by Zara Cox
Adding a handful of pillows, I silently thanked Mrs Percy, the old lady in the small town twenty miles away, who I paid to keep the cabin cleaned and fully stocked. When I’d told her I was coming, she’d filled the pantry and fridge with enough food and essentials to last for weeks.
Keeping Graciela warm and comfortable for as long as the storm raged wouldn’t be a problem at all. Suddenly, I didn’t want the snowstorm to end. Not for a long time, at least.
I crossed the living room to the fire, resisting the strong urge to glance over to where she stood next to the sofa, her arms crossed. I was head and shoulders taller than her, but her presence filled the room, filled my senses in ways that I was a little too scared to describe. Unfurling the blankets, I laid them down, tossed the pillows onto them.
A little too eagerly, I attacked the snow suit, stepped out of the thermal set and boxers, grimacing at the rock-hard erection that bobbed eagerly, excited at being freed.
I wrestled the insane need to wrap my fingers around my cock, ease the ache tearing through me, and slowly sank to my knees at the edge of the blanket.
I heard her approach but kept my gaze fixed on the fire. She stopped behind me and for the longest time didn’t move, although I felt her gaze on me, hot and possessive, tracking every inch of exposed skin.
‘You’re beautiful, Jensen, do you know that?’ she murmured.
‘If you say so, min elskerinde.’ I was used to women admiring the outer package, but knew that, when it came right down to it, it was what was on the inside that mattered. My father had been one handsome bastard with a heart as black as tar, proof that beauty was only skin-deep.
Fuck, I wasn’t going to think about him. Definitely not right now.
‘You don’t like compliments?’
‘I like whatever pleases you.’
‘I’m not sure if that’s a nice save or a cop-out I need to punish you for.’
‘It can be whatever you want it to be.’
She circled me once and then stopped in front of me. ‘This man bun thing you’ve got going on. What’s that all about?’
I managed a smile despite the strain in my groin. ‘A six-month assignment in the Amazon. Barber shops were a little thin on the ground there. I’ve grown rather attached to it. Plus it keeps me warm in the cold.’
‘Hmm, I’m getting rather attached myself. You’re not allowed to cut it while we’re here. Is that understood?’
‘Yes, min elskerinde.’
‘Is that Danish? I don’t know what it means but I’d prefer you call me mistress when you address me.’
My smile widened. ‘I already do.’ I hesitated for a moment and added, ‘Min elskerinde.’
She inhaled sharply and her eyes widened. ‘That’s what it means?’ Mild shock echoed in her voice.
‘Yes.’
Her eyes narrowed. ‘You started calling me that last night.’
It wasn’t a question, so I let my gaze speak for me.
‘Jensen?’ she pressed.
‘I wanted you like this before our encounter in the tent. But you knew that already.’
‘So you started calling me your mistress even before this thing was established between us? Do you know how dangerous that is? Some woman out there could take advantage of it.’
My heart lurched. She sounded almost protective so I didn’t tell her I’d sworn off entanglements before I met her. That no other woman would be given the leeway I was giving her. ‘Does that displease you?’
Several emotions flitted across the face, but eventually she shook her head. ‘People are far too predictable, but you’re not one of them.’
A layer of tension eased out of me. ‘Is that a compliment, min elskerinde?’
‘You can take it however you want to,’ she answered with a wispy smile, then slowly her face grew tight, controlled arousal settling over her. ‘Undress me, Jensen.’
I didn’t even care a little bit that my hands shook as I caught the hem of her sweater and tugged it over her head.
She was lovely. She had on a new set of underwear, a deep night-blue that accentuated the smoothness of her skin and the luscious globes of her breasts. Reaching behind her, I unclasped her bra. Her breasts fell free, heavy and gorgeous, tantalisingly close to my hungry lips. I resisted the urge to pull one pink tip into my mouth, instead concentrating on removing her leggings. Unlike last night, she didn’t touch me to steady herself, exercising control that only made me harder.
I’d always had a thing for delayed gratification, which was probably another reason my soul yearned to submit. She wouldn’t reward me until she deemed it appropriate, and every minute she withheld it, the promise of release became that much headier.
This gloriously naked, insanely gorgeous creature before me already knew how best to satisfy me. And we’d barely got started.
She placed her hands on her hips and stared down at me, her gaze imperious. ‘Tell me we have condoms in this cabin, Jensen.’
I flipped back one corner of the blanket near my feet to reveal the box of condoms I’d grabbed from the supply closet.
She smiled, and my breath caught at the lusty fire reflected in the hazel depths. My cock bobbed in excitement as she examined the box and dropped it between my knees.
‘We’ll get to that in a little while. Right now I want you to place your hands on your thighs. Don’t move them until I say so. I’ve been dying to lick you all over and I’m going to do just that.’
Shuddering with anticipation, I did as instructed.
She stepped behind me, depriving me of the joy of seeing her beautiful body. Moments later her fingers delved into my hair. She caught it up in one fist and before I could take the next breath, her teeth sank into the skin at the top of my spine.
Pleasure rained through my body and I groaned.
‘You like that?’
‘Yes, min elskerinde.’
‘Hmm, I think those two are becoming my favourite Danish words.’
I smiled, pleased. ‘I’ll teach you Danish if you like.’
Her small teeth grazed over my skin again. ‘Yes, Jensen, I’d like that very much.’
My eyes squeezed shut of their own accord as she continued to taste me, tongue and teeth and hot breath wreaking havoc all over my skin, following my spine down my back as she explored me.
Fists bunched on my thighs, need pummelling me hard, I glanced down at the thick swell of my cock. Teeth gritted, I fought the urge to touch myself. To surrender to the need to blow my load. But I couldn’t come. Not yet. Not until she commanded it.
The freedom in being shackled and under her control made my senses soar.
That need to step outside myself, hand the reins to someone else—a need absurdly born from having to be in control, to keep my family safe from the monster who called himself father—was like nothing else I’d ever experienced, not even the thrill of climbing the world’s highest mountain.
I shuddered as her grip tightened in my hair, as she bent low behind me. One hand caressed my butt, squeezed and released at leisure then strutted back to my front. She leaned in, her breath feathering my face without her lips making contact with mine.
‘Where was I?’ she demanded sultrily.
My breathing grew frantic, erratic as her lips worked her way down my throat, nipping and tasting my hard nipples, then my abs, until, with one long look at me, she crouched lower and licked the head of my cock.
A tight groan erupted from my throat, my fists bunching harder until my knuckles bled white. Fuck, I was one breath from erupting.
As if she knew the strain I was under, wanted to test my control, she sucked me deeper into her mouth while her fingers crept under my cock to take hold of my balls.
After a few swirls of her tongue, she straightened. ‘Look at me, Jensen.’
I wasn’t aware m
y gaze had dropped to the blanket until I lifted it at her bidding.
‘Would you like to come?’
‘Only if you want me to.’
She smiled. ‘I’d love to see you lose that iron control for me.’
‘Keep doing what you’re doing to my balls and you’ll find out soon enough,’ I croaked.
Slowly, only one hand crept down her front, two fingers sliding between her legs. I wasn’t aware of the strength of my opposition until the sound erupted from my throat.
She stilled. ‘Problem?’
I breathed deep, the need to vocalise my need scrambling through me. We were in this thing, for better or worse. Why deny my true nature? Nodding at the fingers moving erotically between her legs, I rasped, ‘I want to do that for you.’
Her smile was a pure strain of power and femininity. ‘But you’re not in charge here, are you?’
‘No, min elskerinde.’
‘So if I want to touch you, while touching myself, you won’t have a problem with it, will you?’
‘No, but it’ll torture the fuck out of me,’ I confessed raggedly.
She laughed, the sound wickedly sexy. But gradually, humour died, taken over by need and insistent lust. She released my balls, took hold of my cock, and, her gaze on my face, stroked me up and down.
‘I want to suck your cock, and you’re going to come when you’re ready but you’re still not allowed to touch me.’
I jerked out a nod, my lungs struggling for air as her strokes grew tighter. Faster.
She spread her thighs wide and leaned forward, bending over with her bottom in the air. The sight of her luscious cheeks sent me to a whole new stratum of frenzy.
‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’
Her sweet lips wrapped around my engorged head, drew me deeper into her hot mouth. Raw shouts left my throat and my hips pumped involuntarily. My head dropped back for one fast second until the need to avidly watch her suck me off redirected my gaze.
Control shredded to nothing within minutes. My vision hazed as she pumped my cock faster. I started to unravel. Undone with a raw shout, I let go, erupting into her mouth. She made pleased sounds of approval at the back of her throat as she sucked me deeper for endless minutes.
Eventually, she rose, sultry satisfaction on her face as she stared at me. ‘Thank you, Jensen. That was beautiful.’
I didn’t want the words to touch my soul, but they did. And it unsettled me a whole lot more than I cared to admit. Not enough for me to consider putting the brakes on this thing, though. Not enough to stop me from leaning closer, staring deep into her eyes. ‘May I touch you now, min elskerinde?’
‘I’d like that very much, Jensen.’ She sank back against the bedding and, like last night, lifted her arms high above her head. ‘Come here. And bring the condoms with you.’
CHAPTER SIX
MY VOICE MIGHT have been calm and masterful, but inside I was anything but. I was shaken down to my core, terrified of the emotions sweeping through me.
I hadn’t expected Jensen to readily admit to being a submissive, nor had I been prepared for the profound awe his admission would make me feel.
My mood had swung from being disgruntled about the snowstorm stranding me here to wanting it to last for a few hours. Maybe a whole day. Or two.
I wanted, no, needed the freedom to explore him. Explore myself in a way that I hadn’t truly been able to in a very long time. But even as greed and lust and anticipation built inside me, so did a knot of tension. I couldn’t afford to get carried away with this. Not when I had enough baggage to fill this cabin a dozen times over.
Not when he had his own baggage, in a Stephanie-shaped form specifically, that I couldn’t help but resent even though I knew it was unfair. I had no claim on him, nor he on me.
But for as long as the storm raged outside, he was mine.
I watched him roll the condom between his fingers, his eyes on me. At my nod, he tore it open and glided it down his long, delicious cock. Because it seemed as if I’d waited for ever, I didn’t beat about the bush. And he either had amazing recovery skills or he was just as desperate as I was. He positioned himself between my thighs, and I looked into his eyes. ‘Fuck me, Jensen. Fuck me hard.’
‘It’ll be my pleasure, min elskerinde.’
My mistress.
Power and gratitude surged through me, coated with the soul-deep yearning that threatened to break the leash I’d kept on it. I slackened the tight reins on my emotions, coaxed into almost feeling safe in this isolated cabin in the middle of nowhere. It was the least I could do considering Jensen had gifted me with his sublime submission. Wasn’t it?
Rationale ceased to matter as his cock probed my entrance. Like the confidence with which he’d gone down on me in the tent last night, he slid in with one firm stroke, powerful, stretching me with enough friction and pressure to make me gasp. Pleasure rolled through me, intensifying as I saw it reflected in his blue eyes.
He muttered something in Danish.
‘I like it when you speak in your mother tongue,’ I said, my voice not quite steady.
He gave a strained smile, his nostrils flaring as he withdrew and thrust hard inside me.
‘Talk dirty Danish to me,’ I commanded.
Bracing himself on his elbows, he brushed his lips against mine. Then the sexy torrent began. Lyrical, alien words spilled from his lips, saturating my skin as he pleasured me with his cock and his tongue.
And, simply because I couldn’t resist, I dragged his head down for a deep, tongue-tangling kiss. Our breathing turned harsh, the sizzling act of our coming together pushing us both to the edge far too soon. The urge to reward him ramped through me. That meant not giving in to climax too quickly. I needed to push him to the edge without making him go over, so I broke the kiss.
‘Slow down,’ I mouthed against his lips. ‘Now.’
He gave a jagged little groan, but his movements slowed, his thrusts turning shallower, and his eyes squeezed shut in his effort to control his arousal. My fingers slid through his hair, caught the tresses at his nape and tugged.
He shuddered, a sheen of sweat breaking out over his sleek muscles. When he next pushed inside me, I tightened my muscles, gripping him as best I could despite the slickness of my sex. Fine tremors began unravelling over him and, heaven help me, but I loved seeing him on the edge, vulnerable and utterly lost in his pleasure.
Greedy need and the soul-deep yearning to unleash my true self prowled through me. Before I could withhold it, I pulled his earlobe between my teeth, bit lightly and relished his deep groan.
‘I’d love to keep you like this for ever. Right here on the edge until you lose your mind for me. Or you beg me to end the unbearable pain. Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t.’
Slowly, his eyes dragged open, intoxication drenching them as he stared down at me. ‘Whatever pleases you, min elskerinde.’
My heart lurched wildly, the leash slipping another terrifying fraction.
This was too good to be true. He was too good to be true. Every single relationship I’d invested in since childhood had crashed and burned.
Whether initiated with childlike abandonment or after careful introspection and tending, each one had eventually turned sour, mocking my every effort to cultivate and maintain a sustainable connection. I couldn’t need him this much, crave him this deeply.
The reminder threatened to dampen my spirits, caution seeping into my blood, cooling a layer of the frenzy triggering my yearnings. His fine tremor focused me, fine-tuned my pleasure so I could concentrate on him.
He really was perfect. Despite hard arousal etched on his face, he still moved inside me to the steady rhythm I’d instructed. I leaned up again, nipped at the skin beneath his jaw, revelling in the shudder that racked his frame.
‘Beg me to make you come. Beg me to let you fuck me harder,’ I whisp
ered in his ear.
‘Please, min elskerinde,’ he said hoarsely.
‘Please what?’
‘May I fuck you harder? Make you come?’
‘That wasn’t quite what I ordered, was it?’
He shook his head. ‘No, but I’ll come harder for you if you go first.’
‘Satisfying me gives you pleasure.’ It wasn’t a question. More like a shaken realisation that cracked another layer of the foundation I’d striven to safeguard myself with.
‘Yes.’ A simple, gruff admission that floored me. And intensified my hunger for him.
He registered the fresh wetness between my legs and his eyes lit with pleasure.
Jensen Scott might be a submissive, but he was a clever, powerful one who knew exactly which buttons to press. The thought of him doing this with another woman, somewhere in the hazy future away from this warm and toasty cocoon, drove my fingers into his flesh.
He gave another sexy growl, his hips jerking for an uncontrollable second. He righted himself immediately, his strokes measured as he awaited my command. Keeping my grip on his hair, I slid another hand between our bodies, beneath where we were joined, to grip his balls.
‘Christ!’
Despite his harsh breathing, he kept up the steady pace. Impressive.
‘How much longer can you hold out?’ I taunted.
His jaw gritted before he replied, ‘For as long as you need me to.’
I wanted his complete surrender, for the beautiful body poised above mine to drown in utter bliss along with me. The sweat drenching his skin said he was close. I wrapped my legs tighter around his hips, clenched him deep within me. ‘Give it to me, Jensen. Give me everything you’ve got.’
Like a lion uncaged, he scooped a hand beneath me, angled my hips up, and then pounded me deep, hard thrusts that stole the breath from my lungs. Sounds of our decadent fucking filled the quiet cabin, adding another layer of erotic desire that drew me closer to the edge. Within minutes, I was mindless, a scream ripping from my throat as my orgasm hit with earth-shaking force. My internal muscles milking him, I heard him growl against my throat as he followed, coming with endless shudders until we were both spent.