The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo (Masters of Submission #5)(17)
He thrust again, this time harder, his cock filling her so exquisitely she didn’t know where she finished and he began. “I demand to have the real Rebecca before me.”
The real Rebecca?
Tyler was right. Her secretive alter ego, the one he’d witnessed at Club Submission, the real Rebecca, stayed hidden from view until she could trust those around her.
Up until now, Club Submission had been the only place she could truly be herself. Introduced to the scene by a close friend, she’d blossomed under Mitch’s tutelage, until he’d found out the truth, and then her Master had dumped her.
I’m that sensual creature that Tyler Stone is f*cking right now with such wonderful vigor. He makes me feel vital and alive. I’m aware of every single inch of my body, and I feel like I’m glowing all over.
“You have her, Tyler. This is who I really am.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, yes. Fuck me harder. It’s what I deserve. It’s what the real Rebecca was made for.”
Her forthright words seemed to spur him on, and he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, drawing her body closer to his. He nipped at her shoulder again, and growled in her ear, “Be careful what you wish for, Becca, because I am a man who will take you at your word.”
Rebecca shamelessly urged him on. “Go right ahead, I want you to.”
With incredible passion, he rode her hard and fast from behind. Christ, this guy has some energy. Grabbing hold of the step above her head, he then leveraged his body, doing pull-ups inside her. Like a man possessed, he pistoned into her with such animal strength, she couldn’t stop herself from whimpering and calling out his name.
“Tyler, oh God, Tyler. More.”
He responded, as she knew he would, f*cking her harder still. Her whole body felt pummeled as his powerful physique banged her repeatedly against the solid hardwood. It hurt. Christ it hurt, but in a good way, and the pain mixed perfectly with the sheer sensual pleasure given by Tyler’s warm body caressing her back.
“Tyler.” Her words came out in a whisper now as she slipped into the twilight zone that he’d created with his magic.
Lying facedown and defenseless on the stairs, impaled by his huge cock, Rebecca submitted to his will. He slid a hand beneath her, and forced it down her quivering belly, until his finger connected with her soaking, engorged clit. Oh, dear God. It felt so swollen as he skimmed over the highly aroused bead, and she whimpered again. “Oh, that’s…oh that’s just…” Her head shook from side to side, and she gripped the stair tread even more tightly, totally unable to move. “Oh, that’s just so, so good.”
He rumbled in her ear, “Do it for me, Becca. I demand you do it for me.” Those words, that voice, how could she refuse?
She drew in a huge gulp of air as he continued to pleasure her clit, and f*ck her closer and closer to the ultimate release. His cock felt huge as the unstoppable orgasmic pressure within her built until she could no longer hold it at bay. Her body felt burning hot and was covered with perspiration, and her face rubbed painfully against the mahogany stairs as she headed willingly and wantonly toward sexual ecstasy. “Ty, I’m there, I…I…I.” The pleasure when her orgasm finally broke was indescribable.
“Tyler.” She screamed out his name, her * milking his cock as wave upon wave of sexual pleasure enveloped her very being. His huge prick was relentless and unstoppable, his energy undiminished. She squirmed beneath him, totally under his control, enjoying submitting her body to him as he powered into her once more. She felt him suddenly tense, and he gripped her hips so tightly, digging his fingers so deeply into her flesh, it hurt, but wonderfully so.
From close behind her, she heard his guttural bellow of appreciation as he finally let go and jerked his seed inside her, with two deep, magnificent thrusts of his cock.
Chapter Nine
Tyler leaned down and scooped Rebecca into his arms. In her present relaxed state, she felt unable to resist as he lifted her from the stairs and headed for the bedroom. When she stared up into his golden eyes, she saw concern, but there was something else, too. Something she couldn’t quite discern. Whatever emotions warred in his mind, they would have to remain secret for now, because he smiled down at her as he crossed the galleried landing and shouldered open the bedroom door.
“Did I hurt you?”
“A little, but in a nice way. My bones ache though. You’re a big guy.”
He kissed her lips. “Time for some pampering, I think.” Tyler motioned toward the light switch set just inside the room. “Flick that on, will you?”
She did as he asked, and the bedroom suddenly filled with a subdued light, the type that cast a warm, inviting glow over the strictly masculine space. Just as downstairs, this room had a stark modern appearance, with very little in the way of embellishment. A simply designed alarm clock stood next to the largest bed she’d ever seen. The only nod to luxury was a beautiful, deep pile carpet presented in a pleasant oatmeal color, letting her know that Tyler Stone did, after all, enjoy some creature comforts.
He gently laid her on the bed. “This is more comfortable than the stairs.” Then he pulled open a drawer in the bedside cabinet. He patted her naked thigh to gain her attention. “Aloe vera or chamomile?”
“Excuse me?”