Pleasure and Danger
A Totally Bound Publication
Pleasure and Danger
ISBN #
978-1-78430-018-0
©Copyright Harlem Dae 2014
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright April 2014
Edited by Sarah Smeaton
Totally Bound Publishing
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
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Published in 2014 by Totally Bound Publishing,
Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN
Warning:
This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a
heat rating
of
Totally Melting
and a
Sexometer
of
2.
A Bit of Strange
PLEASURE AND DANGER
Harlem Dae
Book three in the A Bit of Strange serial
Just when the sex between Gabriel and Isabella is so dark she’s blinded by lust, her stranger takes things to a brand new level of edgy ecstasy.
Being dominated suits Isabella the way a pair of well-worn jeans fit, though she’s struggling to admit that she adores it just the way Gabriel is doling it out. She asks one more thing, realizing it’s going to allow him free reign on her body. She’ll let him use and abuse her in a filthy alley that matches her dirty desires, knowing it will bring them closer than ever.
But will it? Gabriel has upped his game. He wants Isabella. He wants to be with her, inside not just her body but also her mind. Take her to places that she has never been before and will ensure that she becomes his for all of time.
Pushing someone to their limit is a risky business, though when hearts are involved and souls connect, it makes it a whole lot more fun and brings strangers together in a way that ties them for all eternity.
Dedication
To Hannah, who embraces madness!
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Millets: Blacks Outdoor Retail Ltd.
Coke: The Coca-Cola Company
Burger King: Burger King
Chapter One
I woke with a pleasant and lazy sense of disorientation. In the moment between dreaming and reality, darkness and light had stolen my thoughts and mixed up my sense of space. But only for a few seconds, because then Gabriel’s body heat reminded me where I was.
I became aware of his flaccid cock against my arse cheeks, his gently rising and falling chest pressing into my back, and his stubbled chin resting by my neck. It all proved that I was exactly where I wanted to be.
In my new lover’s bed.
In my Master’s arms.
I opened my eyes wide and pulled in a breath as I stared at a pair of black and silver striped curtains covering the weakly lit window. My Master? God, where had that come from? Sure, I called him Sir when in a scene, because that’s what he liked, it got him off. But really, was that how my subconscious viewed him now?
He shifted slightly and tightened his grip on me as if to keep me secure within the curl of his body.
I let out the breath I’d been holding and rubbed my palms over his hairy right forearm, which was locked around me, over my waist.
“Are you okay?” he murmured sleepily.
“Yes. I think so.”
“You just
think
so?”
He kissed my neck, and his sharp facial hair scratching my skin sent a shudder of desire through me.
He chuckled. “My God, you even wake up wanting it, don’t you?”
I turned within his arms and faced him. “I want
you
.” And I did. I was buzzing for him. Whatever he could give me I wanted it. And the possibility that it could lead to more than sex, to an ‘us’, just made me greedier still.
He swept his palm over my hip, let it drift down my thigh to my knee then back up again to finally cup my face.
His touch brought me to life. The sensations of the night before came flooding back—the exquisite pain, the seemingly endless, earth-moving orgasm, the thrust of his cock in my pussy.
“You look beautiful in the morning,” he said softly. “Being in my bed clearly suits you.”
“Being with you suits me.” I smiled then kissed him gently on his lips.
He moaned a little and pulled me closer. The moan turned into a groan as his now-hardening cock pressed between us.
“It suits me, too,” he said, sliding his hand from my face to touch my breasts. “Are you sore?”
I gasped when he tweaked my swollen, tender nipple. “Yes, deliciously so.”
“And this one?” He switched his attention to my other tit.
“Ow. Oh, yes.” I looped my leg over his, shifted so that my pussy was open for his cock.
“What are you doing, Isabella?” he asked, stilling his movements.
“I…” I hesitated. He’d had that tone in his voice just then. The one that told me to be wary. That he was testing me, pushing me, wondering if I was going to step beyond my boundaries as his sub.
I’m not his fucking sub.
“Well?” he asked, staring deep in my eyes with his dark ones. “What are you doing?”
“I…I want us to fuck.”
“And you think you’ll get it when you ask like
that
?”
Oh, God.
His dick was thick and solid, rubbing against my pubic hair. He wanted it too. I’d bet my last pound he was battling every instinct in his testosterone-soaked body right now. What he really wanted to do was just ram into me, thrust and grind and grab a quick morning orgasm to start the day off with a bang.
“Ask properly, Isabella. Show some respect for the man who cares for you, satisfies you and will make all of your dirty dreams come true.” He shifted the covers a little to reveal my chest. “Ask me properly.”
“Please, Sir, can we fuck now? I want you.”
He tutted. “Really? Is that the best you can do?”
I frowned. “Tell me? What are the rules? How am I supposed to ask?”
“You can cut the tone of exasperation for a start.”
“Hard not to when just inches from my pussy I have a cock that’s ready and able, but a man who won’t allow it to be willing.”
He shifted away from me, forcing me to drop my leg. “There, problem solved. Now try.”
I pressed my fingers to my clit, squashing the heel of my hand over my mound. I was hot and wet, in need of his attention.
“Please, Sir, I’ve woken up needing you, wanting you… Please.” I knew that was better, I’d heard the plea in my voice, it was real, I hadn’t had to fake it.
He gave me a lopsided smile and propped his head on his hand, his elbow sinking deep into the dark pillow. He had an adorable sleep crease on his cheek and his hair was cutely tousled. “Mmm, you’re getting there. Now, tell me why you think you deserve my dick.”
“Because…because I did everything you told me, last night, in the cage. I was a good…” My words trailed off. He wanted me to say I was his sub, but I was no one’s sub. Well, I had been his, in the scene last night. It was what he’d wanted, I’d tried the hat on and it had fitted fine.
Perhaps I should just say it again right now.
To get what I needed, a means to an end as it were.
“You were a good what?” he asked in a patient voice, as if he had all the time in the world to steal the words from me.
I didn’t have oodles of time. I wanted him in me. Now. “I was a good sub, last night. I did what you wanted.”
“Sir.”
“I did what you wanted,
Sir
.”
“You did very well, but I also think you got what you wanted too.”
“Yes, oh yes, but…”
“But?” His eyebrows shot up.
“But dawn has broken and today is a new day. A new beginning for us to explore our fantasies, our darkest desires, and, Sir, I can’t wait to get on with them.”
He smiled at that. A proper grin that lit his face. “Me neither. In fact, we will start right now, as you suggested.”
Thank the dear Lord above. “Yes, okay.” I sidled up to him and started to fling my leg over his body again with every intention of sinking him deep and riding to an intense climax.
“Oh, no you don’t, you badly behaved little sub. I call the shots. I’m in charge. Not you.” He pushed me off then threw the duvet to the base of the bed.
Despite my chagrin, I couldn’t help but admire the way his cock poled straight upright. It was a wonderful dusky color and the morning shadows caressed it the way I wanted my pussy to.
He reached for me, slid his fingers over my head then gathered my hair into a tight ponytail in both of his hands.
I hissed in discomfort when he pulled and pulled, my scalp screaming from the torment of it.
“Do you know what I want?” he asked.
“To tease me?” I paused. “Sir.”
His eyes were glinting now. He was clearly getting aroused by my cheek, my resistance to conform.
“No, not tease, that’s not my intention, although it may be on other occasions. But this morning I need to call work and make my excuses for the day. I also need to make us a decent breakfast—we’re going to need our energy for what we have planned.”
“Yes, Sir.” Thank goodness he was still up for creating my dirty alley fantasy.
“So what I need right this minute”—he angled my face down so I was staring at his erection—“is for you to suck my dick. Make me come good and fast, sub, so I can get on with organizing our day.”
I licked my lips. It wasn’t what I’d intended exactly, but the thought of tasting him and sliding his thick cock into my mouth certainly appealed. And if he kept a tight, sharp hold on my hair as he did it, then all the better.
“What are you waiting for?” he snapped.
“Nothing, I…”
“Suck my cock, Isabella, and suck it like you love it.”
“I do love it, Sir.”
“What do you love? My cock or sucking cock?”
“Both, your cock and sucking, so I would imagine, Sir, that sucking
your
cock will be perfect, and if I may, I’d like to make myself come, too, while you’re deep in my throat.”