The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo (Masters of Submission #5)(16)
Oh God, he feels so good. However much she tried to stop them, a succession of preorgasmic whimpers began to tumble from her lips. She closed her eyes, savoring every exquisite, tortured moment, as his tongue worked its magic, sending her closer and closer to ecstasy. On the very edge of orgasm, she felt compelled to shout out his name, “Tyler.”
He abruptly stopped the sexual onslaught of her * by taking his head and more importantly his tongue from between her legs.
“Damn you, Tyler Stone. You knew I was close.”
“And you must know I’m in control.”
Facedown on the hard, unyielding stairs, and with her breasts crushed by her own weight, her breathing felt fast and furious and echoed all around her. Tyler sure knew how to play her. Now supine and spread-eagled, she was his for the taking.
After a short lull, she felt his large yet sensitive hands slowly begin to massage her ass cheeks. Each circular sweep of his fingers calmed her yet excited her, too, because she knew there was more to come.
“Fact.” His rich baritone washed warmly over her. “Actions have consequences. By acting so provocatively as you climbed the stairs, you slipped, and you now find yourself in a compromised position.” He planted a soft kiss on her right butt cheek. “So, Becca, are you a good girl or a naughty girl?”
Rebecca sighed contentedly as he feathered a series of kisses on her butt and lower back. His tongue snaked out and caressed her sensitized flesh, causing pulses of sexual electricity to shoot along every nerve ending.
“Oh, I’m a good girl who sometimes needs a firm hand.”
“I think you’re right.” He dotted butterfly kisses on her shoulders. “This is your reward for being a good girl.”
“Thank you.”
“And as a further reward, I’m going to…”
Rebecca knew he’d deliberately cut the sentence short and waited expectantly. She wanted him to f*ck her. She wanted him to thrust that huge cock of his deep between her * lips. She wanted him to take her on the stairs. Now. She raised her butt high in the air in a brazen attempt to encourage him.
He laid his body over hers and tenderly brushed the hair from her face before peppering tiny kisses on her neck. All the time his warm breath flowed across her sensitive flesh. “I want you.”
“I need you to want me, and I want you, too,” she meekly replied. She breathed in, and her mouth remained open, and as she waited for the beautiful inevitability of their union , she shivered in glorious anticipation. “Please.” She couldn’t help but sound desperate for Tyler, because he was so f*cking beautiful and sexy.
“Do I need protection, Becca?”
She shook her head. “No. I’m good.” It hurt her to even think it, but there was no way she could ever become pregnant.
“I want you so much.” Tyler’s caring words lifted her from her melancholy, and she forced the unpleasant memories from her mind.
She felt his cock probing the entrance to her *, barely dipping into her honeyed arousal, making her moan with frustration. “Please, don’t tease me,” she murmured softly.
Tyler clamped his hands over hers, pinning them to the stair tread above her head. She adored the way his hard, warm body melded so perfectly with hers and the way their heaving flesh fitted so intimately together, all the way from their shoulders to their thighs. For some reason she loved the way the stubble on his chin roughly chafed against her cheek. He whispered once more against her ear, “Just who is the real Rebecca Miles? The one waiting so patiently to be f*cked beneath me, or the demure woman I see at Cerberus Technology every day?”
“I’m both, but the one you see here is more exciting.”
“Ah, I see, so right now you’re the same woman I saw at Club Submission?”
“Yes.”
“I will now reward you for your honesty.” He marked his territory by nipping her shoulder with his teeth as he began sliding his warm prick slowly inside her, inch by glorious inch. She knew he was big, but after so long without a man, Tyler felt enormous. His penis stretched her wider and deeper than she could ever have imagined. He must have heard her sharp intake of breath, because he said, “Oh, yes, I can tell you need me deep inside you. Your tight little * is just aching to be filled by me. You need a man to control you. You need a man to make you feel whole. You need me.”
“You know I do,” she whimpered as he finally forced his cock fully home. Facedown on the stairs, she rocked from side to side, trying to accommodate his massive prick, which felt wedged inside her.
He thrust harder and deeper before forcing a hand between her breasts and the stairs, his masculine weight bearing down on her.
“You’re heavy, you’re hurting me.”
He thrust inside her again as he mercilessly squeezed her nipples, his breathing fast and ragged. “Is that hurting you good, or hurting you bad?”
She threw back her head. “Hurting me good.”
“Believe me.” He thrust again, with such force that her stomach and hips pressed painfully, yet erotically against the uncaring mahogany wood. The sheer force of his exertions squeezed the breath from her lungs. “Soon, I shall take pleasure in stripping away each and every layer of your complex personality, until the raw natural beauty of the real Rebecca is revealed.” She felt his warm breath feather over her neck as he paused between each word, his lungs searching for air.