Dark, Dangerous, Delicious Volume 1 (6 page)

His Fuck Toy

I want him. I crave him. I have to have him and I’ll do anything he asks of me. Anything. Oh Sir Drake.
The mantra had become practiced as of late but sweet Jesus, she was quivering all over. Victoria Cummings groaned out loud as she pressed the back of her hand across her mouth. Her behavior was bordering on pathetic, but the beguiling Dom had such power over her and she wanted more and more every day.

I’ve become his toy, his fuck toy to be exact. Every time he uses me, treats me like a whore, I beg for more. I actually beg him to flog and fuck me time and time again. My cravings are becoming insatiable.
She shook her head and attempted to think about anything else, but her thoughts always raced back to him – the man who controlled her, owned her.
You’d think I’d be incensed by the realization. Instead I’m aroused, remaining in a heightened state of hunger every time he comes close. Really? Something has to be wrong with me.

Was there? Granted, he was a man of honor and yet one emitting a powerful aura of pure danger.
And I simply can’t get enough of him
. Thinking about him was going to drive Victoria insane. Rubbing her forehead, she wasn’t shocked how hot and wet she was. Drake had this effect on her and much more. Her pussy was quivering, clenching. No man in her life had brought her to this point. Ridiculous.

By all standards Drake Michaels wasn’t the chiseled hunk all her girlfriends thought she’d yearn for. He was barely over six feet tall with sandy blond hair and light blue eyes. While he was muscular and his body carved to near perfection, he wasn’t gorgeous by anyone’s standards. But he was the most intensely attractive hunk she’d ever laid eyes on – at least to her. Here she was panting just thinking about him.
I must be crazy wanting a man I barely know as much as I do. After all, I’m a strong willed woman, a powerhouse as the entrepreneur and owner of a recording studio.
Yes, the great Victoria Cummings was a woman of means, one who took no shit from anyone, especially a man. And she was longing to drop to her knees and suck Drake’s cock, become the good little girl he continued to berate her for not being.

Was this about the fact he was an attorney, one who made more money than God, or more about their sizzling chemistry? Whatever was going on she was hooked.

Is it cold in here or am I just shivering with need?
This wasn’t just need. This relationship was intoxicating and her fix was his utter and complete domination of her. God!
What is wrong with me?
She was so drawn to his web of perversions that she was ready to do anything he asked at any time. Where had this all started? One lunch meeting regarding a musician, who was still Drake’s client, had led to an entire afternoon of unbridled passion. By the end of the amazing day he’d fucked her several times, taking her in every hole and ending with a fairly intense spanking session. After that, their sometimes caustic relationship had taken darker turns. Some would say he was sick, sadistic. Maybe he was. Then again, she couldn’t care less.

Victoria paced the kitchen, glancing at the clock every few minutes, waiting for his call, his direction. She was having difficulty swallowing as her nerves were getting the better of her. Drake was prompt and expected no less from her. A glass of wine might help. Her hands fumbling, she sucked in her breath as she jerked out a wine glass, almost smashing the thin crystal against the side of the refrigerator. After two full minutes she managed to snap the cork in half. “Fuck!” Cursing under her breath, she glared at the bottle and held up her middle finger.

“Stop. Breathe. He’s just a man.” Yeah, like saying the words out loud would help her. Flipping on the kitchen CD player, she simply pressed the start button, not really caring what music was going to blare out of the speakers. When she heard what could only be described as chanting in tongue, she rolled her eyes. So much for music today and the artist was
not
going to become one of her clients. Another five full minutes passed before she was able to locate the wine opener and wrangle the broken cork from the bottle. Now she was going to pour a very full glass.

The first sip was soothing and by the fifth she was no longer shaking. Another quick glance at the clock gave her palpitations. Drake would be calling any minute. As casually as she could fake it, she walked toward her cell phone, which was placed smack in the middle of the kitchen island. Where would he ask her to meet him this time? Maybe Drake would insist on their usual seedy hotel, one that was definitely a by-the-hour kind of place? Or perhaps he’d drag her to the out of town restaurant and the oversized bathroom, where the colorful and very vocal truckers seemed to enjoy the kinky show. Giggling, she was tense but oh-so horny. Tonight he’d told her he was going to be rough, brutal given his growing needs.

When wasn’t he more like a savage beast than a man? He was skilled at hogtieing her wrists and ankles, keeping her splayed open for his use, his near abuse. She’d often wondered how he’d become so practiced in his methodologies. Gulping more wine, she resisted laughing. Who the hell really cared? She was merely thrilled he was so aggressive. This was the most intense relationship she’d ever had in her life and he was such an amazing lover. Amazing. Delicious. God, Drake left her breathless.

Victoria reached down, brushing the tip of her index finger across the phone, willing the damn thing to ring.
Come on. Hurry up. I need you and want you and…
Unable to finish the sentence, she closed her eyes and realized she was panting. “Ugh!”

The soft buzzing dragged her from her single moment of quiet peace. Her heart racing, she grabbed the phone, dragging her finger across the on button. “Sir?”

“Five minutes. I’ll be at your house. Open your kitchen blinds. Turn one the overhead lights. I want you naked and open wide for me, Victoria. Tonight I take you in every way. Tonight I use you until you can no longer stand and after that, I start over again. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.”
Oh my God. Oh my God!

“And leave the whip on the island for me. I know what a naughty girl you’ve been.”

Opening her mouth, nothing but air passed from the back of her throat. Drake had already hung up. He was coming to her house? He was going to fuck her here and…and… “Jesus. Oh Jesus.” He’d tied her to her bed, fucking her in the ass over and over again. One of Drake’s favorite things to do was to take her outside in the hot tub, eating her before shoving his cock into her mouth, but the events were under cover, a tall fence surrounding her entire back yard. Her kitchen window was wide open, allowing anyone who was coming and going to other townhomes to see their carnal activities.

Now she was shaking. No one knew about her kinky side, the woman who longed to become a slave, do the biddings of a man no matter what he asked of her. No one knew she had fantasies about being taken by several men, the moments of rough sex more like rape than anything. She refused to allow anyone into the part of the inner bad girl who would fuck anywhere at any time. Now this…

But she had to obey or he’d lash every inch of her body with red stripes, the punishment severe. Tingling, she took another gulp of wine, nearly draining the glass before scampering into the bedroom to shun her clothes. Victoria couldn’t stand his disapproving look. The pain of the leather strap was nothing in comparison to his harsh looks. A nervous tick appeared in the corner of her mouth as she struggled to remove every scrap of clothing. She thought about her neighbors, her very conservative neighbors, and laughed nervously. Maybe she’d be the Friday night show. Oh so much better than television. She was a very bad girl indeed to think such wicked and sinful thoughts. Any one of her neighbors might have a heart attack from seeing her naked, let alone being tied and flogged. Maybe their next homeowners association meeting wouldn’t be so boring after all.

When she was finally naked, she sucked in her breath and brushed her fingers through her hair. Whew, she was trembling. Now where the hell did she put the strap, his favorite implement? Horror swept through her as she tried to remember. There was maybe two minutes left and she couldn’t even figure out where the hell the freaking whip was. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” The cursing seemed to do the trick. Saying a silent prayer of thank you, she grabbed the leather loop, the one securing the well-worn piece to the back of her closet door, and rushed back into the kitchen.

She carefully laid the beloved whip of pain on the island before yanking open the blinds. Groaning, Victoria hesitated then flicked the switch for the light, the intensely bright, white light. As the glow filled the kitchen she moaned. This was as naked to the world as she’d ever want to be. Her damn kitchen table would have to be so close to the picture window. Grumbling wasn’t going to do make this any easier. She smiled at the thought.

Panting, she could make out the sound of a car just outside and electricity rolled into every cell in her body. For a few seconds she couldn’t focus on anything, the flashes of vibrant lights dancing in front of her like a beacon of wanton lust. She was on fire and so much in need there wasn’t a part of her body that wasn’t shaking. Victoria eased on top of the kitchen table and a fit of giggles bubbled into her throat. She managed to shove them down into the pit of her stomach from her sheer willpower and opened her legs wide.

Drake was extremely particular. Scooting down until her butt was at the edge of the table, she wrapped her arms around her thighs and opened her legs as wide as they would go. She’d prepared herself for his feast. After that, he would merely take her. Fuck her. Please God, let him fuck her like wild dog. Hearing her front door open she closed her eyes and clenched her fists. She was so damn nervous. Why was she sick with anticipation? Because he was unpredictable. Drake was not satisfied until he took her limits to the extreme, pushing her to the outside of her comfort zone.

One. Two. Three…
The mental exercise of counting wasn’t doing her any good. Victoria sucked in her breath and instantly the scent of his exotic cologne floated into her nostrils. Sexy. The man was…

“Victoria. I see you followed my directions. Good girl.”

Her entire body became jazzed from simply hearing the husky tone in his voice. “Of course, sir.”

“You look beautiful for me tonight and I’m very hungry,” Drake sighed as he moved closer.

The subtle sound meant he was removing his coat. She couldn’t help herself and stole a quick glance in his direction. Victoria almost came from merely seeing his shadowed face, his muscular body. She was as turned on as she’d ever been. “Thank you, sir.” As he removed his tie, unbuttoned his crisp, white shirt and rolled up his sleeves, a song seemed to dance in her head – one of pure seduction. What was she doing?

Drake tilted his head as he walked closer, his eyes never leaving her body. “I’m famished tonight.”

“Yes, sir. I…” Victoria wiggled on top of the table, her eyes drifting to the thick bulge between his legs. “I can see that, sir.”

“Mmm… My sweet but very naughty Victoria, tonight you’ll wear my stripes crisscrossing every inch of your creamy skin, but first I require a taste of you. I also require service from you.” He held up his arm, showing her his hand and flexing his fingers open. “Beautiful and willful and soon I’m going to make you my slave. I know you’ll like that. Won’t you, sweet Victoria?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And you’ll do anything I say without reservation. Won’t you, Victoria?” Drake eased his hand down, covering her face, his fingertips barely brushing against her skin.

“Yes, sir!” Moaning, she arched her back, succumbing to his touch.

“Including allowing me to fuck your face, your pussy or your ass anytime I so desire?” He caressed her skin for a few seconds before sliding his hand down and wrapping his fingers around her throat. Leaning over, Drake lowered his face until his lips were pressed against hers, and squeezed his hand around her neck.

Shuddering, she dug her nails into her legs, a blissful group of sensations rocketing through every inch of her body. “Yes…sir…I… Oh God yes.”

“Good girl.” As he increased the hold on her throat, his fingers clamping down, he pushed his tongue inside her mouth.

Her breath was caught as their tongues entwined and she struggled to keep her arms around her legs. Every part of her body was shaking as he clenched her neck. The kiss became more intense, his moans filtering between them. She loved the taste of the man, sultry and tangy.

When he finally let go of his strong grip, he moved his hand down and cupped her breast, the hold rougher than the one before. “You’re all mine. My bitch. My whore. You’re the perfect woman.” A dark chuckle slipping from his lips, Drake nipped her bottom lip before licking down the length of her neck to the swell of her breasts.

Victoria arched her back more, jutting her chest out just as he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Fuck!” The pain was instant, yet so delicious. What if her neighbors could see her now, splayed out like a feast for any man to take and devour. The thought was so damn enticing she had to clench her pussy muscles for fear of cumming before she was allowed.

He twisted her tender flesh as he dragged his tongue across to her other breast, swirling his tongue around her nipple before biting down.

“Ooohhh…” Stars appeared in front of her eyes and she almost dropped her legs. Victoria was certain she was going to cum, a pleasure that would be met harshly. When he moved back, breaking the hold completely, she breathed a sigh of relief.

“You’re wet and hot tonight. I can tell. And I’m very hungry.” His fingers never left her skin as Drake exhaled slowly and walked down toward the end of the table.

She heard the scraping noise of the chair as he moved the wooden legs across the tile floor. When the subtle creaking sound the wood made as he sat down wafted up toward her, she whimpered. The second he gripped her legs, yanking her ass off the table, she moaned. As he pressed his face into her pussy, his tongue darting inside, she gasped and tried to calm her raggedly beating heart. What a moment. What a man.