Forbidden Love Series (SubmissiveRomance) Complete Collection (10 page)

“Damn it, Steve.” Dean patted Olivia’s arms to let her know to get up. She did, and Dean pulled his pants back up and zipped them. She stood to the side and watched as Dean got in Steve’s face. “What the hell is your problem? You know the rules and the etiquette. You don’t take another Dom’s sub. She’s told you no and I’ve told you no. Now back the fuck off or I will report you to the owner.”

Steve put his hands up in a show of surrender. “Hey, easy man. I saw she was uncollared and knew you just her trainer.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” Dean reached out, put his arm around Olivia’s waist, and pulled her to his side. “Olivia and I have already discussed it. She will become my sub, so, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll just leave her alone.”

“All right.” Steve backed up a few steps. “Okay, sorry.”

Olivia blew out a breath. Wow. That was intense. For a moment she thought for sure that it was going to escalate into a physical fight. “Thank you,” she whispered, clutching him.

“For what?” He looked down at her.

“You promised you wouldn’t let any other man touch me, and you didn’t. You stood up for me, for us.” No one had ever done anything like that for her before. She wasn’t quite sure how to handle it.

“Oh, baby.” He kissed her on the forehead. “I’m sure I don’t want anyone touching you almost as much as you don’t. Besides, like I told you, Master Steve isn’t good for you.”

“But if he was, would you have let him?”

Dean laughed. “Fuck no. There’s one thing you need to know about me, Olivia. I don’t share well under normal circumstances. And I sure as hell will not share the woman I love.”

Her heart raced, her pulse quickened, and an uncontrollable grin spread across her face. Dean loved her. She still couldn’t believe it, but she knew she’d never tire of hearing it.

“Come on. Let’s go to my dungeon room. We have some unfinished business and I don’t want any more interruptions.”

Olivia nodded, and Dean led her out of the club and toward his private room. Once inside, he removed his shirt, and then his pants, leaving him completely naked. She didn’t know why, but she blushed at the sight of his erection. His gaze devoured her and for a very brief moment, she was a bit uncomfortable. He wasn’t saying anything nor was he using his Dom voice to give her instructions, so she really had no idea what to do.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“I want you.”

He grinned. “I know, but how do you want me? What do you want me to do to you? Or is there something you want to do to me?” He was closing the distance between them.

Stepping up to him, she stood behind him, reached around, wrapped her hand around his length and slowly stroked down, and then up. “Shit,” he groaned, drawing out the word. “That feels so good.”

Olivia peppered his back and shoulders with lingering kisses, her hand working harder and faster. It had been a long time since she’d given a hand job and she hoped she was doing it right. Based on his reaction, she assumed she was doing just fine. She could feel his cock growing, and she knew he was close to coming. Keeping her hand wrapped tightly around his shaft, she slipped around to face him. His head was still down; his gaze focused on what she was doing. “Dean,” she whispered. God she loved this man more than her own life. He was sexy and smart and he was all hers!

He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to him for a kiss. Then he tore the shirt from her body in a manner that some might consider violent. But not her – she found it erotic. She pressed her breasts into his chest, leaning into his kiss, and stroking his cock harder, faster. “Ah, God…Olivia,” he pushed his hips forward, “you’re going to make me come.” He nipped at her bottom lip, and she moaned.

Her clit throbbed with need and she squeezed her thighs together in a feeble attempt to ease her need. There was only one thing that would help her. Olivia took his hand, slipped it up her very short skirt, and put it between her legs. “Please touch me.”

He looked down at her, his eyes dark and hungry. “I…” His words trailed off into another moan when her palm circled around the head of hic cock.

“Please, Dean. I need to feel you” She moved his hand in a circular motion and ground her pussy against it. “I need this, Dean. I need you,” she whimpered.

His thumb pushed firmly on her clit and she swore her knees were going to give out from the pleasure. It had only been a few hours since they’d been together like this, but it felt like eternity.

In that moment, Dean moved out of her reach, and then stilled as if trying to figure something out. She watched and waited
; her need raging out of control. Dean pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply, stealing her breath and making her dizzy – she loved it when he kissed her like that. His hands coursed down her back to her ass. He squeezed, and then lifted her. Her skirt bunched around her waist, leaving her panty-less crotch exposed to him and his erection. She wrapped her legs around his waist and waited for him to enter her, waited for the feel of his hard cock filling her. Instead, he pinned her to the door and continued to kiss her. Olivia could feel the hot, hard length of his dick resting against her pussy lips. It was a delicious tease, but she was in no mood for games. She wanted her Dom. Now. “Dean, please,” she begged.

“Not here.” His voice was deep, breathless, filled with need. He traced her lips with his finger, and then trailed it down the side of her body until he found her breast. “Not here,” he repeated, setting her back on her feet.

The sudden lack of contact left her shivering and feeling alone. She looked at him with confusion. Was he planning to take her home or something? She truly hoped not because she wasn’t sure she’d be able to wait that long. Then he surprised her by scooping her up into his arms and carrying her to the bed. He gently laid her down and brought his body over hers.

“Before we go any further, there’s something we need to take care of.”

“What?”

He reached under the pillows and pulled out a box that looked like a necklace box. Dean opened it to reveal a gorgeous black and turquoise collar. She gasped with surprise. Sure they’d talked about her becoming his submissive, but this made it official. This made it so the world knew. “Olivia, will you wear my collar? Will you exclusively be my submissive?”

“Yes,” she whispered and shook her head.

“Good. I’m going to put this on you as soon as I’m done making love to you.” He tossed the collar onto the nearby couch. Dean spread her legs with his knees and settled between them. Then he captured her lips and kissed her, nipping at her bottom lip, sucking on it in an erotic way that had her pushing her hips up into him. He put his hand on her waist. “Olivia, baby, I told you, no rushing.”

She groaned with frustration. “Fine, but don’t tease me too long.” She trailed her fingers down his muscular arms and around his back. He shuddered beneath her touch and she smiled. It was amazing how much she loved this man – her Dom. That was so strange to say. “Please make love to me, Dean.”

He left her lips and kissed down her neck. “Sounds like you’re rushing me.” He chuckled softly as he continued his descent down her body. She really didn’t want to rush him because she wanted this to last as long as possible. However, she really wanted him to put that collar on her, too.

Dean found her lips once more, kissing her until her lips went numb. Then he made another slow descent down her body, his lips leaving tiny, searing kisses on her skin. She reached down and threaded her hands into his hair, luxuriating in how soft the strands felt between her fingers. She felt his mouth close around one of her nipples and it was like an electric shot straight to her clit. She wiggled beneath him.

“I want you on top,” he whispered as he dragged his mouth back to hers.

She didn’t know why that took her by surprise, but it did. “Okay,” she mumbled against his lips. Next thing she knew, Dean rolled them over so that she was on top. He reached down and grabbed his cock, positioning it at the clenched opening of her pussy, and then very gently, he eased his cockhead into her. Then he stopped. “Take as little or as much as you want, baby. Make it feel good for you.”  He rotated his hips ever so slightly, just enough so that she felt the movement.

“Dean
.” His name came out as needy. Olivia put her hands on either side of his head and stared at him. His eyes were hazy and filled with desire. It was that look that was her undoing. A seductive smile pulled at her mouth. If he wanted things slow, he should’ve stayed on top, because just having part of him inside of her was enough to make her want to come.

“You’re killing me, baby,” he groaned. His grip on her waist had tightened and she knew he was having a hard time not moving, not ramming his cock all the way into her until she screamed his name.

She smiled as she lowered herself down onto him, wincing slightly as she did. Olivia couldn’t recall a time she’d had this much sex in one day. Her body gave her evidence of the toll it was taking, but she ignored it, wanting to be with him more than she cared about the pain. Olivia found his lips and kissed him hard as she rotated her hips on him, driving his cock deeper into her with each slow downward motion of her body. She groaned, “It’s so hard to go slow.”

He nipped at her bottom lip.
“I know, baby. Do whatever feels good.” His hands found her ass again and he squeezed her cheeks, guiding her up and down on him.

Their need for each other was too great. She needed more, and from the way he clutched her ass and gritted his teeth, she guessed he did, too. “I need more, Dean. Please…fuck me like you did the first night we met.” She brought herself down on him hard, causing him to cry her name.

Digging his heels into the mattress, he tightened his grip on her ass, and fucked her hard and fast. She met each of his upward thrusts with a downward one of her own. The sounds of their moans reverberated around them. She was so close to coming already. The way he moved in and out of her, the way he held her, kissed her, moaned in between their kisses was incredible. Hell, everything about this man was incredible. And she was hopelessly in love with him. Never in a million years did she think she’d ever be this happy.

Dean
moved one hand up to palm her head, the other remained on her ass, guiding her up and down on his cock. “You feel incredible.” He kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth with a frantic, needy, desperation that she matched stroke for stroke.

“Yeah,” she moaned, increasing the speed at which she moved on him. She curled her fingers against his chest, her nails digging into his skin as sat up fully on him. “So good.” She flung her head back and closed her eyes. The feel of Dean’s cock stroking her inner walls, driving her to madness was euphoric. She knew that this one time wasn’t going to be enough. She wondered if a lifetime would be enough.

His large, warm hands covered her breasts, his thumbs rolled over her nipples, sending an extra jolt of pleasure straight to her clit. “I can’t get enough of you, baby.” He clutched her hips, and then sat up so that they were chest to chest. She hooked her legs around his back and rocked on him as their mouths explored each other like it was the first time they’d ever kissed.

              The room began to spin; her mind went fuzzy; and the only thing she could focus on was Dean’s cock inside of her, of her pussy clenching, desperate to hold him there as her clit throbbed with her impending release. She rocked on him harder and faster, her moans getting louder as he swelled inside of her. His arms held her tighter, to the point that she wasn’t sure where she stopped and he started. But that was fine with her because in her mind, they were one.

              “Come for me, baby,” he whispered, nipping at her ear. “Olivia,” he groaned, “please, baby, I want to feel you come on my cock.”

              She loved it when he talked like that, and when he called her baby. It made her feel special, like she was the only woman on earth that was worthy of his love and attention. They both increased the speed and intensity of their movements until she screamed his name and dropped her forehead to his shoulder. It took several moments for the tremors to ease from her body, leaving her limp and spent. Dean showered her shoulder and collarbone with kisses. She stroked the nape of his neck, holding on to him for as long as she could.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this, of you,” he said in between kisses.

“Mmm,” she said sleepily. “Me either.” They sat like that, in each other’s arms for several minutes.

“So, do you think that’s something you can write about?”

Olivia laughed. “I think I’d get fired if I wrote about that.”

He smiled. “Then I guess we’ll just have to keep practicing until we find something that works.” Dean winked, and then kissed her. She knew she’d found the man she was meant to be with, and she was hopeful for the future.

THE END

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