All She Wants For Christmas Is Her Dom (3 page)

He must have seen the happiness in her expression because he smiled. “We could exchange sentiments, but I’d much prefer to let your body speak to how happy you are that I’m here with you now.” He gestured to his pants. “Remind me of what I’ve been missing these past five years.”

She sank to her knees, kept her gaze focused on his, and undid his belt. His eyes burned with a wicked light and butterflies danced in her stomach. His black slacks pooled at his feet as his heavy cock rested at eye-level. She ran her hands up his thighs, licked the tip of his dick, and savored the salty liquid on her tongue.

He threaded his fingers through her hair and stared hungrily at her. She kissed his thighs, ran her tongue along his muscular legs, and trailed her hands along his abs. He tensed as she blew lightly on his cock and then slid her tongue up his shaft in a firm stroke. She brought him into her mouth and took him deep into her throat.

She backed away not a moment later and moistened him with her saliva before wrapping her hand around his erection to spread the warm liquid along his cock. She flicked the tip with her tongue to tease him, drew in a long breath, then went wild on him.

His hand tightened in her hair as she bobbed her head while she stroked his cock without mercy. His moans washed along her skin, raising goose bumps, as his cock hardened even more against her tongue. Each sound he made urged her to suck harder, stroke faster, and within only minutes, he jumped away from her.

“That….” He sounded breathless. “That was one hell of a good reminder.” He leaned down to cage her face in his hands and took her mouth with a hard kiss that dampened her pussy.

He broke off the kiss, and she gasped at the loss of contact. “Nothing pleases me more than having the scent of my cock on your mouth.”

Her clit pulsed at the low growl of possession in his tone.

“You are to remain kneeling there.” He approached a bag on the floor and took a large square black velvet box. He turned back to her and smiled. “I got you something.”

She took the box from him and ran her hand over the rich fabric. “What did you do?”

“Go on.” He gestured toward the box. “Open it.”

She glanced back to the gift, opened the lid, and gasped when sparking diamonds greeted her. “Oh, Blake….”

“Stand and let me decorate you.”

He took the jewelry out of the box and it appeared to be a long necklace. She stood, turned her back to him, and he flicked her hair across her shoulder. “This, my pet, will be what I expect you to wear when we are in a scene together—a statement that my diamonds are along your skin and the knowledge that you are worthy of wearing such treasures.”

Her breath hitched as he tightened the choker around her throat. The statement he made brought tears to her eyes. She ran her fingers along the choker, down the two rows of diamonds between her breasts and continued until she hit the belly chain as he fastened it. Nothing had ever felt so right.

He turned her to face him and his eyes shone with adoration. “You look perfect, exactly as you should, and now you understand what this symbolizes.”

A marriage proposal meant something to some people, but in her world, this meant so much more. “You’ve collared me and claimed me as yours.”

His powerful gaze burned scorching heat through her body reaching down to her center. “Yes, my pet, I’ve collared you, but I haven’t claimed you—not completely, anyway.”

Chapter Three

The diamonds enhanced Taryn’s beauty, and Blake would never grow tired of looking at her. She’d been marked as his and had accepted him as her lifestyle Dom. But his needy cock reminded him to stop admiring her and claim her.

He approached his bag and took out the last of the items he’d brought—four pieces of long black rope. Her breath hitched as he returned to her, confirming she still enjoyed the feel of restraints. He took her hand, led her in front of the footboard then turned her around so her ass rested against the wood, and she faced him. If he could have placed her on the bed, tied her down and done the wicked things he wanted to, he would have. But her body would be sore from the punishment earlier and her wellbeing stayed on his mind.

He sank to his knees, took one of her ankles, and tied the rope tight against her skin. He attached the remaining rope to the post on the bed before he repeated the move on the other ankle, and then did the same to her wrists to leave her caged between the posts on the bed.

His cock ached to slam into her slick pussy, but he’d not stray from what he’d craved for years. “Every day since you were gone, I thought of how you taste and your sweet honey tormented me.” He licked out to savor her and groaned as her cream delighted his tongue. “Exactly as I remembered.”

 He smacked her pussy and hit her clit hard. “I grant you the right to not address me as Sir as long as you tell me nothing but the truth. Tell me how much you want my cock?”

“I’ve thought of your cock every time I masturbated. I’ve dreamed of how it used to fill me up, and I want you to make me come like you always could.”

He took her clit between his fingers and pinched. “While you fucked yourself, what did you think of?”

“I-I….” She moaned. “I thought of how you used to make me feel. The way your power would wash over me, just like it did tonight, and how I’d do anything I could to please you.”

He inserted a finger inside of her, then another, and her pussy tightened around him. “Did you do this while you thought of me?”

“Yes, always.”

 He grasped her hip and he thrust his fingers inside of her with a steady rhythm. His muscles burned as he fingered her, and she bucked under his touch. He flicked her clit with his tongue and she shook, indicating a rising climax, but he wanted his mouth to offer her orgasm, not his fingers. He withdrew them, slid his tongue into her moist heat, and she hissed as she stared at him. Her hooded eyes made his cock stiffen further. He grabbed it and stroked himself.

The sight clearly pleased her since her eyes darkened as she watched him jerk off. He used his free hand to pinch her clit again and her moans encouraged him. He increased his speed with his tongue until her breath froze, her eyes widened, and her body quivered—all followed by a whoosh of air from her, indicating she was in the throes of her orgasm.

He swirled his tongue and her body trembled against his lips. He gave her a final, deep lick all the way up until he reached her clit then kissed it. He sat back on his legs and ran his fingers lightly over his shaft, while he waited for her to acknowledge his presence again.

***

The haze cleared from Taryn’s vision and she watched Blake as he touched himself in a way to make her spent body awaken. “I’m not the only one who is incredible with their mouth.”

He winked as he stood, and then approached his pants on the floor. He took out a condom from his wallet, applied the latex over his rock hard cock, and then looked back to her. His gaze looked nothing less than a man who planned to fuck her savagely and, she eagerly awaited him.

He returned to her, gripped her hip, and placed his cock against her slick entrance. “Are you ready for me, my pet?” She nodded and he pushed in. She groaned—a sound he mirrored. “You’re fucking tight.”

“I should be.” She gasped. “I haven’t had sex with anyone since you.”

“Nor have I.”

The acknowledgment he’d not been with another made her blissfully happy, but she was too lost in the pressure along her pussy. She watched as he rubbed his cock along her heat and tweaked her clit. She shifted her pelvis forward and circled her hips in time with his touch. Her moves inched him into her tight pussy, but slowly. He allowed her to take him in and his only help had been when he stepped forward so she could wiggle her way onto him.

By the time he was fully seated inside her, her pussy released to accept him, and his thick cock stretched her in a beautiful way. He grabbed her hips with both hands, placed his forehead against hers, and closed his eyes.

“I’ve craved to be right here for so long.” He dipped lower and fucked her in the exact way she liked it—hard and ruthless. Each thrust made her moan, squirm, and made her pussy so wet.

He withdrew his cock, dragged his arousal over her anus, and then rejoined her. He grabbed onto her bottom, gave it a tight squeeze before he dipped his hand between her cheeks and inserted a finger into her tight bud.

She gasped at the initial intrusion, but pleasure immediately followed, flooding her with sensations. He continued to thrust in her pussy with primal strokes that had her struggling against the bonds.

He lowered his head to bite the sweet spot along her neck and she cried out. The burn along her skin, paired with the pressure in her pussy awakened her climax. But just as her body hinted at a release, he withdrew his cock.

“Don’t stop.”

He grinned haughtily. “You don’t think I’d let you come that easily, do you?”

She should have known better. His finger in her bottom moved and it awakened a new sense of pleasure for her. Her clit and her pussy ached for him to return but as he denied it, only to offer it somewhere else, it stole her breath.

“I know your pussy hasn’t been fucked, but has your ass?” He continued to stroke the tight knot. “Has anyone used your ass like I used to?”

“No,” she barely managed.

“This shall be a real treat for me then.” He removed his finger and strode back over to his bag. He took out a bottle of lube, and her body scorched in need of him. He applied a new condom before he spread the clear liquid to his cock and coated it. He dipped some onto his fingers and threw the bottle to the ground.

He returned to her and ran his fingers over her ass, and inserted his finger to ready her. She moaned, but he drank in her sounds as he took her mouth so rough she could barely keep up. He loosened the binds on her ankles, then grabbed her hips to angle them forward, which tightened the ropes around her wrists but she welcomed the burn.

Whenever he got rough in his kisses, it meant his end was near and that meant he’d fuck her senseless. He smacked his cock against her clit, and already being aroused, she gasped against the intense sensation. He ran the tip of his dick down her pussy and pulled her hips out further to gain access to her. The rope dug into her wrists, but as he reached her anus, she forgot the pain and he gave a steady push.

She hissed at the pressure, but did her best to relax. Gripping her hips, he angled her more toward him and pushed in deeper. He leaned in to kiss her again as his cock passed through the tight rim. Running his hand along her stomach to her clit, where he circled the little nub, he started to thrust in and out of her with ease.

Her eyes widened as a rush of erotic fulfillment titillated her senses. Her wrists burned from the hold, the pressure built along her ass, and her pussy ached for his cock but all the opposing sensations spiked her climax.

“Fuck, woman, I love every damn thing about you.” He all but growled. His skin smacked against her as her pleasure skyrocketed.

“I love you, too,” she shouted. “Make me come with you.”

“Yes, sweetheart, come for me.” He backed his chest away, dipped even lower, and pushed his fingers into her pussy.

She lost her breath—immediately consumed with a rich source of energy. Everything else disappeared as he finger-fucked her while his cock pounded her ass. Her head fell back, eyes shut tight, and she screamed against the pressure building inside of her. Her body had been overwhelmed with some pain and some pleasure—all of it extraordinarily fantastic.

Every muscle tightened as though a bomb went off in her center. A rush of pure and unadulterated pleasure awakened every nerve. He thrust in an unforgiving way until he buried himself deep and roared out his satisfaction.

She returned to the present when he withdrew. Her body felt used—sore in all the right places, and in other places that might have been wrong to some. He made quick work to rid her of the ropes and her muscles held no strength, but before she could slump to the floor, he had her in his arms.

She glanced at him and his warm, powerful gaze stared back at her. She hadn’t expected any of this to happen but Madame Eve had been right—they were a perfect match. She might have told herself she’d gotten over him and that her career stood above all else, but it had all been a lie.

Blake adored her in a way no one else dared to and treated her exactly how she wanted to be treated. He knew all her deepest, darkest desires, and he didn’t run from her fantasies, but fulfilled them. “I’ll never leave you again.”

He smiled and kissed her lips in a gentle way that showed how complex a man he really was. “And I’ll never let you go.”

~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~

Stacey Kennedy’s urban fantasy/paranormal and erotic romance series have hit Amazon Kindle and All Romance Ebooks Bestseller lists. If she isn’t plugging away at her next novel, tending to her two little ones, she’s got her nose deep in a good book. She lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband. Be sure to drop her a line at
www.staceykennedy.com
, she loves to hear from her readers.