Lucia Jordan's Four Series Collection: Chosen, Whipped, Lick, Risk

by Lucia Jordan

  He removed his hand, leaving her to explore the entire length of his bobbing cock with her tongue and lips. Rising higher, she leaned forward and closed her mouth over him and drew that soft, mushroom head into her mouth, squeezing with her lips. His hiss of breath pleased her, as did his slight thrust forward. But for that small movement, he didn’t move.

  To her surprise, he braced his hands on the wheel and let her set the pace. She sucked him inside then pulled back, her teeth gently scraping along his shaft, preventing his head from slipping out of her mouth before she drew him back inside. Her fingers dug into his hips as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft.

  Gio gritted his teeth and fought to keep himself from thrusting deeper into her mouth. He wanted to fuck her hard, feel those lips gripping him, sucking him, the tightness of her throat squeezing until he exploded. He stared down at her and saw the fierce concentration. Not very good? Fuck, her mouth felt as heavenly as her tight pussy.

  “So good, pet. So damn good. Suck me into your mouth.” He stared down at her, enjoying the sight of her pert tits, her nipples hard little pebbles as the cool air brushed over them.

  She did as he ordered and his breath exploded out of his lungs. “Fuck!” His balls slammed up into him, the cum churning, seeking release, waiting to shoot out and down her throat. His harsh breathing mingled with the cries of the gulls and the rush of the wind through his hair.

  It took all he had not to pump his hips and take control. Her hands slid into his shorts and around, clutching his ass cheeks, her fingers dipping into his crease. The tip of one nail scraped his anus and he sucked in his breath. He quickly reset the autopilot then gave himself over to the woman he needed more than any other.

  Taryn felt powerful. And liberated. He was enjoying what she did. His praise and his patient instructions gave her even more confidence. She was in charge of pleasuring him and the knowledge that she was the cause of his trembling and his harsh groans was a heady drug. She’d never felt as sexy as she did at that moment.

  She sucked him harder, deeper, felt her cheeks pulling in as the suction increased. He was panting now, harsh, low sounds and, beneath her fingers, his ass cheeks were taut. His taste filled her mouth and set fire to her senses. She throbbed deep inside, her own muscles clamping around the still and silent toy buried deep inside.

  “Open your throat and take me deeper.”

  She obeyed, feeling him slide down. A fresh wave of moisture slid along her inner thighs, the breeze lifting her skirt felt cold on her damp, overheated flesh. Over and over, she sucked him deep, squeezing with throat and lips until he let out a yell.

  “Enough!” He pulled back, pulled out and yanked her up. “Not very good? Fuck, nearly made me come, pet.” He turned her and placed her hands on the dash. “Hold on, Miss Jones. You’ve earned a reward.” He flipped the vibrator on, found her clit with his finger, and stroked.

  Taryn cried out. Everything inside her came alive at once. “What—about you?” He couldn’t fuck her with the vibrator inside her.

  “My pleasure comes from pleasing you first, pet.” His free hand reached up to palm her dangling breasts, first one, and then the other. He tweaked one nipple hard.

  The jolt to her clit had her gasping. God, he was right. That sharp bite of pain heightened the pleasure crashing through her. She tipped her head back as he sent her soaring higher. The vibrations increased, as did the pressure and speed of his clever finger. She gasped and moaned. She was about to come.

  Remembering his rule, she panted, “I’m going to come, Gio. Sir. Please, Sir.” Her voice ended in a squeal when he pinched her other nipple and kept his fingers clamped around her tender bud.

  “You have my permission, pet. Come for me. I want to hear how much you like what I’m doing.”

  Like? God, she loved it all. Trouble was, there were suddenly too many sensations assaulting her at once. She was close, so close, but the coveted orgasm was just out of reach, like the brass ring on a merry-go-round.

  “Can’t,” she gasped.

  Gio understood. He yanked her back so she was flat against him and pinched her clit hard. She shrieked his name over and over, as her body went into a series of hard spasms. She threw her head back onto his shoulder and bucked wildly, her fingers digging into his arms as her orgasm sent her soaring.

  Hearing his name, her gasping cries, Gio knew he was in danger of losing more than his control.

  ***

  Anchored off a tiny cove, the yacht embraced the gentle swells and rocking motions. Taryn sat at the table in the galley, drinking a bottle of water. The salty air, along with all her panting and gasping, had left her thirsty. At the tiny stove, Gio heated clam chowder soup that he’d bought before they’d boarded the boat. She sniffed and sighed. Was there anything better than fresh soup off the wharf and San Francisco sour dough bread?

  He set the bowls onto the table along with the bread, and slipped into his chair across from her.

  One taste had her sighing. “Wow, this is really good. Better than normal.”

  He chuckled. “Worked up an appetite, pet?”

  She grinned. “Maybe.” She found his nickname strange, as though she were some plaything, but then again, perhaps that was precisely what she was. His plaything. His to do with as he pleased as long as he pleasured her. And hey, she had no complaints in that area! Besides, she’d rather hear him refer to her as pet or Miss Jones rather than Karyn, her sister’s name. She could own the first two—the third was a reminder of her deception.

  They ate in silence. Taryn thought back to the first thing he’d done after ‘rewarding’ her. She figured he’d take his own pleasure, but instead, he’d set her down on one of the cushioned seats and gently bathed her after removing the vibrator. Then he’d left her on the seat and returned to the wheel, increasing the speed until they reached their destination.

  How was it possible for a man to exercise such tight control over his own needs? In her not so vast experience, once a guy was hard, once foreplay began, it wasn’t long before he sought his own satisfaction.

  “Your thoughts, Miss Jones?”

  Taryn. She wanted to blurt out her name, but didn’t of course. No matter how much she yearned to hear him call her by name. “Are we back to role playing?” He’d let her know that while they ate, their roles were suspended.

  “Let’s just say this is a good time to get to know one another.”

  She nodded. “I was thinking how hard it must be for you to control your own needs.”

  He smiled. “Denial is in and of itself a form of pleasure, as you’ll find out. It’s easy to give in and let go, take the consolation prize, that which is offered now over waiting for the grand prize. You’ll learn that denying yourself an easy orgasm can lead to orgasms that will rock your soul.

  “Easy orgasms? Good lord, I wouldn’t call my last orgasm easy, or any of the others for that matter.” She felt the heat creep into her cheeks. She was not used to such open talk with the opposite sex.

  “And that goes to show just how little you know, Miss Jones. I’m going to teach you the wonders of anticipation, of holding out, of denial, and the joy of finally experiencing an orgasm unlike any you’ve ever had before.”

  Taryn gulped, took a quick sip of water, and then just stared at Gio. “I’ve already had such wonderful orgasms. I can’t imagine anything bigger or better.”

  His slow smile both warmed her and set her nerves tinging. “That sounds like a cue to start our next set of lessons, and you’ve chosen the topic, pet.” He stood.

  Understanding that his calling her ‘pet’ was his signal that she was back to being his sub, Taryn stood too.

  Chosen Book 3

  Gio gave Karyn time to prepare herself by going through his duffel. He picked out various toys, set some onto a towel, and put others away. Once he had what he wanted, he stowed the bag and headed toward the bow of the boat. He paused in the doorway and just drank in the sight of his new sub.

 
She lay on the bed, rather stiff and unsure, instead of stretched out erotically like the subs he used at the club. The reminder that she was new, untrained, and yeah, unsure, tugged at something deep inside him.

  He was a responsible Dom, and knowing he was initiating her into an unknown world weighed as heavily on him as it excited him. He planned to train her to do and be precisely what he wanted. Her firm tits, with twin caps the color of a rosy dawn, drew his gaze. The cooler ocean air kept them beaded. Catching her restless leg movement, the slight tensing of her muscles, he smiled inwardly. She was already turned on and ready.

  “Very nice.” He tugged his shirt over his head, pleased with the way her gaze swept over him. He unsnapped his shorts, then paused. “Show me your pussy.”

  She bit her lower lip but spread her legs wide. Desire slammed into his balls but he shook his head. “You can do better, pet. I want to see you wide open, and see those pretty, pink pussy lips.” He slid his zipper down as he watched her raise her knees, then let them flutter to the side.

  His cock jumped at the sight of her weeping pussy. “Very good.” He stepped out of his shorts and, from the closet, took out a foam wedge. “Lift up, pet.” He slid the wedge beneath her, appreciating the lift and thrust of her pussy. He ran his hands down her inner thighs, forming a vee with his hands as he framed her sex.

  His thumbs brushed over her slit as he pulled her lips open. The sight of her inner lips and swollen clit was more than he could resist. He lowered his head and gave in to the need to taste her and feel that silky flesh against his tongue.

  She moaned and thrust her hips up, silently begging him to take her clit into his mouth. He smiled. “Anticipation, pet.” He stood and pulled two sets of cuffs from the drawer, glad he’d taken the time last night to place what he anticipated needing aboard. He held out a hand.

  Her eyes went huge. “I’m not into bondage, Gio! I mean, Sir.”

  “Your next lesson is learning to give up all control and learning to trust.” He kept his hand outstretched, his gaze on hers.

  Taryn felt the spit in her mouth dry to dust. She’d been relived he wasn’t into SM stuff but hadn’t even thought about bondage. She didn’t like the idea of giving up complete control, of being unable to stop Gio from doing something she didn’t like. Although, so far, he’d more than pleased her and thrilled her and she wanted more, lots more.

  “I thought you said this lesson was going to be denial and anticipation.” The thought of him driving her to the edge over and over before letting her come had her wet and aching inside.

  “It is. There are many lessons to be taught and learned, Miss Jones.” His eyes remained steady, his expression hard and unrelenting.

  Her heart pounded and she crossed her arms across her breasts. “Gio, I’m afraid of this.” She hated that her voice shook. It was one thing to be told what to do while having sex, the best sex ever, but being cuffed and helpless?

  Gio set the cuffs down and sat on the bed, leaning over her. He took each of her hands gently, uncrossed her arms, and pinned them on either side of her head. “Have I given you any reason to be afraid, Karyn? Any reason to fear me or not trust me?”

  She shook her head. “No.” Her voice trembled.

  “Then why are you afraid now?”

  Seeing his genuine concern, his caring, made her feel silly. “I don’t want to be helpless,” she said, chewing on her lower lip. “Powerless. What if I don’t like what you do? I won’t be able to stop you.” Not that he’d done anything to that point to make her want to stop him. Even with uncertainty and fear swamping her mind, she throbbed between her wide, spread legs.

  He leaned down and kissed her gently then lifted his head. “You have all the power, my sweet sub. Remember this. I only wield the power for as long as you give it—and I consider it a gift and will only take what is freely given. This is our personal Power Exchange. You have only to tell me to stop.

  She frowned. “So if I say stop, you’ll stop?”

  “In the BDSM world, we have what we call safe words between participants. Once used, all play comes to an immediate stop. The words stop or no are not safe words because there is a lot of fantasy and role-play. Most couples use the word red, yellow, or green. Green is go, yellow is slow down, red is stop. If you use the word red, I will stop and we’ll discuss what you don’t like and why, and then decide if we’ll proceed or not.”

  “I don’t want to seem weak or be a baby, Gio.” Right now, she was talking to the man, and she needed his assurance before the Dom resumed control.

  “You are not a weak woman, Karyn. In fact, you’ve surprised the hell out of me by being submissive—at least sexually. You’re so controlled and in charge in the office.” He smiled ruefully. “You can’t know how shocked—and pleased—I was to find the heart of a submissive deep inside all that control.”

  Taryn relaxed slightly. “You’re not the only one,” she muttered. If anyone had told her she’d submit to a man in any circumstance, but especially sexually, she’d have laughed her not-so-silly ass off.

  “You are so different from the woman I met outside the office. Even at work, you seem much more controlled and in charge—more confident.”

  “I—”

  His finger to her lips stopped whatever she’d been about to say. Her deception weighed heavily, as did the guilt.

  “No more talk. We’ll deal with the future later. Right now, there is only us. Here and now, you and me, and a chance to see what there is between us. Agreed?”

  Last night, it had bothered her greatly to think that Gio would sleep with his brother’s fiancé without a thought, but staring into his eyes, she saw guilt. And pain. She knew what he was doing with her weighed heavily on his conscience. It eased a tight knot inside her. She knew he wasn’t stealing anything from Stefano and it made her feel better to know that he was not as in control of himself as he appeared.

  There was something between them, something strong and demanding, something she couldn’t control and neither could he. That thought alone had her nodding. “All right.”

  “Good girl. Now, before we get back to our roles, do you understand what I said about safe words?”

  She nodded. “I’m still not sure I want you to cuff me though.”

  He ran a thumb over her lower lip, swollen from her biting it. “Remember, pet—Safe, Sane, Consensual. I’m asking you to trust me to know what will please you. I’m asking you to relinquish all control so that I may pleasure you and take you on a wild, sexual ride.”

  Remembering how she’d felt like was on a roller coaster before, Taryn drew in a deep breath. “I trust you, Gio.” Her heart hammered when he stood and held out his hand.

  “Then give yourself to me, pet. Body and mind. You belong to me—you are mine to do with as I please.”

  Shaking, despite her attempt to remain steady, she lifted her hand. “I’m yours, Sir.” God help her, she wanted him badly enough to shove her fears aside and offer what he wanted—trust.

  Gio felt both humbled and honored as he cuffed first one wrist, then the other, unsnapping them so her hands were free. He did the same for each ankle, then pulled out a leather thigh cuff. Her eyes grew wider as he belted it around her thigh. He stroked the soft flesh of her other thigh and waited until her eyes closed on a moan of need before fastening the last cuff.

  “Look at me, pet.” He waited until she met his gaze before arranging her ankles close to her body. He snapped the thigh cuffs to the ankle cuffs. Her chest rose in panic as she tried to move her legs and couldn’t.

  “Steady, pet. Breathe for me. Nice and slow. Think of this as strapping into a high intensity ride.”

  Reaching up, he brought her hands down, her wrists beside her raised hips. He snapped one to the short chain dangling from the thigh cuff. She cried out and struggled. His hands held her firmly. “Safe word, Karyn.”

  Her eyes were wide, the blue so pale, he could see her fear. “Red,” she gasped.

  “Good girl.
He slid a hand up over her belly to caress her breast. “As I said, now we can talk about your fear. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want. Remember, this lesson is about trust. I want you helpless while I bring you to the brink over and over.”

  “God, why?” Her voice was a high squeak.

  “Everything you feel and experience while helpless will be magnified, including your orgasms. Trust me on this, pet. I’m an experienced Dom and it’s my job to know what will bring pleasure to a woman and to learn what each woman needs and wants.”

  He rolled her nipple. His palm felt the pounding of her heart and he listened to her short, harsh inhales and exhales as she fought panic. “This is my way of learning about you, what you can handle, what you can take, and what you want. This is a way for you to experience new things and discover more about what you want. And even need.”

  “What if I need control?”

  He tweaked her nipple. “I’m the Dom,” he said simply. “There might be times when I allow you to top me—take charge—but not today.”

  “I’m not sure I like you very much right now, Mr. DeMitri.” The fear in her voice shifted to sulk.

  Gio waited a beat. Two. Then asked, “What color are you at, Karyn?”

  Taryn focused only on his gorgeous eyes, those melted dark, chocolate eyes. For once, his yummy, hunky body didn’t come into play. She had eyes only for his face, and his steady, warm gaze as he waited patiently for her decision.

  The fact that he kept his touch only lightly sensual, not attempting to overwhelm her body to gain her compliance, reassured her. As did the fact that he showed no impatience or displeasure in his demeanor and he didn’t resort to begging or putting her down. It was her choice. “Yellow.”

  “I’m proud of you, Miss Jones. When you’re ready, slide your free arm into position for me.”

  Drawing in a deep breath, she slid her arm down over the bedspread until her fingers brushed her foot. She closed her eyes and waited.

  “Color?”

  “Green.” She breathed. Her gut clutched when she felt him snap her wrist to her thigh. She didn’t move, didn’t want to feel that well of panic at being helpless. She knew without trying she couldn’t couldn’t buck or fight at all. Still, she kept silent, didn’t move.