Winner Takes All - Book 1 (An Erotic Romance) (3 page)

Sasha pushed herself away from the door and walked to
stand by his side. Inside, she smiled, enjoying his eyes on her every movement.

He likes me!
she thought, a
bubble of joy floating inside her.

She looked away from him with an effort. Beyond him, the
city was awash in glittering lights. The evening sun had fallen completely
away. Night and her cape of lights now blanketed the city. At her side, Damien
watched the city too. His breaths came easy and deeply, hands resting near hers
on the railing.
Such beautiful hands he has
, she thought through the
pleasant fuzz blanketing her brain.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked.

His eyes were as bright as the city lights, glimmering
with an intensity that made her shudder. A slow, melting fire started in the
pit of her as she stared up into Damien’s face. His look pulled her close then
closer to him until her hands rested lightly on his chest. She tilted her head
up to his, swimming in the intoxication of his presence, and the champagne.

“Only if we’re going back to your place,” she whispered.

Inside, Sasha gasped in shock at her own boldness. She
flushed. Did she just really say that? She started to pull back but he gently
grasped her arms, tugging her even closer him.

“Your wish is my command, my lady.” A faint smile, almost
cruel in its anticipation, touched his full lips.

The lights became fierce in his eyes then. She melted
even more thoroughly, feeling the arousal move through her body, stiffening her
nipples, her clitoris. She reveled in this feeling of desire. It had been so
long since she’d touched and been touched with the intension to pleasure. Sasha
licked her lips. Her heart pounded. After a heated moment, their bodies pressed
chest to chest, hip to hip, Damien released her. He brushed the backs of his
knuckles along her jaw line. She quivered.

He smiled again, obviously pleased. With the lightest of
touches, he tucked her arm in the crook of his elbow, led her from the party,
and down to his car.

All too quickly, they were at Damien's sprawling estate.
With one hand comfortably on the steering wheel, he drove the luxurious black
sedan through the high, iron gates and past the stables. The car pulled into a
massive garage housing dozens of other expensive cars. Sasha had only a few
moments to gape at the gleaming assortment of vehicles before he was leading
her into the darkened house.

Damien’s hand clasped gently yet firmly around hers. His
strides were unhurried, but purposeful, taking them quickly through the house.
Though there were no words spoken between them of sex, or purpose, or
surrender, it was all there in the air between them. The way he took control of
her was an aphrodisiac. Her body trembled with anticipation of what else he would
take charge of. With all those possibilities trembling between them, he led her
up the stairs, down a long hallway. Then, to his bedroom. 

Damien closed the door behind them, briefly closed his
eyes as he leaned back against the door. His breathing was unhurried and soft.
But Sasha felt it cost him a great deal to keep it that way. Excitement and
urgency crackled around him.

"Take off your clothes," he said.

He voice was all icy control but she could already see
the erection straining at the front of his pants. Sasha licked her lips.
Wanting to kiss him, wanting so much but afraid to ask. She unzipped the dress
and stepped out of it, reaching down to pluck off her shoes.

"Leave on the shoes."

In her bra and panties, her high heels, she stood
watching him, watching her.

"Now, the bra. And panties. Take them off
slowly."

He pushed himself away from the door and toward her, his
walk even more feline that what she'd noticed before. He stopped with only two
feet between them, watched her with eyes that missed nothing as she reached
back to unsnap her bra then took it off. She heard him take a rough breath as
her breasts tumbled free. They weren't large, only C cups, but on someone so
short and so thin, she knew their size looked almost melon-like. At least
that’s what one of her foster mother’s had said to her years ago. She roughly
pushed the thought from her mind, refusing to let any of those past years ruin
her present joy.

"God!" Damien stared at her breasts, his lips
slightly parted, as if he imagined himself already suckling from her.

He hissed as if to take a move toward her, but stopped
himself. "Now, the panties."

She hooked her thumbs in the edges of the plain black
cotton and pulled them down her thighs. Sasha bit her lip as the underwear pulled
away from her wet sex, exposing the lush dark bush, the clitoris already poking
its head out and begging for attention. The heated want slithered through her
body as he devoured her with his glittering eyes. She stood before him, her
breasts trembling with each breath she took, not sure what to expect.

It had been a long time since she’d allowed a man to
touch her. Almost two years. In that time, her body had wracked her with its
needs; but she’d ignored those needs in favor of her career. Suddenly with
Damien’s eyes on her breasts and on her damp sex, she felt the emptiness of
every one of those seven hundred and thirty days of celibacy. She wanted him.
She wanted him so badly she could almost feel him pushing at the back of her
throat. Sasha whimpered softly in her need.

Touch me
, she almost begged
him.
Touch me, please.

Then, he touched her.

He slid a hand around her back and drew her to him, her
nakedness against his suited body, even more erotic than if he'd been naked
too. Although she longed to see him, longed to touch him, she wanted him like
this too. Needed it. Her hands pressed against his chest just as they had done
on the balcony at the party. But this time, she was nervous. Almost frightened
by the urgent possession in his gaze, by the way he stared hungrily at her
mouth, her body. He groaned her name, brought his mouth down to hers.

Sasha sighed. At last. His lips were firm and warm, the
masculine curves of them fitting hers perfectly. Pressing into her, then it was
his tongue lapping at her mouth then sliding inside to possess her with its
strength and heat. He tasted the entire inside of her. Licked her, made her
gasp.

His touch was the spark she needed. Ever since
propositioning him on the balcony, she had been nervous about what she had
done. Worried that she could not take it back. Now with his mouth on hers, his
hot tongue delving into her, her breasts crushed against his chest, she didn't
want to take anything back. She just wanted him to drink her up like fine
champagne, swirl her over his tongue, and make her feel like magic.

Through the thoughts swirling in her head, champagne
induced, Damien-fueled, she felt everything as urgent, as hot, as right now.
She wanted everything. His tongue. His strength. His body.

Damien’s hands caressed her back then fell down to her
bottom, cupping her curves, stroking her before sliding down between the plump
globes of flesh to fondle her wetness.

"Oh!"

It had been so long since she'd had a lover. So long that
she'd almost forgotten what it was like to be out of her mind with pleasure,
wanting someone else to take control of her body and bring her the release she
so desperately craved.

"You're so fucking wet!" Damien gasped against
her mouth as his fingers explored between the damp and plump folds of her sex.

His fingers slid inside her, stroking her until she was
moving her body against his, agitated. Out of her skin with want. The fabric of
his suit rubbed against her breasts with each motion, jerking her arousal even
higher. He pulled his hands back from her dripping sex, still kissing her,
sucking on her tongue in a wicked rhythm that had her eyes rolling back in her
head, her core getting hotter and wetter. She clung to him, as they kissed, her
fingernails curling into his shoulders. A moan vibrated at the back of her
throat.

He lifted his head, eyes bright. Without warning, he
swept her into his arms, carried her to massive the bed, a black four poster
with soft sheets and the key to her night's fulfillment. Sasha trembled as
Damien yanked off her high heel shoes and dropped them on the floor. He knelt
in the bed between her splayed thighs.

"I want to do so much to you," he said, voice
rough, seeming on the very edge of control.

He touched her again, swirling his fingers in her wet heat,
thumbing her clitoris, circling the fat button of her pleasure until she moaned
his name.

"Damien!"

Her fingers curled in the sheets as he rubbed her
clitoris with his thumb, two fingers deep inside her. Fucking her, stretching
her as he widened his fingers until she ached from the fullness, but distracted
from any discomfort by his careful attention to her clit.

"Put your hands on your breasts," he hissed.

At first, she hesitated, unsure of what he meant or how
to do what he demanded; but the moment she touched her breasts she knew what he
wanted. With his fingers fucking her slowly, deeply, his thumb diving around
her clitoris and making her wild with pleasure, she stroked her breasts and
squeezed the nipples. Her hips moved against her bed, winding and moving around
his fingers as he fed her pleasure. Sasha felt as tight as a spring. A flush of
heat rushed through her body. As he fucked her, she squeezed her nipples more
frantically, pulled them, the gasps tumbling from her lips like curses.

"You're enjoying that too much," he murmured.

He stopped his caresses, pulling his thumb from her clit.

"No! Don't stop. Please."

She panted as the hot sensation receded. Sasha put her
hand on her clitoris, frantic to feel it again.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” His voice was arctic.

“Please. I need it….” She hooked her middle finger under
the hood of her clitoris, stroking it the way she liked while her breath came
quickly.

“If you don’t move that finger, I’ll make you regret it.”

Sasha whimpered, but took her hand away from her own
aching flesh. How had she gotten to this point, of begging, of wanting more
than anything for him to make her come? It didn't matter. She wanted him. She
needed him.

But Damien wasn't easy to be had. With his fingers off
her clitoris, his fingers moved leisurely inside her body. The spring inside
her loosened until the precipice wasn't quite so close anymore.

"Do you want something from me?" he asked, his
fingers still moving inside her.

Sasha looked between her legs. His fingers were wet with
her clear, viscous arousal. He shoved his fingers inside her, pulled them back
out while she watched, mesmerized. Warmth and desire undulated through her
body, her hips moving to the rhythm he set.

"Answer me."

Sasha blinked and looked up into his face. His brutally
handsome features were hard with passion, mouth taut, cheekbones jutting under
his skin. He looked on the verge of something. Sasha licked her lips.

"I want to come," she said softly, her voice
trembling.

"Ah." Satisfaction glinted in his eyes.
"Will you let me do anything to get you there?" His thumb flicked her
clitoris and Sasha gasped from the sudden delight.

"Yes!” she groaned. “You can do anything!"

"Oh good." Then he pulled his hands completely
away from her, abandoning her wanting center.

She throbbed with the emptiness of it.
"Please!"

"You haven't even started to beg yet," he
murmured.

He moved his hand behind her, yanked open the bedside
table drawer, pulled out several pairs of silver handcuffs, quickly latching
her wrists, one after the other, to the posts by her head, then imprisoning her
feet to the other two. She gasped in alarm.