by Susan Arden
His jaw scraped across her skin, unleashing a spark of pleasure that spread along her body, making her nipples spring into hard peaks. A muscle pulsed at his jaw as he kissed the seam of her pussy, spearing his hot tongue between her lips.
“You’re going to make me lose my mind,” she whispered.
“Just wait, baby,” he retorted. With his torso cradled between her legs, he swiped his tongue over her clit, taking her toward the land of wicked, wild and crazy. “I could eat you all night; you taste as sweet as you look.”
He pressed his large hands over her abdomen, using his thumbs to spread her folds open to him. She writhed under him with each hard suck he imparted to her clit. She bit her lip to keep from screaming as a shiver shook her body. She fought the urge to tunnel her fingers through his hair. Digging her fingers into the leather of the armrest, she flexed her hips, trying to get closer to his talented tongue between her legs.
“Ohhh! Please,” she breathed out. The suction from his mouth was mind-bending. Tantalized, she rocked against his face, moaning loudly when he drove his tongue into her, commanding her with his mouth. He sucked, flicked, and nipped her, seeming to know exactly what she needed. A tingling knot began to grow stronger deep within her belly as liquid fire swirled in her veins.
“Love the way feel against my tongue,” he rasped and lifted his head, then roughly pushed two fingers into her and she cried out his name. “That’s what I want to hear.”
Brandon began pumping his hand between her legs and she rolled her hips, mesmerized and rocked to the core, growing more and more turned-on each time he sunk his fingers deep within her. He penetrated her with a twist to his piston-perfect fingers, hard and commanding, and she felt herself start to tremble.
“That’s it, Mia,” Brandon grunted his approval, pumping faster and deeper until her hips rebounded off the sofa. “Come for me.”
Her orgasm unleased, and she thrashed against hand. God, she’d never encountered a man who knew what to do with his mouth and fingers. Not like this. He drove his fingers into her, curling and pumping, and dragging his mouth across the skin on her knees and calves, and she gasped his name. Not once, but again and again as the blood pounded in her temples and pleasure bloomed, then burst apart between her legs. She came fast and hard and desperately held on to the armrest with her aching fingers and her heavy arms. Oh, sweet Lord, he didn’t stop or slow down and she felt her bones beginning to melt. She pressed her face against her arm as he stroked his fingers through her dampness, separating her lips, and thrusting three fingers into her.
“We’re not done. Come for me again, baby.” He plunged three fingers into her, stretching her to her limit, and at the same time, he pressed his thumb down on her clit. His head dipped and she felt him suck on the skin between her thighs, close to her pussy. His hot breath swam over her slickness. He kept thrusting without mercy until her nipples tightened into painful peaks as the bands of muscle in her legs contracted, making her toes curl.
“Brandon. Sir!” she yelled, not believing that he could make her come again so fast. This time her orgasm ripped through her with a mind-bending euphoria that dissolved her defenses. The world fell away and she closed her eyes, riding the wave of pleasure, clenching around his magical fingers.
“Mia, I want your attention. That’s how this has to go.” His husky voice reached inside her and she opened her eyes, meeting his commanding gaze.
“You have it, Sir.” She longed to stroke her hand down the side of his face.
“Mia, you’re irresistible. More than I imagined.” He rearranged her hips down on the sofa. His lifted to his feet, his hard-on hugging his belly and she inhaled, her breasts swelling and her chest tightening.
He parted her legs and moved in between her thighs. Brandon wrapped his hand around his cock, sliding his crown into where she was hot, swollen, and still needy. Her whole body clenched. Electrical mini-explosions detonated in anticipation as he gripped her thighs, driving himself farther, but not all the way. He hauled her hips up him, and his body tightened for a second before he flexed his own hips, using a rocking motion to draw back and hover. Then without warning, he drove his cock deep inside her, demolishing her breath with dizzying pleasure. His broad shoulders bunched as though he were holding back for her sake.
“Need to hear the words,” he groaned. “Tell me what you want.”
Dear. Lord. She was hardly capable of thought and he commanded her to speak. She licked her lips, and reached out to him. “Please. Fuck. Me.”
“Mia, drop those hands or I’ll stop this and spank your ass if that’s what you need.” He held her gaze and nodded when she complied, then unleashed a power-thrusting of his body as he hauled her hips up on to him. “God! You feel so good.”
She whimpered from Brandon’s cock stretching her and the sensation of being filled from the inside out by him. Moaning, she let go a rasp of need and hunger, and he ran his hands over her ass, cupping her and drawing her closer against him.
“Yes. More!” She arched against him, rolling her hips, and couldn’t believe she actually tried to get more of him inside her. Closer. Closer. Closer, her body pleaded. The intense feeling of him both inside and above her shattered into separate parts: pain, pleasure, ache, hunger, and an impossible desire for more. Only one thing would bind the pieces together—Brandon’s ability to dominate her. “Please,” she begged.
“Baby, I’m going to take you over the edge. Tell me if I’m too rough.”
“Okay.” She pushed down on his cock, slippery between her legs and for a second his eyes flared open.
“Sweet Jesus,” he groaned. Again she clenched around him, flexing her hips, and it seemed to unleash something wild in him. “You asked for it.”
His hands released her hips and he bent closer over her body. The weight of him on top kept her from thrashing. She didn’t understand why he warned her until he slammed his body between her legs, sliding his cock deep then he slammed deeper still. He hauled his hips back one more time, slamming deepest of all. Once he’d found how far he could go, he returned, over and over, driving himself into her. One of his hands fisted her hair while the other held onto her upper thigh. A grip so tight she was certain he’d leave bruises, and she didn’t care. She wanted to have something to remember this moment.
With his mouth, tongue and teeth, he took possession of her. He sucked the skin along her neck and then moved to her lips. Biting, sucking, and licking until she called out his name. He taught her without words to do as he commanded. She learned how to kiss him back, how to move under him, squeezing his cock with her pussy, and swaying her hips. They spoke a private language with their gazes, breaths, and bodies. He entered her faster, and then pulled out to hover at her opening, his shaft wet and glistening from her juices, the veins swollen along his length.
“This is what you do to me.” Then he drove himself back into her, hurling his hips against her thighs.
The sight of his straining erection unleased a craving to taste his cock, suck him into her mouth. “Again,” she demanded, all thoughts coming unhinged except for one. “Fuck me hard.”
“You’re amazing,” he growled. “I think I could get lost with you for a week and still want more.” His thrusts punctuated each word.
In response, she curled her fingers into fists, pressing her nails into her skin, battling the urge to run her hands over the hard dips and contours stretching his shirt, wishing she could feel his skin. “That’s. It!”
Brandon arched upward, the movement catching her off guard, and she bit down on her lip. His deep pumping thrusts unraveled her with each slide against her clit. And he did it again, masterfully. The bliss that began as a whisper now howled like a hurricane, shaking her muscles. Tremors spread across her body, a rush of heat, and a body slam that had her falling. She and Brandon were still clothed, but it felt as though she’d never been more naked.
In that moment, in that room, on that sofa, Brandon owned her. At the edge, she l
et go and let him take her completely.
Oh God, her body wasn’t her own—it was too late to recant—and she splintered apart. They spoke with grunts, pants, and sighs between the slapping of skin against skin until there was no need for anything more as total sensation took over, drowning her volition. Her orgasm exploded, crashing and cascading and then sweeping her into another realm. He pulled her to him and she couldn’t control the way her hips slammed back against his, savagely wanting all of him.
“Spread your legs wider. That’s it.” Brandon reached for the armrest, his finger grazing over her wrists and instinctively she reached out to him. “Keep your hands right where they are.”
He took hold of the sofa, rocking his hips into her; the tempo hard, fast, unrelenting and he moved so violently something splintered above her head. The sofa was coming apart under them, and he didn’t stop and she didn’t care. He lifted up, slightly on his knees and kept fucking her. Hard. Hard. Hard.
“Mia…” His voice was hoarse and low, his body strained like a wire tightly wound, and then a spasm rippled through him, vibrating over her belly. He thrust inside her, and still he shuddered again.
He slowed, lowering his body, his cock pulsing inside her, and pressed his face against her neck. “Darlin’. That was…you’re incredible.”
“Brandon,” she whispered, exhausted and smiling under his fingers feathering across her cheeks. He lifted his face, shifted an inch or two, and kissed her.
His words rang out inside her mind, “Baby, we’re about to break some rules in here tonight.” He never said anything about walls.
Chapter Nine
Brandon drove his cock deeper inside Mia’s heat, giving into the urge to remain buried within this woman. That’s not what he’d planned. Sure—wished, dreamed, fantasized, but not planned. Right now, he better come up with some sort of actual plan or they’d be on this sofa all night. Mia was so tight, his balls ached to fuck her all over again. But that’s not what she was here for.
“How’d I do, Sir?”
“You were amazing. Damn, more than that.” He glanced at the cuffs on her wrists and pressed his mouth to her lips for a solitary kiss. He wanted to keep her here with him and toyed with the idea of taking her to his bedroom. He traced her mouth with his thumb. “Baby, I guess I have to take you back, don’t I?”
“I suppose,” she asked, her eyes softly lit. “Now, may I touch you?”
“As much as you’d like. By nature, I don’t have a boundaries issue.” Truthfully, she was the first woman he desired to have run her hands freely over him. And yet, he refrained from removing the cuffs if it meant she’d be free to leave. Why did she provoke this response in him?
“What about these?” she lifted her wrists.
“Not just yet,” he said, staring down her.
“I see,” she whispered.
She touched his hair by lifting her arms Her hips flexed and she clenched around cock. Pulsations drove him to the brink of lifting her up and off the sofa and onto the floor. To take her from behind with her ability to squeeze the thoughts out of his head…the idea had him hard again and he rocked his hips once to feel her pussy pull on his dick.
“Whatever you’re thinking, it must be pretty damn hot. Tell me,” she whispered.
“Shit,” he groaned. “I want you in so many ways. This isn’t how a Dom normally responds to a sub. It’s a bad example for your research.”
“Damn shame,” she moaned, raking her nails down his back.
Mia pressed her mouth to his neck, sliding her warm lips up his skin then biting down. His skin shrank and muscles contracted under an electrical burst jacking up his spine. The pain came on the cusp of an orgasm that he still hadn’t touched down from.
“You’re one hell of a spitfire.” Inside the hot recesses of her pussy, his hard-on throbbed for relief. He could pull out, or fuck her again. As if that was even a choice. He pumped his hips in half-strokes, searching for the spot that made her whimper.
“Liar, liar pants on fire.” Mia clenched so hard around him he saw stars. “That’s not what you were thinking.”
“You want details?”
“Since you’re rock-hard and about to fuck me again…yes. Absolutely.” She arched a brow. “That’s what I’m about, and you said I could ask questions.”
He inhaled. “I’d like to take you from behind.”
“You mean you standing behind me?” Her voice rose with a note of excitement.
“Yes or on the floor and kneeling. Draped over the sofa. That would work. Come to think of it, the table is definitely a possibility. It’s how I almost fucked you in the hall when you had me crazy out of my mind.”
“Is that how you like to have your subs? From behind?” She glanced down.
God, he sure as shit wanted her that way, but she was asking more. He stopped moving and lifted her chin. “I’m only thinking of you. And it’s because of your ass. It’s perfect. And I want to control you while I drive my cock inside your hot pussy. But that’s only one position of many we’re going to try. It was a spur of the moment image and with you…I have had a few.”
She was running her hands over his back and suddenly stopped “You think of me? When we’re apart?” She held his gaze, waiting for his response.
“That’s a no brainer. Yes.” He cocked at eyebrow. “Haven’t you thought about me fucking you?”
“I…” she stalled. A rush of color suffused her cheeks as she broke eye contact and looked down.
“Yes?” He picked up her hands and kissed her palms, then ran his tongue to the tip of one of her fingers and bit down lightly. He kept track of her eyes and where she focused. Looking down, not great if he wanted to hear the truth. Slowly he sucked her finger into his mouth and imagined how it would be to suck on her clit again as she came against his mouth. His cock jerked. She squeezed her muscles around his shaft and both of them remained silent. Her eyes lifted toward the ceiling. Now, we’re getting somewhere, he thought.
“I used my vibrator and thought of you,” she whispered. “You’re a force I can’t seem to escape.”
He pumped so his cock skimmed farther inside her. “Then we share the same reaction to each other. Good thing we’re going to explore it together.”
She shivered. “Together?” she repeated, digging her fingers into his skin.
“I’d hate to get you hot and bothered and send you into the arms of another man.” He held still, wanting to hear what she’d say to that.
“That’s funny. You’re a Dom. Aren’t you supposed to fuck the women who come looking for domination and send them on their way?”
“I’m not a service provider, if that’s your question. There are plenty of studs here. They’re located down on the other hall. But that’s not a place to go and stand around, unless you’re there to take part.”
She plucked a button on his shirt. “So with this collar, I’m yours. The expectation is that I’ll only fuck you?”
That’s exactly what he craved. Only him between her thighs. Shit, he’d be gone soon, but he considered making the drive back during the week. He twirled a strand of her midnight hair around his finger. “Yep. All mine until you say stop.”
“And you? You’re not wearing a collar. You have this private room. Can you invite anyone here?”
“I’m not going to. To be honest, I haven’t used this room in months. Do you want me to? Is that something you’re into for this project?” He uncurled her inky strand, then reached around her thigh and lifted her leg, giving him better access. Slowly, he flexed his hips back, drawing his length from her and relishing the way her lashes fluttered.
“I don’t understand why you don’t use this room.” The muscles along her neck contracted. “What happened?” she whispered, writhing under him.
Without warning, his body tensed. His crown was at her entrance. She had to feel that he’d stalled. “I was in a relationship with a woman who worked here. I thought it was what I wanted. Turns out it wasn�
��t anything but an illusion. I lost interest in the lifestyle and stepped away from this hall…this room.”
“And now?”
“Now…” He slammed his hips, driving his cock deep inside her. “I’m ready to get back in the saddle.” For a second, they gazed at one another. God, he wanted to fuck her until she came undone under him again. Feel her beating heart chest to chest, the pulse in her neck against his mouth as he sucked on her skin. Skin…they still had their clothes on and he hungered to have his skin rubbing against her. “Mia, I want all of you. I think you feel the same way about me.”
One side of her mouth quirked upwards. “Going back to the question. Other women? Do you do… men?”
“I’m not thinking about other women right now.” He laughed, gripping her by the hips and thrust his cock into her pussy, moving at a languid pace, proving he was in control. “I’m not into men. I don’t do threesomes. I don’t share. To me you’re going to be sacred. My one and only submissive. Feel better?”
“The only one.” She snorted. “That’s a contradiction, considering where we are. People in rooms, in the hall, and you’re not Mother Theresa. Just how is that supposed to work, Mr. Sex Club Owner?”
He arched a brow. “I can see we’ve got some work cut out for us where you’re concerned.” Brandon traced her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “Your mouth needs to be fucked.”
“We signed an agreement. I can ask my questions. Unless you think we should do this over coffee, fully dressed.” Mia squeezed his cock, securing his full attention.
“Tone, darlin’. Step lightly,” he warned, fully enjoying the rush of color spreading over her cheeks as his hellcat riled under him. His eyes swept over her cuffed wrists as he ground his hips between her legs.
“I’m here for answers,” she flung back, swiveling her hips.