Mastered: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender (114 page)

He didn’t say anything, or touch her until after they were inside the building, and standing at his door. Then he hesitated. He turned to her, and her heart thumped against her ribs at the emotions he didn’t try to hide from her.

“You told me about you, and what you wanted. I feel it’s only fair to tell you where I stand before you enter my home.”

“Okay.”

He cupped her check in his hand, lightly stroking her skin with his thumb as he spoke softly, but firmly. “I don’t bring subs from the club to my home. For longer than I care to admit, I’ve only played in clubs, in situations where I could go into scenes knowing exactly what my limits were, and hers. It wasn’t always just about sex, and even though I’ve been intimate with many of them, it’s never been about love. This, with you, it’s about love. It’s limitless. If you step through this door with me, there’s no going back for either of us.”

She couldn’t talk. Tears swam in her eyes and words stuck in her throat. Putting her hand on his, she stood on her tiptoes and pressed trembling lips to his for a second before stepping away. Looking right at him, she opened the door, and walked into his place backward.

Dark hunger swept over Ian’s face as he followed her in. He closed the door behind him, turning the lock deliberately. He dropped his back and prowled toward her as she kept moving deeper and deeper into his home. When she reached open space, she held out her arms. “I’m all in.”

With a growl he swept her up into his arms, slammed his mouth down on hers and carried her through the place. He took such complete control of her in that instant that she didn’t notice anything but the taste and texture of his mouth on hers until he put her on her feet again. Then she became aware of his hands moving over her body, going down her back and cupping her bare ass beneath her skirt, squeezing and pulling at her cheeks in a way that had her whimpering in need.

She arched into him, rubbing herself against the delicious ridge of his cock, hungry to be closer - to be naked with nothing between them but sweat.

Suddenly, he gripped a handful of her hair and tugged her head back, exposing her neck to his ravenous mouth.

“God, yes.” The moan slid from her as his teeth scraped along her jaw, leaving a blazing trail of fire. “More.”

He let go of her and stepped back. “Strip.”

She pulled her shirt off over her head, thankfull she’d gone braless, and toed off her boots at the same time. When she reached for the snap on her skirt she slowed because he’d done the same and she got her first good look at the man’s body. She’d known he had muscles, but the guy was cut. Her tongue tingled with the need to lick him all over as she pushed the leather of her skirt down her legs. Then she stood in front of him in nothing but a flimsy thong.

“Off,” he growled, the dark fire of raw lust in his eyes making her squirm. It was as if that fire went straight from his gaze into her bloodstream. Heat swept through her body, making her sex weep.

Ian stared at the woman in front of him and thanked God for bringing her back into his life. She was amazing, lithe and strong, but soft and womanly in all the right ways. He wasn’t surprised to see more colorful ink covering the right side of her ribs and torso. He wanted to trace his fingers over every inch of her artwork, until she was begging for him to take her.

Making her beg would have to wait though because his cock was almost burning with all the hot blood filling it.

“On the bed,” he ordered.

Ronnie scrambled up on to the king mattress and wiggled her ass at him with absolutely no shame. Quicker than she could blink, he reached out and smacked the target she’d given him. Her yelp echoed through the room, and his hand burned. She turned around, leaned back on her elbows, and spread her legs with a grin.

Fuck, he loved this woman.

He kicked off his shoes, shoved off his jeans, shoes and shorts in one swift move. “I’m going to fuck you hard now,” he said. “Then we’re going to make love. Then I’m gonna fuck you until we both fall asleep.

“Yes, please, Sir.”

His heart pounded and stood at the edge of the bed. He grabbed her ankles, and pulled her toward him.

She gasped, the sound making all the little hairs on his body stand on end. When her ass was at the edge of the bed, he wrapped her legs around his hips and bent forward, covering her mouth with his. They both moaned at the skin on naked skin contact.

The rigid tips of her breasts pressed against his chest, scraping against him as she writhed beneath him. He reached between them cupping those tiny mounds as he dragged his mouth from hers. Ripe red tips called to him and he answered by taking one in his mouth and pinching the other between thumb and finger until she moaned and arched up off the bed.

Ronnie’s thighs tightened around his waist as her hips lifted, and her wet pussy rubbed against his belly with every move. Her hands moved down and she grabbed his ass, her nails digging in as she squeezed, trying to pull him closer,

He knew as soon as he was inside her he was going to lose it so he bent his knees and rocked his body against hers, spreading her juices over his cock as it slid between her thick, wet folds and rubbed against her clit. He fought for control of his body and lost. The begging sounds she was making coupled with the hot juices coating his cock were too much to deny. Keeping a tight grip on the last thread of his control, Ian eased back and unwrapped her legs from around him.

“Tuck your heels beneath your butt and grab your ankles,” he said as he reached for his jeans and the condom in the pocket.

A second later he stared down at her wet welcoming slit and groaned. He put his hands on the bed and crawled between her spread thighs. Gazing into her eyes, he lined himself up at her entrance, and thrust home.

She cried out, her cunt convulsing around him and Ian fought not to come right then and there.

Burying his face in her neck he worked to control himself. Ronnie’s body wrapped around him, fitting him better than he ever could have imagined. So perfect. Her inner muscles spasmed, the shock of it rippling over his cock and up through to his own insides all the way to his heart. When he had some semblance of control he lifted his head and gazed into her eyes again, and began to move.

She was so tight, so hot, her greedy cunt sucking at him with each stroke. Her legs gripped his hips tighter and her hands scratched down his back sending jolts of hot, raw, pleasure ripping through him.

A long low moan of pleasure vibrated against his skin as he slammed into her again and again. Her insides tightened around his throbbing, pulsing cock hungrily, and he lost it.

His control broke and he growled, pumping faster and harder, burying himself so deep as he came that she’d never be rid of him.

They slept, and in the middle of the night when Ronnie rolled to the edge of the bed, Ian’s arm reached out and dragged her back to his side. “I’m never letting you go,” he mumbled.

She smiled down at the arm around her waist. He was everything she’d dreamt of.

This is just the start for Ronnie, Ian, and the other members of Overwatch. Be sure to look for Adam’s story, PRIMAL, releasing in October of 2014.
 

Unfettered
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Family means everything to P.I. Alexis Signorino. After being orphaned at a young age she grew up running rampant between her uncles garage and the biker bar next to it. When bar owner Jimmy D, a man she thinks of as family, is charged with murder there’s nothing that can stop her from running to his rescue.

Going home isn’t easy, but she slides smoothly into the role of cocktail waitress in The Crib, and begins searching for the real murderer. When Devon Kaye strolls into the bar, not only does her libido kick into high gear, so do her instincts. There’s much more to the criminally hot biker than meets the eye. Her gut says the sexy mystery man isn’t the murderer, but he’s definitely hiding something.

The questions are piling up, and Lexy is determined to find the answers even if it means indulging in some sinful acts along the way.

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A heady mixture of adrenaline and arousal coursed through my veins as I lifted the half-full snifter to my lips to sip at the creamy concoction. I’d been trying for hours to wrap my mind around the latest news I’d received. Jimmy D, a man I considered family, was a murder suspect. My temper had been simmering since I got off the phone, and I couldn’t seem to get a grip.

I’d learned that the only way for me to deal when that happened was to go in search of a physical release. A fight was one way to take the edge off my emotions and give me a chance to think again, but my sparring partner was out of town, so I had gone with option two.

Setting the drink down again, I swiped my tongue slowly across my top lip to catch anything left behind, and watched my companion’s eyes darken. A slow flush crept across his high cheekbones and he inched closer.

He was a good-looking guy. In a clean-cut boy next-door kind of way that made him look younger than he probably was. Not my usual type. However, I knew for a fact that looks could be deceiving. And the fact that he was hanging out in this bar, a known meet-market, told me that he wasn’t as naïve or innocent as he appeared.

Just like I wasn’t as frail or delicate as I appeared.

“What was your name again?” I tossed my hair over my shoulder and looked him up and down.

“Steve,” he answered.

“Are you horny, Steve?”

Now it was his neck that slowly turned red. I slipped my hand below the edge of the bar, leaned into him, and reaching between his legs, tested his size. His cock swelled beneath my fingers, and a satisfying feeling of power swept over me.

Men. They were so predictable.

“I think you’ve discovered the answer to that question yourself,” he spoke with confidence.

With a naughty smile I stroked him a few times through his trousers. That was all it took. He reached into his pocket and tossed a few bills on the bar for the tab. Stepping back, he took my now empty hand in his, and we exited the bar.

The night air was humid and the parking lot was dark, a couple of the lights along the roof of the building burnt out. I automatically scanned my surroundings, noticing dark corners and the proximity of potential danger zones. It was the perfect place for illicit activities.

God, I loved the rush of living-on-the-edge, of doing the unexpected.

Steve lead the way across the parking lot, with me following him, not saying a word. Instead, I focused on the way my heart raced, my pussy lips plumped, and my juices pooled between my thighs.

He hadn’t even touched me yet. The overeager reaction of my body was a clear sign I was doing the right thing. I needed this liberation from my tangled thoughts for just a short time.

Steve stopped next to a big shiny red pickup truck that was backed up against the building, and beeped the door unlocked.

“This is yours?”

“Yup.” He ushered me between the truck and the compact car parked next to it. “Where are you going?”

Instead of climbing into the truck like he’d expected, I continued to walk toward the building. With a quick glance I confirmed my suspicions. There was just enough room for what I had in mind.