He tilted her chin so their eyes met. “That's not a bad thing, Gaby. I would never, ever abuse your gift of submission had you given it to me. Never."
Opening her mouth, she took his shaft inside, feeling it glide over her tongue. Her heart hammered as she closed her lips over it, and Luis released a long breath. She swirled her tongue around his length and moved her head forward more, taking him deeper into her throat. The skin of his cock was soft, a velvet covering over hard steel. She licked it like a tempting piece of candy, loving the familiar salty-sweet taste, and his musky scent invaded her nostrils.
At once, she began the sucking, pulling motion he loved, her head bobbing as she tried to balance herself with her hands tied behind her. This was what he wanted, and only she could bring that fiery light to his eyes.
When she lifted her gaze and looked at him, at his aroused state, at the naked desire in his eyes, she suddenly realized what he'd meant earlier. She did have control. And power. The power to make him hungry and needy. To control the degree of his pleasure. By submitting to him she was giving him a pleasure that he craved. She was the one in charge, even though she gave the decision-making over to him.
She wasn't losing anything. She was actually gaining something. Exaltation flooded her and empowered her, snapping the invisible chains she'd kept wrapped around her heart.
When she used her teeth to graze the sides of his cock, his hands twisted in her hair.
"Easy, easy.” He lifted her head away from him and captured her eyes. “As much as I'd love to come in your mouth, I'm saving it for the proper place.” He lifted her to her feet. “Come. Let me feast on you. I'm so hungry for your taste I'm like a starving man."
That same feeling of power swept through her again with the knowledge that his pleasure would come from hers. How stupid she'd been all this time. Why had she been so blind?
He moved with the speed and grace of a jungle animal as he lashed her to the trunk of a Caribbean pine with another length of the tropical vine. She was pliant in his hands as he sat on his heels before her, widened her stance, separated her labia with great care and licked her entire slit once, twice, three times.
She shivered with every sweep of his tongue, the slightly roughened flesh sending electric shocks through her. When he gently peeled back the hood protecting her clit and took the throbbing bud between his teeth, she was sure her legs would collapse, but she forced herself to stand still the way he liked. Already her juices were trickling down the inside of her thighs.
"Not a sound,” he reminded her. “I can tell you are ready to come this quickly, but don't do it. Wait for my command. Hold back. You know the result will be well worth it."
Still holding her wide open, he stabbed his tongue into her weeping vagina and began to fuck her with it. His nose pressed against her clit, rubbing the tip as his mouth moved in and out of her. Her body responded at once to the stimulation she'd denied herself for so long. Tiny quakes shimmered through her vaginal walls and her womb. She bit her lip hard to keep from moving or crying out.
Like a man who's been deprived for far too long, he was merciless, never giving her a moment to catch her breath or collect her scattered thoughts. He knew her body so well, knew just how far to the edge he could take her and then pull back. His teeth nipped at her clitoris, while the fingers of one hand gathered her gushing juices, spread them on her asshole and plunged two fingers inside.
She screamed his name, sweating with the effort to keep from coming.
Damn him. Damn him anyway. I'm going to come whether he tells me to or not.
But suddenly she knew she wouldn't. All the time they'd been together she'd held back when he told her to, waiting for him to allow her release, but always it had been with resentment. Anger that he was controlling her most intimate responses. Now, with the astounding awareness that her submission was as much control as his dominance only in a different way, the anger was no longer there.
And here in the jungle, away from every vestige of civilization, she could let the wildness within her free. He promised her unbelievable fulfillment. He'd always delivered. Her own desires were what frightened her, not his, nor the loss of independence.
He looked up at her, his face glistening with her liquids. “You are close, mi amor. I know it. But I want you to accept that your most intense pleasure will come from what I do to you, what I permit you. Do you believe me?"
Letting a shuddering breath escape her lips, she nodded her head.
"Good. Then I think it is time for you to feel what you've really been missing."
He rose and painted her lips with the cream on his fingers so she could taste herself. She saw his eyes flame as she opened her mouth to suck off every drop. Then he lifted her legs, twined them around his waist, and gripped her thighs in his powerful hands.
"I'm going to fuck you, sweet Gabrielle, like you've never been fucked before. How I wish we had our toys so I could tease your clit with that little vibrator you love so much. Or bind you properly to a branch from this tree, letting your feet barely touch the ground, while I fucked you with my tongue and my fingers, bringing you to the edge again and again until you begged me to let you come."
She was gushing now, her nipples aching, her cunt throbbing, the brush of her heated ass against the rough trunk of the tree sending shockwaves through her. His cock was as engorged as she'd ever seen it, jutting proudly from its dark nest of curls. If they were home, would he ask to fuck her in front of others at his private club? Would she let him?
Yes, just as she would let him display her for others. Because in doing so she held the key to his pleasure. That was such a powerful thought it made her shiver.
Luis palmed her breasts and moved close enough that his penis rubbed against her mound. “Are you anxious for me, mi amor? Eager to feel my cock deep inside you? To have me once again claim you as mine?"
"Yes,” she breathed. “Please."
Gripping her buttocks he thrust himself inside her, deep enough to press against the mouth of her womb. He held himself motionless, filling every inch of her, using his grip to pull her tight against his body.
"What I wouldn't give to make you mine, my sweet, sweet Gabrielle. As good as it was between us, if only you would accept how much better it would be."
Gaby bit her lip to keep from saying anything, braced her bound hands against the tree behind her and pushed hard against him. She could feel how close he was. Could see it in his eyes. Along with a sadness that pierced her heart.
And then he was moving, hips rolling and thrusting, his fingers sliding to the cleft of her buttocks until they found her anus. Sweat dripped from his forehead, and his breath came in gasps as his climax built. Gaby gritted her teeth, trying to hold back until she had to beg him or lose it altogether.
"Please, Luis.” Her own breath was rasping. “Let me come."
"Yes, mi amor. Now."
He thrust two fingers into her rectum as his seed spurted inside her, and she came with shattering intensity. Her orgasm roared through her, contracting her muscles and shaking her so hard she was sure she'd fall apart. No one had ever been able to make her come like this. No one.
They were sweating and heaving when the violent shudders became aftershocks, and the aftershock became tiny quivers. At last he lowered her legs to the ground and leaned his forehead down to hers. Breathing was a problem, and Gaby's heart was beating so fiercely against her ribs she thought they'd crack.
Long moments passed before he roused himself, unlashed her from the tree and untied her hands. She slipped her arms around him and pressed herself against his heated skin. God, what a fool she'd been. She'd been so afraid of her own feelings and understood so little she'd wasted an entire year of her life. Of their lives. But what to do now?
"We must get dressed.” He set her away from him. “They'll be here soon."
"Yes, I know."
It was dark now, and impossible for her to see his face. Was he as sad as she was?
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bsp; She pulled on her clothes, rolled up the thermal sheet and pulled out two sets of night vision goggles. Then, with her comm.gear in place and her pack strapped securely on her back, she checked the coordinates on her GPS and set off through the thick plants clogging the way. Luis followed behind her, neither of them saying a word.
She slid one hand into her pocket and felt the bumpy surface beneath the fabric. She'd kept the tiny plastic envelope zipped into the secret pocket wherever she'd gone this past year. At night when she was lonely, she held it in her fingers. By day she used it to chase away lingering confusion. If only she'd had one day when she was certain she'd made the right decision. Touching it now only increased her turmoil.
Before long they were at the extraction site, as far away from any observation as she could make it. A narrow opening in the canopy of trees would allow them to lower a rope ladder and haul the two of them up.
Just as Gaby checked her watch, she heard the distinctive sound of the chopper rotors. A voice crackled in her ear, and she murmured recognition. In seconds, a ladder descended through the thick leaves, and she insisted Luis go first.
"I will not leave you here,” he argued.
"I'll be right behind you. Get your ass up there because we only have a short amount of time."
He was too much of a professional to give her more of a hard time. Instead, he hauled himself up to the waiting helicopter and tossed the ladder back down to her. She was partway up when she signaled them to lift away, and as they swooped over the treetops, she reached the last rung and hands pulled her into the cabin.
"How's it going, Gaby?” Chad Hollister turned around in his seat and grinned at her. “What's the matter, no taxis in this part of the world?"
"Just thought I'd make you guys get off your ass for a while, keep you from getting lazy."
Chad laughed, and then held out his hand to Luis. “Glad to have you back, amigo. I guess it got pretty hairy where you were."
Luis nodded. “You might say."
"Well, hold on, we need to get the hell out of here before we're noticed. Time to talk later."
There was no further conversation as they swung out over the Gulf of Mexico and headed for the Texas coast. Luis sat on the floor, legs folded, staring straight ahead at the dark night sky. Gaby moved herself to the back of the cabin, needing whatever space she could get to dig through her clouded mind. She leaned her head back against the metal, closed her eyes and slipped her hand in her pocket again.
Against the screen of her closed eyelids she saw herself with Luis, in all their many variations. Laughing. Walking on the beach. Naked in the shower. Her naked body, wrists and ankle encased in soft manacles, spread out on the leather bench while Luis warmed her ass and her pussy with the flogger. Her legs draped across his thighs, soft music playing as he carefully shaved every bit of her pubic hair to leave her mound bare to his eyes. The flare of heat in his eyes as he brought her to the edge of release again and again, controlling the moment when a shattering orgasm crashed down on her.
Caring for her in a hundred different ways. His kindnesses. His tenderness. Always putting her comfort first. Rubbing a soothing balm into her heated skin. Feeding her from his hand.
And he'd seen. He'd known. She'd be the perfect submissive because the life called to her. Yet he never, ever tried to take away her spirit or her independence. Whatever she gave him she'd do out of love.
God, what a fucking fool she'd been.
At last, she felt the shift in the helo and knew they were descending. She sat up and began to straighten her clothes. Then they were down, Luis first out of the cabin, reaching a hand back to help her jump down. Chad and the pilot followed.
"The boss said to give you a lift back to Mexico,” Chad said, “just as soon as we delivered this sorry package.” He grinned at Luis.
Gaby had buttoned her shirt up to her throat. Now, she undid the top one and spread the fabric. Laying against her skin was the thin gold chain with a tiny L at its center that Luis had tried to get her to wear what seemed a lifetime ago. She'd carried it with her every moment for a year. His collar, the sign to the world she belonged to him.
His breath hissed as he caught sight of it, and hope sparked in his eyes.
Heart beating like a hummingbird's, she reached out and curled her hand into his. “No, thanks anyway. Luis and I will be just fine."
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Wicked In Wales
by
Eve Savage
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Dedication
To my husband and children—None of this is possible without your love and support. I love you so much.
To my family—You never said it couldn't be done.
To the Mt. Helicon Muses—It's a privilege to be on this trip with you as we follow our dreams.
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Wales, UK
"Can I buy a vowel?"
Leia Weisman stared at the impossibly long name on the train station sign hanging from the ceiling. The name had to be at least forty letters long. “Llanfairpwllgwyng—oh, forget it. Where the hell am I?"
Just her luck. The one day she decided to not concentrate on business and actually go see the sights of Wales, a strike stranded her in God-only-knew-where.
She fished for the map in her bag and laughed. “Lake Chaubunagungamaug's got nothing on this place.” Of course, that was the short name for the lake where her family had a summer home in Webster, Massachusetts. The formal name had almost fifty letters.
Leia smiled, thinking about the lake. She missed it. Amazing what working eighteen hour days for nine months on a hotel project could do to you. She found the map and studied it.
"Now, where am I?"
A deep chuckle behind her interrupted her musings. “You're in Llanfair PG. That's what the tourists call it at least. The real name's a bit longer."
His soft Welsh accent ran like a shiver up Leia's spine.
"I can see that.” She turned and found herself staring at a chest. A broad chest covered in a dark blue button-down shirt tucked into faded jeans outlining a very impressive package. Her mouth watered.
It was him.
The man had been on the train sitting across from her. They'd exchanged glances and smiles as friendly strangers do. Once during the trip from Colwyn Bay he'd leaned over Leia to grab a paper someone left on the seat. His arm had grazed her breast, and lightning danced across her skin.
He'd smelled wonderful. Clean. Fresh. Masculine. A bit like pine. It took everything she had to not bury her nose in his neck and breathe him in. Her breasts had tightened, and her nipples were so hard she was sure they were about to break through her bra.
He was a walking porn movie. Sex oozed from every pore. His casual stance by the train sign belied the strength she saw in the tanned arms showing from under rolled up sleeves. The worn denim molded to thighs as big as tree trunks. Were they as tanned as his arms? She'd give up her favorite Marc Jacobs purse to have a glimpse. Okay, more than a glimpse.
How long had it been since she'd had sex? Far too long.
"Like what you see, love?"
"Oh, yeah,” she said on a moan. The bulge in his jeans twitched. Leia's eyes widened, and heat rose up her cheeks. She never stared at a man's crotch. But she could stare at this one forever. Especially if it kept growing right in front of her eyes.
It was kind of nice to know she wasn't the only one afflicted with lust at first sight.
She pulled her gaze up to see the vein in his neck pulse and resisted the urge to lick him and discover what he would taste like.
Her mother would have a coronary to know her younger daughter was practically salivating in a train station over a man.
She really needed to get a love life, as her best friend, Ariel, constantly reminded her.
Okay, a sex life.
A long, hard, throbbing sex life.
Maybe he'd be willing to apply for the job? Mystery man was certainly
well equipped.
Dong! A loud clock chime pulled her out of a fantasy of the two of them naked and sweaty, breaking a law of physics or two.
"Huh? What?” The train fumes must've melted her brain. Leia crossed her arms in front of her breasts, caught her bottom lip between her teeth and set her gaze firmly on his.
His crystal grey eyes twinkled back at her as he smiled. “I said, ‘You can try talking to him, but he's not very good at conversation.’”
Leia laughed. “Well, I'm sure there are quite a few things he's very good at."
Did she really just say that? Out loud?
His mouth took on a wicked slant as he touched a finger to her cheek. “Maybe you'll find out for yourself sometime."
Was he serious?
The rapid pulse of her blood and in her clit told her she was totally serious. Her panties were wet, her nipples ached, and it was all she could do to stand up straight.
This had to be the most bizarre conversation of her life. Awesome.
That smile of his could melt steel. And there was nothing wrong with some harmless flirting. “Maybe I will. My place is a bit far from here. Looks like we'll have to go to yours."
"Ready when you are."
Yeah, right. Men like him didn't seriously flirt with women like her. She was too tall. Too ballsy. Too career oriented. Not particularly skinny. The realization threw a bucket of water on her hormones.
He must've noticed her change in demeanor because he smiled and hooked a finger on a pocket of his jeans. “Um, you looked a little lost. Can I help you find something?"
Oh, boy, could he ever. Just give her a bed, a bottle of champagne, some silk ties and an hour or four. His jaw was shadowed in dark hair matching the close cropped military haircut. To see into his eyes, Leia had to look up, which made him well over six feet. She was five nine.
And in heels.
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