Passion's Dream (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 1) (28 page)

“You have been stretched enough to take me with a minimal amount of pain,” Clay said.  “You just have to trust me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

And she did.  Implicitly.  Clay Raven Nighthorse had entered her life and mastered her heart just as he had mastered her body.  He had freed her from her long-held sexual inhibitions and transported her to new heights of pleasure.  Pleasure she’d never before dreamed possible.  Pleasure she was learning to reach out and grab with both hands, no matter what its manifestations, because she trusted him with every part of her—her heart, her body, her very soul.

“But first…”His voice grew dark, menacing, wicked.  “There’s the little matter of the discipline I promised you.”  He moved in behind her, his hands stroking her ass cheeks.  Until there was a sudden, sharp, stinging slap to her right cheek, followed almost immediately by one to her left, wrenching a hoarse cry from Leah’s throat.  Heat bloomed on her skin.  Heat which he kneaded deep into her muscles before giving her two more well-placed slaps, ripping another cry from her.  ‘Beautiful,” he murmured, loving the look of his red handprints spreading across her pale skin.  Loving the harsh gasps and cries and snuffling little gulping sobs Leah made with each subsequent strike of his hand on her ass.  Loving watching her wiggle and squirm as she tried to evade his discipline.  “Hold still,” he commanded, smiling as she tried her best to follow his instructions no matter how impossible.

When he had given her twenty swats on each nicely reddened buttock, he bent down and placed a tender kiss right in the center of each one, ravished by the heat rising from her skin.  Heat, he knew, that she felt deep in her core, sending her arousal skyrocketing.  Her scent enveloped him, ravished him.  He dragged it into the bottom of his lungs, wishing he could hold it there forever.

Straightening, he unzipped his leathers, pushing them down around his knees, and stepped up behind her.  Grabbing her hips, he powered his cock into her hot, sweet pussy, gliding his length along the hard plug in her ass, making her groan in ecstasy.

He stretched her, filling her more than she’d ever thought possible.  Both passages felt absolutely stuffed.  She shrieked as her tissues parted ahead of his advance, stretching to accommodate his girth.  Her muscles clutched at him as he grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them with his thumbs to reveal the emerald jewel and his cock beneath it withdrawing from her cunt, glazed with her syrup.  God, he loved fucking her!  And, even more, he loved watching himself fuck her! But most of all, he loved watching himself fuck her, knowing she was also wearing a plug up her ass.  As he thrust back in, he mashed her ass cheeks together.  He continued this move, spreading her cheeks with every withdrawal, closing them with every entry, keeping time with his strokes, slow at first, gradually becoming more rapid and intense.  He angled his cock to scrape across her G spot, which sent her spiraling to the peak of a brutal climax.  Trapped by her shackled wrists and ankles, and his hard body pounding into her from behind, it was an orgasm which her fevered body had no choice but to accept.  And as it crashed over her, shattering her in convulsion after convulsion of pleasure, she burst into sobs, riding out the aftershocks with Clay’s hard cock still buried deep inside her and his arms around her holding her together.

He lay over her back, resting his cheek just below her left shoulder blade. 
Damn, that was close! 
She’d nearly taken him over the edge with her.  It had taken every bit of control he’d had not to spill his seed inside her vagina.  He didn’t want that.  Not tonight.  Tonight, when he came, he was coming inside her hot little ass.  He drew in one hissing breath after another as the long, liquid pulls of her spasming inner muscles continued to milk his cock.  But through sheer dint of will he stayed hard and he stayed inside her, holding her until her breathing slowed and the heartbeat hammering beneath his ear returned to a more normal rhythm. 

“Relax, baby.  That was beautiful.  You’re beautiful.  Get ready, love, I’m gonna remove the plug.”

She blew out her breath and worked on making her muscles relax.  She felt him grab the jeweled end of the Princess plug and turn it round and round, making her body tense up  As he pulled it out, it scraped along the entire length of his cock through the inter-passage membrane, nearly making him spill his seed.  Finally the plug was free and he found himself staring down at her gaping asshole, slippery with lube, winking up at him, more precious and beautiful than any jewel.  He dropped the plug into a bowl next to the sawhorse.  “Jesus Christ,” he whispered reverently, touching her skin with the tip of a finger, “That is so goddamn beautiful.”  He flexed his hips to begin pulling his cock out of her pussy, forcing a shuddering little moan of protest from her throat.  Reaching down with his left hand, he grabbed the base of his cock, gripping it hard to prevent himself from ejaculating prematurely.  His breath was a sharp, indrawn hiss as he guided the tip to her yawning opening.  As big as it was, his cock was bigger.  “Okay, little sub.”  His voice sounded like it had been scraped with sandpaper.  “Are you ready to take my cock in your ass?”

Her reply was breathless.  ‘Yes, Sir.”

Releasing himself, he grabbed both her hips and pressed forward.

“Oh, my God!” she shrieked as her sphincter stretched painfully around the flared head of his cock, closing around the trench beneath it, making him groan as her flesh bit into him.  “Relax, baby,” he said through gritted teeth, forcing himself to remain perfectly still and not pound into her, which is what his lust was telling him to do.  “It’ll only hurt for a minute.  Once I get all the way inside, it will give you so much pleasure.  So much pleasure.”

Her first instinct was to resist the pain, to tighten up and fight it.  But she found herself getting lost in it instead.  Expanding it into every cell of her body, transforming it into a pleasure so deep it was as bottomless as the oceanic abyss.

He felt her grip on him begin to loosen and let out the breath he’d been holding.  Sweat dripped down his forehead.  “Stay relaxed, baby,” he urged, flexing his hips and pushing inside her anus another inch.
  Jesus Christ, she’s so goddamn tight!
  He pushed in another inch then another, until finally he was all the way in, his balls tapping against her clit.  The sight of his cock being swallowed up by her beautiful hole, the grip of that dark ring of muscle around his penis, nearly had him coming before he even hilted.  He held himself still, cock throbbing like a toothache, knowing this was going to be one swift fuck.  His control was gone, stolen by her gracious acceptance of everything he had given to her tonight.  The pleasure, the pain, all of it.  He closed his eyes as the beauty of her submission swept over him. 
God,
he loved this woman!  If he told her every day for a hundred years, it wouldn’t be enough time to let her know just how much.  Insinuating his right hand between Leah’s belly and the leather-covered padding of the sawhorse, he cupped her mound, circling his middle finger around her clit, gratified by her sudden gasping intake of breath.

With a low growl of pleasure, he pulled his cock out of her ass until only the head remained inside.  Then he rolled his hips and pushed back inside, ravished by her little mewls of pleasure.  A pinching sensation at the base of his spine and the tightening of his balls heralded his imminent release, so he sped up his strokes, driving his cock into her at least a dozen times before finally ejaculating deep inside her channel.

The combination of his hot semen bursting inside her ass and the continued, frenzied manipulation of her super-sensitized clit sent a final orgasm heaving through Leah.  An orgasm that seized her body and snatched the breath from her lungs, tumbling her into a warm, dark oblivion.

When she awoke just a few minutes later, she found herself sitting sideways across Clay’s lap, lying against his chest, his hard arms around her, his hands stroking up and down her back.  At some point he had covered her with a soft, warm blanket.  He was speaking to her, but she couldn’t make out any words beyond, “So beautiful.  So beautiful,” over and over.  She tried to move, but her limbs felt like lead.  With great effort she straightened away from him and turned her head to look at him.  Instantly, his hand lifted to shape the back of her head, holding it still as he leaned in and claimed her mouth in a kiss so filled with love, it brought tears to her eyes.  “I love you, Raven,” she murmured against his lips just before he slanted his head, parting her lips to admit his questing tongue.  She gave herself up to his total domination of her mouth, as she had given herself to his total domination of her body.

Finally he lifted his head, his eyes shining with tears.  “I love you, too, Leah.  My beautiful wife.  My beautiful submissive.  You are my dream come true and I’ll never let you go.”

“Not even to the shower?” she teased with an exaggerated sniff.  “One of us is starting to smell pretty ripe and I don’t think it’s me.”

He chuckled.  “Then I guess we’d both better go.”  Still holding her in his lap, he scooted across the bed until he was able to stand up, lifting her up in his arms.  The blanket fell to the floor, ignored by both of them.  They were much too busy kissing as he carried her to the bathroom.  Maybe, if he played his cards right, there would be some smokin’ hot shower sex in his immediate future. 
Life is good.

“What are you grinning at,” she asked, eyeing him with suspicion.

‘Just tryin’ to decide which part of you I’m gonna clean first.”

She gave him an arch look from underneath her lashes.  “Maybe you should just start at the bottom.  Work your way up.”

His grin broadened.  “My thoughts exactly.”

* * * *

Pagosa Springs Sun newspaper

Pagosa Springs, Colorado

Special Late Edition

FREAK ACCIDENT HAS INVESTIGATORS PUZZLED

Franklin Two Bears Nighthorse, member of the Jicarillo Apache Nation Town Council and promising candidate for the Apache Nation’s president, was involved in a freak accident late last night on a lonely stretch of road less than two miles from his home outside of Dulce, NM.  “I was driving home from the Council meeting,” Nighthorse told the police when they arrived on the scene shortly after the accident happened, “when all of sudden, right in front of me, there was this Apache warrior in full war paint, wearing only a loin cloth, moccasins and a war bonnet.”  Nighthorse went on to claim that the figure was astride a white and gray Appaloosa and was galloping straight toward him, brandishing a spear.

Nighthorse claims he managed to swerve just in time to avoid hitting the warrior, but the move sent his car crashing into a boulder. The vehicle was totaled.  Paramedics had to use the Jaws of Life to extricate him from the mangled wreckage.  The Dulce Police Department have interviewed all the residents in the area, but no one else has stepped forward claiming to have seen the mysterious warrior figure.  A breathalyzer test administered to Mr. Nighthorse on the scene revealed that he had not been drinking.  Nor did a tox screen reveal him to be under the influence of any medication or other controlled substance.

Mr. Nighthorse is currently in Intensive Care in Pagosa Springs Medical Center.  He is paralyzed from the neck down and has to rely on a ventilator to breathe.  No longer able to speak, Nighthorse can only communicate by blinking his eyes once for yes, twice for no.  Doctors do not think he will ever regain the use of his limbs. Mr. Nighthorse, who has no family, will be transferred on Friday to the Paragon nursing home in Grand Junction, CO.

Anyone knowing anything about this incident is urged to come forward and tell the authorities what they know.  A reward of five thousand dollars has been posted by the Nation Town Council for any information leading to an arrest and conviction.

THE END

If you liked
Passion’s Dream,
Book One of The Doms of Passion Lake, then be on the lookout for
Passion’s Fury,
Book Two of the series, projected release date of February 2015.  And Book Three,
Passion’s Hope
, will be out in March, 2015.  Below are blurbs and excerpts from both of these thrilling books.

PASSION’S FURY

Kylie Ferrell’s nightmare begins when she discovers her boss dead from a bullet to the head.  In less than twenty-four hours, she endures a police interrogation, finds her boyfriend in bed with another woman and her house explodes.  Terrified, she does the only sensible thing.  She runs.  Right through broken glass.

When Simon Rafferty finds her sleeping in her broken-down car by the side of the road near Passion Lake, Virginia, the connection between them is instantaneous and combustible.  He recognizes her as the woman he and his two brothers have been searching for all their lives.  Their lifetime submissive.  And the fact that she’s homeless, injured, and targeted by the mob?  Minor details.

Identical triplets, former SEAL Caleb, former Delta Force Simon, and former Green Beret Ash Rafferty are more than capable of handling anything life throws at them.  Including a sweet, sexy, lusciously curvy woman who has sworn off all men and who is clueless about the darkness of their needs and desires.  Clueless…but intrigued.  These dominant alpha males will do whatever it takes to get her into their bed, their hearts, their lives…and their dungeon.

But Kylie has secrets that put them all in deadly danger.  And when that danger catches up with her, Caleb, Simon, and Ash must launch a desperate search to find her before she is ripped from them forever.

PASSION’S FURY
– ADULT EXCERPT

Ash carried her into the bathroom and set her down on the toilet.  “Bathroom first,” he said with a wink, pulling her shorts and panties down to her knees before she could utter a word of protest, “followed by hot, naughty, nekkid sex.”

Oh, yeah. 

Quickly squeezing a roll of toothpaste onto her toothbrush, he handed it to her, then left her alone to pee and brush her teeth.  “Ash!” she shouted through a mouth full of toothpaste foam, but it was Caleb who came back through the door.

He took the toothbrush from her and handed her an empty plastic cup.  “Spit.”

He then handed her a cup of water so she could rinse her mouth while he rinsed off the toothbrush in the sink.  When he was done rinsing the plastic cups, Simon joined them carrying a stainless steel bowl and a couple of towels.  Caleb bent down and pulled her shorts and panties the rest of the way off.  When she made a tiny sound, he just leveled a look at her—a scorching, heated, possessive look—and said, “Can’t have hot, naughty, nekkid sex if you’re not nekkid.”

“Good point.”

He pulled the purple knit tee top over her head and quickly divested her of her bra.  Then he lifted her, but instead of carrying her out into the bedroom, he sat her down right in the middle of the long marble counter.  Fortunately Simon had covered the cold marble with one of the towels, so she was spared that particular shock.

She was not, however, spared the shock of seeing him swirling a shaving brush around inside an old-fashioned ceramic moustache cup. 
Oh, my God!  They really
are
going to shave me down there!

Caleb and Ash flanked him.  “Lean back on your hands, baby,” Ash instructed.  “Normally we’d have you place your feet flat on the counter, but because of your injuries, we’ll just hold your legs apart instead.”  At Simon’s nod, Ash and Caleb each grabbed a leg beneath her knee and spread them wide open, revealing her entire slit from her clit at the top to her puckered asshole at the bottom, already glistening with feminine juice.  Cold air brushed across her wet skin, sending goose bumps rippling up her spine.

Simon moved to stand between her legs.  “Beautiful,” he murmured, bending at the waist to place his lips against her clit, sucking gently until she threw back her head and released a shuddering moan.  “And delicious.  I could feast on this pussy all day.  But it will be even more beautiful and delicious once I’ve removed all this hair.”  He loaded the brush with foamy suds and slathered it all over her mound, her labia, even her anus, its tickling touch making her squirm.  Then he picked up a safety razor.  “Okay, darlin’, I need you to hold real still for me.”  Pulling her skin taut between his thumb and forefinger, he stroked the razor right down the center of her mound, removing a swath of dark, curly hair.  He handed the razor to Caleb, who swished it through the water in the stainless steel bowl before handing it back.

Kylie watched, fascinated, as her pubic hair slowly disappeared, even those few stray hairs down by her anus, leaving nothing but glistening pink skin behind.

“Now
that
,” Caleb said admiringly, dropping the razor in the bowl of soapy water, “is a pretty sight.”  He and Ash released her legs, but Simon still stood between them, keeping them apart.

“Now for the touch test,” he murmured, bending again and placing his mouth against the top of her mound.  He proceeded to kiss, lick, nibble, and suck every inch of her newly-exposed skin, sending her arousal spiking off the charts.

Her breath was coming in short, sharp pants, her back arching as she succumbed to the pleasure rippling through her.

Simon raised his head, looking up at her through half-lidded eyes dark and glazed with lust.  His face shone with her juices.  “Perfect,” he said, palming her mound and running his two middle fingers through her sopping slit, gathering her slick syrup.  “You are perfect.  The perfect woman.  The perfect sub.  And you’re all ours.”  On the word “ours” he plunged his fingers into her vagina, forcing a sharp cry from the back of her throat.

Her head threw back and her back arched, thrusting her breasts forward into Caleb’s and Ash’s waiting hands.  As they plumped and kneaded her generous flesh, pinching and twisting and tugging on her nipples, they were also busy dropping gentle kisses on her closed eyes, down the curves of her cheeks, along her jawline.  Then on her lips, first Ash, the Caleb, back and forth between the two of them.

The breath shivered from her lungs.  Pleasure shimmered through her entire body from every contact point as Simon finger-fucked her, suckling and nibbling her clit, building her orgasm until her body seized in an explosion that ripped her apart with pleasure.  Her scream echoed around them as they kept the pleasure going through continual gentle touches and dirty words whispered into her ear.

When her body finally slumped in satiation, Simon backed away, his fingers departing from her sheath with a slurping sound.  “Okay, darlin’, that’ll have to hold you for a while.”