Domination Sex: Conditioned Response (6 page)

I don’t wait to be told. I wriggle
underneath Jay until I’m able to flip over. On my knees, my face
and my shoulders pressed to the thick velvet of the couch cushion,
I present my ass to him. “Please fuck my asshole.”

From the side table, Jay grabs a tiny
tube of lubricant. This time, he doesn’t warm it, and the chill of
the gel feels heavenly against the stinging hot skin, just as
promised. He had this so well planned, from the moment he told me
I’d find myself here.

The pressure of his fingertips against
my tight hole sends electrical shivers of excitement through me, so
unlike the pain and dread I expected. I even nudge back to meet his
fingers. He penetrates me with one.

“More,” I moan.

“Already?” he asks, but he complies
with my request, then fucks his long fingers in and out of me while
I groan shamelessly. With a third finger added, he begins twisting
and working his fingers in circles.

“I’m ready,” I insist. “Give me your
cock.” I need to feel his long dick piercing me. I need to see
pleasure softening his handsome features. I need to please
him.

Jay curses under his breath. “I’m
trying to be gentle, but it’s not going to last with you talking
like that.”

“Now,” I plead, and I yelp as his
fingers leave my hole abruptly.

The bulbous head of Jay’s dick presses
on my stinging anus, and I’m surprised at how easily my hole gives
way for him. Compared to the plug I’ve been wearing for two days,
his cock is warm and velvety but so much bigger. I brace myself as
the pain flares, willing myself to believe it will be just a matter
of time before his hard strokes turn to bliss. Instead, the
discomfort dies back as soon as his head has breached my anus, and
his cock slides in slow and smooth, almost to his balls.

“Say something, Emma,” he breathes
through gritted teeth, sounding pained. “Am I hurting
you?’

“God, no. It feels good. More, Jay.
Put it all the way in.”

“Fuck,” he gasps. “The things you say
drive me mad.”

“I can take it,” I promise. “Please.
All of it. Fuck me.”

“With pleasure.”

And he does, shifting his weight to
sink his long dick into my ass those last two inches, until his
balls are flush with my soft, round cheeks. Holding my hips in an
unbreakable grip, Jay drags his tool a few inches back, then pushes
it all the way up my hole again. My asshole is aching, burning,
throbbing.

“More,” I beg again. “Do it harder.
Faster.”

He doesn’t doubt or disagree this
time. Biting his lip, Jay sets a slow, steady rhythm with his hips,
then builds it every few strokes, until he’s grunting with the
force of shoving his cock up my ass from head to balls with each
thrust.

His flesh rubbing against mine, his
meaty cock plowing deep into my ass, is a dark, deep pleasure I
hadn’t anticipated. I lean back to meet his hips, my chest heaving
for breath as I gasp half-sentences begging for more. Sweat slicks
my skin as I tense and squirm, twisting to watch the ecstasy play
over his face.

So soon, I come to a point where all I
can say, over and over, is, “Come inside me. Please come in my
ass.”

Jay sighs my name, his muscles
twitching and flexing as his long, hard thrusts become short,
frenzied jabs. He circles my narrow waist with one arm and grabs me
by the nape of the neck, making me hold still. A few more seconds,
and he stills as well. Then he lets out a loud groan as his cock
begins twitching inside me, pumping warm cum into my tight
passage.

I close my eyes and concentrate on the
sensation of Jay filling me, taking me, owning me.

***

“We’re going to be late,” I say as I
slip on my boots. He likes it when I wear the knee-high ones with
my short, black pencil skirt.

From behind me, Jay emerges from the
bathroom wearing nothing but a towel slung temptingly low on his
hips. He flips his wet hair back, flinging drops of water that
catch me as I turn to face him.

“I suppose hot, wet sex is out of the
question then,” he drawls as he starts around to his side of the
bed, where his clothes are laid out.

I grab the edge of his towel and jerk
it away, smiling wickedly at the sight of that long, muscular body.
“Not necessarily. Julie is an experienced hostess. She can keep
people entertained while they wait.”

Jay stalks toward me, not stopping
until he has pushed me backward onto the bed and followed me down.
“You make an excellent point. She can’t really yell at us at our
own engagement party.”

“Oh, she can,” I giggle, reaching for
his hardening cock. “But it’s hard to care when the afterglow is
good.”

Pulling up my skirt, Jay arches one
brow and grins. “Then I shall endeavor to please, my
love.”

THE END

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ERIKA MASTEN

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AN EXCERPT FROM ERIKA
MASTEN’S

A FIRM HAND: DOMINATED
#4

At the private elevator, I jabbed the
call button frantically. My breath came in erratic pants and sighs.
I leaned forward, pressing my cheek to the cool marble of the
entryway wall, my thumb holding the elevator button all the while.
Behind the heavy wooden doors to the lounge, voices rose in
laughter, then receded. A slave squealed in tormented joy. Was it
the redhead? Why was the elevator taking so damn long to get
here?

The sound of a footstep on the
entryway tile sent a gush of panic through me, scattering my
thoughts. I whirled around, summoning a weak smile to my face,
muttering, “Oh, excuse me, I’m not feeling very—”

The rest of my bullshit excuse for
weeping in the entryway fell mute as I faced Wolf. Though he was
otherwise pristine, his face was still flushed from coming in the
redhead’s mouth. I was so jealous I wanted to slap him. My hands
contracted into tight fists at my sides, my fingernails stabbing
into the soft flesh of my palms.

I felt a tear break from my wet eyes,
and goddamn it, I couldn’t stop it. It ran down the mask. As the
warm drop hit my face, Wolf surged forward, forcing me back against
the cold marble wall. I gasped, at the chilly tiles pressed to my
back and the sudden heat of his body thrust against me from thighs
to chest. He smothered my muddled cry of surprise with his lips
against mine, demanding they part for him. My hands instinctively
shot up to push feebly at his shoulders, and he pinned my wrists to
the wall above me, my arms stretched as high as I could reach. I
whimpered as he leaned in harder, his cock digging into my lower
stomach. He had just come in the redhead’s mouth and was already so
hard again.

Helpless, weak with desire, I opened
my lips to his kiss and whined shamelessly as his tongue penetrated
my mouth. It slid confidently, forcefully against mine, coiling and
coaxing. He tasted hot and coppery and vaguely of the berry and
spice notes in The Tower’s best wine.

When he pulled his head back, I felt
like a starving woman who had just tasted a crumb of bread. I
tilted my face up, craning for more.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, not in
the strict, callous tone he had used with the redhead, nor in the
coaxing voice he had used with me the previous night. This was firm
and possessive, impatient and unyielding. His shoes pushed at the
inside of my pumps until my legs were spread so far I was almost
dangling by his hold on my wrists.

Wolf shifted his grip to hold both my
wrists in one hand. The other jerked my tight skirt up to my waist,
exposing me, and dove deep into my black panties. If the last few
moments hadn’t demonstrated to him that I was indeed a submissive,
his hand finding my pussy shaved betrayed me. A sigh shuddered out
of me as two of his fingers probed my creamy folds.

“Your cunt is gushing wet,” he said
accusingly. The Dominant stared boldly down into my eyes, and I
felt my face and chest flush with embarrassment, humiliation,
arousal. “It turned you on watching me use that slave.” A burst of
jealousy made me want to deny it, but I pressed my lips into a
frown and bit down the urge. He bent his face forward again, his
mouth brushing mine as he said, “It could have been you on your
knees for me, submitting yourself to me. You could have let go of
your fear and your pride and given yourself to me as your Master.
I’d already be inside you. I’d already have you begging and
moaning.”

Breathlessly, almost silently, I
whimpered, “I know.”

“Then why?”

My tears flowed down the
mask. “I want
more
. And I want someone who wants more.”

A Firm Hand: Dominated #4 is available
now.

AN EXCERPT FROM ERIKA
MASTEN’S

MY TWO DOMS: HOT HARD MENAGE
#3

“You’ve never responded
when I’ve flirted with you, Zoe. Is that
only
because you thought I was
gay?”

I look up from the bottom of my glass.
“You’ve never!”

“I have.”

I blink hard a few times. “You
have?”

Matthew nods, and I frown at the
thought of the missed opportunity. Little by little, I’m leaning
toward him, my face turned upward. As soon as his soft, lush lips
brush mine, I open my mouth, hungry for his tongue. He teases me,
licking my lips, sucking, making my mouth tingle. Then his hand is
taking hold of my long ponytail. His dark eyes watch my face
carefully as he starts to pull my hair. My mouth bows in a whisper
of a moan.

Then he’s pulling harder, making me
arch, his other arm circling my waist to support me. Matthew’s
lips, his rugged, scratchy chin and jaw, work up and down my
exposed neck. My gaze grazes the ceiling before my eyes roll back
in my head.

“Open your knees, Zoe,” he growls low
against my skin. When I comply, he advances, pushing his swollen
hard-on against my pussy through my skirt and panties.

I gasp at the sensation, at the
pressure on my swelling clit, at the size of Matthew’s bulging
cock. His response is to reach between us and pull my skirt up, out
of the way. One less layer of clothing shielding my cunt from his
hard dick. He grabs my ass and jerks me forward, so that my pussy
lips spread to cradle his hard-on. I keen with need, with months of
pent-up sexual frustration, with astonishment at my own brazen
reaction to his touch.

Matthew’s hot breath on my ear leaves
me shuddering. “Do you want to know what I’d do to you if you were
my submissive, Zoe?”

“Yes,” I mew.

“You know better than that, don’t you,
sweetheart?”

I panic for a moment, before realizing
and blurting, “Yes, sir.”

He licks my ear with his silky, warm
tongue, while pulling my hair hard enough to make my scalp prickle
with stinging pain. The intensity of the sensation leaves me limp
in his corded arms.

“I’d make you strip down for me and
show me how wet your pussy is, to prove you’re ready to please me.
Would that excite you?”

Pressing my nipples to his chest and
digging my fingernails into his biceps, I whisper, “Yes,
sir.”

“Then I’d put you on your knees on the
floor so I could bind those delicate ankles together and your
little hands together, and then your wrists to your ankles.” He
gives me a moment to picture this, to imagine my arms bent back and
my bare tits thrust up in invitation, my thighs spread wide. “Then
you’d suck my long cock while I held your head and fucked your
beautiful mouth. I’d make you do the same for Noah.”

My eyes fly open when Matthew adds
this last detail. The idea of both of them touching me, of both men
using me at the same time, leaves me breathless. Shouldn’t I be
scandalized, offended, frightened, instead of riveted by the
thought?

Noah, while different than
Matthew—leaner, not quite as tall, with loosely curling brown hair
and blue eyes just a little paler than mine, and a demeanor at once
dreamy and haunted—is no less attractive. Would he handle me more
gently than Matthew does? More roughly? Would he also growl dirty,
delicious things into my ear? Or would he silently force me to bend
for him?

Matthew’s hand shifts from pulling my
hair to cradling my head, urging me to straighten and look at him.
“Would you do that, Zoe? Give yourself to me and to Noah? Serve
both our pleasures?”

My mouth is so dry I can hardly speak.
“Is that what you want?” I ask in a weak, cracking
voice.