Consume Me (A Burning Desire Novel) (33 page)

He grinned over at me.

"You mean the spanking?"

My voice was small and shaky.

"Yes, the spanking."

"What about the other parts?"

"Oh Clea; being inside you is my
favorite place in the world, if it was possible, I would live there
forever."

Oh? Sounded about right to me.

I blushed at the admission.

"Now, how do you really feel?"

He insisted.

"Physically, sore, but otherwise
sated… and very blissful."

He smiled.

"I wish I could say the same."

What? But…

“I'll never get enough of you, Miss Dane;
never."

He said gruffly, to my
ear.

He
scooped up the condom and leaned to press a kiss on my forehead, then walked to
the bathroom.

I avoided any sort of movement that would offend
my sore backside. I thought about the experience I'd just had, the way it made
me feel.

I wouldn't say that I liked it.

It really did hurt, a lot.

But the way I unconsciously reacted to the
pain, it didn't compare to the nipple pinching.

That... I really loved.

Yet I was bathed in this glowing satisfied
feeling. It was all so confusing.

Landon walked back inside the room,
gloriously and beautifully naked. He walked to the night stand and put a tiny
bottle on it, then reached out to me. I rose stiffly to a sitting posture and
pressed a kiss to his torso. He stroked my hair gently and nuzzled it.

"Lie down on your stomach baby."

I shifted as he asked.

"I'll rub some cream, it will relieve
the burning feeling."

He said softly, and squirted some liquid
on his palm. I was grateful for the cool sensation. I needed it. He gently
rubbed my sensitive skin, ever tenderly; I lost myself in his touch. He went
all the way up my back and down my thighs, his hands felt like heaven.

Ironic really.

They were the same ones who brought the
pain he was trying to calm.

"There, now let's go sleep."

He climbed beside me and covered us. I was
laid on my front, my head turned to face him.

"Can I ask you a question?"

I was sure I didn't want to ask it, but
lately it'd looked like my mouth was completely disconnected from my brain.

"Anything, baby."

He said stroking my messed up curls. I
should’ve showered. They would’ve been better in the morning.

I hesitated for a second.

"Have you, um, had you done it
before?"

"Done what before?"

He prompted.

I cleared my throat.

"The spanking, have you done it
before?"

He paused; he was searching his head for a
way to answer it. I could tell.

“Yes."

He nodded.

"A lot?"

"Yes."

I was a little shocked, but also, and whatever
unknown reason, jealous.

"You do it to all your
girlfriends?"

I insisted, and he shifted uncomfortably.

"No, just the ones who like it."

Huh?

"But I didn't."

"Rule #2 Clea; and anyway, I don't
care. This time, I only did it for me."

He explained. I was completely puzzled.

"But you said..."

"I know what I said, but I just did
it because I wanted to, ergo, for my pleasure."

"So you're a sadist?"

I was dumbfounded.

He frowned; quiet for a moment.

"No, I'm a dominant!"

His eyes were dark.

"What's the difference?"

"A pretty big one; a sadist enjoys
inflicting pain. A dominant, merges pain and pleasure to satisfy his partner's
need as much as his, a dominant has control, and masters it, and a dominant has
the trust of his submissive. She trusts that he knows what he's doing, how he's
pleasuring her. He controls the amount of pain in a way that is bearable for
her; he knows her body, her limits, what makes her orgasm and what
doesn't."

He talked with such passion and knowledge;
it scared me a little bit.

"So, you think that I'm your
submissive?"

I didn't want him to answer that.

"No, you're my girlfriend!"

He sounded pissed.

"But... You spanked me!"

"I know I did, but that doesn't mean
you're my submissive."

"Then what does it mean?"

I tried and failed to sound irritated.

"I don't know."

"What do you mean, you..."

He placed his thumb on my mouth to silence
me.

"I don't know Clea, there are a lot
of things you don't know about me. Let’s just stick to the rules and we can
just discuss it another day. Just let me enjoy another night sleeping while I
hold you. I find it very relaxing."

He smiled softly and drew me to him.

"Okay, but we have to discuss this.
I'm very curious."

I admitted.

He nodded and wrapped his arms around me.
I turned and faced him, pushed my leg between his and settled in my own
favorite place in the universe.

"Good night, sweetest Clea."

"Good night, Baby.”

“I love it when you call me baby.”

He whispered against my ear.

My heart skipped a beat.

“I know you do; and so do I.”

"Don't
worry Boo; we'll make it in time."

Jude hugged me once we’d settled in the
cab.

We were on our way to the airport to pick
up my mother. Mario had cancelled at the last minute; apparently, his future mother
in law had been admitted at the hospital with a heart attack, we tried to get
another car, but the agency was completely booked.

I didn't want to be late, I was thankful
she took a late flight. The week had been crazy, in every way. I’d started classes
on Tuesday evening, and thus I had a crazy new schedule. The tension at work
was growing around the campaign, the deadline was in three weeks and the
creative team was having problems developing similar ideas, it went in every
direction.

After I'd finished classes on Wednesday,
I’d joined my colleagues for a team building at Eloise's, it'd been fun and
relaxing, we talked a lot about our different majors, our college experience
and some personal stuff that Brooke and Silver didn't mind sharing. Then Eloise
suggested my childhood game from the job interview, it was a lot of fun,
especially since I’ won, only by a slight margin with Jason.

I’d barely seen Jenna. She’d started to
work part-time for a newspaper, so between that and classes schedule, she barely
made it home the nights Landon and me stayed at my place.

I’d been worried about whether she felt
comfortable at school and if she made any new acquaintances.

I didn’t have to; she’d managed just fine.

Landon, on the other hand, was a much more
intense experience. We'd fought about me defying him, but he'd refrained from
any kind of punishment, just like he avoided any discussion related to what
he'd said to me Monday night.

He had to work a lot, especially with the
Braden Ellis, with which he’d got me acquainted and maybe a little scared.

I got paranoid when he’d told me that he
thought that the company had something to do with the not-so-accidental death
of the lawyer who had the case before him.

The sex became, if even possible, more
intense, more intimate. We'd been in every room in the apartment, up to the
kitchen and the terrace. We woke each other up according to the rules. It was
amazing to wake up in such a heavenly way. He managed to wake up with a start
every morning; except this morning.

I didn’t want to think that I was thankful
that my mother had no consideration for the hour difference and chose to send
me her flight details at five.

So I woke up and tiptoed my way to the
kitchen to make him breakfast. Landon had a thing for French toasts and fresh
fruits. I made him just that, with cinnamon tea and fresh orange juice then
took the tray back to the bedroom.

He was sound asleep and perfect. He was
laid on his back, his legs flexed, and his mouth slightly open. I marveled at
the scenery, along with the light sun rising behind the trees. New York was
ready for a new day.

I fixed my hair and took off my silk
pajamas, and then climbed slowly on top of him, holding my weight.

I hadn’t been on top of him, other than
that first night in the shower. He’d put me in some crazy looking positions. I
thanked Jude’ stubbornness, he’d forced me into all sorts of physical
activities. Landon had put my flexibility to some mad tests.

I smiled watching his peaceful and
satisfied state. He looked gratified in his sleep. I pushed through his boxers
opening and pulled him out swiftly inside my mouth.

I hitched my breath when he moved and
froze.

I went down on him, and licked my way up
and down his length.

I apprehended him waking up like that; he
was getting harder by the second. I was amazed that he didn’t wake up.

It was so damn arousing.

He wasn’t fully erect when I’d pushed him
inside me; but it was just enough for me to go crazy.

When I couldn’t bear my weight anymore;
his eyes fluttered open. I steadied myself with my palms against his bare
chest.

Landon blinked in surprise. He didn’t
think I’d manage to wake up before him; or perhaps he’d imagined he was
dreaming.

I cherished the beautiful confused look on
his face and started moving up and down his length. It was sensational to feel
him grow inside me.

Soon, his hands were holding my thighs and
he was meeting me with his lazy, brain-shattering thrusts. His low grunts sent
shivers through me. He never took his eyes off me; nor did I. I was hypnotized
by the sight of his gaze. His smoky gray eyes; they were taupe, his pupil
dilated.

He grew deeper inside me, moving in a way
that hit every nerve and conjured a pressure inside me. I quivered and moaned
my pleasure.

I leaned down and sealed my lips with his.
He’d wrapped his arms around me in a powerful grip and quickened his stride; he
grew relentless extracting loud moans inside his mouth. All the muscles in my
body clenched. His hips flexed and stiffened, and we came together in a muffled
symphony of moans and groans that led to the most beautiful and intimate
orgasm.

It was exhilarating and heart stopping.

I lay on top of him for a moment; pressing
kisses inside the crook of his neck.

There was something about it; I felt safe
in it.

“Good morning baby.”

He’d finally said; his voice all raspy and
hot.

“I think it’s better than good.”

I smiled against his neck.

“That’s undeniable. I’d say wonderful
morning; but I don’t think Miss Clayton would approve.”

I frowned slightly.

“Who’s Miss Clayton?”

“My English teacher back in the seventh
grade.”

He announced amused.

“Don’t tell me you had a crush on her
while you’re still inside me.”

I warned.

I heard him chuckle softly.

“Okay, then I won’t.”

Landon pressed feather kisses to my
knuckles.

“I made you breakfast.”

I said pushing to get from on top of him;
he stilled me.

“You did?”

I nodded struggling out of his grip; I
didn’t know why I kept trying, I could never manage.

“Stay, just a little longer.”

I loved how the color of his eyes shifted
from dark and taupe, to an ashy-gray, sparkling with the early morning light.

I settled in his crook again; he played
leisurely with my curls.

“I love your curls; they’re just like you,
rebelled and soft. I’m going to miss you.”

My smile faded; he had to leave for
Chicago until tomorrow.

“It’s okay. It’s just one night right?”

“The longest night; I can assure you.”

I knew it was going to feel like an
eternity. I couldn’t imagine my life without him. It was a bit delirious. It’d
been a week since my first night in Chicago and we hadn’t been apart. We had
lunch together every day, he’d pick me up from work, drive me to campus and
pick me up again. We went to the movies had a night in with Jude and Ryan. I’d
been glad that he and Jude started getting along. They even had a mysterious
conversation; on which I’d opted not to pry. I’d rather have them being
friends. Ryan was more accessible and social, and he was impressed with Landon.

However, he had to work; he’d managed
during the day, and Braden had been better. Well as good as any kid would be;
functioning with a machine. The doctor said he could make it if he gets a
kidney in the next month; but he had to stay in the hospital.

“Are you going to miss me?”

His voice was a little hesitant.

I smiled and looked into his eyes.

“You know, for a very successful,
off-the-charts rich, handsome lawyer and mogul; you ask some very stupid
questions.”

He laughed; his face brightened.

“So I’m handsome now, am I?”

He commented amused.

“You know damn well that you are; with all
those women drooling over you yesterday. They were truly pathetic.”

I said with a hint of jealousy.

“They don’t know that you can’t judge a
book by its cover; once we get to know you; you’re really not that interesting.”

His smile broadened; ever the cocky
bastard.

“Is that so Miss Excitement?”

He abruptly pushed his awakened erection
further inside me.

I squeaked with surprise.

Landon rolled me under him and pushed
inside me again.

“I’m pretty exciting, thank you very
much.”

I appealed caustically.

It felt wonderful.

“And I’m very boring, aren’t I, nothing
more than some empty, attractive, shell.”

He spoke between clenched teeth and
slammed into me, hard.

“You’re always so keen on bruising my ego
Clea.”

“Yes, and I said handsome not attractive.”

He withdrew and thrust again.

I had no idea how I could even speak.

One dangerous gleam told me to stop
resisting him; or else I wouldn’t have gotten my orgasm. He’d deprived me
Wednesday night; and even though he’d given me three the next morning between
the bed and the shower; I still had a troubled night of sleep.

His slams got righteous and relentless; I
was getting close. I shut my eyes.

“Look at me.”

He’d ordered.

I was lost in his gaze.

“Will you miss me Clea?”

His voice was pleading and soft.

“More than you think.”

I’d blurted out.

“Good. Now come for me baby.”

I came undone and he followed crying out
my name.

It was what I enjoyed most about our
love-making; he always called my name and claimed me.

We had a shower and ate breakfast before
he’d head to his flight.

It had been the happiest week of my life.
We talked a lot, about work, classes, family, and some of his exes, or the ones
he’d considered important, they were two, the bitch that became his partner,
and another one named Audrey.

I told him a little about Caden, but
avoided getting into any details, as he did too.

I’d spent the week obsessing about the
spanking session, attempting to wrap my brain around the fact that, it might've
hurt, but I liked it.

Once I accepted the pain, I relished the
pleasure. I felt dysfunctional, especially since, I couldn't talk to my friends
about it without feeling judged, sickened or ashamed.

I spent a great amount of time researching
the Internet about everything related to the subject of dominance and kinky
stuff. I was going to talk about it, one way, or the other.

I tried to bring it up yesterday around
dinner. He'd taken me to one of New York's finest restaurant; we had a nice
date instead of working and eating at home.

Which I officially preferred since all
along the evening three waitresses had switched places just to drool over him,
without mentioning some of the people he knew and who were there.

Some women were shameless.

I'd brought the spanking up during dessert
and he'd suggested that we talked about it after my birthday. I hadn't insisted
further, because he was also troubled with the Ellis case, and he had to be in
court this morning.

I was
secretly a little thankful that he had to leave; I hadn't told my mother
anything about our relationship, nor whom he was and the fact that she knew his
family. I wanted to wait for tonight, we were having dinner with Jenna and the
guys.

"So boo, what are you wearing
tomorrow?"

Jude got me out of my swoon; we were stuck
in the traffic on the expressway.

"Um, I don't know. But mom says that
she got me the ‘Perfect Dress’ ; which made Ryan a little pissed, so I guess
I'll decide tomorrow, but I treated myself with new pumps yesterday."

I grinned widely.

I’d had lunch with Landon, and stopped in
front of my favorite shop just to look around and ended up with some beautiful
red soles. Landon had insisted to pay for it; which got us into a little fight
but I caved as he’d invoked the holy rules.

"Nice. I'm thinking, blue skinny
chinos, denim shirt, and Prada."

Outside of modeling, Jude liked to wear
out-of-the-box, but he never messed with the P brand.

"And I'm thinking I like the sound of
that!"

He gave me a scrutinizing look and seemed
to think about a way to ask me a question.

"Spill it baby boy."

He feigned shock, and I threw him a
warning look.

"Okay, okay, but you know I have to
ask."