Destined for the Dom (Masters of Submission, #2)(34)
He smiled at her. “I own the club, Ms. Leighton. I make and break the rules as I see fit.” Maintaining eye contact, he slowly brushed his fingers over her calf, before caressing the supersensitive skin behind her knee. Hunter continued smoothing his fingers along her leg until he reached her panties. Her lips parted, and she let out a little animal cry as he touched her * through the thin material. With his other hand cupped around her buttock, he pulled her closer.
“That’s better. Now slip off your dress.”
The black, skintight outfit had already risen high up her thighs, and she rolled it further up her body before pulling it over her head. She discarded it with a flamboyant flick of her wrist. “Gone now.” Her full, unfettered breasts bounced free. She loved the way her nipples protruded and pebbled with sexual excitement. Her panties were soon dispatched when Hunter hooked his thumbs inside and ripped them from her trembling body.
Goddamn it. She loved the erotic noise that tearing lace made.
Completely naked now, she stood breathless and expectant in front of her man. Her eyes connected with his. She wouldn’t blink first. She was damned sure of that. “Well, what are you gonna do now, big boy?” she taunted.
“Pretty sure of yourself aren’t you?” He caressed a finger over her clit, making her shudder. “So wet, too. You’re ready to play, aren’t you?”
“Oh, Hunter, you know I am.”
“Then help me undress.”
He let her go, and they both stood and started kissing each other passionately. Now that Hunter had told her he loved her, his sweet mouth seemed to taste even better. “I want you, Hunter.” Zo? frantically began undoing the buttons on his shirt. In her excitement, and haste, she couldn’t be bothered with the last few. Instead, she ripped his shirt wide open, exposing his wonderful masculine chest. His pierced nipples turned her on, and she leaned forward pulling at the gold jewelry with her teeth. She gave them an extra hard yank for good measure.
“Just take it easy, Peaches. I’m only made of flesh and blood.”
“Such a baby,” she jokingly mocked, as she soothed the aroused flesh with the tip of her tongue, enjoying his warmth and masculinity.
His pectoral muscles flexed as he pulled the ruined shirt from his shoulders. Without ceremony he dumped it on the floor.
Zo? eagerly pulled down his pants. “What’s in here belongs to me, Mister.” His cock jutted out magnificently. It twitched and throbbed, ready for action. “You’re beautiful, Hunter.” She sunk to her knees and swirled her tongue over the engorged head. After five days away, she figured Hunter was ready for her. He tasted of man as she sucked him right back.
He groaned, out loud. “Fucking hell, woman. What are you doing to me?” She squeezed his ass with one hand and his balls with the other. His whole body shuddered and he gripped her head tightly, forcing her onto his prick.
Through gritted teeth he whispered, “What you do with that cute little mouth of yours is something else, but I’m gonna stop you right now.” Reluctantly, very reluctantly, he pulled his shaft from her wanton lips.
She pouted petulantly. “Spoilsport.”
“Lie on the bed.” As she rose from her knees and stood upright, he spanked her bare ass three times in quick succession. “That means now, lady.”
Loving his dominant side, she immediately lay on the bed. “Yes, Master, right away, Master.” The cool covers tickled deliciously against her naked back, and she held out her arms in welcome as he lay on top of her. He nudged her legs apart and entered her quickly, making her moan in appreciation. His cock felt thick and satisfying as it touched the back of her womb.
After being apart for so long, Hunter was in no mood for finesse. He immediately started pumping away like a jackhammer, thrusting deep inside her like a man possessed. It felt wonderful to know she had this effect on a man as powerful as Hunter. As a Dom, he liked to be in control, but she enjoyed this spontaneous side to his nature, too.
Zo? hooked her legs around Hunter, and crossed her ankles beneath his butt. Each time he entered her, she urged him faster and faster. His strokes were long and achingly pleasurable as his shaft skimmed her clit, making her mew with enjoyment.
“Fuck me harder, harder,” she demanded, digging her fingernails into the toned muscles of his flexing shoulders. His body burned with heat as he powered into her. “Yes, yes, harder, harder.” Wonderful waves of pleasure began pulsing around his shaft, as he filled her * with incredible urgency and vigor. On the crest of orgasm, she scored her fingernails down his back. “Yes…yes…yes…yes.”
When she looked into his eyes, a wonderful sense of serenity overwhelmed her. This man, her man, loved her. All the disappointments Zo? had ever experienced simply disappeared in a puff of smoke. It was as though hard times had never existed. The unhappiness she’d felt at St. Mark’s when she was just a shy girl vanished, never to return. Her shallow, unfulfilled life at Les Belles, where she’d danced provocatively for men she would normally cross to the other side of the street to avoid, simply melted away.
All her sadness ceased to exist, replaced instead with a happiness she’d never thought possible. All that mattered was the here and now.
Here she was with Hunter, the man she loved. The man she’d always loved. The man she would love until the end of time. Hunter gave her stability. He was the glue that held the past, present, and future together. She stared into his eyes, mesmerized by his beauty.