by J. S. Scott
He pulled the tie from her hair and let it fall free around her shoulders. "You are so beautiful," his voice was husky. He picked her up and carried her to his huge bed. Her back was caressed by silk as she met the sheets. His body covered her as his mouth licked at her lips, demanding entrance. Holly surrendered with a soft moan and opened to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, spearing her fingers into his soft, damp hair as he devoured her mouth. Their tongues entwined and danced as he moved to let his hand slide down her body. His finger slid smoothly through her slippery pussy, caressing her softly, teasing her.
She whimpered into his mouth, her body on fire. She needed this man. She wanted him to fuck her until she was senseless. She wanted to drown in him, his delicious, masculine scent and powerful body.
He stroked her clit smoothly with just enough pressure to make her squirm. He took his mouth from hers and slid sensually down her body. His hot tongue was trailing over her skin as he went, leaving licks of fire wherever it touched.
His fingers still teased her lightly as his tormenting tongue circled on her thighs.
"Logan, please," she begged. She couldn't take another moment of his teasing. Her whole body was primed and she wanted to climax. She had never felt this kind of longing and fevered desire.
"Tell me what you want, Holly," he demanded sharply.
"I need...I want...," she trailed off in a groan. She had never really burned like this. She wasn't used to this. She had never expressed her sexual wants vocally.
"Tell me. Do you want my mouth on you?" His voice was compelling.
He increased the pressure of his fingers slightly, making her utter a soft cry.
"Oh, God. Yes, Logan. I need your tongue." The words tripped from her mouth in a strangled voice. She needed him now.
He rewarded her by burying his face in her moist heat. His tongue stroked over her tender folds, making his way leisurely through her juices, lapping them up as he explored. His hands spread her legs wide, opening her completely, and he feasted. He gave her what she wanted, what she needed.
She reached her hands down, burying them in his silky hair, nudging his head deeper. Her hips rose up off of the bed as his tongue was blazing over her needy pussy. His fingers stroked her thighs as his tongue delved deeper, harder.
His mouth sucked and pulled at her clit, exposing the sensitive bud, his tongue laving it over and over.
His movements grew faster and more urgent and her body clenched, stretched taut from his frenzied attack.
"Yes, Logan, yes. Your mouth feels so good," she panted as she pulled his head against her, grinding into his face.
Her orgasm slammed into her with fiery intensity. She moaned as her head thrashed, her body rocked and trembled. Her hands left Logan's head and clenched the silk sheets gasping anything that could keep her grounded as she came apart. Logan lapped at her creamy stream as the pulsations continued to take her.
She was still breathless as he moved up her body. She was sated, but she still wanted him. She ached to touch him.
"Can I touch you?" she breathed softly as he nuzzled her neck.
He rolled onto his back. "I'm all yours." His grin was wicked and it made her bold, bolder than she had ever dared to be previously. Her hands ran over his incredible body, smoothing over naked chest and muscular abs. It was like smooth skin over steel. She took her time exploring, loving the feel of him, the smell of him.
Her fingers closed over his large phallus lightly. She lowered her head to touch the velvety tip with her tongue. He tasted like sex and sin. Her tongue slid down the length of him, enjoying the hard, satin softness over the hard rod.
Logan's hips thrust as he told her a tortured voice, "You're killing me, Holly. Take it in your mouth. Suck me."
She smiled as she savored his desire. She could do this to him. She could make him eager for her.
Her lips opened wide and took him between them. Her hot mouth sealed and sucked, her tongue pressing hard against his cock. She knew the friction would make him hotter.
"Oh, hell yeah...Holly." His hips were pumping, fucking her mouth.
She increased the pace, stroking him harder with her lips and tongue. He had his head on a pillow, his eyes watching as she devoured his rigid cock. She should have felt self conscious...but she didn't. His eyes were hot and it encouraged her to please him.
He threw his head back and groaned. He pulled her face away from his groin and pulled her up, urging her to mount his body. "Ride me, Holly. I want to watch you fuck me."
She was hesitant, but she was also hungry for his cock. She climbed over him, grasping him, positioning his cock where she wanted it, needed it. She slid the head under her, fitting him to the needy entrance of her channel. She moaned as she slid down over him, allowing his cock to sink into her aching, wet pussy. She sank all the down slowly, letting him fill her, stretch her completely. The walls of her channel expanded, taking his full length.
"Christ, Holly. Your so tight, wet and hot," he murmured hotly as Holly began to slowly move her hips.
She let herself slide along his length. He was watching her, and she found it incredibly arousing. She lifted her hands and caressed her breasts, her mind functioning on primal instinct. She wanted satisfaction and she wanted to fuck this man until he howled.
Her hips pumped him, his groin rising up to meet her. He grabbed her hips and added his strength to the thrusts. Their skin was slapping together as his forceful strokes brought her down hard and fast on his cock.
“Fuck! You’re so hot, Holly,” Logan growled as his cock slammed into her channel again and again.
His tortured words rattled what was left of her brain. She threw her head back as her body begged for release. She moaned as she pinched her nipples, her entire body hypersensitive.
His hands slid up to her back and he rolled her over with one smooth motion. He was above her, covering her, blanketing her in heat.
She was wild with need, his firm member still inside of her. "Fuck me, Logan. I need you."
His blazing gaze met her vulnerable, pleading eyes. He looked dazed as he whispered, "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."
His mouth met hers, his tongue melting and stroking into her mouth has his tongue entwined with hers. His hands moved under her ass to pull her into his hard strokes as his cock pummeled her relentlessly.
Oh. God. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms encircled his back, trying to bring him closer to her. Her mind was oblivious to anything but their sweaty bodies, his thrusting tongue and his driving, plunging cock.
"I need to come, Logan, Fuck me. It feels so good." Her voice was desperate, dripping with need, her body ready to go up in flames.
He pulled his mouth from hers. She could feel his hot breath hitting the side of her face. His breathing was ragged. "You will, baby."
He reached one hand between their bodies while his other hand held her ass. He slipped his fingers into her wet heat, caressing her slippery clit. He applied pressure, stroking the bud furiously.
"Yes, Logan. Yes." She was screaming and panting, feeling her climax upon her. It was all so much. Her hands clenched his back, her nails biting into his skin.
He pumped harder. Deeper. Faster.
Holly's muscles tensed, her body pulsing as she came. She moaned as her release slammed into her, stunning her as her channel squeezed his slamming cock.
Logan's mouth captured her moans, kissing her with a passion she had never felt before.
He followed her over the edge as his body trembled. He buried himself inside of her to his balls, streaming his scorching fluid deep inside of her. She tightened her arms around his neck, still riding along with him, her spasms milking his cock.
As they caught their breath, Logan rolled off of her and pulled her tightly against him. "That was incredible." His breath was slowing, but
still ragged and warm against her neck.
Holly felt dazed, overwhelmed. "Yes. Yes, it was." Her voice came in a baffled whisper.
Incredible. Sensational. Awesome. Mind-blowing. I feel all of those things and it's terrifying.
They laid like that for quite some time, neither one speaking. Logan held her firmly in his arms. Her eyes drooped, wanting to close and rest, but she forced them open. She was fairly certain Logan had fallen asleep, his breathing deep and even.
She edged away from him, feeling the silk of his sheets slide over her nude body as she shimmied towards the edge of the bed.
A firm arm reached out and grasped her around the waist. "Oh no, you don't. I've waited forever to have you here. You aren't leaving that quickly." Logan's voice was husky. He pulled her back against him.
"Logan...you got what you wanted. I need to go." Her voice and body were both trembling. She had to get away from this, from him.
Logan propped himself up on this hand and rolled her to face him, his arm still resting firmly around her waist. "Why?"
It was a simple question. She didn't have a simple answer. "Listen, Logan. I moved here two years ago to put my life back together after spending five years in an abusive relationship. He was an alcoholic. I don't do casual sex. He was the only man I had ever been with." She blurted out the words breathlessly, feeling panicked by the intensity of her emotions.
He looked at her, his eyes brimming with sadness as he answered, "I'm sorry, Holly. I'm sorry I pushed you.” He kissed her forehead before he sighed and continued, “I saw the cat. I knew what you were doing, but you nearly took ten years off of my life. My adrenaline was pumping with fear. You could have been killed. I've always liked you which is why I ask you out nearly every time I'm here, even though you keep refusing. I've always wanted you and I took what I wanted. I wasn't thinking about your needs."
She shot him a impish smile, "I think you took care of my needs extremely well. I don't regret it, Logan, even if I didn't particularly care for your tactics. It was liberating. I've never...I haven't ever..." she flushed as her voice trailed off.
"You've never had an orgasm?" He sounded astonished.
"No. Only if I do it myself." She answered simply, surprised at how easy it was to talk to Logan about something so personal. "And I've never been asked what I wanted. I've never told a man what I needed."
He pulled her into him...holding her securely but tenderly. "So would you go out with me, Holly. Give me a chance?"
"I don't do casual sex, Logan. Even though I'm glad this happened, we can't do it again,” she answered firmly.
"Do you think I do casual sex? I don’t want casual sex." He didn't wait for her to answer before continuing. "I haven't been with a woman for a year and a half. I've worked eighteen hour days for the last ten years building my company. Before that I busted my ass to get through college. I bought this house about the same time you moved here because I needed a place to retreat. I need something more from life than work. I asked you out because you were the first woman I've really wanted to be with for a very long time."
Holly let that information sink in. This didn’t sound like the playboy billionaire she had thought spent his days and nights partying and mingling with the rich and famous. She really hadn't been fair. She had judged him solely on the amount of money he made, leaping to conclusions with absolutely no evidence. He had money…lots of money…but he had obviously paid the price to obtain his success.
"You're right, Logan. I really don't know you," she answered honestly.
He slid his hands along her back, comforting her. "Then get to know me, Holly. I'm really not the type of guy who blackmails women into his bed."
Damn it! He really was irresistible. Logan Chandler could probably be the very devil sometimes with his forceful personality, but she had a feeling he really did have a good heart.
She could feel his hard erection against her leg, reminding her of some of his other charms.
It’s time, Holly. Logan Chandler might be worth the risk.
She smiled. He was definitely not a man she’d have to fix. He was already quite a guy. But…
"About the blackmail..." she purred into his ear as she rubbed herself suggestively against him.
"Yes?" His voice was cautious, but his eyes were hungry.
"My dad was a big believer of the old adage that you don't get mad...you get even. You deserve the same treatment that you gave me." She shot him a sly look as she ran her hand down his muscular chest and abdomen.
He grinned wickedly as he understood her meaning. "Blackmail me, Holly. Please."
"You're so easy," she laughed lightly as she moved her lips closer to his.
"For you...always," he groaned as his mouth captured hers.
She blackmailed him for the rest of the night...and they both enjoyed every moment of it.
THE MILLIONAIRE AND THE LIBRARIAN (The Pleasure Of His Punishment: An Erotic Sex Story Of Sexual Submission)
Tory Price locked the front door of the library with a long, contented sigh. Today was Friday, her favorite day of the week. She had just finished seeing all of children out of the front door after "story time." Tory was the "story lady” and there was nothing she loved more than taking the children to magical places through books and literature. She was currently making her way through The Wizard Of Oz, one of her own favorites when she was a child.
She went to straighten up the story area, breathing what she considered the smell of books as she made her way through the library.
Tory loved her job as a librarian. It had been a pretty logical career choice considering her passion for the written word. Books were her first love and at the moment…her only love. There was nothing better than curling up on the couch and getting taken away to another world where anything was possible.
Her mother worried that Tory was too introverted, lived too much of her life through books. She had to admit that there might be some truth in her mom’s beliefs. Unfortunately, Tory had never found anything that she enjoyed more than reading. If she was engaging in some sort of escapism, then, so be it. It had gotten her through what could have been a miserable childhood, being painfully shy and awkward. As an adult, she did it because she found the world of fiction a hell of a lot more exciting than reality television.
She stretched as she stood up from arranging pint-sized chairs. As she turned to collect her belongings, dreaming of a bath and a good book, she caught a flash of black that stood out on a tiny, white table in the reading room.
It was a wallet. She scooped it up and examined it with a frown. A really nice wallet, judging by the designer label she saw as she opened it to look for identification. One hundred dollars cash, platinum credit cards, business cards. Yes...finally....a driver's license.
Tory almost dropped the wallet as she looked at the familiar face that looked back at her from the piece of plastic.
Shit! Not him.
Lucas Duncan. The biggest financial donor to the city library and a millionaire who had his finger in every pie in the city. The man who haunted her every fantasy, she admitted to herself as she walked toward the desk, wallet in hand.
Lucas Duncan brought his sister's son, his nephew, to "story time" every Friday evening. His nephew Ernie adored him and looked at his "Uncle Luke" like he was a superhero. Conversely, Lucas Duncan obviously was fond of his four-year-old, towhead nephew. Tory reluctantly admitted he gave his time, affection and attention to his nephew with an enormous amount of patience and good humor.
She started searching for a phone number after she arrived at the front desk, realizing she really should call him and let him know his wallet was here. He must have pulled it out and left it during "story time” this evening. She found his business card in the front pocket, deciding to try his cell phone since he seemed to always have it available whenever he was here.
She shivered as her hand touched the phone, hesitating for a moment. If only he didn't make her so...uncomfortable. There was something about Lucas Duncan that unsettled her sometimes…and it wasn’t the fact that he had money.
Why did he have to be so handsome? Guys that looked like him made her nervous. Or was it just him that made her edgy? He was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, gorgeous man with a body that definitely spent some time enjoying vigorous, physical activities. She flushed and wanted to fan herself as she imagined a few pleasurable physical activities she wouldn’t mind doing with him.
Be honest, Tory. You’re attracted to him.
Okay…so she was attracted…it didn’t matter. Any woman with female hormones would find him attractive. So what if he had the looks of a mythological god and a great personality?