OnlyatTheCavern

by Anna Alexander

  Without the slightest hesitation, he dropped to his knees and placed his hands on his thighs and lowered his gaze. The sight of her bare feet sent a jolt of electricity to his cock. Immediately the exhaustion caused by thirty-six straight hours of questioning, reports and more questioning evaporated.

  “How may I please you, Mistress?”

  After all they had been through, she was still his Mistress. That hadn’t changed because she agreed to take their relationship to the next level. If anything it only strengthened his conviction to be the man she needed him to be whenever she wished.

  “Good boy.” She circled him once and dug her fingers into his hair, drawing a groan.

  After another rotation she cupped his face in her hands and lifted his chin. As she gazed into his eyes, she stroked his lips and cheeks with her thumbs, and he melted like whipped cream on hot skin.

  “What, oh what, shall I have my boy do for me?” she asked as she feathered kisses across his forehead.

  “May I make a suggestion?”

  “You may.”

  “I’m calling in my favor.”

  She drew back with a puzzled frown. “What favor?”

  “You owe me for letting you come on the raid.”

  “Ah…that favor. Are you certain you want to cash that in now?”

  “Positive.”

  She straightened with a smile. “And what is this favor you will have me do?”

  He shot to his feet and pulled her against his chest. “Whatever I want.”

  The struggle as to whether she’d concede all control swirled in her dark eyes. He held his breath and allowed her the chance to decide without his influence if she’d acquiesce.

  She blew out a long breath and softened in his arms. “What will you have me do? Master.”

  Heat raced from his head to his toes as the power of those words ignited powder kegs of lust in his veins.

  Anything and everything was his initial response, but at the top of his list was to confirm the fact that she was there in his arms, and for one solitary moment there was nothing and no one to interrupt them for the foreseeable future.

  He captured her lips in a deep, bruising kiss and cupped his hands under her butt, lifting her against his pelvis and the erection she created. If he had been a professional Dom, he’d probably have some smooth moves to slowly crank up the heat until they both couldn’t take it any longer, but he wasn’t that guy. All he wanted was to immerse himself in his woman. Taste and feel and take what he wanted for as long as he wanted. Debonair and suaveness could jump off a cliff.

  Not that Jasmine appeared put off by his caveman handling. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to climb up his body, only to be stopped by the tight skirt keeping her legs from parting.

  “I’ve got you, baby,” he muttered against her lips and lifted her into his arms.

  “Is calling me baby part of the deal?”

  “I’m going to call you all sorts of things. Baby is one.” He carried her into the bedroom and dropped her onto the mattress with a little bounce.

  With the control in his hands, he realized he now had the opportunity to say all of the things she forbade when they were in her dungeon. Man, he only hoped he could maintain the brainpower to form a coherent sentence.

  He brushed the backs of his fingers against her cheek. “Mine is another. You’re mine, Jasmine. Your mouth is mine. Your pussy is mine.” He reached into the cup of her bustier and pinched her nipple. “Your breasts are mine too. Now, be a good girl and show me my tits.”

  Heat flared in her eyes as she sucked in a breath at his vulgar language. Yeah, his girl liked it naughty, even when she wasn’t the one leading the charge.

  Her hands shook as she worked the catches of her bustier and pulled the sides away. The soft mounds of her breasts pooled into his waiting hands where he rolled the soft flesh in his palms.

  “I love your breasts.” He bent down and alternated taking the hard buds into his mouth. “The first time I saw you in the club, and you were wearing that sheer top, my God, I’ve thought of these babies every day since then. You don’t share them with me enough, you tease.”

  Judging by the sly chuckle she tried to hide, the little witch knew exactly how much she tortured him. In retaliation, he sucked the skin on the inside of her left breast between his teeth until a purple bruise formed. By morning he’d make sure she bore more of his marks on her flesh.

  “Lie back and take off your skirt,” he instructed and tackled the buttons of his shirt. “Look at you with no panties. Damn, that’s sexy.”

  “Aren’t you Mr. Chatty.” She smiled and tossed her skirt to the side.

  “You never let me talk. I’d be talking nonstop, if you gave me a chance.” His pants joined her clothes on the hardwood floor.

  “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  “You do that. Now, get on your knees.”

  With a sensuous roll of her hips, she moved to her hands and knees and offered her backside with a playful wiggle. Her teasing laughter ended with a gasp as his hand landed with a hard whack to her right butt cheek.

  “Ow.” She glared at him over her shoulder. “What was that for?”

  “That was for all of the times you’ve teased me until I lost my mind.” Smack. “And that one was for making me like it.”

  He alternated smacks, loving the way her flesh rippled and turned pink. “And this is for asking to be placed near danger. And that’s for thinking I would want to change anything about you. And this one is for pushing me away.”

  “Marco,” she cooed and arched her back.

  He kneeled behind her and rubbed the length of his cock between the slick lips of her sex, then he popped her on the butt again. “And that one is because you love it this way.”

  “Please, Marco,” she panted and wiggled her reddening ass. “Please. Fuck me.”

  “I don’t know.” He worked two fingers into her drenched sheath. “Maybe I should tease you like you tease me. Keep you on edge until you scream.”

  “No, no, no. Please don’t. Please, please.”

  “You beg so prettily.” He leaned down and bit her hip. “I want to hear more.”

  His fingers plunged and rubbed, teased and tormented, drawing out her cries and a hot gush of cream from her beautiful pussy with each stroke. He leaned down and ran his tongue down her spine as his free hand stroked her body from neck to clit. With each cry and moan, he absorbed the sounds of her pleasure until his teeth ached.

  When her cries became sobs and her sheath fluttered around his fingers, he withdrew from her body. His legs trembled as he crossed to the nightstand for a condom. With the foil-wrapped packet in his hand, he turned his attention back to Jasmine and froze.

  She waited for him on all fours, her cheeks a lovely shade of pink and her eyes glowing with fire as she stared up at him with so much passion, she about burned him alive. Her breasts swayed as she shivered and her lips were puffy from his kisses. She was a bitch in heat. His bitch. Impatiently waiting for him to claim her.

  As the cream from her pussy cooled on his skin, he realized that aside from their shared bath, this was the first time they were completely naked with each other. There was no cloth separating their skin. They were stripped to their core, and he wanted to keep it that way.

  He held her gaze and set the condom onto the nightstand, then stepped away. She watched him as he climbed back onto the bed and settled the bare knob of his cock against her entrance and held his breath. Her expression shifted from confusion to understanding. Her tongue swept over her lower lip then she lowered her shoulders to the mattress and lifted her hips into the air.

  He dug his fingers into her flanks as he set his jaw and rammed his cock home. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned and his eyes crossed as her wet heat enveloped him in a tight grasp. “You undo me. You absolutely fucking undo me.”

  Any thoughts of going slow and steady dissipated in a heartbeat. His pelvis took over and set a punishing pace as his body w
eight drove her into the mattress. Jasmine responded by grinding against him, her moans and grunts encouraging him to take her harder, faster.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet and tight.” He fisted the sheets near her head and bore down. His lungs burned as he panted in her ear. “You drive me crazy. Out of control. Can’t. Get deep enough. Inside you.”

  “Marco.” Trapped beneath his punishing lunges, she bucked and rolled and gazed at him with wild eyes framed by strands of her dark hair that stuck to her sweaty cheeks. “Marco.”

  “That’s it. Say my name. Me. I’m the only one who can give this to you. I’m the only one that can take away your control. And keep you safe. Admit it.”

  Her pussy tightened around his cock as she gasped and her body stiffened beneath him. As her breath hitched, tremors rolled through her body as she gazed up at him with unseeing eyes. And still he continued, lunging into her spasming sheath with brutal thrusts, riding the wave of her orgasm and drawing out her pleasure even as his own release pounded in his veins.

  Jasmine moaned, low and sultry as her muscles went lax and she melted beneath him, struggling for breath. A slow smile curled her lips and she mouthed the words he didn’t expect.

  “I love you.”

  The declaration zapped the remaining energy in his arms, and he pressed her deeper into the mattress. He rubbed his forehead against hers as his heart felt as if it were about to explode. “Damn, baby. I’m wrecked.”

  “That’s why I love you.”

  Nothing else mattered at that moment but to submerge himself in his woman. He gathered her in his arms and felt the fire of release burn down his spine as his cock swelled in her sheath. Between biting kisses and gasps for breath, he grunted, “Love you.”

  Jasmine’s eyes widened before she screamed into the mattress as she came a second time. Her sweet pussy squeezed his turgid length in hard draws, sucking the cum from his cock as he flooded her sheath with his seed. His entire body was aflame, leaving him deaf, blind and a quivering mass of flesh and bone. Even if he wanted to move, he lacked the coordination to do anything more than twitch with residual adrenaline.

  “I love you. But. Can’t breathe.” She slapped at his head with a weak hand.

  “Sorry,” he mumbled and managed to roll to his side, keeping his arms wrapped around her until their breathing slowed to normal and the sweat cooled on their skin. Goose bumps erupted across her arms as she shivered in his hold.

  By then he regained enough of his strength to drop kisses across her shoulder and around to the curve of her breast. She watched him with a sated gaze as he continued with a line of kisses down her torso and the soft pad of her belly. Her thighs parted with the slightest nudge, revealing the ripe fruit of her sex. He saw her hold her breath then release it in a rush as he touched his tongue to her clit before moving lower to lap up their combined release. She giggled and worked her fingers into his hair.

  He took his sweet time building her up into another orgasm, soothing her swollen flesh with the flat of his tongue and soft caresses. He worshipped at the altar of Jasmine. Paid homage to the woman who made him want and hunger in ways he didn’t know were possible. Who cut him to the bone with one look and the sound of his name from her lips.

  When he had asked, with all of his naivete for her to take him on as her submissive, he sensed that she’d be able to provide him with that intangible something he sensed was missing in his life but didn’t know what to name. Not only did she deliver on her promise in spades, but he in turn learned how to be the man she needed. The man who’d cherish her drive to be in control, but give her the safety and solace when asked to lower that hard-won guard.

  Their combined flavor burst across his tongue in a savory cocktail that made him smile. He’d eagerly lap up his cum from her skin every time just to watch her head toss back and forth on the mattress and her hips roll, trying to move his mouth against her sweet spots. She stroked his scalp with one hand and plucked at her nipples with the other in a wanton display that brought the steel back to his cock.

  “You are so sexy.” He thrust his fingers into her sheath in a smooth, steady glide. “You’re even sexier when you come. Will you come for me again? Please?”

  He took her clit between his lips and sucked on the sweet berry until she moaned and squeezed his fingers in a rhythmic pulse of release, pushing more of their cum into his mouth.

  As she floated down from the heavens, he trailed the tip of his tongue up her torso and between her breasts. She grabbed his head and brought him down for a kiss to share their taste.

  “Thank you,” she said and snuggled into the curve of his body.

  He slid his arm beneath her head and brushed the hair off her cheeks. “Ah, Jasmine. I’m gonna say all this now, and please know it’s not the sex talking, but I love you. You are it for me. My one and only. I know that at times I’ll probably do the stupid man thing and take you for granted and not tell you enough, but I love you. You. Exactly as you are.”

  “Don’t make me sound as if I’m perfect.” She pressed kisses to his chin. “After a three-day shift I’ll be cranky and want to take out my frustrations on your backside. But know that with every lash, I’ll be loving you.”

  “I’m counting on it, baby.”

  She chuckled and pushed him onto his back then straddled his lap, lowering her pussy down his erect shaft. “Let’s get one thing straight. Stop calling me baby.”

  “You like it. Your pussy flutters every time I do. Baby.”

  “Keep it up and I’ll have to punish you.” She reached out and twisted his nipple.

  “Ow,” he cried and his cock jerked in her sheath. “Does this mean you’re back in charge?”

  “I’ve always been in charge. That’s why I’ve come three times and you only once.”

  “You are an evil genius.”

  “Who loves you.”

  “Thank the lord.”

  “Now, for your punishment, baby.” She cupped her breasts and rode up and down his shaft. “Reach up and grab the edge of the mattress. Don’t move, or I’ll bring out the ball gag and strap-on.”

  The idea that she’d take him up the ass excited him in ways he didn’t ever think were possible and his hips jerked as if she had already penetrated him. Maybe he should disobey her just to unleash the full force of her genius.

  Her raised eyebrow warned him that she knew his thoughts and expected better of him.

  He settled into the bed as he gripped the mattress as instructed, and was rewarded with a sexy smile. His Mistress would take care of all of his needs.

  “Good boy.” She slammed her hips down on his cock. “You’re catching on.”

  “I live to serve, Mistress.”

  About Anna Alexander

  Anna Alexander’s literary world changed at age thirteen when a friend gave her Kathleen E. Woodiwiss’ A Rose in Winter. With her mind thoroughly blown, Anna decided that one day she too would become a romance novelist. With Hugh Jackman’s abs and Christopher Reeve’s blue eyes as inspiration, she loves spinning tales about superheroes finding love.

  The Cloudy skies over her Pacific Northwest home give her plenty of opportunity to indulge in her passions, which are reading, writing and snuggling with a steaming cup of Irish coffee. Now if she could only find a hot Irishman to go with it, then life would be perfect.

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  Also by Anna Alexander

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  Heroes of Saturn 5: Hero Rising


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