“Take off my pants.”
Again she hesitated and he wondered at the cause. Her expression was oddly tense. Slowly she moved from his lap to sink to her knees between his legs.
Reaching for his jeans, she released the button then eased the zipper carefully over his erection. Lifting his hips, Jane slid down the pants and boxer briefs to his knees. Pausing to remove his boots, she pulled off the clothing before tossing them aside.
“I want you to suck me.”
Silently she reached for him. Her slim fingers circled his erection and she dipped her head to take him into her mouth. He groaned when she covered the head with her soft tongue. Teasing the slit, her slim hand encircled the thick shaft and gave it a gentle squeeze that almost sent him jumping off the couch.
She took him deeper into her mouth, one sensitive inch at a time. The wet slide of her tongue coupled with the pressure of her hand around his shaft threatened to tear him apart. His hands fisted as she began to move over him, her mouth and fist moving in unison to stroke and tease every straining inch of his cock.
All too soon he began slowly pushing in and out, fucking her lovely mouth. His breathing grew labored and his movements frantic as his release neared.
“Stop!”
Jane sat back, perplexed. “But I thought—”
Lunging forward, his lips met hers stemming the flow of words. Taking her by the shoulders he guided her onto his lap. Their tongues tangled and his cock pressed against her wet pussy.
Before all of his brain cells were centered on his cock, he reached for the end table and grabbed a condom from the drawer. He broke the kiss, taking only seconds to sheath his erection with the thin latex barrier.
“Take me inside, Beauty.”
Without hesitation she reached down to guide his cock into her sweet cunt. They both moaned as she sank onto his cock. The moment he was inside, Antonio needed no further urging. Gripping her hips he thrust upward, his breath hissing between his teeth. She was so tight, so wet he thought he’d lose his mind.
“Fuck me, master, hard.”
Jane tossed her head back and she rode him easily. Her hips rose and fell in concert with his thrusts. Her grip tightened and he felt the tingle of oncoming release deep in his balls. It was too soon, but his ability to stop had eroded the moment she surrounded him.
Her nails dug into his flesh and her keening cries signaled her release. With a final thrust, Antonio gave in to the delicious sensation of her orgasm surrounding his cock. His body shook with the force of his ejaculation and his vision dimmed. Jane’s movements had slowed though she still rode his body like a horse, stringing out his release to the nth degree.
When the storm passed, Antonio gathered her close and allowed his head to fall against her shoulder.
He’d chosen well.
Chapter Eight
Indian-style, Jane was curled up on the window seat wrapped in a bed throw. The terrace below was quiet as the revelers had headed for their beds…or their partner’s bed. Outside the moon cast its cool blue glow over her.
What a difference a few hours made.
Her body ached in all the right places and her new master was sprawled on the bed asleep. Moonlight danced across his carved body, caressing it with the jealous touch of a scorned lover.
His face was turned away but she’d already memorized every handsome inch. Dark eyes framed with thick lashes, a straight nose and generous mouth, it was the face of a fallen angel.
Covering her mouth with her hand, she stifled her laughter. How many people could say they’d just experienced the most spectacular sex of their lives yet they had only seen their partner’s face for a few scant moments in the darkness?
Gentlemen, drop your drawers and present your erections for the lady to inspect.
Her giddy thoughts brought forth an amusing image of a penis lineup. She couldn’t help but laugh even though her mouth was still covered. The window was cool against her forehead and she struggled to stifle her merriment.
“I hope you’re not laughing at me.”
A rough, sleepy voice sounded from the bed followed by the slide of male flesh against the sheets. Their gazes caught and Jane felt as if every bit of oxygen had been ripped from her body.
Antonio lay facedown on the bed, gloriously nude. His long, dark hair was loose around his muscled shoulders and her heart jerked when he smiled at her.
“Are you?”
She cleared her throat. “No, I’m not laughing at you.”
“Then what has amused you so?”
The image of the penis lineup flashed in her mind and she shook her head. “You’d never understand.”
“I might surprise you.”
“You already have.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
His teeth flashed white against his copper skin and he rose from the bed. He was obviously comfortable in his own skin as he made no attempt to cover himself. There was an undeniable sexiness about a man who was unconcerned with his own nudity. He was secure in his body, confident about his standing in the world.
“Scoot over.”
Jane moved to give him space to sit. He pulled her between his thighs then cuddled her to his chest. Male heat penetrated her flesh through the throw and she relaxed into his arms.
“We don’t know each other very well.” His voice was a pleasant rumble against her back.
“No, we don’t.”
“What do you say about continuing our friendship until the end of weekend? I think we have chemistry that should be explored.”
Hallelujah!
“I think that is an excellent idea.”
His arms tightened. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.”
“I said yes, master.”
He chuckled and placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder. Secure in the arms of her new lover, Jane leaned her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Slow leaden warmth invaded her limbs.
“I’d hoped you’d agree as I have much to teach you, Jane. The pleasure you experienced this evening was only the beginning of what your body is capable of.”
“Goodness, I might not survive,” she murmured.
“You will thrive, my pet. The largest organ of the human body is our flesh and I have every intention of seducing every last inch of yours.”
“When can we begin?” Her words were slurred.
“In the morning. We will have breakfast and I want to introduce you to a good friend of mine. His name is Santos.”
“Mmm…that sounds nice.”
Are you on the edge of your seat? Are you dying to know what happens to our happy couples? Stay tuned for the next installment, Educating Jane Porter…
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Enslaved
© 2008 Sydney Somers
Dominion sentinel Kaela Garrett will go to any lengths to gather evidence against a suspected traitor, even if it means auctioning off her body to the highest bidder. Posing as a slave should have been the perfect cover to gain access to an exclusive gala. Only she hadn’t anticipated a sexy treasure salvager with a grudge outbidding everyone—including her mark—to possess her.
Lorcan Hunt can’t believe the very sentinel who had him arrested six weeks ago is on the auction block, completely at his mercy. What better way to get even—and pass the time until his next job—than force her to submit to every new and wicked revenge he can imagine? His every demand for her submission, however, comes with a price: a burning need that slides under his skin and grows stronger with every concession she makes.
When Kaela finally gives in
to the fierce desire between them, Lorcan finds himself hopelessly caught in an impossible choice. Honor the commitment binding him to his next job—or hold onto the one woman he can never have.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Enslaved:
Kaela scowled at the restraints, jerking their joined wrists up to eye level. “Don’t feel obligated to lavish me with gifts so soon, Hunt. Might give a girl expectations.” And make it a whole lot harder to maintain a respectable distance between them.
A satisfied smile caught the corner of his mouth. “I wouldn’t want to lose my slave in the crowd.”
“I’ll bet.”
Without warning, he snaked an arm around her, hauling her closer.
Too close. Breathing now meant drawing him in, letting him overwhelm her senses when she was still reeling from the unexpected turn of events. Events that gave him every legal right to drag her around. For now. She’d taken the mission knowing the risks, agreed to the terms set forth by the bondskeeper and hadn’t complained, even when the final step meant accepting the mark of an indentured slave on her hip.
But she sure as hell wanted to complain now. The arm looped around her back felt too tight, the grip too possessive, the man holding her too dangerous, arrogant and out of his ever-lovin’ mind. Plastered to his front, the hard planes of his chest made her increasingly aware of how little she wore, and each steady inhale only made the silk bunched between their bodies less noticeable. Seeing as how his gaze dropped to her cleavage, which was perilously close to spilling over his hasty tie job, he knew it too.
“The only expectations you need to worry about,” he growled, “are mine. More specifically, how many ways I’ll want your legs wrapped around me.” His rough voice and the hypnotic sweep of his thumb along her jaw made for a treacherous combination. Made it impossible not to think about it—his body covering hers, his mouth sliding down her throat and her legs anchored around his hips, locking him against her, inside her.
Which made it pretty damn impressive she could respond at all. “Either they left you in solitary confinement too long, or you’ve always been this deluded.”
The dig had the desired effect. Lorcan’s expression darkened and he spun around, jerking her after him. Left with barely enough time to suck in a relieved breath, she had no choice but to follow. It was either that or be dragged. Taking a stand against her prime in the middle of the promenade would land her in the brig faster than being caught on the run.
And that was the best-case scenario. She refused to consider the lengths to which some primes went to teach their slaves a lesson in obedience. Kaela hadn’t forgotten the party she’d attended while tracking a Battalian scientist wanted for testing his biological weapons on innocent settlers in the Astral quadrant.
Lorcan strode away from the promenade, away from Varek’s slave dealer and Caplan. The farther he led her along the spaceport’s winding corridors, the more determined she became to devise a new plan.
Getting him alone could give her the opportunity to incapacitate him, but wouldn’t solve the problem of disengaging the locking mechanism on the bands joining them. She’d need tools for that. Unfortunately, lugging around an unconscious man until she could track down something to do the job would be a bit too conspicuous.
All of which left her back at square one.
He picked up the pace, turning toward the port’s merchant district.
“Hunt,” she began.
“I think Master has a much better ring to it, don’t you?”
“So does fuck y—”
He turned a corner off the main corridor, one she suspected led to a maintenance shaft, and pivoted to face her. “I think you and I need to come to an understanding.”
Kaela snorted. “I think you need to let go of me.” She stared at the hand that molded to her upper arm, mentally running down and discarding any maneuver that would involve breaking her own wrist or arm to get him to release her. Being Lorcan’s slave didn’t qualify for that kind of extreme measure. Yet.
“Now that’s the beauty of this arrangement,” he continued. “What you think doesn’t matter.”
An old anger flared to life inside her, his tone a little too reminiscent of superior officers who’d made it their personal mission to remind her, as often as possible, they didn’t believe she’d earned her position on merit alone. More than once she’d been tempted to point out her mother hadn’t involved herself in Kaela’s life since becoming a quadrant chancellor years ago, let alone pulled any strings where her career was concerned.
Overtly disagreeing with those ignorant opinions had always landed her the shit assignments. She didn’t doubt that disagreeing with Lorcan now would invite retaliation, one she feared would prove she hadn’t been the right sentinel for this assignment. Not taking into account Lorcan’s unexpected role.
Stumbling across Hunt outside a trading settlement on the Outer Rim had given her a way to evade the handful of mercenaries looking for her. Escaping them without having obtained her mission objective or positively identifying the Dominion official Varek was suspected of bribing pissed her off more than getting caught. She hadn’t expected to find anything on Hunt’s ship when he gave her a ride to the closest spaceport, least of all cargo that didn’t belong to him. “It wasn’t personal.”
A cold smile hugged his lips. “It was to me.”
“I was doing my job.”
“We both know you could have looked the other way.”
Not when looking the other way meant ignoring the duties and responsibilities she took seriously. Once any Dominion officer started down that path, letting greed compromise their integrity, a one-way trip to Dadelus penal colony lurked right around the corner.
Lorcan’s eyes narrowed. “You cost me a lot of money.”
“Here’s a tip. Don’t steal.”
“You made the wrong call.”
“Not my problem.”
He leaned in, his mouth hovering above her ear. “It is now.”
She’ll do whatever it takes to get to the top of the professor’s learning curve.
Tamed
© 2008 Lynne Maris
Katrina Keens has discovered the man she longs for, Professor Derek Jacobson, is a Dom. Though BDSM is something she’s never tried, the idea of submitting to Derek is darkly arousing. All she needs is one chance to slip past the strict student-professor boundary he has been unwilling to breach.
And now that opportunity has come, a way to show Derek that she can be the woman he needs. Without waiting for his permission.
Unaware of her identity at a masked sex party, he offers Katrina everything she’s dreamed of—to be her master for the night, teasing her with a promise of intensely arousing discipline and praise.
Only Derek is a demanding master. Learning to serve his needs is a ruthless lesson in pleasure she won’t soon forget.
Warning: Contains graphic language, bondage, toys, anal play, and sexual encounters in public settings.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Tamed:
Chills skittered over her skin as he pushed the cup of the bustier down and exposed one rosy red nipple, bunched tight from his attentions. He skimmed around the outside of the creamy swell, making her wait as he drew nearer to the aching nub. His eyes narrowed, still holding hers, when, at last, he settled his thumb and forefinger at either side of her nipple, then rolling it lightly, increased the pressure.
His thigh slid farther between her legs and back again as he pulled at the pebbled tip. Heat seared her from cunt to tit as he moved his thigh in sync with the tease of his strong fingers at her breast. She gasped at the pinch and pull, until her pleasured moan mingled with her pained cry. She was on the brink of climax, her breath ragged, her heart pounding. Derek! She almost cried out his name but caught herself at the last second. She couldn’t reveal that she knew who he was without revealing her identity as well. At this stage, that was too much of a risk.
He eased his leg back from its hold. The pressure was gone b
ut the heat remained.
She blinked. What was he doing?
Leaning forward so his mouth grazed her ear, he answered the unspoken question. “All you have to do is say it.”
Her voice wavered as she asked, “Say what?”
“Say ‘yes, Master’ and you will be mine for the night.”
There it was. All her planning had come down to this. Everything was within her grasp and all she had to do was choose it. Her throat tightened, stifling her words as she fought the sudden rise of panic swelling within her, the irrational tears that threatened to come. No! This was what she wanted. Clearing her head, she forced herself to study Derek’s face, remember every moment they shared together. She could do this. She wanted to.
He traced half circles back and forth over the tops of her breasts and then stopped to pull the bustier back up over the tortured nipple. The leather was soft against her sensitive skin, but she longed for the wet of his mouth instead. Her mind spun. She was so aroused, so near to coming, she could barely think.
His hands moved to her upper arms and he turned her around, pulling her shoulder blades into his chest. His cock bulged through his pants, pressing against the small of her back, his solid thighs against her ass. They stood angled against the wall in a hallway overflowing with anonymous guests, but for Katrina there was no one there but them. The world ceased to spin in anticipation of her answer. It should have been easy, she’d been planning this night, waiting for her chance for months, but now she was overwhelmed by trepidation.
Did she really dare to uncover what dark desires lay behind those blue eyes that had never looked at her quite this way before?
His left hand circled around her hip and slid under the hiked skirt to her soaked G-string. Grazing her bare neck and shoulder with his teeth, he growled, “You’re so wet now. But this is nothing compared to what I could do to you.” He hooked a finger under the swatch of sodden fabric and pulled it to the side, exposing her clean-shaven pussy to the warm air swirling around them. “These panties are in my way.”
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