Chapter One #3
I’ve been so lonely. I’ve been fooling myself, saying
everything is fine and it’ll all get better. I’m stuck, and I need to find a
way out.
He finally seems satisfied with his exploration of my
breasts and moves around to my exposed back. He traces the length of my spine
with a single finger, causing me to shudder with desire under his touch as his
finger lightly delves into the valley of my cheeks.
This is what I’ve craved for a long time. A dominant man in
my sexual life. A man I can trust with my body.
His mouth is mere centimeters from my ear. “You’re gorgeous.
Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I saw a woman as fuckable as you?
And as to your earlier statement about being worried I might be hard to get
away from, I promise you, you won’t get away from me. Not ever.”
“Please.” My whole body is hot with wanting, and I no longer
want to wake up from this fantasy. The thought scares me. I can’t let this man
seduce me. I have a life back home. It isn’t much, but it is mine. I can’t
allow this man to seduce me. I can’t let myself be sold at some marketplace to
the highest bidder. I hadn’t realized how dark I’ve become. “I want to go
home.”
I can barely breathe, and the words don’t pulse with
passion. They’re flat, rote, like something I’ve been trained to say all my
life.
I want to go home. Home. I don’t know where home is anymore.
It’s a word that basically holds no real meaning for me. It’s a phantom,
haunting me, forcing me to question if it was ever real in the first place.
But something feels real. The hard ridge of his erection
gently brushes my backside. The impulse to beg him to use it on me is almost
impossible to deny. I’ve never wanted a man’s touch so much.
Then he’s gone, and I nearly cry out at the absence of his
warmth. He circles around me and seems satisfied he’s seen what he needs to.
Beck’s gray eyes are kind as he stares down. His sensual lips are close, so
close I can feel the heat coming off his body. His face is barely an inch from
mine.
He kisses my forehead gently.
“Sorry. I’m your home now.” He leans over, and his mouth
covers mine.
All thoughts flee. I can do nothing but concentrate on his
lips and the feel of his hands. When his tongue brushes my lips, I soften under
his dominance, letting him inside my mouth. His hands tighten and wind around
my waist. I feel delicate against him, a sensation I so rarely have. I’ve
always felt ungainly and awkward during sex. I never know how to please the man
I’m with. I’ve been too shy to ask for what I want. The result has been a short
series of disappointing encounters. My own husband left me, telling me I don’t
know how to truly please a man.
But I can feel Beck’s desire. It practically rolls off him,
the sensation almost a hum on my skin. Like we’re connected in some odd
fashion. He’s not playing a game. He takes what he wants, and it does something
for me. I’ve read about Dominance and submission and the fine art of BDSM, but
putting the theory to the test is something different. The chains suddenly feel
sensual rather than menacing. They hold me still for his pleasure.
“You’re so beautiful.” Beck sighs in my ear when he breaks
the kiss, moving to press his lips to my neck. His hands trace a path from my
waist to the cheeks of my ass. He presses his body against mine, warming me all
over. “I have to know for sure, though. Please understand, I have to know…”
His fingers find my clitoris and he rubs sweet, firm
circles. I can’t get enough breath into my body.
This is insane. My pussy is wet and pulsing for him. It’s
getting out of hand, and I start to feel things I didn’t think I ever would.
Oh, I want this. I want this so badly. “Don’t stop.”
“Oh, I won’t stop.” Beck groans between clenched teeth.
“Come for me, a stóirín.”
I have no idea what he said, but I can feel the intent
behind the endearment. His hands are perfect on my body. Never before has
anyone played me like a finely tuned instrument, but Beck is my musician.
He gently forces two fingers high inside me, keeping the
pressure on my clit with his thumb. An amazing sensation sweeps through me as
he fucks me with his fingers. In and out. In and out. It is better than any
previous cock I’ve had. Something’s happening. Some odd and yet familiar
connection seems to open between us, but before I can process it, I fall over
the precipice and can’t think any more. I come, sobbing against his shoulder.
The orgasm strums neatly through my body, making me languid and submissive.
At the instant of my orgasm, I could have sworn I could feel
myself as though I were Beck. I’d felt his fingers pressed high into my heat as
though for the slightest moment I could feel what he was feeling—warmth, sweet
wetness, and a rigid hardness begging to be set loose. It had been odd. It was
almost as if I’d been inside Beck. I shared what his body experienced as he
brought me to orgasm. A connection had opened between us. It was an intimacy
like nothing I’ve felt before.
I float down from the crazy high he’s given me, suddenly
aware that Beck has pulled his fingers from my pussy and wrapped both arms
around me. Tenderness. I need this, too. He hugs me to his hard body. This has
to be the best wet dream ever. I let my head rest against his shoulder. I’ve
never come so fast and so hard.
It’s a sweet dream, and I want to hold on to it. Any minute
the alarm will go off, and I’ll have to face another day at the Software 4 U
store. Being Beck’s love slave is much more interesting.
Beck kisses me one last time, his mouth playing sweetly
against mine. He seems as satisfied as I am, though he can’t possibly be. His
hands play with my breasts for a moment, and I can feel my own juice on my
skin. He brings his right hand up to his mouth and sucks his fingers in,
licking my cream and sending another thrill of longing through me. He finally
places an almost chaste kiss on the tip of my nose and steps back.
“Aye, love, you’ll do.” With that, he starts for the door.
Okay, that was a perfectly unimpressive bit of wooing. My
subconscious needs to work harder. I’m utterly overwhelmed by what we shared,
and he tells me I’ll do?
Damn it, even the men in my dreams are unromantic.
“Seriously, that’s what I get? You’ll do?” I’m
feeling saucy after our encounter. Apparently there’s nothing like a great