Dominated

by Becca Jameson

  He was so deep inside her, but it wasn’t quite enough for her. She squirmed against him, desperate for more contact.

  Gabe pulled out and flipped her onto her back so fast, she gasped, wide eyed. He tugged the sheet from the end of the bed and pulled her arms over her head. Before she had a chance to argue, he’d tied her wrists to the headboard and wiggled his way down her body.

  She moaned, her mouth opening and closing but no words coming out.

  He loved to make her speechless. Meant he was doing his job correctly.

  Settling between her spread legs, he sucked a nipple into his mouth while he pinched the other one hard enough for her to buck her chest upward. “Gabe,” she moaned. “I’m. . ."

  “I know, baby. Let it go. Let me make you feel good. Stop trying to hold back.”

  “You make my head spin. I can’t think.”

  “Don’t think. Feel. I’m going to make you come now. Over and over.” This was the reason he was a Dom. He truly wanted his women to enjoy the event and lots of women needed this show of force in order to let themselves go. His mate was no exception. She held back on him and didn’t let her mind release enough to fall over the edge.

  The simple act of tying her hands above her head made her vulnerable to his touch. It gave her the permission she needed to come for him.

  He sucked her nipple in harder until she panted and wiggled to get away.

  With her legs spread wide, she couldn’t escape the pressure he had against her pussy.

  His own cock ached, demanding release after being stifled by this new position. But he wouldn’t appease the fellow until Kathleen came. It wasn’t his style.

  He reached between their bodies and stroked her clit with his thumb.

  She moaned. “Gabe, please.”

  “What, baby. Tell me what you want, Kathleen.”

  “I need you inside me.”

  “And you shall have me, just after you orgasm. Come for me, Kathleen.”

  He watched her grit her teeth, trying so hard to maintain control. He knew she really did crave his cock inside her pussy, but if he did that now, she might not come before he did. And that wasn’t acceptable.

  He stroked between her lower lips, drawing out more of her moisture.

  She fought the need to come. He glanced up at her face and watched the war battling in her expression.

  “Come, Kathleen,” he demanded. “Do it and I’ll give you what you want.”

  Her mouth opened and she tipped her head back, a sign that told him she was close.

  Finally, he plunged two fingers into her core again and stroked them over her G-spot.

  She dug her heels into the mattress to gain some purchase.

  He pressed her thighs down tighter and dislodged her. “Stop fighting it, Kathleen. You won’t win. I want to watch you come apart.”

  In a spit second, without warning, he slipped down her body, held her thighs firmly with his free hand and his shoulder, and sucked her clit into his mouth.

  She bucked, gasping and mumbling incoherently.

  He sucked harder and flicked the swollen nub with his tongue.

  She stiffened almost instantly and let go. Her body convulsed as he sucked, her pussy gripping his fingers in a stronghold. He smiled against her shaved skin, so glad she had finally let him have it. Her orgasms were his, and he would ensure she never went very long without having one.

  Before she finished pulsing, he climbed back up her body and pressed his cock into her tight channel. She felt like heaven. His vision blurred as he rode her, each pass drawing his balls up tighter. He’d been so wound up he knew he couldn’t last long. And he’d been right. It didn’t take much for him to come, his cock pressed in to the hilt, his orgasm squirting against her cervix.

  It took several moments for him to regain his senses. When he did, he collapsed to the side of her and drew her into his embrace. Her arms were still tangled in the sheet she was tied to over her head, but he didn’t care. He intended to tie her hands over her head often, loving the way her breasts rose and her chest pinkened under the domination.

  He rained kisses over her lips, her cheeks, her neck. “You’re mine.”

  “Yes. I believe I am.”

  “We’re going to be okay, you know that, don’t you?”

  “Yes.” She tugged her arms and he finally reached above her to release them.

  As she wiggled free, she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back. “Is it always going to be that intense?”

  “Probably not, but I’ll do my best to ensure it is as often as possible. I want you to keep me around.” He swatted her ass playfully as he teased her.

  “What are we going to do now?” she asked, her voice fading as she grew tired.

  “Sleep.”

  “I mean after that.”

  “Anything we want, baby. I have two weeks off work. The sky’s the limit. As long as we’re together, I don’t care where we go. I just want to fuck you senseless as many times as possible until neither of us can walk before I have to go back to work and leave you during the day.”

  He felt her smile as she grinned against his chest. “Anything?”

  Oh, she was going to test him every step of the way. And he was going to love it.

  About the Author

  Becca Jameson lives in Atlanta, Georgia. When she isn’t writing, she can be found reading, editing, scrapbooking, running, swimming, biking, or taxiing kids. After enjoying several years on the editing side of the business, she decided to give writing a try. Now she can’t stop! And the voices in her head are clamoring to get out faster than she can get them onto “paper”. Becca writes both contemporary romance and paranormal, but there is no telling what she may come up with next.

  http://www.beccajameson.com

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  Coming January 2014

  Chapter One

  Samantha Albertson reached across the desk and grabbed her cell phone with an exasperated sigh. The persistent ring tone assigned to her brother jarred her from her work. She was neck deep in paperwork, trying to find a loophole somewhere in this case she had spread out all over her office.

  “Gabe.” She knew her voice sounded clipped, but she couldn’t spare him more than a minute. As a defense attorney, she was busy even when she slept, especially when she picked up a case as a public defender.

  “Hi, Sam. What? That’s all I get. Just, Gabe?” He chuckled, his low voice vibrating through the connection and making her smile.

  She leaned back in her seat and tipped her head toward the ceiling. The tendrils of hair that had escaped her makeshift bun fell back from her face, clearing her vision.

  “You work too hard,” he stated.

  “Sorry. I’m in the middle of a case, and. . . Yeah, you know the drill. You should talk.” Hell, Gabe was hardly better than her. The man hadn’t come up for air in ten years ever since he’d left home for college and then medical school and residency.

  “Not so much anymore, no. And I gotta tell ya, living life to its fullest has its benefits.” He chuckled again.

  Samantha shivered. “Spare me the details, would ya?” Gabe had been to the biennial wolf gathering last month and met his mate. No doubt the man had been . . . occupied, ever since. Lucky bastard.

  “Just sayin’. . .”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah. What’s up?” She really didn’t have time to dawdle. She leaned forward and glanced at her desk, tapping her pencil on the small sliver of wood visible between haphazard stacks of paper.

  She really needed to clean up a bit before she totally lost everything in this office.
/>   “I have a friend—”

  “Oh, God, no,” she moaned. “I never like a sentence that starts with ‘I have a friend.’ It always implies free work for me. And I’m already deep into a pro bono case as it is.”

  “Not this time.” Gabe paused. His voice had sounded significantly more serious. “His name is Joshua Rice. I went to med school with him and now he lives in St. Louis. He works at Children’s Hospital.”

  Hmm, a doctor? Not likely he needed free legal advice. But. . . “Gabe, I know very little about medical malpractice.”

  “It’s not about him. It’s his sister.” The grave voice turned even more serious.

  “What?”

  “He’s concerned about her. She’s been essentially missing for a few years and he’s worried she’s being coerced by her husband.”

  “Abused?”

  “Maybe. He’s not sure. But the signs are there. Isolation. Disappearing for long periods of time. Little to no contact with her family. He has a private investigator looking for her, but he wants to get a lawyer now before he finds her, just in case.”

  In case what? She shivered. Any number of possibilities came to mind. “How long has it been since he’s heard from her this time?”

  “Over a year.”

  She sighed. Not the kind of story she liked to hear. It rarely turned out well. If this sister was a willing participant in her abuse, there was usually little anyone could do to extricate her from the situation. And then there was worse-case scenario, she was dead. That’s when a lawyer really did come in rather handy.

  “Give him my info. I’m swamped this week, but send him by. I’ll see what I can piece together to get started.”

  “Thanks, Sam.” Gabriel mumbled something she couldn’t hear and then giggled. Giggled?

  “Gabe?”

  “Sorry. Kathy’s . . . she’s. . .” His voice was breathy.

  “TMI.” Samantha smiled. Thank God one of them had found a mate. She truly was jealous of him, even though she didn’t have time for such a thing herself. “When am I going to meet this mate of yours?”

  “Well, if you hadn’t been so damn busy, you’d’ve met her at the gathering. Maybe. . .”

  “Sure, ’cause you would have taken precious time out of your wooing schedule to make pleasant introductions and sit down for tea,” she teased. Matings didn’t work that way. Samantha wasn’t ignorant. Normally when two shifters met, all bets were off for anything they’d had planned individually for weeks.

  Samantha knew Gabriel and Kathleen had had a rockier start than that, but still.

  Gabe laughed, a deep sound that reminded her of childhood. When had he laughed like that since they’d become adults? Kathleen was good for him. He sounded more relaxed. He deserved some fun.

  “True. And I’m not really willing to share yet. Soon. I promise.” He whispered again, the muffled sound of his hand over the phone telling her it was time to hang up.

  “Okay, I’ve gotta go. I’ll be watching for your friend.” She hung up before he could even respond.

  Crazy newly mated couples. Why on earth were they always so involved with each other that the rest of the planet ceased to exist? She’d seen lots of claimings over the years when she’d been a child. The Wolf Gathering occurred every other spring at her parent’s home in Oklahoma. It wasn’t as though she could avoid the festivities.

  But really? Was the mating process as disgustingly vomit-inducing as it appeared? Somehow she’d always known she wasn’t the kind of person who would fall for all that craziness. She was a strong woman. Lived on her own. Worked hard. Dated little. Chances of her ever running into a perfect match were slim. What man wanted to fall for a woman like her? Especially shifters. They tended to fall for demure sweet quiet girls.

  She did not fit that bill. There wasn’t a demure bone in her body and she wouldn’t bow down to any man’s wishes, human or shifter. Fate had a way of pairing wolves up and She surely recognized the vain attempts to select a partner for Samantha years ago.

  A Flight of Thieves by David Bridger

  Coming October 2013

  Chapter One

  Victoria smiled at the tall robot footman striding toward her along the upper eastern gallery.

  “Good morning, Princess.” He inclined his head as he swept by. “Doctor Q requested anyone who sees you to relay the message that your sled is repaired.” He turned the corner into the north wing.

  “Thank you,” she called after him.

  That was quick. She’d hauled her sled to the palace workshop yesterday evening and found the doctor stripping down a steam engine pump. He always made time for her, but twelve hours to replace the fractured runner was better than she’d dared to hope.

  Sunlight pierced the clouds above Ben Nevis Island, bounced back off the new white blanket of overnight snow, and lit up the polished parquet floor of the gallery. She squinted into the dazzling brilliance, and her heart thrilled at the thought of all the clean slopes waiting for her out there, until the dark bulk of the Royal Airship Elizabeth emerged from the cloud base and blotted out the sunbeam as it sank towards the island.

  She scowled up at it. Ordinarily, the arrival of an airship would likely herald someone bearing gifts and stories of adventure in far-off lands. But today’s was no ordinary visit.

  Today, her sister Anne would fly across the sea to Ireland on her first solo royal duty, while Victoria would stay behind and seethe with frustration as the magnificent vessel shrank to a tiny dot before it disappeared into the distant sky.

  A familiar, slow step-slap-step-slap footfall sounded from around the corner.

  Sir Bisque Falls, Master of the Household, Creepy Biscuit to the princesses for as long as they could remember, and the most unpleasant human being either of them had ever met.

  She was in no mood to be polite to the miserable old man today, so she opened the nearest secret panel and slipped into a passage behind the wall. Twin pinpoints of light pierced the dusty darkness from the next panel along, where someone had bored tiny holes through the pupils of a portrait’s eyes to allow a view of the gallery outside.

  Victoria and Anne had started exploring when they were very young and had discovered spy portraits like this one in dozens of passages throughout the building. Somewhere back in the long forgotten history of the palace, someone must have been very paranoid.

  Creepy’s footsteps approached her hiding place.

  She waited for them to pass by, but instead they came to a sudden halt and she tensed. Had he seen her?

  “Sir Bisque.”

  She relaxed. It was only Nanny B calling to him.

  “What do you want?” Creepy’s nasal tone was always at its most unpleasant when he spoke to a robot.

  Nanny B’s steady footsteps approached and stopped. “Has there been a decision about which of the princesses will fly on the Elizabeth today?”

  What? Did Nanny know something she didn’t? Victoria felt her way along to the eyeholes and watched for Creepy’s response.

  “Not that it has anything to do with you, but Prince Peter made his decision weeks ago and nothing has changed since then. Go about your business.”

  Victoria’s shoulders drooped. Everyone knew how desperately she wanted to see the world, while Anne was quite happy to stay at home. But Father stood firm on the subject, and Mother supported him. Anne was the older sister, so she would perform this first solo royal duty.

  Psh! Victoria was sixteen to Anne’s seventeen, and there wasn’t even a full year between them. Every summer they shared the same age for two months. It hardly qualified as a difference at all.

  “Can’t you ask him to change his mind? Anne is uncomfortable with heights. Victoria is better suited to this trip.”

  Creepy closed his eyes and exhaled heavily, which Victoria recognized as a sign that his patience was exhausted.

  Nanny B probably knew his ways well enough to recognize the danger too, but she continued stubbornly. “Sir Bisque? Won’t you talk
to the Prince?”

  “I will go about my business, and you will go about yours.” Creepy leaned forward to pull the hem of Nanny’s blouse free from the waistband of her long plaid skirt and removed a small metal key from its slot above her left hip. “Consider your place, Nanny, and don’t bother me again with your nonsense.” He held the key up before her eyes. “Come and find me later if you want this back. I’ll accept your apology then.”

  Nanny B watched him limp away, and waited until he was out of sight before she fished a delicate neck chain from inside her blouse and unclasped an identical key from its pendant. She studied the portrait on the wall while she inserted the key in the empty slot and gave it a twist. “We missed you at breakfast. Your parents were wondering if you planned to join them for fencing exercise this morning.”

  Victoria almost laughed out loud. Nanny knew about the secret passages? She’d known all the time that the sisters had been sneaking around in them?

  Nanny’s bright blue irises flared wide for an instant and then shrank back into dark pinpoints as she focused on the spy holes. She made a noise that was a fair imitation of a woman clearing her throat and tucked in her blouse as she walked away.

  When Victoria arrived at the gymnasium, her mother paused in her warm-up exercises with Anne and offered a sympathetic smile, but showed no sign of changing sides in the argument. “Don’t look so sullen, Vix. It doesn’t help, you know.”

  “It’s ridiculous. When you and Father were young you went flying off around the world and had a fabulous time. Anne and I have been stuck here forever. The staff still treat us like children, and we’ve nothing to keep our minds occupied.”

  “The world’s a different place now.” Mother clenched her foil between her knees while she shook her shining chestnut hair free and tied its long loose waves back securely again. “Pirates and raiders never strayed far from the Caribbean in those days, and certainly they never came this far north. We’re only concerned for your safety. We love you.”