Dark Dominion: Dangerous Desire Book 1

by Samantha Wolfe

  She gasped in a shuddering breath. "Yes, sir," she answered raggedly.

  "I know I enjoyed it." My voice was shaking a little with desire now. "I noticed that you had quite a few erotic romance novels in your book collection, Malory," I continued as she blushed yet again. "So I assume you're familiar with the acronym BDSM and what it means."

  Her brows flew up to her hairline, but she nodded and didn't appear offended yet, so I persevered.

  "Have you ever been with a man who is a Dominant before?"

  "N...no, sir," she blurted out immediately, her eyes hesitant now. She looked at her lap in defeated shame. ""I...I haven't been with anyone in a really long time either."

  An achy feeling throbbed in my chest as I watched her sit there dejectedly. Without thinking I reached across the table toward her. "Malory," I said reassuringly.

  She glanced up to look at my outstretched hand for a moment, then she reached out and took my hand with a soft smile. The ache in my chest turned into warmth.

  "I want to make you feel good, beautiful," I said in a husky voice as I squeezed her hand gently. "What you have or haven't done in the past doesn't matter. I just want you to understand what I need sexually."

  "Wh...what is that exactly?" she asked falteringly, her eyes filled with uncertainty.

  "I need control, but only if you willingly give it to me," I explained. "Give yourself to me, and you won't have to worry about anything, Malory. Give me control, and I promise you that I'll give you pleasure like you've never known."

  She took a shaking breath. "What if...what if you do something I don't want to do?"

  "Did any of your erotica mention a safeword?"

  "Yes," she replied in dawning understanding. "If I say it, then you stop, right?"

  "Exactly." I gave her a grave expression. "I give you my word. I'll stop anything you're not comfortable with. You have to trust me for this to work." I might be a lot of things I wasn't proud of, but my word was always absolute. A submissive's trust was a precious gift not to be abused.

  She looked at me for a long pregnant moment, her eyes bright and intense, and so goddamn beautiful it made me ache inside. It felt almost as if she saw right through me. As if my deepest secret shames were an open book for her. I fought not to squirm with discomfort in my chair. That was ridiculous, and completely in my imagination.

  Finally, she nodded. "I trust you," she replied with heat and conviction in her eyes. "Sir," she added with a wicked twist of those full delicious lips of hers.

  My desire for her ignited into a full-blown inferno that had to get out. Now. I abruptly rose from my chair, her hand still firmly clasped in mine. I rounded the table and pulled her up out of her chair as her eyes widened in surprise. I wrapped myself around her exquisite body, and my lips seared themselves to hers. And just like last time, I was lost.

  The sweet taste of Malory was utterly addictive, and every hit like nothing I'd ever known. I suddenly feared I'd never get enough. Primal possessive instincts like I'd never felt before made me feel like an animal. I wanted to lay claim to her, to mate, to fuck. Raw mindless lust immolated me. It burned inside me, making my body quake, and I pulled her tighter against me. My lips and tongue owned this kiss as I licked and bit at her mouth, my hips rutting brutishly against her soft body as a deep resonant growl rumbled up out of my chest. Fuck, I needed to stop this before I lost all semblance of control.

  I snarled as I ripped my mouth and body away from Malory, feeling disoriented for a moment. I fought it down, watching Malory's stunned expression as she gasped for air along with me. Wordlessly, I grabbed her hand again, and started dragging her toward the stairs, ignoring the electric current firing up my arm from her touch as she stumbled along behind me.

  I pulled her along up the steps, through my second-floor living area, and straight up the stairs to my bedroom. I led her to the empty space between my bed and the clear glass railing that overlooked my penthouse. I watched her stare in awe at the two massive windows that stretched the entire height of all three levels of my penthouse. I let her take in the beautiful view of the downtown skyline for a moment before speaking.

  "Pick a safe word, Malory," I told her in a hoarse voice, my hold on myself tenuous and fragile. "Now."

  She turned and looked at me, her eyes widening as she met my gaze. Her face turned thoughtful for a moment. "Bourbon," she finally said with a smirk.

  "Very well," I said with a firm nod as a corner of my mouth twitched in amusement. I stepped back a few feet. "Stay right there and strip."

  "What?" She glanced at the windows with a hesitant expression. "But...but the...the windows...I-"

  "Are you questioning me already, Malory?" I asked sharply. "I didn't think we would get to the punishment part of this arrangement so soon."

  Her eyes widened in shock, but there was no mistaking the arousal that flashed in her eyes and flushed her cheeks red. I waited, hoping she didn't say "bourbon" and end this, because I feared it would be the end of me if she left right now.

  "N...no, sir," she whispered and began pulling her scarf over her head.

  "Good girl," I crooned, my tone warm and approving. It made her relax into submission again. Yes, she was a born submissive. She just needed encouragement.

  The scarf fell to the floor, and she grabbed the hem of her sweater and slowly lifted it up her torso. She pulled it up over her head and tossed it aside. I groaned as I stared at the perfect little handfuls that were her breasts, cradled in the black lace bra she wore. A dusting of sexy freckles were spread across her shoulders and chest just like I'd hoped, and it was so fucking hot. She bent and pulled her boots and socks off. She straightened, and my eyes darted to her hands as they drifted down to the waistband of her leggings. She pushed them down in a slow methodical motion that drove me insane. She stepped out of them and stood up straight.

  I licked my lips as I drank her in. She was perfect, absolutely flawless, her ivory skin smooth and glowing in the low lighting. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. It fell to the floor, and I was left gawking mindlessly at her sweet pink nipples. They were so hard and tight. Fuck.

  "Stop," I blurted out as she reached for her panties. I wanted to take those off myself. She stopped immediately with an expectant expression. "Face the railing." She complied again, and her easy obedience nearly did me in. "Bend over, grab the railing, and don't let go," I snarled out in a harsh growl as I clenched my fists at my sides. She obeyed, bending over and presenting herself to me.

  Damn, the black lace panties she wore were a thong. Without another thought, I yanked my sweater off and threw it down. I stalked toward her as I stared at her ass. I jerked her panties down and off her legs. I straightened and stared at the lips of her sweet little cunt where they peeked out between her upper thighs, soaked and glistening with arousal.

  The musky sweet scent hit me, and I took it in with a harsh shuddering breath as I reached out to grip the soft curves her hips. She moaned, her body softening in my hands, and my tenuous control fell away and disintegrated in an instant.

  "Malory," I groaned out helplessly, and the next thing I knew I was naked of everything but a condom, and sliding home into the hot wet tightness of her perfect cunt. In that instant, I was lost, carried away in the tide of my desire and need for this beautiful and irresistible woman. Nothing ever felt like this. I gave myself over to the wave of feral and completely untamed lust. It quelled the nagging little voice that tried to tell me that nothing in my world would ever be the same again either.

  10

  MALORY

  I wrapped my fingers around the beveled edge of the railing, the glass cool against my hot feverish skin. Lust like I'd never known burned inside me. Need like I never imagined made me yearn for whatever this man decided to do to me. I glanced back over my shoulder at Gareth, just as he yanked the navy sweater he was wearing off over his head. Holy. Crap.

  I stared helplessly at the hard muscular planes of his chest and broad shoulde
rs, and the chiseled lines of his abs. He had an eight-pack for heaven's sake, and I'd never seen anything like it in real life. The deep grooves of his hip muscles dipped down into his jeans, framing a slight happy trail of hair that disappeared under his waistband. The man was a lean ripped machine. I didn't think there was any body fat on him. That explained the heavy punching bag I saw hanging in the room below us. Gareth was obviously a martial artist of some sort. He moved liked one too, with a predatory grace that meant he was completely in tune with his body. And now the predator was stalking me.

  My sex clenched, and I grew wetter as he came closer. I was certain I'd never been this wet before in my life. And all because of one fierce kiss and a few of Gareth's steely commands in that low sexy voice of his. I wanted so badly to be taken and claimed, and from the way he was staring intently at my ass, I was going to get my wish.

  He came up behind me, and without a word, he grabbed my thong panties and jerked them down and off my legs. I heard him take in a shaking breath, inhaling my scent as his hands gripped my hips. His fingers dug into my skin, and I moaned as a wave of need crashed over me.

  "Malory," he groaned out my name in a vulnerable tone. It made me feel things that had my heart throbbing for him and scared me to death. I'd never felt this way or wanted a man like this in my life. I closed my eyes as searing lust tore through my body like a hurricane, pushing the fear away.

  Gareth let me go for a moment, and the sound of rustling clothing let me know he didn't go far. The sound of what I assumed was a condom wrapper being opened let me know I was going to get exactly what I wanted.

  He stepped up behind me again, his hands sliding over my hips and ass. His cock bumped against my pussy, making me shudder. Gareth growled in a low deep rumble that made my core clench. He took his right hand off my hip and began rubbing the head of his cock through my soaked folds, brushing against my clit with each pass. I groaned helplessly. My God, it had been so long since a man was inside me. I didn't want foreplay. I just wanted him inside me now. I got exactly that.

  With one powerful thrust of his hips, he pushed into me, stretching and filling me almost to the point of pain, then stilled. I hadn't seen his cock yet, but it must be huge to feel like this inside me. It felt so good, so perfect, our bodies fitting together like they were made for each other. I shuddered and pushed that scary thought away.

  The hard warmth of his body pressed against mine skin to skin as he leaned over me, his hands sliding up to palm my breasts and kneading them roughly. His warm breaths were short and ragged against the back of my neck, as if he were fighting for control.

  He pulled half way out and slammed back into me. I wailed as electricity sizzled across my skin in a surge of pleasure. Holy crap, it was incredible, and I hadn't even orgasmed yet.

  "Fuck," he snarled and it sounded incredulous and strained, and it was the last intelligible noise to come out of his mouth. He exploded into motion, growling and pumping into me violently with loud slapping noises.

  I grasped the railing harder to keep from falling over as Gareth pounded into me mercilessly, his hands holding my hips in a bruising grip that I loved. Insane wailing cries poured out of me as the pleasure built and built and built. When my release hit me, pure bliss ignited out from my core in an instant, expanding outward and whiting out my vision in a mind-blowing explosion of pleasure. I let out a long glorious scream that filled the space around us and echoed off the walls. It was too much, and my legs buckled underneath me.

  Gareth caught me as I collapsed and lifted me like I was nothing. The next thing I knew I was being thrown down on his bed. He instantly hovered over me, shoving my legs apart roughly and slamming his cock back into me where it belonged. His eyes burned with black fire, and I was lost in them, carried away on the tide of his animalistic lust and happily drowning in it. He grabbed my wrists and pushed them up over my head and held them there in a vice-like grip with one hand, the other arm pulling my left leg up over his elbow. He sank deeper into my body than I thought was even possible and continued his fierce mindless rutting, growling and snarling savagely with each violent thrust.

  Gareth said he needed control, but somewhere along the way he'd lost it, and it swept us both away. With it came a different kind of pleasure that was equal parts glorious and terrifying. I blew apart again, and rode the orgasm into a senseless haze where nothing existed but the drunken bliss that poured over me. My scream was unrecognizable as my own, and it was joined by the sexy feral noises that poured out of Gareth's mouth when he released right along with me.

  He shuddered above me as violent spasms wracked his entire body, his muscles tight and strained. When he finally slumped down onto me, we were both sweat soaked and wrecked, neither of us able to move. He felt heavy, but I loved it. Loved feeling taken and helpless. Loved the feel of his hard muscled chest pressing against my breasts. I'd never had sex like this. It was the most incredible sexual experience of my life, and already I couldn't wait to do it again.

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  I wriggled underneath Gareth when I finally started to feel smothered by the weight of his spent body on top of me. He immediately rolled away, and I let out a small moan of disappointment as his softening cock slid out of my body. Wordlessly, he got up off the bed and walked toward the nearby bathroom to get rid of the condom I assumed. I stared at his unbelievably tight and gorgeous ass until he disappeared through the doorway. I shook my head in disbelief. His muscular back was just as glorious as his front.

  I sat up and glanced around. The view from his bed was breathtaking with the two massive windows that spanned the height of all three levels of his penthouse and overlooked the city skyline. His apartment was simply amazing. I'd never seen anything like it.

  The dark wood canopy bed I was sitting on was covered in ivory and gray bedding that was soft and thick. It had a dark leather headboard that looked masculine and luxurious. I ran my hand over the smooth leather and paused when I noticed an eye bolt that was attached to the head post. It was right next to the headboard, and it was painted to match the dark wood. I almost missed seeing it. That was weird.

  I glanced over at the other side and saw another on the opposite head post. There were also two attached to the lower part of both foot posts on each side of the foot board. I looked up and there were even more of them along the long pieces of wood that formed the sides of the canopy. What the hell? I reached out and touched the one on the head post closest to me with a furrowed brow.

  "The 'B' in BDSM stands for bondage," Gareth said in a low husky voice from the bathroom doorway. "I thought you knew that, Malory."

  I startled and jerked my hand away, my face suddenly feeling hot as I realized what the eye bolts were for. An image of myself tied to Gareth's bed filled my head, and I liked it. I looked at him, and a sexy roguish grin spread wide across his gorgeous face. Then I looked down and gasped. Not only was he still naked, and still hot and sexy as hell, but he was already rock hard again and huge. His beautiful cock jutted out majestically from his body, long and thick, and curving slightly upward to a wide mouthwatering crown. A small whine of need escaped my lips, and his cock twitched in response.

  "Perhaps you need a review," he said seductively as he moved slowly toward me, his cock bobbing hypnotically with each step. "The 'B' and 'D' are for bondage and discipline. 'D' and 'S' for dominance and submission, something I've already given you a taste of." His eyes glittered devilishly as he stopped a few feet away. "And finally, 'S' and 'M' for sadism and masochism."

  My mouth went dry as I gaped at him, suddenly feeling hot and bothered from his words as much as the nearness of his nude body. He smirked knowingly at my reaction.

  "Perhaps a more hands-on demonstration would be helpful." He reached out to cup my chin in his hand and ran his thumb along my lower lip. A shiver ran through me. "Now that we're better acquainted with each other's bodies, we can move on to even better things."

  He slid his hand around to the back of my neck and
took me in a firm grip. A warm blanket of bliss fell over me, and I felt like I might melt into a puddle right on his bed.

  "What do you think, Malory?" he asked in soft whisper next to my ear. "Would you like your first lesson now?"

  "Y...yes, sir," I replied in a faint breathy whimper. Giddy fear flashed through me, and I shivered again. "I...I'm scared," I added in a whisper.

  "Don't be," he said warmly, his lips brushing my earlobe. He leaned back and met my eyes with a firm yet reassuring expression. "I may be in control, but you hold all the power, beautiful. Don't ever forget that."

  "Okay," I said softly with a small nodded.

  "Good girl," he said as his grip on my neck loosened. His pleased tone filled me with gooey warmth. He straightened and leveled a stern expression down at me. "Tell me your safeword, Malory."

  "Bourbon," I answered.

  He arched a brow and cast a hard glare at me.

  "Bourbon, sir," I corrected myself immediately.

  "Very well." He crossed his arms. He was all business now, his demeanor steely and commanding, and it was an unbelievable turn on. "I want you on your knees on the floor now."

  I clambered off the bed onto the floor ungracefully in my eagerness and nearly fell flat on my face before managing to kneel in front of Gareth. I glanced up, blushing with embarrassment as a corner of his mouth twitched in amusement.

  "I do appreciate enthusiasm," he said wryly.

  I smiled up at him, my embarrassment fading quickly as I settled onto my knees and sat on my heels. His expression turned stern again.

  "I prefer my submissives to be kneeling when we begin a scene. It helps us both get into the proper head space for our respective roles." He eyed me for a moment. "Straighten your back and lay your hands palms up on your knees. Head bowed and eyes on the floor." He stepped closer as I adjusted myself. He reached out and touched my shoulder, gliding his fingers softly up the side of my neck. "Very nice, beautiful," he murmured in approval.