Pleasure and Danger

by Harlem Dae

  Table of Contents

  Legal Page

  Title Page

  Book Description

  Dedication

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  New Excerpt

  About the Author

  Publisher Page

  A Totally Bound Publication

  Pleasure and Danger

  ISBN # 978-1-78430-018-0

  ©Copyright Harlem Dae 2014

  Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright April 2014

  Edited by Sarah Smeaton

  Totally Bound Publishing

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, Totally Bound Publishing.

  Applications should be addressed in the first instance, in writing, to Totally Bound Publishing. Unauthorised or restricted acts in relation to this publication may result in civil proceedings and/or criminal prosecution.

  The author and illustrator have asserted their respective rights under the Copyright Designs and Patents Acts 1988 (as amended) to be identified as the author of this book and illustrator of the artwork.

  Published in 2014 by Totally Bound Publishing, Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN

  Warning:

  This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Totally Melting and a Sexometer of 2.

  A Bit of Strange

  PLEASURE AND DANGER

  Harlem Dae

  Book three in the A Bit of Strange serial

  Just when the sex between Gabriel and Isabella is so dark she’s blinded by lust, her stranger takes things to a brand new level of edgy ecstasy.

  Being dominated suits Isabella the way a pair of well-worn jeans fit, though she’s struggling to admit that she adores it just the way Gabriel is doling it out. She asks one more thing, realizing it’s going to allow him free reign on her body. She’ll let him use and abuse her in a filthy alley that matches her dirty desires, knowing it will bring them closer than ever.

  But will it? Gabriel has upped his game. He wants Isabella. He wants to be with her, inside not just her body but also her mind. Take her to places that she has never been before and will ensure that she becomes his for all of time.

  Pushing someone to their limit is a risky business, though when hearts are involved and souls connect, it makes it a whole lot more fun and brings strangers together in a way that ties them for all eternity.

  Dedication

  To Hannah, who embraces madness!

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Millets: Blacks Outdoor Retail Ltd.

  Coke: The Coca-Cola Company

  Burger King: Burger King

  Chapter One

  I woke with a pleasant and lazy sense of disorientation. In the moment between dreaming and reality, darkness and light had stolen my thoughts and mixed up my sense of space. But only for a few seconds, because then Gabriel’s body heat reminded me where I was.

  I became aware of his flaccid cock against my arse cheeks, his gently rising and falling chest pressing into my back, and his stubbled chin resting by my neck. It all proved that I was exactly where I wanted to be.

  In my new lover’s bed.

  In my Master’s arms.

  I opened my eyes wide and pulled in a breath as I stared at a pair of black and silver striped curtains covering the weakly lit window. My Master? God, where had that come from? Sure, I called him Sir when in a scene, because that’s what he liked, it got him off. But really, was that how my subconscious viewed him now?

  He shifted slightly and tightened his grip on me as if to keep me secure within the curl of his body.

  I let out the breath I’d been holding and rubbed my palms over his hairy right forearm, which was locked around me, over my waist.

  “Are you okay?” he murmured sleepily.

  “Yes. I think so.”

  “You just think so?”

  He kissed my neck, and his sharp facial hair scratching my skin sent a shudder of desire through me.

  He chuckled. “My God, you even wake up wanting it, don’t you?”

  I turned within his arms and faced him. “I want you.” And I did. I was buzzing for him. Whatever he could give me I wanted it. And the possibility that it could lead to more than sex, to an ‘us’, just made me greedier still.

  He swept his palm over my hip, let it drift down my thigh to my knee then back up again to finally cup my face.

  His touch brought me to life. The sensations of the night before came flooding back—the exquisite pain, the seemingly endless, earth-moving orgasm, the thrust of his cock in my pussy.

  “You look beautiful in the morning,” he said softly. “Being in my bed clearly suits you.”

  “Being with you suits me.” I smiled then kissed him gently on his lips.

  He moaned a little and pulled me closer. The moan turned into a groan as his now-hardening cock pressed between us.

  “It suits me, too,” he said, sliding his hand from my face to touch my breasts. “Are you sore?”

  I gasped when he tweaked my swollen, tender nipple. “Yes, deliciously so.”

  “And this one?” He switched his attention to my other tit.

  “Ow. Oh, yes.” I looped my leg over his, shifted so that my pussy was open for his cock.

  “What are you doing, Isabella?” he asked, stilling his movements.

  “I…” I hesitated. He’d had that tone in his voice just then. The one that told me to be wary. That he was testing me, pushing me, wondering if I was going to step beyond my boundaries as his sub.

  I’m not his fucking sub.

  “Well?” he asked, staring deep in my eyes with his dark ones. “What are you doing?”

  “I…I want us to fuck.”

  “And you think you’ll get it when you ask like that?”

  Oh, God.

  His dick was thick and solid, rubbing against my pubic hair. He wanted it too. I’d bet my last pound he was battling every instinct in his testosterone-soaked body right now. What he really wanted to do was just ram into me, thrust and grind and grab a quick morning orgasm to start the day off with a bang.

  “Ask properly, Isabella. Show some respect for the man who cares for you, satisfies you and will make all of your dirty dreams come true.” He shifted the covers a little to reveal my chest. “Ask me properly.”

  “Please, Sir, can we fuck now? I want you.”

  He tutted. “Really? Is that the best you can do?”

  I frowned. “Tell me? What are the rules? How am I supposed to ask?”

  “You can cut the tone of exasperation for a start.”

  “Hard not to when just inches from my pussy I have a cock that’s ready and able, but a man who won’t allow it to be willing.”

  He shifted away from me, forcing me to drop my leg. “There, problem solved. Now try.”

  I pressed my fingers to my clit, squashing the heel of my hand over my mound. I was hot and wet, in need of his attention.

  “Please, Sir, I’ve woken up needing you, wanting you… Please.” I knew that was better, I’d heard the plea in my voice, it was real, I hadn’t had to fake it.

 
He gave me a lopsided smile and propped his head on his hand, his elbow sinking deep into the dark pillow. He had an adorable sleep crease on his cheek and his hair was cutely tousled. “Mmm, you’re getting there. Now, tell me why you think you deserve my dick.”

  “Because…because I did everything you told me, last night, in the cage. I was a good…” My words trailed off. He wanted me to say I was his sub, but I was no one’s sub. Well, I had been his, in the scene last night. It was what he’d wanted, I’d tried the hat on and it had fitted fine. Perhaps I should just say it again right now. To get what I needed, a means to an end as it were.

  “You were a good what?” he asked in a patient voice, as if he had all the time in the world to steal the words from me.

  I didn’t have oodles of time. I wanted him in me. Now. “I was a good sub, last night. I did what you wanted.”

  “Sir.”

  “I did what you wanted, Sir.”

  “You did very well, but I also think you got what you wanted too.”

  “Yes, oh yes, but…”

  “But?” His eyebrows shot up.

  “But dawn has broken and today is a new day. A new beginning for us to explore our fantasies, our darkest desires, and, Sir, I can’t wait to get on with them.”

  He smiled at that. A proper grin that lit his face. “Me neither. In fact, we will start right now, as you suggested.”

  Thank the dear Lord above. “Yes, okay.” I sidled up to him and started to fling my leg over his body again with every intention of sinking him deep and riding to an intense climax.

  “Oh, no you don’t, you badly behaved little sub. I call the shots. I’m in charge. Not you.” He pushed me off then threw the duvet to the base of the bed.

  Despite my chagrin, I couldn’t help but admire the way his cock poled straight upright. It was a wonderful dusky color and the morning shadows caressed it the way I wanted my pussy to.

  He reached for me, slid his fingers over my head then gathered my hair into a tight ponytail in both of his hands.

  I hissed in discomfort when he pulled and pulled, my scalp screaming from the torment of it.

  “Do you know what I want?” he asked.

  “To tease me?” I paused. “Sir.”

  His eyes were glinting now. He was clearly getting aroused by my cheek, my resistance to conform.

  “No, not tease, that’s not my intention, although it may be on other occasions. But this morning I need to call work and make my excuses for the day. I also need to make us a decent breakfast—we’re going to need our energy for what we have planned.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Thank goodness he was still up for creating my dirty alley fantasy.

  “So what I need right this minute”—he angled my face down so I was staring at his erection—“is for you to suck my dick. Make me come good and fast, sub, so I can get on with organizing our day.”

  I licked my lips. It wasn’t what I’d intended exactly, but the thought of tasting him and sliding his thick cock into my mouth certainly appealed. And if he kept a tight, sharp hold on my hair as he did it, then all the better.

  “What are you waiting for?” he snapped.

  “Nothing, I…”

  “Suck my cock, Isabella, and suck it like you love it.”

  “I do love it, Sir.”

  “What do you love? My cock or sucking cock?”

  “Both, your cock and sucking, so I would imagine, Sir, that sucking your cock will be perfect, and if I may, I’d like to make myself come, too, while you’re deep in my throat.”

  “Good girl, you’re learning, and yes, since you asked so nicely you may masturbate while you give me head, but as long as it doesn’t disturb your rhythm.”

  “It won’t, Sir, I promise.”

  He frowned.

  “What?” I asked.

  “I’ve just given you permission to have an orgasm, there is something you must say.”

  Was there? Shit. I couldn’t think. I racked my brains and it came to me. “Thank you, Sir, thank you for allowing me to come.”

  He nodded, seriously, then pushed me down the bed, spreading his legs as I went so I could kneel between them. He kept hold of my hair, effectively using that to position me.

  Excitement swirled up inside me, from my clit to the top of my head. My mouth was watering. My pussy hammering.

  “Open up,” he said, tensing his abs as he stared down at me. “Open up and take me.”

  I did as he’d asked, stretching my jaw wide and not removing my attention from his eyes.

  He pushed my head closer to his cock, slowly, agonizingly slowly. I stuck out my tongue, waiting to welcome his glans.

  “Ah, yeah, dirty slut,” he groaned, touching the tip of his cock to my bottom lip. “Give me a lick, get your first taste of your Master.”

  I didn’t need asking twice. His slit was hot and wet, glossy with a first dot of pre-cum that I scooped up to let the salty, thick taste of him spread over my tongue.

  “Open,” he said again, sharper this time. “Now.”

  I did as he’d instructed then shot my hand to my pussy.

  Fiddling to set up a good pressure on my clit, I was aware of him locking his knees around my ribs, holding me tight within the cradle of his legs.

  “You’re going to take me all, okay, and I’m going to fuck your mouth the way I’d fuck my own hand. I don’t wank like a fairy, you know. I like it hard, firm, rough, so if you hate it you must slap my stomach three times, okay?”

  I nodded but I knew I wouldn’t have to slap him. The idea of Gabriel fucking my mouth with the same furious determination he fisted himself to completion was a complete turn on. I knew I could cope with it. I could handle whatever he gave me.

  “Deep breath,” he said, his abs like a row of cobbles now. He was so tense holding himself at such a strained, half abdominal-crunch angle.

  I pulled in air through my wide mouth and, as my lungs expanded, he pushed me onto his cock. The rigid shaft smoothed over my tongue, the soft glans hit the back of my throat and his pubic hair touched my chin.

  Hurriedly I shunted three fingers into my pussy and caught my clit with the hard swell of my palm. He tasted divine and his cock was the perfect shape for my mouth.

  He pulled my head back, still using the firm grip he had on my bunched-up hair. Mouth empty, I stared up at him. His eyes were wide, as if he were taking in everything he was seeing and storing it in some special place.

  I was certainly feeling a nice heat building in my special place.

  “Again,” he said, nostrils flaring. “Fucking hell, again.”

  He shifted me onto his cock once more, deeper this time, and I had to battle with my gag reflex, and shut my eyes tight to cope.

  “Ah, yeah, you love it, submitting to me, don’t you?”

  I couldn’t answer. But yes, I did love it—but that didn’t make me his sub.

  “Get yourself off, quickly, we have jobs to do,” he said, rushing to pull me almost off his cock then sliding me back down it.

  I groaned in pleasure, climbing the first steps to an orgasm. It wouldn’t take me long. Being held so firmly by Gabriel, and having given up my control over what we did and how we did it, was making me light. I felt as though I had not a care in the world and satisfaction, his and mine, was all that mattered.

  “Oh, yeah, ripple your tongue around my cock. Like that, yeah, like that… Jesus, sub, you’ve got the knack. Damn, you’re so good at that…and…and you’re taking it, doing it…oh, fuck…”

  It thrilled me to please him. I increased the tension of my tongue and accepted each thrust of his cock into my mouth. I timed the pounding of my pussy to his pistoning movements of my head. I was getting dizzy, high on life, high on belonging to Gabriel so utterly.

  “Fuck it, I’m coming, sub. Swallow me, swallow me and come too…ah, yeah…I order you to come, now.”

  The pressure was explosive in my pelvis, and as the first slew of cum hit the back of my throat I allowed ecstasy
to burst free.

  I hit a wild new level of sensation, black and white, cold and hot. I knew I didn’t have enough air in my body but that seemed to just make it all the more intense. My scalp was on fire with pain, my mouth owned and possessed, and my pussy throbbing through a blissful release.

  Suddenly Gabriel pulled out.

  I dragged in oxygen and watched as his slit stretched and another two eruptions of cum were released.

  Quickly, with my free hand I clutched his cock and spread the cum over it like warm lube.

  “Good girl,” he panted, “good girl. That’s it, touch me.”

  The ringing in my ears quieted and I ceased the assault on my pussy, having hammered through my orgasm. It was fading now, becoming a memory.

  Suddenly he released my hair, hooked beneath my arms and slid me up his body.

  He cupped my arse and kissed me hungrily.

  I fed him his own flavor, tangling my tongue with his, and pushed my hands through his hair.

  “Ah yeah, you taste of me,” he said breathlessly. “Exactly how a sub should taste, of their Master.”

  I was going to argue, reply with a snipe about not being a sub. But actually, if being Gabriel’s sub made me feel as wonderful as I did at this moment, then why the fuck was I arguing?

  He twitched his eyebrows, as though surprised there’d been no comeback. “You did well,” he said then pulled in a deep breath. “You pleased me and you looked seriously hot down there, between my legs, frigging yourself off and your mouth all wide and eager for me.”

  “You looked hot, too, all serious about satisfaction and…”

  Should I say it?

  “And what?” He frowned.

  “Dominant.” It was the best word to describe the sullen, focused look on his face as he’d stared at me taking his cock into his mouth. It was the expression of a man who was taking exactly what he wanted, what he was due, what was his.