"Gabrielle?" He was close to her face, caressing her hair.
She nodded but the crying continued. "More," she sobbed.
"No. It's enough," he rubbed her back, her shoulders.
"I need it. Please."
"I'm afraid it may be more than you're ready for. Breathe."
It seemed like an eternity passed while she cried and he soothed her with soft words and gentle touches.
"Do you feel better?" he asked when she met his eyes.
She nodded, feeling his cock against her thigh. "Fuck me, Julian. Fuck my ass." She needed him inside her, there. It was something she couldn't make sense of, not just yet.
He stepped behind her, pressing his cock against her buttocks while his fingernails scratched her too tender flesh before spreading her cheeks apart. Two fingers slid easily into her pussy as she responded.
She turned to watch as he tore open the condom and pulled it over his very hard, very thick cock. He then opened the tube of lubricant and squeezed some onto his fingers. Sliding his cock deep into her pussy, he rubbed her asshole with the lube until the passage opened to him. She moaned as, after lubricating his cock, he positioned the head of it at her anus.
"Open for me, relax and let me in."
She did as he pressed into her, his cock thicker than the plug had been and much longer. But she took him, her passage expanding to accommodate him. He gained a few inches, then withdrew slowly several times which had her begging for more. The sensation was intoxicating, satisfying and she closed her eyes, laying her face on the desk.
"Good girl, let yourself relax," he said, one hand moving to find her clit. "I'm going to fuck you hard, Gabrielle and I want to feel you cum."
"Yes…please…" she begged, her eyes still closed. When he began pumping, she lifted her hips to him and turned to face forward, losing herself in her first orgasm. He didn't let up with either his hand or his cock as he fucked her harder and deeper, filling her completely. She climaxed over and over, thinking she couldn't take one more second when she felt the twitch of his cock and he stilled deep inside her ass, his fingers closing tight around her clit sending her over the edge one last time.
Chapter Six
Julian loaded Gabrielle's bag into the trunk of her car as she stood back watching. It was almost noon. She would be flying to Amsterdam later today and would be there for the week on business before going home. Although sad to say goodbye, she also felt good. She felt lighter, if that was the right word.
He closed the trunk and turned to her.
"Gabrielle," he began, "have you considered the fact that your husband had been drunk and had chosen to get into that car and drive?"
Her eyes filled with tears and she couldn't answer.
"The accident wasn't your fault, you know that in your heart, don't you?" he asked, taking hold of her arms.
"I know, but I also know that he wouldn't have done it if I hadn't been kissing another man."
"Time to stop punishing yourself. Nothing will come from it," he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out an envelope.
"What's that?" she asked when he held it out for her.
"It's an invitation. For you."
"What sort of invitation?" she asked, taking it. She was just about to open it when he put his hand over hers and stopped her.
"No, not for now. I want to be clear on something, make sure I'm not misreading anything."
She nodded, her expression growing serious.
"What are you feeling for me?"
She took some time to think, but knew her answer. "I…"
"Honesty, remember our deal."
She nodded. "I would be lying if I said I didn't feel anything for you, Julian."
"It's natural for you to feel very close to me, at least right at first. When you give your power to someone, there's a level of trust that comes with those feelings. An attachment. I want you to wait to open that envelope, wait a few weeks and process everything. See if you still feel the same way about me then. If you do, well, you'll see what's inside then."
"What about you? How do you feel about me?"
"I like you. Very much, Gabrielle. But you need to be really clear if what you're feeling for me isn't just because of the role I played for you. If it's real, it'll be there. If not, well, then we've had a wonderful time together, haven't we?"
She nodded, tucking the envelope into her purse and letting him wrap her in the security of his arms.
"Good bye, Gabrielle," he said, kissing the top of her head as he held her tight.
"Good bye, Julian. And thank you."
He kissed her deeply one last time before helping her into her car. Gabrielle smiled as she drove out of the parking lot, losing sight of him in the rear view mirror as she headed down the road. About two hours into her drive, she stopped to fill up her car. The corner of the envelope peeked out of her purse and she reached for it. He'd told her to wait, but curiosity got the better of her and she tore it open. Inside was a note:
If you'd like to take our relationship to the next level...
Julian
The second sheet was a receipt for an open plane ticket from Miami to Denver. Smiling, she tucked it back inside the envelope and set it in her purse. She'd come to the B&B to face the guilt that had tormented her for two years and she'd started to do that. She was by no means through it. In fact, she'd just barely scratched the surface. Now it was time to figure out what role Julian would play in her life. Was she falling in love with him or would the endorphins wear off after a few weeks back in her old life?
No, she wouldn't let herself think about that now. She needed a few more hours of bliss, of knowing that someone who knew her darkest secret had chosen to stay with her. Wanted to be with her. She felt good, safe, almost like Julian's arms were still wrapped around her.
The End
About the Author
I am an author of BDSM erotica where an undertone of tenderness is key. I like to explore the world and minds of the Dominant male and the submissive female, creating characters who are both powerful and vulnerable, perhaps damaged, but with an incredible capacity to love.
When I started writing, I decided that I wouldn't censor myself and so far, I've kept that promise. I enjoy writing explicit scenes and that allows me to push my characters to their edge and keep them there while offering the audience a very hot read.
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Below is an excerpt from my book Pierced
Chapter One
She’d been considering coming into the tattoo parlor for some time. Anthony had noticed her park her car, get out and walk first toward, then past the shop for weeks now. Someone else might not have paid any attention, but Anthony did. He and his brother Joel owned the tattoo parlor on Fifth and Crescent with the huge picture window that overlooked the busy street. Joel, the younger of the two, worked a few hours a week. Anthony, at thirty-seven, had been tattooing for the last ten years and Chaos was his baby. He’d established Chaos four years ago, and now, after what seemed like ages, they finally had enough money saved up to renovate the place. But renovations meant a stop to business, or at least less business, so as Anthony worked on the shop, he had time to observe the passersby and this woman had caught his attention.
Although she was not what most guys considered hot, Anthony found her sexy. She was small, maybe five feet, two inches tall, and had long, dark hair, a slim figure, and an incredible ass. In fact, that was what had caught his eye—her ass as she walked away from the shop that first time. A small waist that swelled into a nice pair of soft, round cheeks that he couldn’t help but imagine getting his hands on. The loo
k in her eyes told him her heart pounded as she considered whether or not she had the guts to walk into a tattoo parlor with a guy like him inside.
Anthony was about six feet, three inches tall. He worked out some and mostly just had a good, solid build; always had. He shaved his head bald but left a short layer of dark stubble on his face. His full- sleeve tattoos tended to scare off suburban women, which she definitely was. He guessed she was about thirty, thirty-two. She didn’twork down here, not dressed like she was. She wore tight faded jeans and a linen jacket most days. Likely patronizing the high-end shopping district located just two blocks away.
And here she was again, her black Audi turning onto the wet street to find a parking space. Anthony kept working as a smile crept along his face. He had a feeling today was going to be the day.
He watched out of the corner of his eye as she tried to fit her car into a tight spot along the street. Clearly parallel parking was not her forte, but she seemed determined. After three tries she finally succeeded, and stepped out of her car. A truck yielded to let her cross the busy lane and she did so, running without an umbrella through the heavy rain. He didn’t look away today; he wanted her to walk in. He wanted to work on her and hoped she’d want something intricate on some very private part of her body. He wanted his hands on her skin.
The bell over the door rang as she opened it and Anthony turned, trying to look at her as he did everyone else who walked into the place.
“Morning,” he said, climbing down from the ladder he was on. He was painting a mural along the wall and it was almost finished. Tribal art would cover all four walls soon, all black and white with one point of bright, powerful red. He liked it; it suited him.
“Good morning,” she answered. Her voice fit with the rest of her: kind of nervous and quiet, coming out small. Anthony smiled as her eyes fixed on the tattoos that marked his arms and neck. He considered taking off his shirt, but knew she’d just go running right out the door that it had taken her weeks to walk through.
“Are you open? I guess you’re renovating,” she said, looking around. Anthony wrapped his paintbrush in foil and wiped off his hands. The room was kind of a mess, but he had to move things around to get the walls painted. He’d left one table in the middle of the room for those clients who still came to get work done. For the most part, though, it was so quiet now that Joel didn’t even need to be at the shop.
“We can work through the renovation. What can I do for you?” Anthony asked, coming a little closer. She looked even smaller now that she stood in front of him. She leaned just a little bit away and he wondered if she was even aware of the small movement. He smiled and held out his hand. She was nervous and maybe a little scared. He
liked that combination very much. “I’m Anthony Lawson; I’m the owner of Chaos and the main
artist. You’re here for a tattoo?” “Oh, no,” she said, slipping her small hand into his rough,
paint-smudged one. “Sorry, I’m Maggie,” she said. “Maggie Adler. Nice to meet you.”
He didn’t let go of her hand but instead waited for her to continue.
“I wanted to have my belly button pierced.” Damn. A piercing. It would be so quick it’d barely be a teaser. “Mmm hmm,” he said, still holding on to her. She kept talking, something she probably always did when she
was anxious. “I was wondering if you do that? I mean, I assumed a tattoo parlor would do that. Only if it won’t hurt so much though,” she quickly added.
Anthony exhaled a small laugh. “Let’s have a look.” He let go of her hand, grabbed the nearest chair and sat down right where he’d been standing. “Lift your top,” he said, his eyes fixed on hers, studying her reaction to him. Christ, he was starting to get hard.
She fumbled to open the buttons on her blazer and lifted her shirt to reveal a flat, tanned stomach. Anthony grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer, setting her off-balance. He held on to her longer than necessary as he pretended to check out her navel. When he released her, she remained where she was, sucking in a breath as he ran his hand over her belly button.
“We can do it now,” he said. “Will it hurt?” she asked. “Depends on your tolerance for pain,” he answered smoothly
and stood. “Lie down on the table while I get a needle.” “Oh. Uh, maybe I should come back when you’re open for real.”
She fumbled with her purse and took a step toward the door. “So you can run away like a frightened little rabbit?” She stared at him wide-eyed. “You won’t come back if you leave now.” He turned to walk to
the back room. “Choose a piece of jewelry from the case, then lie down on the table, Maggie,” he said as he looked over his shoulder at her.
She obeyed. That was a good sign. He figured her to be a submissive; everything about her screamed it, actually. Even her body
type, petite with a great ass for spanking, whipping…
Published by Cobblestone Press, LLC
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http://www.amazon.com/Pierced-ebook/dp/B009KZ0XDK
Table of Contents
Copyright© 2012 Natasha Knight
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
About the Author
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