Chapter 15
CHAPTER 15
C hristos
I realized I was holding my breath after issuing the command. This was a pivotal moment. Either Valencia would release her inhibitions, or I would lose her forever. The comprehension of that was more disconcerting than almost anything that occurred in my life. I was at the point of never being able to release her. Not even if she asked.
She lifted her gaze, her breathing as labored as mine. In her eyes, I sensed she knew what was on the line. What we’d shared. Passion. The ability to take risks, uncertain of the future. Was I perhaps putting too much stock into the moment? No. I’d never felt so enthralled by anyone and no one was going to take her away from me.
Including the stunning woman standing in front of me.
She’d been right to ask if she was my prisoner and the answer was easy.
Yes, she was.
Yet I wanted her happy. I craved seeing her smile and hearing her laugh. I longed for her touch because she wanted to do so. Not because I commanded it. This was her decision. But only for now. I would have no recourse but to make it for her.
She nodded as if in some strange acceptance of what was happening between us. While the electricity was still pulsing through us, the hunger constantly increasing with every passing second, the weight of what this meant was heavy on her mind.
The moment she slowly turned away from me, I breathed out a sigh of relief. How odd someone could have such a profound effect on me when the truth was, I didn’t know her well enough. But what I knew of her created a dark, sadistic need that would never be rivaled.
I inched closer, doing what I could to control the beast. As I gripped her zipper, she tipped her head over her shoulder. The anticipation was heavy in the air. I eased the thin piece of metal down the back of her dress, exposing her soft skin. When I ran my fingers along her spine, she shuddered audibly.
The sound was like sweet music. She wanted this as much as I did.
As I peeled one strap from her shoulder, I lowered my head, pressing kisses along the trail. She didn’t move, her breathing still ragged and I sensed the tension continuing. She had no idea what I was made of, worried the man would consume every inch.
And I would.
I dragged my tongue along the back of her neck as I peeled away the other strap, now using both hands, pushing the thin material past her rounded hips. Gravity took the rest to the floor. She didn’t move, didn’t utter a sound as I began exploring her back, brushing my fingers along every inch.
“ I megalyteri ptychí tis omorfiás eínai i gynaikeía pláti kai to apaló dérma .”
“What did you say?” she whispered.
“I said the greatest aspect of beauty is a woman’s back and soft skin.”
“A poet.”
“Hardly. A man in need.”
She took a single deep breath as I rolled the tip of my index finger down the crack of her ass. I would take her in her most forbidden place tonight. Then she would truly belong to me.
“A man’s greatest feature is his ability to laugh,” she countered.
“I can see your point. And laugh at himself.”
“Yes.” Her single word was more of a purr.
I bent over, licking between her shoulder blades until she shivered to my touch. The feel of her hair tickling my face almost brought a laugh. When had I ever enjoyed something so simple, so intimate? I wanted to learn every inch, to bask in her feminine wiles. Hell, I wanted to simply lie back and listen to the sound of her voice as she read to me.
What the hell kind of man did that make me?
A few seconds later, the ache in my cock reminded me how hungry I was, the longing to drive my cock into her sweet pussy crowding out almost everything else I was doing. Gripping her shoulders, I turned her around to face me. The moonlight captured her beauty, the luminescent look of her skin catching my breath.
I shook my head, almost laughing from the deep rumble of my growl. The sound brought a hint of a smile to her face. While I continued touching her, moving down from her neck to her shoulders, she allowed herself to gaze down from my chest to the thick bulge between my legs.
“You’re famished,” she breathed.
“How can you tell?”
As if an invitation, she placed her hand directly on my cock, stroking ever so slowly. “Just because. A woman always knows.”
I shook my head. A woman always knows. It was something my mother had always said and I’d never believed her. Now I knew she’d been right. Woman did have a sixth sense about them, an intuition that beat the hell out of any man. I continued enjoying the moment, using both hands to caress her. When I reached her breasts, I rolled my fingers around both areolas, savoring the way her breath skipped.
A part of me wanted to do this all night long, but I knew my body and my depraved mind wouldn’t tolerate such tender moments for long. My cravings were too intense, the need unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I would fuck her for hours. Then I’d start all over again.
When I pinched both hardened buds, I was rewarded with a slight moan that sucked my breath away. Every sound she made drove me crazy. Every time she attempted to defy me, I wanted to tame her even more. I twisted her nipples, watching her expression as the pain became pleasure. She hungered to explore more of the dark side. She longed to let herself go.
Yes, training her would be the greatest joy of my life.
Every muscle was tense, my balls far too tight. I was about to lose my mind from the longing. I raked one nail between her breasts down her stomach, rolling it around her belly button while I drank in her sweet scent. I could tell she was wet, her lacy thong soaked. All for me.
Only for me.
Mine.
The single word had formed long before, but now it was blinding me. I had to admit I was losing all sense of control, proving it when I wrapped two fingers around the thin elastic of the last piece of clothing keeping me from seeing all of her. When I snapped my wrist, tearing the bit of cloth away, she gasped in surprise.
“Do you like it soft or rough, baby?” I gritted out.
“Both.” She licked her lips again to tease me. To taunt me into taking her. She knew every button to push. I adored that about her almost as much as everything else.
I held the thong in the air for a few seconds before bringing the slip of material to my nose and inhaling deeply. All the while she watched what I was doing, her eyes mere slits as the desire took her to a dark place. I tossed it away and she smiled, even defying me in her own way by taking a step backwards.
My advance didn’t surprise her in the least. She held her own, tilting her head until I could see the rebellious shimmer in her eyes.
“Don’t defy me,” I commanded.
“Or what?”
“Or this.” I took her face into both hands as I towered over her, waiting for a few seconds before devouring her mouth. I wasn’t gentle as she’d likely expected me to be, taking every bit of her sweet lips as mine. As I thrust my tongue inside, she wrapped her hands around my wrists. I wasn’t certain if she was attempting to push me off or hold me in place. It didn’t matter. She was mine for the taking.
The sweet moment only intensified my longing, pushing me to a point I could no longer control myself. My fingers dug into her face and neck, my body shaking as a rush of adrenaline claimed my system. Just being with her was an intense feeling, the sweep of emotions something I hadn’t expected.
My need wasn’t just about taking her tonight, but about possessing her forever.
She pressed her hands against my chest, kneading my skin. As she lowered them, fumbling to unfasten my belt, the longing to mark her with the thick leather was stronger than before. But not tonight. At least not yet.
With every decision there was a defining moment. This was it. The very one that would alter my future. As the thought rumbled through my mind, I swept one arm around her waist, dragging her closer. The feeling of having her body molded against mine brought another wave of filthy images.
The kiss continued and we were both moaning, our needs only increasing. When I finally yanked my head away, she gasped and immediately bit down on my lower lip. A laugh rushed to the surface, the need to control her greater than ever. Yet I doubted I could ever command a woman like Valencia entirely.
But I would tonight.
I raked my hand up and down her back, pressing her stomach against me. My cock had a mind of its own, now pushed between her legs and throbbing. I was torn between wanting to carry her to bed and realizing my desire was too intense.
I would take her here. Right now. Without any further hesitation.
“Undress,” she murmured. “I need to see you.”
The sound of her voice pushed me further into a dark and stormy abyss. I pressed my finger to her nose, issuing a stern look that only made her smile. “You’re not in charge.”
“Are you certain about that?”
At this point, I wasn’t certain about anything.
I took a step away, laughing softly as she began to brush her hands down her body in such a seductive way, I was instantly frozen just watching her. She truly had no idea how enticing she was. Just the simple sway of her hips kept my cock at full attention.
Everything about removing my belt seemed cathartic. Her eyes followed my every movement and when the belt was free, she lifted her head as anticipation tore through her. Being able to tease her as she’d consistently done to me was a great joy. She also managed to bring out the sadistic side of me I allowed few women to see or experience.
I snapped the belt on the floor. Her reaction only further pushed my buttons. As I advanced, she continued teasing her body, flexing her fingers open as she rubbed her palms across her nipples.
Her actions created a wave of need so significant, I nearly tore the rest of my clothes away. Once I was naked, she offered an appreciative sigh. Damn if the woman didn’t have a way of making a man feel like a god.
With the belt in my hand, I closed the distance, rubbing the thick end along her arm. She didn’t budge as I shifted around her, trailing the belt against her skin as I did. I delivered a single brutal crack across her bottom and she moaned, throwing back her head as the sensations tore through her.
Unable to resist, I did so again. And again. Just seeing the way her body reacted fueled me. After one additional crack of the strap, I moved around to face her again, showing her the belt before tossing it aside. She knew what my actions had meant.
I’d spank her luscious bottom any time I believed it necessary.
Valencia had a way of being able to shock me. She did so again when she slammed both her hands against my chest, the force used tossing me back by several inches. She laughed and rushed away from me, thinking she could get away. She obviously had no idea how significant my hunger was.
I caught her arm immediately, whipping her around to face me as I took three long strides toward the exterior wall. When I shoved her against the surface, she gave me a wicked look while smashing her fists against my chest.
My need surpassed my ability to maintain control. I ripped her arms over her head without hesitation, wrapping one hand around her small wrists. She was like a bird in a cage, fragile and vulnerable while insisting her voice be heard.
“Bastard. You don’t own me.”
“Are you certain about that, sweet angel? I think you need to look again.” I drove her further up the wall and her look of surprise at my strength was followed by a nervous laugh.
She fought to throw her legs around my waist, still struggling as if it was possible to free herself of my hold. I rolled onto the balls of my feet, stroking my cock for a few seconds before pressing the tip up and down the length of her slickened pussy.
“I know I’m right,” she managed, her chest rising and falling with every word spoken.
“Maybe so. But you love every inch of me.” As if to prove a point, I drove my shaft deep into her molten pussy. Holy fuck. She was so hot, so damn wet I was immediately forced into a zone where I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to shift even an inch for fear the incredible electric sensations would end.
“Oh. Sweet Jesus.”
The tone of her voice pulled me out of the moment of luxury. I eased out, teasing her once again with just my cockhead.
She jutted her hips forward, panting as she locked eyes with mine. “No teasing.”
“Like you did with me?”
“I’m allowed.”
“No, you are not. Not unless I tell you to do so.”
She fought against my hand, almost managing to pull one of her arms free. I locked down, driving into her again. Her muscles were spasming, immediately clenching and releasing.
Every breath was more labored than the one before as my muscles twitched in appreciation. I’d never been so deep inside a woman before. I pulled out once again, but couldn’t stand being away from her heat for longer than a few seconds.
The thrust I issued was savage, the brutality of it driving her hard against the wall. She huffed, the moonlight now highlighting her dilated eyes. When I started fucking her in earnest, she drove her knees against me. The friction between us was combustible and for a little while, I couldn’t breathe.
Hell, I couldn’t think either, but it didn’t matter to me. All that did was being buried deep inside of her. Taking what I wanted.
Claiming the woman who would still try to abandon me. Abandon us. That wasn’t going to happen. As her pussy muscles continued to constrict, I sensed she was close to an orgasm. I wanted nothing more than to make it one she’d never forget.
I powered into her rougher than I had before, ignoring the level of exertion and the dull ache in my balls. I refused to release until I was ready.
And there were more ways I would defile her. With every ragged sound she made, I drove into her even harder, pushing the limits of decency. I didn’t mind drifting into utter filth and degradation. That’s what we both craved.
And deserved.
I pushed Valencia harder as she tossed her head back and forth, her entire body shaking as tiny beads of perspiration trickled down both sides of her face. My God, she was without a doubt the most beautiful woman on the face of this earth.
“You are…” she breathed, “so terrible. I just…” She was unable to finish her sentence, her eyes rolling in the back of her head as her body stiffened.
There was nothing more exquisite than being able to watch her expression as she was swept into an orgasm. It was easy to become transfixed in her reaction, losing my concentration. I blinked away the sight and continued pummeling into her, doing what I could to quell my hunger.
I wasn’t entirely certain around her that was even possible.
“Yes. Yes…” She lolled her head to the side, but I refused to allow her to only have one. I preferred providing multiple orgasms. She deserved only the best of everything.
She continued shaking, fighting to free herself with such vehemence, I finally let go of her arms. She immediately gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. I relished the hint of pain as she panted and wiggled, another climax shooting through her almost immediately.
“I can’t… I just…” She tossed her head against the wall, laughing almost maniacally.
I slowly pulled one of her legs down then the other, holding her waist with one hand as I bent over, sucking on her nipple. My God. She was sweet like cherries. I could feast this way all day but I’d need relief soon.
After sucking and nipping her other hardened bud, I pulled her into my arms. She put her head on my shoulder, throwing her arms over both as if relinquishing control.
“What now?” she murmured.
“Now, I fuck your tight ass.”
She immediately lifted her head and while I expected to see shock, even hear another blast of defiance, her smile showcased the total vixen inside of her.
“Oh, you like that,” I growled.
“I like everything.”
Whew. I was embroiled with heat, my heart thudding so that the sound echoed in my ears. I wasted no time, kicking the outdoor coffee table out of the way and spinning her around before dumping her onto the cushions of the couch. She didn’t attempt to scramble away, merely tossing her hair behind her and offering an even more salacious look than before.
I crawled onto the couch behind her, gently pushing her body over the back edge. She reached for my thighs, digging her fingers into them and yanking me closer.
“Does the lady want something?”
“Uh-huh. Everything.”
A smirk crossed my face for no other reason than the dirty mind that threatened to consume me. “What the lady wants, the lady gets.”