The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo [Masters of Submission 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (7 page)

Dear God, this guy was first in line when the good Lord created the perfect man.
She couldn’t stop staring at his cock, which stood proudly at attention, so mouthwateringly thick and long. Just the knowledge that she would soon feel his amazing girth and length deep inside her made her shake her head and whisper his name in wonderment, “Oh, Tyler.”

As he clearly wasn’t in the mood for compromise, she didn’t resist when he pulled her into his arms and twisted a hand into her hair, angling her face to his. His kiss was crushing, forceful, and totally dominating. Their skin where it touched burned so hotly, she feared they might spontaneously combust.

As he tugged her hair harder, forcing her head back, she instinctively arched. Her pelvis and hips pressed erotically against his, until the length of his cock throbbed, warm and comforting, against her belly. Thank God she kept her pussy perfectly smooth.

Tyler’s magnificent biceps flexed as he placed a hand to the small of her back to steady her. He then twisted his hand even tighter into her hair, forcing her body to arch back even further. This new position meant her breasts were offered up for his delectation, and he immediately leaned down and worshipped them, basting her nipples with his tongue, licking each areola in turn before drawing the tightened bud into his mouth. The sensation was unbearably exquisite, making her legs tremble so violently beneath her that she feared they might not take her weight. Rebecca willingly allowed his dominance over her, welcomed it even, safe in the knowledge that the sex, when it happened, would be out of this world.

Tyler’s teeth finally unclamped from her nipples, and the exquisite pleasure-pain combination subsided. His eyes were like pools of liquid fire, and he whispered huskily, “Come with me. I’m taking you upstairs.” He firmly took hold of her hand, leaving her in no doubt who was in charge, and pulled her toward the floating staircase. “Ladies first.” He playfully swatted her bare butt twice with the palm of his hand. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

Thoroughly enjoying his no-nonsense demeanor, Rebecca raced up the stairs, all too aware that he followed so closely, she could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck. She figured he was checking out her slightly reddened ass as she led the way. Feeling like a mischievous minx, she took the opportunity to stir his blood a little more by sashaying her God-given assets right in front of him. She’d always considered her butt to be her best feature.

“You keep swaying that peachy ass of yours and I might just have to discipline it right here and now.” The deep, sexy timbre of his voice lifted the hairs on the back of her neck, raising her anticipation of the great things to come.

In her enthusiasm to turn him on even more, she glanced over her shoulder to make eye contact. Big mistake. Just like the slow-motion action from a Hollywood blockbuster, she lost her footing and tumbled inelegantly onto the mahogany steps. Facedown, she lay sprawled on the stairs. Through the gaps in the stair treads she saw the impressive limestone floor below.

The sassiness she’d shown with her sexy wiggle soon evaporated, and Rebecca burst out laughing. “Damn.”

Tyler seemed concerned and leaned down to check she hadn’t hurt herself. She felt his warm, naked body caress her bare back as he smiled at her. “You okay?”

“Yeah, only my pride is hurt.”

He playfully wagged a finger at her. “That’ll teach you to look where you’re going, young lady.” She started to move, but he pressed a hand firmly between her shoulder blades, stilling her movements. “It’s your own fault you find yourself in this position, so I may as well take advantage of your mistake. You’re staying exactly where you are.” He took hold of her hands and stretched them taut in front of her before curling her fingers around the polished mahogany stair tread. “Don’t you dare let go, or I’ll redden your butt some more.” She figured she’d better obey him.

“Hmm, it seems that your misfortune means I have you exactly where I want you.” He spread her legs as wide as they would go then knelt between them before planting a soft kiss to each butt cheek. “Ah, yeah, what a beautiful fucking ass you have. So soft, round, and creamy, and so cute when I redden it with a disciplinary spank.” He slapped it again.

“Ouch, that hurt.”

“Hurt good, or hurt bad?”

She attempted to turn and look at him as best she could. “Hurt good.”

“Then I’ll kiss away the pain. I’m an ass man at heart.” She felt his lips drifting across her burning butt, and she loved the sensation. Tyler had the capacity to be both cruel and kind, and she knew he’d make an excellent Dom.

Everything went quiet, and she waited for his next move. She figured he studied her from behind, enjoying her predicament. Rebecca let out a hiss of pleasure when she felt a finger ever so sweetly drift into her sex. “Tyler, no, not here,” she whimpered. She knew her plea was unconvincing, because she wanted his touch, she longed for it.

“Becca.” Her name whispered from his lips. “You’re so wet. You want me inside, don’t you, deep inside you?” Although she couldn’t turn her head enough to see him, she could hear his breathing. Tyler was as sexually aroused as she was, and he slipped his finger deeper into her wetness, this time making contact with her clit, causing her to moan enthusiastically as she twisted on the stairs, grinding her pussy wantonly against the unyielding mahogany.

“Oh, yes, Tyler.”

“Do you know just how good you feel, Becca? Do you know just how hard my cock is right now?”

“Yes.”

Still kneeling between her legs, he gripped her thighs and lifted her butt from the stairs. He took a deep breath before forcing his head between her legs and repeatedly licked her from clit to butt hole in fluid, sensual strokes. This new sensation felt exquisite and so overwhelming she could barely breathe.

“Dear God, Tyler, that feels…Oh, God…”

The tip of his tongue contacted with her clit, circling the circumference of the engorged bead before dipping inside her pussy. He sucked at her womanly pearl, drawing the very essence of her femininity into his mouth, sending her headlong toward a pleasure-induced overload.

Oh God, he feels so good
. However much she tried to stop them, a succession of preorgasmic whimpers began to tumble from her lips. She closed her eyes, savoring every exquisite, tortured moment, as his tongue worked its magic, sending her closer and closer to ecstasy. On the very edge of orgasm, she felt compelled to shout out his name, “Tyler.”

He abruptly stopped the sexual onslaught of her pussy by taking his head and more importantly his tongue from between her legs.

“Damn you, Tyler Stone. You knew I was close.”

“And you must know I’m in control.”

Facedown on the hard, unyielding stairs, and with her breasts crushed by her own weight, her breathing felt fast and furious and echoed all around her. Tyler sure knew how to play her. Now supine and spread-eagled, she was his for the taking.

After a short lull, she felt his large yet sensitive hands slowly begin to massage her ass cheeks. Each circular sweep of his fingers calmed her yet excited her, too, because she knew there was more to come.

“Fact.” His rich baritone washed warmly over her. “Actions have consequences. By acting so provocatively as you climbed the stairs, you slipped, and you now find yourself in a compromised position.” He planted a soft kiss on her right butt cheek. “So, Becca, are you a good girl or a naughty girl?”

Rebecca sighed contentedly as he feathered a series of kisses on her butt and lower back. His tongue snaked out and caressed her sensitized flesh, causing pulses of sexual electricity to shoot along every nerve ending.

“Oh, I’m a good girl who sometimes needs a firm hand.”

“I think you’re right.” He dotted butterfly kisses on her shoulders. “This is your reward for being a good girl.”

“Thank you.”

“And as a further reward, I’m going to…”

Rebecca knew he’d deliberately cut the sentence short and waited expectantly. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him to thrust that huge cock of his deep between her pussy lips. She wanted him to take her on the stairs. Now. She raised her butt high in the air in a brazen attempt to encourage him.

He laid his body over hers and tenderly brushed the hair from her face before peppering tiny kisses on her neck. All the time his warm breath flowed across her sensitive flesh. “I want you.”

“I need you to want me, and I want you, too,” she meekly replied. She breathed in, and her mouth remained open, and as she waited for the beautiful inevitability of their union, she shivered in glorious anticipation. “Please.” She couldn’t help but sound desperate for Tyler, because he was so fucking beautiful and sexy.

“Do I need protection, Becca?”

She shook her head. “No. I’m good.” It hurt her to even think it, but there was no way she could ever become pregnant.

“I want you so much.” Tyler’s caring words lifted her from her melancholy, and she forced the unpleasant memories from her mind.

She felt his cock probing the entrance to her pussy, barely dipping into her honeyed arousal, making her moan with frustration. “Please, don’t tease me,” she murmured softly.

Tyler clamped his hands over hers, pinning them to the stair tread above her head. She adored the way his hard, warm body melded so perfectly with hers and the way their heaving flesh fitted so intimately together, all the way from their shoulders to their thighs. For some reason she loved the way the stubble on his chin roughly chafed against her cheek. He whispered once more against her ear, “Just who is the real Rebecca Miles? The one waiting so patiently to be fucked beneath me, or the demure woman I see at Cerberus Technology every day?”

“I’m both, but the one you see here is more exciting.”

“Ah, I see, so right now you’re the same woman I saw at Club Submission?”

“Yes.”

“I will now reward you for your honesty.” He marked his territory by nipping her shoulder with his teeth as he began sliding his warm prick slowly inside her, inch by glorious inch. She knew he was big, but after so long without a man, Tyler felt enormous. His penis stretched her wider and deeper than she could ever have imagined. He must have heard her sharp intake of breath, because he said, “Oh, yes, I can tell you need me deep inside you. Your tight little pussy is just aching to be filled by me. You need a man to control you. You need a man to make you feel whole. You need me.”

“You know I do,” she whimpered as he finally forced his cock fully home. Facedown on the stairs, she rocked from side to side, trying to accommodate his massive prick, which felt wedged inside her.

He thrust harder and deeper before forcing a hand between her breasts and the stairs, his masculine weight bearing down on her.

“You’re heavy, you’re hurting me.”

He thrust inside her again as he mercilessly squeezed her nipples, his breathing fast and ragged. “Is that hurting you good, or hurting you bad?”

She threw back her head. “Hurting me good.”

“Believe me.” He thrust again, with such force that her stomach and hips pressed painfully, yet erotically against the uncaring mahogany wood. The sheer force of his exertions squeezed the breath from her lungs. “Soon, I shall take pleasure in stripping away each and every layer of your complex personality, until the raw natural beauty of the real Rebecca is revealed.” She felt his warm breath feather over her neck as he paused between each word, his lungs searching for air.

He thrust again, this time harder, his cock filling her so exquisitely she didn’t know where she finished and he began. “I demand to have the real Rebecca before me.”

The real Rebecca?

Tyler was right. Her secretive alter ego, the one he’d witnessed at Club Submission, the real Rebecca, stayed hidden from view until she could trust those around her.

Up until now, Club Submission had been the only place she could truly be herself. Introduced to the scene by a close friend, she’d blossomed under Mitch’s tutelage, until he’d found out the truth, and then her Master had dumped her.

I’m that sensual creature that Tyler Stone is fucking right now with such wonderful vigor. He makes me feel vital and alive. I’m aware of every single inch of my body, and I feel like I’m glowing all over.

“You have her, Tyler. This is who I really am.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes. Fuck me harder. It’s what I deserve. It’s what the real Rebecca was made for.”

Her forthright words seemed to spur him on, and he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, drawing her body closer to his. He nipped at her shoulder again, and growled in her ear, “Be careful what you wish for, Becca, because I am a man who will take you at your word.”

Rebecca shamelessly urged him on. “Go right ahead, I want you to.”

With incredible passion, he rode her hard and fast from behind
. Christ, this guy has some energy.
Grabbing hold of the step above her head, he then leveraged his body, doing pull-ups inside her. Like a man possessed, he pistoned into her with such animal strength, she couldn’t stop herself from whimpering and calling out his name.

“Tyler, oh God, Tyler. More.”

He responded, as she knew he would, fucking her harder still. Her whole body felt pummeled as his powerful physique banged her repeatedly against the solid hardwood. It hurt. Christ it hurt, but in a good way, and the pain mixed perfectly with the sheer sensual pleasure given by Tyler’s warm body caressing her back.