Marked 2: Marked for Desire (16 page)

“Good,” Leo said. “Catch Conner up, will you, Shaun? I need some rest.”

Shaun muttered, and Leo’s eyebrows rose. “What was that?”

The man cleared his throat. “I said I doubt you’ll get much.”

Leo’s lips twitched. “Accurate but unnecessary to be said out loud.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Down the corridors, Leo dragged her by the arm. She resisted. “What’s the hurry?”

He whirled around; his blue eyes glittered, his mouth in a tight line. “I’ve fantasized about this for weeks, haunted by your scent and unable to touch you. I may never stop touching you now. I want you. Move.” The last word was a command, and he rushed her down the hallway.

When they reached room four, Leo pressed a code onto a keypad to open the door. He shoved her inside, and the door shut behind him. The room was dark, and Sera stumbled. Leo caught her and yanked her into his arms.

Fire consumed her, his mouth dominating and insistent. She melted, her knees weak and wobbly. He backed her into the darkness and slammed her against a door. His hands were rough and strong as he ripped her clothes from her body. When he opened the door and she tumbled backward, he kept his mouth fused to hers while his fingers tore at his clothes.

Hot water and cold tile in an overload of sensation. She groaned, and his cock pressed along her slit, taunting her, tempting her. The water splashed over their bodies and heated her flushed face.

She tore her mouth away from his and dropped to her knees to take him in her mouth. His hand gripped her hair, yanking her face away from his dick. “Beg me,” he said hoarsely.

“Let me suck your cock, Master. Please,” she begged him. She’d have done anything for a taste, the feel of him in her mouth.

“You may,” he whispered. Water cascaded down his flat stomach, and droplets slid over his erection. She licked the moisture, sucking, reveling. He tasted musky, a sharp, tangy sensation on her tongue that made her pull him deeper into her mouth. His hands were buried in her hair, and soon he held her head, fucking her face, his hips frantic.

She hummed, the throb of his vein giving her sweet satisfaction. Though she belonged to him, he also belonged to her. Her pussy throbbed when he moaned and thrust toward the back of her throat. She relaxed her muscles so she could swallow him, engulf him. There had been other times she’d serviced a dominant this way, yet this didn’t feel the same. For the first time, her excitement level rose in time with her partner’s. His length filled her, and her tongue wrapped around him, the taste of him overwhelming her senses.

His thrusts were hard, fast. She wanted him to come in her mouth, give her all of it. The sensation of her knees pressed to the tiles and his cock filling her mouth made her head spin. His fingers yanked on the strands of her hair, and the sting added to her satisfaction. Her blood heated. She shifted her heel to press between her legs. Shards of pleasure cascaded down her spine.

But he pulled her mouth away, and she whimpered in protest. Seconds later, he hauled her up, lifting her legs until they wrapped around his waist. He slammed his cock inside her, his hands gripping her wrists and holding her hands above her head. His gaze held hers while he thrust inside her hard and fast. The intensity in his blue eyes combined with the fullness of him, and she clutched him tighter. More. All she could think was she wanted more of him, all of him. And he gave it to her. It was feral. It was incredible. These weren’t measured strokes, but a man staking his claim. She reveled in it.

He growled, a low sound from his chest, and pressed her against the shower wall, which drove him even deeper. She spun out of control, an orgasm hitting her like a laser shot. She twisted beneath him, her body pinned by his. When his mouth fastened on her forearm where his mate mark glowed, she exploded again, stars blinding the insides of her eyelids. She screamed, her body on fire, her pussy clenching around his cock.

He groaned against her forearm, his tongue tracing the lines of the dragon, causing her to shatter beneath him. Finally he tore his mouth from her arm and met her gaze. He kept his stare on her face while he plunged farther into her pussy. His face contorted, and he tossed his head back as hot semen shot inside her. His release sent her spinning into another earthquake, and she sobbed as it took her.

Leo allowed her feet to hit the tile and released her wrists but kept her pinned with his body. He pumped a dispenser and began to rub shampoo in her hair slowly. His fingers tangled in the wet strands and stroked her scalp with firm, erotic movements. She sagged against the wall, barely able to stand.

She gasped when he soaped her body, paying special attention to her erogenous zones: her tits, her pussy, the puckered entrance to her ass. He thoroughly aroused her once more with his wicked hands. She hardly noticed when the water stopped washing over her. He rubbed her damp skin with a soft towel, sliding over her sensitive clit, her erect nipples, and her quivering ass. Every inch of her ached for him as though they hadn’t just fucked in the shower.

When Leo lifted her into his arms, she thought he was going to lay her down so she could sleep. He laid her down all right. And then cuffed her hands to two metal bars at the head of the bed. It was too dark to see his face, but she heard a growl of satisfaction from him when he clicked her ankles to the foot of the bed, her legs spread wide. Low-level light appeared, and Leo’s gaze devoured her. “You look perfect like this.”

If he didn’t touch her, she was going to scream with frustration. She glared at him. “Are you just going to stare at me? You’ve got me all hot and bothered. Aren’t you going to do something about it?” Okay, not the smartest thing to do. She was well aware Leo would punish her for challenging him. Part of her liked it when he did.

His raised one eyebrow. “I might,” he said. “I might not. Would you like me to get your pussy hot and wet and leave you right on the edge of an orgasm? I could keep you there for hours and never let you come.”

The idea appeared to appeal to him. His cock hardened and twitched while he taunted her. God, she wanted him. “You could,” she quipped. “Or you could fuck me until I pass out.”

His hands slid over her thighs and brushed the curls covering her hot core. He kept his gaze on her face. “I think you need a lesson.”

Her eyes widened. What would he do to her? Would he prevent her from coming? Leo opened a drawer in the wall and removed something she’d only seen, never experienced. Fuck. A ball gag.

Leo stared at her. “I’m going to make you scream. I’m going to make your whole body want me. But you’re not going to be able to speak.”

She swallowed. “Leo—”

He held up a hand. “You know what to call me.”

She gritted her teeth. “Master.”

His hand brushed her distended nipple. “You don’t sound very…enthusiastic. Let’s see if I can change that.”

He slipped the strap to the ball gag over her head, and she pressed her lips together. She wasn’t going to take that fucking thing in her mouth. He smiled, a wicked, beautiful smile, and bent down to take her breast in his mouth. His tongue slid over her sensitive nub, and she gasped.

Quick as lightning, he had the ball in her open mouth. She couldn’t even call him a bastard.

Her wrists ached as she fought the restraints, but the pain didn’t deter her pussy at all. In fact, it made her hotter, needier. Damn it. How the hell did he know?

Helpless, she stared at him. His gaze was riveted on her breasts and traveled over her exposed flesh. He traced his finger along her skin, her neck, her breast, her belly, and finally over her throbbing clit. She arched into his hand, but he only touched her briefly, teasing her. Every place he touched her, little fires scorched her skin, her mate-mark hot and glowing. His mouth followed his fingers—his lips sending her close to the edge—and she cried out against the ball.

Each one of her breasts got his attention, his teeth nipping her flesh. He kissed all the way down her stomach, his tongue dipping into her belly button. Her head thrashed back and forth, her pussy aching. The restraints spread her legs wide, and he licked along the seam of her hip. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass while his tongue circled around her clit. She tried to thrust into his mouth but was held by the cuffs on her ankles. Frustration ripped through her, and she yanked and pulled on the restraints.

He chuckled and kept tormenting her desperate flesh. All she could do was sob, the ball gag preventing her from begging. The pain in her ankles and wrists only added to her intense, frustrated pleasure, sending her higher. The sharp edge of her orgasm was just out of reach. She screamed at him, no words necessary. He flicked his tongue over her clit, and she stilled instantly, waiting, hoping.

Then he circled her erect nub again, leaving her wanting. Tears leaked from her eyes. He lifted his head, his finger taking the place of his tongue circling her clit. “Such pretty tears, Princess. Shall I remove the ball gag?” She nodded vigorously. One side of his mouth lifted. “Will you curse me?” She shook her head. “I wonder if I should trust you,” he said, his voice low and smooth.

He reached up with his free hand and flicked the straps loose on the ball gag. When he removed it from her mouth, she licked her lips. “Please, oh God, please, Leo. Please touch my pussy.”

His thumb circled, wet from her cum. “I
am
touching your pussy.” His gaze met hers.

“Please, Master,” she whispered. She sobbed when his thumb slid over her clit briefly. “Master, Master,” she chanted and arched into his hand as much as the restraints would let her.

His face changed, tense and passionate. “I am your master. This is
my
pussy.”

“Master,” she whispered again. Lost and drifting, all she knew was his touch, his voice, his control. The pain, the edge, the sharp agony of need blended into something potent. So close. She was so close.

Suddenly, his tongue was on her clit, hard and insistent. She screamed as her orgasm rolled over her like a tidal wave washing everything away. Every muscle tensed. It went on and on, his tongue roughly licking up every drop.

Chapter Eleven

The taste of her, the sound of her voice as she called him “Master” swamped him. Leo was the dom. He had to be in control, but he couldn’t resist her, couldn’t stop if he wanted to. Her cum flowed over his tongue, and he wanted to keep her there, wet and pulsing for him.

Only for him.

He tormented her flesh, his mouth sucking on her clit until she screamed again. And she screamed her new name for him. “Master!” He was hard as iron, and he wanted more than that sweet pussy.

His tongue lashed her sensitive flesh, keeping her enthralled, while his finger probed her anus. Tight and hot, her ass was his, and he was going to brand her today. Every single inch of this woman would be his and only his. She gasped while he slid a second finger inside her. The moisture from her slick channel was perfect to ease his fingers in and out of her ass.

Her choked cry warned him, and he sucked her erect nub, thrusting his fingers inside her tight channel. She thrashed beneath his touch. He wanted that too. Passive didn’t do a fucking thing for him. The more she fought him, the further he pushed her. She exploded, her pussy clenching around his tongue, squeezing him. He groaned. God, she robbed him of coherent thought. The only thought he had was to fuck her in the ass, and he wanted it now.

When he lifted his head, her flushed face and parted lips were a temptation. He took possession, drowning in the submission that she offered him. When he slid away from her, she cried out, “No!”

He opened another drawer and found lube. Part of him wanted to thrust inside her ass the way he’d thrust inside Shaun’s ass. Dry and hard. He wanted to feel the scrape of her flesh around his cock and her muscles squeezing him. But he was more interested in training her to enjoy his dick in her ass.

Along with lube, he retrieved a dildo with buttons on the end, all for him to control. His hand slid over his cock, and he reveled in how she stared at him, her eyes cloudy, shudders wracking her body. “I’m going to fuck you hard in the ass, Princess.”

She only blinked and licked her lips but stayed silent. He knelt between her legs and drove his lubed fingers into her ass. She clenched around them; he rewarded her with a lick across her slit. She moaned, her head tossing back and forth.

But he wasn’t going to leave her pussy empty. He slammed the dildo into her sweet cavern, and she screamed, her eyes glazing over as he held it so the tip was against that secret place that would keep her convulsing while he fucked her in the ass.

Her body heaved and arched, the dildo sending her over the edge. And while she was flying, he thrust his cock inside her ass. Oh God, she felt so hot, so tight. She moved to deepen his penetration, and he moaned. Faster and harder, he lost his mind in the pleasure. His hands gripped her hips and angled her so he could fuck her deeper.

Her nipples tightened, dusky and tempting. He bent down and sucked one of ridged tips into his mouth. She whimpered, a sound that made his dick pulse for release. But he didn’t want to move, with his cock surrounded by the tight hole of her ass, his mouth around the tip of her breast, and his stomach pressed against the dildo buried in her pussy. He wanted to hold this moment and never let it go.

In the end, Sera broke the spell by shattering completely. She screamed, the sound reverberating in his ears. Her muscles clenched around his cock and squeezed him like a vise. He lifted his head from her breast to stare at the dildo in her pussy being drawn in farther by her convulsions. The dragon on her arm glowed a bright red, and his mark throbbed in response.

God, she was stunning. Every inch of her shouted her pleasure, from the sweet cum flowing out around the dildo to the flush that climbed over the skin of her breasts and throat. He barely managed to contain the cum boiling in his balls. He wanted to pull his cock out and jack off over her, marking her with his seed.

Instead he reached back and yanked the cuffs loose on her ankles, first one and then the other. He lifted her legs, her toes by his ears, his dick buried balls-deep in her tight tunnel, and she let out a keening cry, her ass squeezing his cock—and every coherent thought—out of him. He kept his eyes open, gazing at her flushed face and watching her gasp for breath. She was perfect, her body giving him everything he ever asked for, denying him nothing.