front of him. She’d always considered her butt to be her best feature.

  “You keep swaying that peachy ass of yours and I might just have to discipline it right here and now.” The deep, sexy timbre of his voice lifted the hairs on the back of her neck, raising her anticipation of the great things to come.

  In her enthusiasm to turn him on even more, she glanced over her shoulder to make eye contact. Big mistake. Just like the slow-motion action from a Hollywood blockbuster, she lost her footing and tumbled inelegantly onto the mahogany steps. Facedown, she lay sprawled on the stairs. Through the gaps in the stair treads she saw the impressive limestone floor below.

  The sassiness she’d shown with her sexy wiggle soon evaporated, and Rebecca burst out laughing. “Damn.”

  Tyler seemed concerned and leaned down to check she hadn’t hurt herself. She felt his warm, naked body caress her bare back as he smiled at her. “You okay?”

  “Yeah, only my pride is hurt.”

  He playfully wagged a finger at her. “That’ll teach you to look where you’re going, young lady.” She started to move, but he pressed a hand firmly between her shoulder blades, stilling her movements. “It’s your own fault you find yourself in this position, so I may as well take advantage of your mistake. You’re staying exactly where you are.” He took hold of her hands and stretched them taut in front of her before curling her fingers around the polished mahogany stair tread. “Don’t you dare let go, or I’ll redden your butt some more.” She figured she’d better obey him.

  “Hmm, it seems that your misfortune means I have you exactly where I want you.” He spread her legs as wide as they would go then knelt between them before planting a soft kiss to each butt cheek. “Ah, yeah, what a beautiful fucking ass you have. So soft, round, and creamy, and so cute when I redden it with a disciplinary spank.” He slapped it again.

  “Ouch, that hurt.”

  “Hurt good, or hurt bad?”

  She attempted to turn and look at him as best she could. “Hurt good.”

  “Then I’ll kiss away the pain. I’m an ass man at heart.” She felt his lips drifting across her burning butt, and she loved the sensation. Tyler had the capacity to be both cruel and kind, and she knew he’d make an excellent Dom.

  Everything went quiet, and she waited for his next move. She figured he studied her from behind, enjoying her predicament. Rebecca let out a hiss of pleasure when she felt a finger ever so sweetly drift into her sex. “Tyler, no, not here,” she whimpered. She knew her plea was unconvincing, because she wanted his touch, she longed for it.

  “Becca.” Her name whispered from his lips. “You’re so wet. You want me inside, don’t you, deep inside you?” Although she couldn’t turn her head enough to see him, she could hear his breathing. Tyler was as sexually aroused as she was, and he slipped his finger deeper into her wetness, this time making contact with her clit, causing her to moan enthusiastically as she twisted on the stairs, grinding her pussy wantonly against the unyielding mahogany.

  “Oh, yes, Tyler.”

  “Do you know just how good you feel, Becca? Do you know just how hard my cock is right now?”

  “Yes.”

  Still kneeling between her legs, he gripped her thighs and lifted her butt from the stairs. He took a deep breath before forcing his head between her legs and repeatedly licked her from clit to butt hole in fluid, sensual strokes. This new sensation felt exquisite and so overwhelming she could barely breathe.

  “Dear God, Tyler, that feels…Oh, God…”

  The tip of his tongue contacted with her clit, circling the circumference of the engorged bead before dipping inside her pussy. He sucked at her womanly pearl, drawing the very essence of her femininity into his mouth, sending her headlong toward a pleasure-induced overload.

  Oh God, he feels so good. However much she tried to stop them, a succession of preorgasmic whimpers began to tumble from her lips. She closed her eyes, savoring every exquisite, tortured moment, as his tongue worked its magic, sending her closer and closer to ecstasy. On the very edge of orgasm, she felt compelled to shout out his name, “Tyler.”

  He abruptly stopped the sexual onslaught of her pussy by taking his head and more importantly his tongue from between her legs.

  “Damn you, Tyler Stone. You knew I was close.”

  “And you must know I’m in control.”

  Facedown on the hard, unyielding stairs, and with her breasts crushed by her own weight, her breathing felt fast and furious and echoed all around her. Tyler sure knew how to play her. Now supine and spread-eagled, she was his for the taking.

  After a short lull, she felt his large yet sensitive hands slowly begin to massage her ass cheeks. Each circular sweep of his fingers calmed her yet excited her, too, because she knew there was more to come.

  “Fact.” His rich baritone washed warmly over her. “Actions have consequences. By acting so provocatively as you climbed the stairs, you slipped, and you now find yourself in a compromised position.” He planted a soft kiss on her right butt cheek. “So, Becca, are you a good girl or a naughty girl?”

  Rebecca sighed contentedly as he feathered a series of kisses on her butt and lower back. His tongue snaked out and caressed her sensitized flesh, causing pulses of sexual electricity to shoot along every nerve ending.

  “Oh, I’m a good girl who sometimes needs a firm hand.”

  “I think you’re right.” He dotted butterfly kisses on her shoulders. “This is your reward for being a good girl.”

  “Thank you.”

  “And as a further reward, I’m going to…”

  Rebecca knew he’d deliberately cut the sentence short and waited expectantly. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him to thrust that huge cock of his deep between her pussy lips. She wanted him to take her on the stairs. Now. She raised her butt high in the air in a brazen attempt to encourage him.

  He laid his body over hers and tenderly brushed the hair from
her face before peppering tiny kisses on her neck. All the time his warm breath flowed across her sensitive flesh. “I want you.”

  “I need you to want me, and I want you, too,” she meekly replied. She breathed in, and her mouth remained open, and as she waited for the beautiful inevitability of their union, she shivered in glorious anticipation. “Please.” She couldn’t help but sound desperate for Tyler, because he was so fucking beautiful and sexy.

  “Do I need protection, Becca?”

  She shook her head. “No. I’m good.” It hurt her to even think it, but there was no way she could ever become pregnant.

  “I want you so much.” Tyler’s caring words lifted her from her melancholy, and she forced the unpleasant memories from her mind.

  She felt his cock probing the entrance to her pussy, barely dipping into her honeyed arousal, making her moan with frustration. “Please, don’t tease me,” she murmured softly.

  Tyler clamped his hands over hers, pinning them to the stair tread above her head. She adored the way his hard, warm body melded so perfectly with hers and the way their heaving flesh fitted so intimately together, all the way from their shoulders to their thighs. For some reason she loved the way the stubble on his chin roughly chafed against her cheek. He whispered once more against her ear, “Just who is the real Rebecca Miles? The one waiting so patiently to be fucked beneath me, or the demure woman I see at Cerberus Technology every day?”

  “I’m both, but the one you see here is more exciting.”

  “Ah, I see, so right now you’re the same woman I saw at Club Submission?”

  “Yes.”

  “I will now reward you for your honesty.” He marked his territory by nipping her shoulder with his teeth as he began sliding his warm prick slowly inside her, inch by glorious inch. She knew he was big, but after so long without a man, Tyler felt enormous. His penis stretched her wider and deeper than she could ever have imagined. He must have heard her sharp intake of breath, because he said, “Oh, yes, I can tell you need me deep inside you. Your tight little pussy is just aching to be filled by me. You need a man to control you. You need a man to make you feel whole. You need me.”