Authors: Tina Donahue
CarnalTakeover (18 page)
“The corporate jet’s waiting at the airport.” Her voice was
husky as all get out. “You can start reminding me there.”
“Too far.” Taking her hand, he led her up the incline to his
campsite. “Inside.”
Alexandra regarded the domed tent. Large enough for two.
Snug enough for lovers. “Wow. Nice. But the jet’s bigger and warmer. It has
booze.”
“This has me.” Daniel turned on the portable heater outside
the tent, then pulled her inside. Warm air whooshed through the hoses. “Get
naked.”
She undressed and watched him strip while his gaze devoured
her. Daniel grinned at the shadow of hair on her pussy, her curls growing back.
To his surprise, he liked the promise of her bush, the thought of burying his
face in her fragrant hair. A naked cunt had been nice, but now he wanted
Alexandra just as she came.
“Don’t wax those babies off again,” he ordered, “or there’ll
be hell to pay.”
“Oh yeah?” She smirked. “Prove—”
She gasped at him pulling her over his knee. Daniel paddled
her hard, just as she liked, her hearty moans guiding him to continue. After a
time, they both breathed hard.
“Damn,” she gasped. “That was nice.”
It had been. “Ready for more?”
With no hesitation at all, she whispered, “Always.”
“Hey,” Alexandra called out. “Did you get lost in there?”
Daniel had been in the kitchen far longer than it took to
make simple hot chocolate.
“Can’t find the mix,” he yelled.
“You left the packets in the steam room so you could smear—”
“Right. I’m on it.”
He gave her a thumbs-up as he left the kitchen. Their
kitchen, actually. In their cabin.
Alexandra’s stomach fluttered at the wonder of it all. How
bold she’d been to have made it happen.
When they’d returned here from his campsite, she’d proposed
a year of living together to see if things would work out between them. Getting
to know each other—the good, bad and ugly—after the initial haze of pleasure
wore off.
It did, of course. Replaced by a deeper bond, private jokes,
Daniel introducing her to what really went on in the village that didn’t
involve energy production. They’d raced snowmobiles, taken the polar bear tour,
danced to a local group at the community center. She’d met his relatives and
childhood friends. All of them good people with the same dreams Alexandra had always
had.
To be happy.
So far, she and Daniel had made it through the year with a
few weeks tacked on. They’d finished the original project and were about to
begin another here. Nat and Red had agreed to stay, with Junior deciding to
return to the lower forty-eight. Very little had changed from before, yet
everything had. She and Daniel no longer talked about his work taking him
elsewhere. He’d committed to her grandfather’s company for the long haul to be
near her.
After a time, Lucius had finally accepted that Daniel was in
her life. He’d had little choice after his usual attempts at sabotage failed.
Repeatedly, he’d offered Daniel extra money and gifts,
insisting they were for a job well done. Alexandra knew they were bribes. A way
for Lucius to expose Daniel as a greedy opportunist. To prove that he didn’t
really want her, he craved the Waite wealth and what it could do for him.
Daniel had refused it all.
“I don’t want a cent of your money, a new pickup or anything
else except what I earn,” he’d finally told Lucius. “Don’t insult me by
offering it again.”
How Alexandra adored him for that.
He returned, waving the packets.
“Want me to help?” she asked.
“Nope. I’m an engineer. I can handle this.”
She rolled her eyes.
He shouted over his shoulder, “Are you making a funny face?”
“Never.”
He said something she didn’t hear, then finally emerged with
two steaming cups in his hands. So appropriate for Christmas Eve.
Red and green candles decorated the living room, lending the
scent of apple cider and cinnamon to the heady pine fragrance. In the corner
stood a huge Douglas fir, its colorful lights blinking. She and Daniel had
decorated it with popcorn garland they’d made. Simple, homey stuff he’d done as
a boy and Alexandra loved.
Growing up, she’d always awakened in her dad or Lucius’
various mansions to winter wonderlands complete with her own Santa. High-priced
decorators had come in while she’d slept, making everything gorgeous and
perfect.
None of it had any soul.
This cabin finally did. They’d made it a home, the first
Alexandra had experienced.
Daniel handed her a cup, then joined her in front of the
fire. Both of them nude, sitting cross-legged on the sheepskin rug.
He sipped his chocolate and sighed. Not entirely out of
delight.
“Come on,” she said, rubbing his thigh. “It won’t be so bad.
He’ll only be here for a few hours tomorrow.” Lucius had insisted upon the
visit, giving them notice of it when he’d sent the Christmas tree. “He wants to
make nice.”
“Better not let him see the loft or the steam room, then.”
True. Daniel had turned both into a Dom’s lair with cuffs,
chains and hooks to display her belts and his.
Just thinking of it made Alexandra shiver in delicious
expectation. Leaning toward him, she murmured, “Wanna play with me now, while
we have the time?”
He smiled. “Maybe.”
Oh hell, she had to change that to definitely. “Could be
this will convince you.” She dragged a gaily-wrapped box from beneath the tree
and plopped it on his lap. “Go on, open it.”
He looked over at the clock. “Won’t be Christmas for another
few hours.”
“Santa won’t mind.”
Smiling, Daniel shook the box next to his ear. “Condoms?”
“In a box that big and long?”
He eyed his stiffening rod. “You’re right. I’ve got several
inches on this thing. Hey, are you about to laugh?”
“Nope.” She pressed her lips together.
Again, he shook the box. “Socks? Underwear? Good god, not
ties. I never wear those damn things. I’m not wearing one for Lucius. He’ll be
lucky if I put on clothes for his vis—”
“Oh for godsakes, I’ll open it.” She tore off the red paper
and tossed it in the fireplace. Flames shot up. Alexandra handed him the plain
black box and murmured, “For you, sir.”
The corner of Daniel’s mouth lifted in a smile. His eyebrows
shot up when he saw her gift. A leather flogger for discipline with his initials
engraved in gold on the handle.
Like a true Dom, he whipped the thing. Its ends snapped in
the air. Alexandra’s body responded instantly, her pussy growing wet.
“Upstairs,” he growled. “Now.”
She raced him there and stopped abruptly by their bed. On it
was a large box wrapped in hot-pink paper that screamed “Happy Birthday!” She
pointed. “What’s that?”
“All the wrapping paper I could find at the grocery store.
The clerk told me you’d bought out the Christmas stuff.” He edged close and
whispered, “If you don’t want to piss off everyone in this village, you better
learn how to share.”
“Sorry.”
“Too late. You’re going to pay.”
She looked longingly at the box. “Right now?”
“Go on,” he murmured, patting her ass. “See what’s inside.”
She ripped it open faster than she’d done with his gift.
“Ohmygod.” Her hand flew to her mouth. On top was a black leather corset that
laced up the back and exposed a woman’s breasts, cunt, ass.
“Put it on,” Daniel ordered, his voice thick.
He didn’t have to tell her twice.
He laced her well, the mirrors he’d put on the walls showing
Alexandra how the garment caused her breasts to lift and her ass to stick out.
She’d never felt more naked, wonderfully vulnerable, or beautiful.
Happiness had softened her features and brightened her eyes.
Her skin glowed with excitement.
Standing behind her, Daniel ran his thumbs over her nipples.
They peaked instantly. Alexandra rested the back of her head against his
shoulder and sighed, “Nice.”
“There’s more.”
Oh yeah?
Turning into him, she pushed to her toes and
whispered in his ear. “Gonna punish me now, while you have me in this thing?”
“There’s a thought.” He cupped her naked ass and squeezed
her cheeks. “But I meant, there’s more in the box. Go on, check it out.”
She’d never heard him so eager, nearly uptight.
Curious, she lifted the tissue paper the corset had rested
on. Beneath it was a leather slave collar and blindfold lying on more paper.
Damn. He’d gone all out. She rubbed each item against her cheek. “Sweet…but no
gag?”
“Makes it too easy.” Daniel brushed her hair aside and
kissed her shoulder. “I want you struggling not to make any noise.”
Alexandra turned her face to his. “Ready to test me?”
“You haven’t gotten to the bottom of the box yet.”
What else could he have possibly given—
Her thoughts stalled at the box of Twinkies at the bottom,
one individually wrapped sponge cake taken out and resting on top. Not knowing
why it was special, she pulled it from the box and stared, her pulse leaping.
Alexandra turned to him.
Looking suddenly shy, he murmured, “Well?”
“Oh my god, yes, of course—yes!” She threw her arms around
him, Twinkie in hand, the engagement ring displayed in the center of it. He’d
Scotch-taped the end of the cellophane he’d opened, sealing it after he’d done
this amazing, wonderful, precious thing.
Because he loved her.
“You like?” he asked, hugging her fiercely, stealing more of
her breath than the corset did.
Tears stung her eyes. She cried, “Yeah.”
“You want?” he added.
She’d waited an eternity for a moment like this. A real
future. “More than anything.”
Alexandra kissed him fiercely, then tenderly with all the
love she owned. While he was still catching his breath, she opened the Twinkie,
wanting at the ring and treat.
“Uh-uh.” He took the package from her and put it on the
mattress.
She pushed out her bottom lip. “You’re taking it back.
Already?” She’d hoped for at least fifty or so years.
“I’m keeping it from you,” he corrected. “To see how much
you really want it.”
“I’m prepared to beg.”
He fought a smile. “That’s not what I had in mind.” He
lifted the flogger. “Five licks from this without you making one sound, or
fisting your fingers, or pressing your toes into the floor. Yeah, I’ve noticed
you doing that.”
He paused to take a breath. “Then—”
“Good god, there’s more?”
“Then,” he repeated, “twenty minutes of me playing with your
clit without you coming or moving. You can breathe…a little…but nothing else.
If you fail, we double everything and start over before you get the food or the
ring. Sound fair?”
Hell no. But it sounded like wicked fun. “Let’s do it.”
Grinning, he kissed her hard, then slipped the collar around
her throat and the blindfold over her eyes and led her to the restraints.
Trapping her fully. Taking over. Making her his.
Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in
erotic romance, and an admitted chocoholic known to down semi-sweet candy bars
in grocery checkout lines. She lives with her family in Palm Springs,
California, where tires melt in the 120-degree summer heat and an occasional
earthquake puts everyone on notice to bolt things down. When she’s not writing
her steamy stories, trying to stay cool, or crawling beneath her desk during a
trembler, she loves shopping, eating at her favorite Mexican restaurant and
meeting other authors. Before she wrote romance, Tina was the editor of an
award-winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a
Hollywood production company.
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