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Authors: Melissa Schroeder
Tags: #Red Hots!, #Contemporary Romance
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He patted the bed next to him. “Sit.”
She hesitated, thinking that sounded a little too much like a dog command, but he lifted on eyebrow and she did as he obeyed. He rose and pulled off his T-shirt. She had seen him very few times without his shirt. God, he was gorgeous. He loved the sun, loved to be outdoors, and you could tell from the light brown sheen to his skin. Lordy, he had one of the most defined chests she had ever seen. She so badly wanted to skim her hands over his chest, feel the muscle move beneath his flesh. She curled her fingers into his comforter.
“May.”
She didn’t respond. She was too busy trying to resist leaning forward to skim her hands over his skin,
“May. Look at me.” His words finally registered, but it took her awhile to raise her gaze to his. There was a hint of amusement beneath the dominant mask he wore. “I’ll make you pay for that if you can’t obey.
Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
In the next instant, he was on his knees in front of her, his gaze fastened on her pussy. Without a word, he placed a hand on each of her thighs and spread them apart. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable but she resisted pulling her legs together in embarrassment. She wasn’t a virgin but this was more intimate than she had expected.
“Scoot forward.”
She followed his command until her rump sat on the very edge of the mattress. As he leaned closer his breath warmed her core, drawing another gush of liquid into her sex. The pungent scent of her arousal filled the air.
“God, that’s pretty. Those pretty pink lips are glistening.” He touched her slit with the tip of his tongue, sliding it up over her soaked folds, teasing her clit before drawing away.
“Jesus, the taste of you is amazing.” His words rushed out of him like he couldn’t hold them back.
The cool touch of his tongue, the amazing heat of his breath, the graze of his teeth against her clit…
Heated tension moved into her stomach, circled, clenched, shimmered close to an orgasm. But just as she neared the top, poised to freefall into pleasure, Evan pulled away.
“Dammit.”
“Uh, uh, uh.” He pressed his finger against her lips. “Don’t speak unless spoken to. You know that.”
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He gained his feet, bringing his groin eyelevel. She licked her lips in anticipation but sighed when he stepped back.
“Like I said our first night, you don’t control anything.”
“But—”
“No buts. In this room, I control everything.”
She said nothing, could not even think of something to say. Her mind had gone blank while her body lit up like the Fourth of July. He grabbed her chin and tilted her head back.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
His fingers tightened on her chin when she didn’t immediately answer him.
“Yes, Sir.”
He stepped away, releasing her chin. His hands went to the button on his jeans. The metallic slide of his zipper filled the air. He dropped his pants, and within a few moments, he was gloriously naked. Mr.
Evan Chambers didn’t believe in underwear.
His erection was full, curved up against his belly.
“On your knees.”
She didn’t even think this time, and scrambled to her knees in front of him.
“Good girl.” He stepped closer, tapped his cock against her mouth. “Open up.” She complied, and he slipped the full head of his penis past her lips. Inch by inch, he slid farther inside. The salty taste of his precome sent another shaft of heat running through her blood. She had never been one for oral sex, never liked to do more than was necessary. But now, the thought of feeling his come in her mouth, the warm liquid sliding down her throat, had her moaning around his cock.
“Yeah, that’s it. Suck harder.”
The head of his penis bumped against the back of her throat and her jaw started to quake from holding it open so wide, but she didn’t care. His fingers clawed through her hair, twisting the strands around his hands. His frenzied moves told her he was losing control and she doubled her efforts to pull his orgasm from him. Just when she thought he was on the edge, he pulled out of her mouth with a pop.
“On the bed. Now. On your back, hands above your head. Spread those legs.” Again, she scrambled to fulfill his order, her only thought to please him. It contradicted everything she thought she knew, but right now, she didn’t care. She wanted him on top of her, in her, fucking her out of her mind. Once she did as he ordered, he moved to the right side of the bed and pulled a black strap with two cuffs attached to it from beneath the sheet. It was then that she realized the strap was across the top of the bed, and then tucked under the mattress.
He said nothing as he attached the cuffs first to one hand, then the other. “Too tight?”
“No.”
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He nodded and moved back to the foot of the bed. He pulled another strap from beneath the mattress and then did the same on the other side. Panic welled up as she realized he was going to have her spread eagle on his bed, unable to even move. Before she could react, he grabbed her foot and attached first one, then the other. Her heartbeat sped up a notch as the implications came crashing home.
He looked up at her. “Yes. I see you realize what this is about. You won’t be able to move and every bit of the pleasure you feel you will get from me.”
“Evan.”
“Nothing. I want no sound unless you truly want me to stop. Not one damn sound.” He got on his knees in between her legs, his hand pumping his cock. He slipped his other hand over her mound, teasing her clit. The tiny bundle of nerves tightened with each stroke. Energy sizzled over her flesh as the pressure increased. Just as she was about to come, he pulled his hand away.
“Naughty May. I didn’t give you permission.”
She growled, which just caused him to chuckle as he slipped off the mattress, approached his nightstand and drew a condom out of the drawer. He quickly donned it and then joined her back on the bed.
“I know I keep stressing this, but the truth is, you haven’t learned. I did not give you permission. You are not allowed to come.”
He lay on top of her, his cock resting against her pussy. He flexed his hips and moaned.
“Jesus, you’re wet.”
He was right, she couldn’t deny it. Just the idea of being tied up usually got her hot, but now, she shivered. Every nerve ending in her body danced.
He took her mouth in a bruising, possessive kiss, his tongue thrusting inside. Aggravation mixed with desire. She badly wanted to run her fingers through his hair, feel his flesh beneath her palms, but she could not do anything with her hands tethered.
He pulled away far enough to position his cock at her entrance. The need to lift her rear end off the bed, to feel him thrust home had her barely containing a scream. But instead of giving that to her, Evan skimmed the head of his cock against her slit. He smiled down at her.
“Anticipation makes it so much better.”
She thrashed her head back and forth, the teasing strokes pushing her closer, but not close enough.
She needed this, needed it more than she needed anything in her life. She couldn’t care less about anything else. All she cared about, all she needed, was this release. When she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore, Evan drew back and thrust into her.
For a moment, everything seemed to pause. Then he balanced his weight on his hands and started to move. Slowly at first, so shallow she wanted to scream. But soon, he sped up, his thrusts deep. Pressure built between her legs each time he pushed inside of her.
“May.”
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She couldn’t respond. Everything in her was telling her to let go, to fall into pleasure, but she used every bit of her control to keep it from happening.
“May.” He bent down and kissed her, slipping his tongue between her lips to gain her attention.
“Come for me, baby.”
The command did its job, thrusting her into a morass of ecstasy. She shuddered violently as waves of delight shimmered over her, through her. Evan continued to pump in and out of her, his thrusts now frenzied. Just as she recovered from her orgasm, she was pushed into another one, this one more intense than the first. This time, Evan joined her, shouting her name as he came.
He collapsed on her a moment later, their heavy breathing the only sounds in the room. With what seemed like super-human effort, Evan pulled himself up and then moved off her. He undid her wrists and ankles, rubbing and kissing the tender skin. Then he crawled back into bed. To her. He tugged the sheets over them and pulled her into his arms.
“Sleep, baby.”
Too tired to argue, too emotionally and physically drained, she did as he commanded.
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Chapter Fourteen
Evan watched May sleep snuggled up to his chest. His heart turned over. Jesus. No matter how many times he told himself it was real, he couldn’t believe it.
Maylea Aiona in his bed.
He brushed the backs of his fingers over her cheek, pushing aside a lock of her silky ebony hair. He should have known it would be like this. That night at the club should have warned him what it would be like. Even with no completion, it had been intense. Now that he had…
God, he had never had a connection with a sub this way. Never. Not even the first time he had taken a sub, which was something every Dom remembered forever. After today, there would be no comparison.
From the start, they connected. He knew just how far to push her, knew what buttons to push. She stirred against him, her hand moving over his chest, her palm over his heart—which turned over one more time.
He knew it would be like this. That is why he had avoided her for so long. Lord knew her submissiveness surprised him, and if he had known about it, Evan was pretty sure he wouldn’t have lasted as long.
It wouldn’t last. He wasn’t the type of man who settled down, and he knew that more than once May had talked of kids. That wasn’t an option for him—never would be. His type of background just didn’t allow for it.
He felt like a bastard, but he was man enough to admit that he was starting something with her knowing there was no future. He hadn’t promised her forever, but most women expected at least a little bit of a future with a guy. He knew that from their first night together. As with Doms, subs never really forgot their first time. He knew that every time she submitted she would think of him…and he had used that.
She shifted again, her leg sliding alongside his thigh. His cock twitched. Damn, the woman was asleep and all she had to do was touch him and he was ready to go at it again. Who the hell was he kidding?
All she had to do was breathe and he wanted her.
“I’m getting hungry.”
Of all the things he expected her to say, that had not been on the list.
“Really?”
She lifted her head. “Yeah. Is it permissible for a sub to ask for nourishment?” He smiled. “It is.”
She sat up, allowing the sheet to fall to her waist. “Well, hop to it, Chambers.”
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Easily, he jackknifed up, and had her on her back beneath him. He pulled her arms up above her head, held them steady with one hand. He looked down at her and his breath backed up in his lungs. Her dark hair lay in disarray over his blue sheets as she smiled up at him. Joy and arousal darkened her eyes.
“I think that you need to be taught a lesson.”
She frowned as if pondering the comment. “Really? You think that I’m not quite the proper sub?” Teasing wasn’t something he regularly did in bed outside of driving a sub insane. Probably because he rarely had the woman stay over…and he admitted he didn’t truly know many of them. Even while it amused him, it didn’t mean the Dom in him would allow such insolence.
He raised one eyebrow. “You think you can order me to get you food? That is not acceptable.” With a saucy smirk, she asked, “Whatcha going to do about, Chambers?” He waited a couple of seconds, then moved as quickly as possible. He had her on her stomach, her wrists anchored by his hand against the small of her back in a matter of seconds. She giggled and then moaned the moment he skated his finger down her spine.
“I think you didn’t learn your lesson well enough. Put your hands out to the sides.’ He released them and waited for her to obey him. “Don’t move.”
He left her to get another toy he’d bought her. He moved back to the bed and placed the toys on the nightstand. Her eyes widened the minute they clapped onto the anal plug and lube.
Evan smiled down at her and gently brushed the hair away from her face. “You trust me, yes?” She looked up at him, a mixture of fear and arousal in her gaze. She licked her lips. “Yes.” He felt something shift inside of him, something that he hadn’t felt in years, if ever. Grabbing the plug and lube, he joined her back on the bed. He opened the lubricant, and wet his finger. Evan was amazed to see his hand was shaking as he lowered it do her puckered hole.
“Relax, baby.”
She let go of a breath and he slipped his finger inside. Her muscles clung to him and he closed his eyes. Damn, it was going to kill him to wait, but he knew had to. Her ass was so tight he would hurt her if he tried to fuck her now.
After a few minutes of stroking, May was moving with him, her hands now clutching at the sheets. He pulled his finger out and lubed up the beginner plug. Skimming his free hand over her ass cheeks to sooth her, he pushed the plug into her, past the tight ring of muscles. When he was sure it was secure, he slipping his hand under her, teasing her clit. She was already wet, her juices wetting his fingers, her clit hard and throbbing. He wanted to have some control, to draw out the pleasure, but the thought of pushing into her tight core—tighter now thanks to the plug—had him barely able to think straight.
Fast as he could, he had a condom on and was back on the bed. He pulled her up to her knees.
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