Blue-Collar Boys (Service Calls - Alpha Male Romance Erotica Stories) (7 page)

Vanessa suddenly felt his strong, raw hand encircle the nape of her neck, the firmness of his grasp told her to be still.  He was in-charge.  Vanessa waded in the bubbling water, her heart racing, her senses heightened.  She felt his hand constrict tighter around her neck, holding her down—steady—as his free hand curved over her shoulders and down her breasts. 

“I’m going to touch you now.  If you resist, I will leave and not come back.” 

Vanessa’s muscles flinched.  She bit her lip.  She wanted to look back.  She wanted to make eye contact with him.  But he kept her leashed from behind, his grip as stern and unforgiving as his cold, even tone.

Vanessa watched Enzo’s forearm snake over her breasts like a threatening boa constrictor.  His fingers twisted the tip of her left nipple with perfect precision—that sweet spot between pleasure and pain.  She studied the deep scar along his wrist—a rope burn that had permanently blazed a pink bracelet into his olive skin.  She felt his fingertips turning her nipple to the left, then the right, searing the sensation through her body.  When she opened her mouth to release the sting, he released it for her, relaxing the pinch, letting the water from the jets massage away the throbbing ache.  He ran his hand under her neck and supported her chin, handling her the way an owner handles a pet.  Vanessa shivered, not because she was cold or afraid, but because she was waiting for him to touch her again—with force and without forgiveness—deep massaging strokes of her breasts.  But he refrained.  Instead, she sensed that he was admiring her sloping shoulders and mocha skin.  She sensed the whispers of his lips across her collarbone, his mouth running up her neck with pleasure bites.  He ended on her ear, the warmth of his breath and the suction on her lope radiated pleasure down her thighs and between her legs.  The churning water washed over her body.  The pulsing thrusts of the jets relaxed her insecurities. Vanessa wanted Enzo inside the whirlpool with her.  She wanted to watch the stream rise off his bare back as he smothered her with his chest.  She wanted to dig her fingernails into his shoulder blades as he forced his way inside her.  She wanted to feel the heat from his cock intensify with the heat from the jet stream flowing between her legs.

But Enzo didn’t care about what Vanessa wanted.  He only cared about making her submit to what he wanted from her.  His arm wound down her chest and across the sharp bones of her hips.  His hand stopped at her pelvic bone and he cupped her waxed pussy in the palm of his hand.  The weight of his forearm pressed between her breasts, and he pinned her body against the sloping glass of the whirlpool.  Vanessa wrapped her fingers around his arm, grasping it like she was fighting for breath.  But there was no resisting him.  He shifted her body and angled her pelvis directly above the recessed floor lamp, allowing a stream of light to flood over her bare crotch.  Then, his hand spread apart her knees.  She flinched as his wrist pressed between her inner thighs.  He kissed the nape of her neck, gently, calmly, signaling that he would not hurt her if she accepted him.  His tongue swept into her ear.  She savored its rolling wet licks, cooling her desires.  She was sweating under the oppressive heat.  Moisture from Enzo’s mouth lowered her fever.  He was preparing her for his forbidden touch, lowering her defenses, so that he could be the one to build her up. 

Vanessa slowly felt the tip of Enzo’s finger nudge upwards into her pussy, one at first, then a second, nestling their way between her outer lips.  His left hand stroked her throat and held her chin.  Steam lifted off the whirlpool.  Perspiration glazed her forehead.  The swirling jets drummed with a swooshing whirl.  She could not see his face, only his forearm, shimmering underwater, his right hand cupped against her crotch.  But she could feel him seducing her, invading her like a criminal.  Vanessa felt herself caving in, spreading her legs wider, coaxing his fingers to explore her with every exhale of breath.  She needed a distraction, something to take her mind off his complete domination of her.  She searched out his free hand, and enveloped his forefinger and thumb with her mouth, sucking hard with provocative clucks of her tongue, mirroring the rhythmic stimulation he was creating inside her.  She reached back to feel his body.  His thick black hair, his prickly chin, his strong tense neck.  He was probing her G-spot with both fingers, massaging her clitoris with his thumb.  She wanted more.  Adjusting her seat in the hot tub, she pressed her pelvic bone against the base of his hand and arched her back, pushing him deeper and deeper, searching out a way to build and release, build and release.  Enzo found it for her.  He shifted her body, forcing her backside squarely over the ejaculating pulse of the jets.  The spouting stream thrust against her anus, stimulating her with pulsing reverberations. Vanessa surged as Enzo fingers penetrated her without restraint.  She opened her mouth to release a scream, but only dry heaves escaped.  During all her conquests of blue-collar men, she had never climaxed in this way.  Now, her body shuttered with collapsing gyrations that made all her Dominatrix desires dissolve away, like the wafting steam of the whirlpool.  Enzo released her as she heaved a sigh and slithered down into whirlpool, submerging herself under the frothing water, drowning with the inebriation of ultimate relaxation. 

Vanessa had always believed in the thrilling adrenaline rush of domination—the invigorating power of controlling men by inciting their primal passions and preying on their sexual weakness.  But now, one thing was clear—what Vanessa enjoyed most was the thrilling adrenaline release of allowing the right man to dominate her.

END OF SERVICE CALLS

Be sure to check out Book 2 in the series:

Blue-Collar Boys – Repairs & Maintenance

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