Controlling Her Pleasure (7 page)

And she did. Oh, God, she did, another blinding release even more powerful than the first.

Tears were running down her face by the time she came back into her skin, feeling her soul had become too big for her body and yet too small at the same time. She didn’t fit inside her flesh the way she had before and it was frightening for a moment, but then Blake took care of that, too.

“Put your feet on the ground.” As soon as she obeyed, wobbling slightly, still unsteady on her feet in her heels, he started to fuck her.

Not make love, not have sex. Fuck.

He rammed into her cunt without mercy, slamming forward with such force that she had to brace herself on the hood and push back against him to keep from being glued to the side of the car. It wasn’t romantic; it wasn’t emotional. It was hard, fast, brutal. In a word—perfect, exactly what she needed to ground herself back on earth.

And to come near the edge of completion for a third time.

Erin spread her legs a little wider and shoved back against Blake as he thrust forward, intensifying the penetration until she could feel the head of his cock making bruising contact with the end of her pussy. The hint of pain made another rush of wet heat flow between her thighs and Blake groan behind her. His hands flipped up her skirt and took hold of her hips, digging his fingers into the full flesh of her ass.

“Harder, harder!” Erin begged, gasping for breath as the tension within her built to a level she’d never dreamed possible.

She was either going to come again or shatter into a million pieces, and she didn’t really care which. As long as Blake kept fucking her, touching her,
taking
her.

“Don’t come. Not yet. Wait for me. Wait,” Blake demanded, even as he obliged her by squeezing her ass even tighter.

“Oh, God. Oh, God.” Erin struggled to obey, but oh, fuck, it was hard.

She was so close, so terribly close, and he felt so amazing.

His cock actually seemed to be getting thicker as he neared his own release, stretching her pussy even farther, making her feel so full of him that there was room for nothing else. Nothing but Blake. And it was perfect, better than anything she could remember, even the other times she had been with him.

“Now. I want my pussy to come now.” He punctuated his words by jerking her hips back toward him, forcing himself so deep inside her the hint of pain as he met the end of her became enough to make her wince—wince and come like the world was ending in a big burst of fire.

“Fuck! Blake!” She screamed the words and a few other things she couldn’t remember as her mind spun inside her skull like she’d slammed back half a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and her pussy did its best to squeeze Blake’s cock in half.

She moaned as he jerked inside her, each tiny movement enough to take her even higher.

She’d never felt so connected to a lover, as if his pleasure were her own, as if every wave of his release triggered a ripple of bliss inside her. It was more than she’d ever expected, more than she knew what to do with as she finally drifted down from the high of her first triple orgasm.

Triple orgasm.

She’d come
three
times and Blake hadn’t even seemed like he was trying that hard. What would he be capable of if they became regular lovers again, if they had the time to re-learn the little things that—

What the fuck are you thinking?

He doesn’t want to become lovers; he despises you so much he can’t stand the idea that you share a matching tattoo and is willing to permanently alter the damn thing without your consent. Get your head on straight and figure a way out of here before it’s too late.

“Get back in the car and warm up. We’re still about twenty minutes from the cabin,” Blake said as he pulled out of her, the loss of contact between them as depressing as her inner monologue. “Thank you…for your trust.”

He kissed her softly on the top of her head as he smoothed down her skirt, but the affectionate gesture did nothing to stop the anger slowly flowing into her veins, replacing the euphoria of a few moments before.

Thank you for your trust.
Her trust?
That was it?

No “You were amazing” or “That was the hottest fuck of my life”? Or even a “Damn, I can’t wait to have you again”?

No, he just wanted to thank her for
her trust
.

Wasn’t he the big, bad, unavailable Dom? Just like Scott had been during the first year of their marriage, when he still made love to her but never had a kind or affectionate word. Never made her feel like anything but a sub in the worst sense of the word.

Subhuman.

That’s what she’d been to Scott, and what she’d vowed she’d never be to any man, ever again.

The headlights came around the curve only a second later. It was as if some higher power had heard her thoughts and decided she deserved a chance at deliverance. Erin ran for the road without a moment’s hesitation, heedless of her nudity or of Blake’s voice behind her, ordering her back to the car.

Fuck him and his orders. She was getting the hell out of here. In less than a few hours, he’d gotten under her skin to the point that his lack of pillow talk after they’d had sex had hurt her. What kind of damage would he be able to inflict in a few days?

Erin had no idea, but she wasn’t sticking around to find out.

Her heels clicked madly on the pavement as she dashed for the road, racing the heavy footfalls behind her for salvation.

***

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Acknowledgements

Big thanks to my husband, my biggest fan and most tireless supporter. Thank you to my critique partners for reading numerous drafts and never getting tired of Erin and Blake (or at least not letting me know they were tired). Thank you to my editor, proofers, and sweet and lovely cover designer—this wouldn’t have been possible without you!

And a big thanks to every reader who took a chance on this story. I hope I’ve entertained you.

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COMMANDING HER TRUST

Under His Command Book Two

Available March 2
nd
, 2015

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*Warning:
This book features a Dominant alpha man who will push your boundaries until you beg for more. Read at your own risk.*

Blake Roberts is falling hard for his old flame and won’t stop until Erin is his. He doesn’t simply want her body; he wants her submission, her abandon, and the wounded heart she’s trying so hard to hide.

He wants all of her and he’s pulling out all the stops—in the bedroom and out—until she surrenders.

For Erin, what started as a charade has become all too real. She’s never experienced anything like the savage bliss she’s discovered in Blake’s arms. He tests her, dominates her, and if she doesn’t gain her freedom, soon he’ll own her—body and soul.

She has to escape even if running from Blake feels like running from the only home she’s ever known.