Authors: Ella Dominguez
The Naughty Stuff
The Naughty Stuff
The Naughty Stuff
- Erotic Excerpts
Copyright © Ella Dominguez,
2012, 2013, 2014
Bondage Bunny Publishing
All Rights Reserved
Contents
The steadfastness in Lilliana’s voice reminded him of his mother and so did the stern look she was giving him. Tucker managed a small, tentative smile in return, remembering her kind spirit but unwavering staunchness. He missed his family and had the sudden urge to visit home. He hadn’t been back to his old stomping grounds in almost five years. He glanced over at the chime guiltily. The gift didn’t come from his heart and a wave of shame washed over him for his deceitful plans. It wasn’t how he was raised and his parents would be appalled at his actions all in the name of the almighty dollar, especially considering that the land he was standing on had been family owned for almost a century.
When he stepped inside the house, a sweet fruity scent filled his nose and it, too, reminded him of home. He closed his eyes and was taken back to when he was a child. He loved living on the farm and the solitude and peace it provided him with. He inhaled deeply once more before pushing all sentimental feelings aside. He didn’t get to where he was by being
wishy washy and schmaltzy, and he’d be damned if a stubborn woman from the Midwest was going to bring him to his knees. If anyone was going to be on their knees, it was going to be the tenacious little tease named Lilliana. He wanted that fucking land and he vowed it would be his.
“I’ll take that dessert to go,” Tucker said brusquely.
Lilliana’s eyes darted towards him as she removed the pan from the oven, and sparkled with confusion and irritation. “To go?”
“Yes, it’s already late enough and as you mentioned, we both need to be up early for work.”
Lilliana glowered. “This isn’t drive-through service, chucklenuts. You don’t get to show up, bark an order, and then leave. You made me make this damned apple crisp and you’re going to sit down and enjoy it properly.” Lilliana’s voice was velvet-edged, yet strong and unyielding.
Tucker couldn’t help but grin stupidly.
“Chucklenuts?”
“You heard me. Now get that fine ass over here and sit down.”
“If you think my ass is so fine, then why won’t you let me plant my lips on you? I’ve been denied twice now, Lilly.
Twice.
I want that mouth and I’m not a man who takes no for an answer without a fight.”
Lilliana quieted for a moment as if pondering Tucker’s statement. “Alright, you can have a kiss, but
only
a kiss. Deal?” Lilliana chewed on the corner of her lip nervously.
So be it. If it was to be
only a kiss
, Tucker would make it a kiss she’d never forget. He wasn’t going to miss out on the opportunity to finally feel her mouth on his and he moved quickly before Lilliana changed her mind.
He grabbed her hand and jerked her over to him as he sat in a chair at the table. Tucker pulled
Lilliana into his lap and gripped her face forcefully with one hand and fisted her hair with the other, yanking her head back so he had complete access to the wet depths of her mouth. He lunged toward her but then slowed his movements at the last moment, his lips only centimeters away from hers.
“I will see you on your knees,
Lilliana Norris. I promise you, that,” he breathed into her parted mouth.
Lilliana’s
cheeks flushed and Tucker knew he had hit a sweet spot with her. Yes, she would be on her knees and begging for his touch, and the land would be his. He just had to play his cards right and be patient with her.
He moved his mouth over hers, devouring its softness.
Lilliana’s lips parted and she leaned in to meet Tucker’s kiss. He pushed his tongue gently past her lips, taking his time and enjoying their slow mouth fuck. Gliding his tongue over her teeth and the roof of her mouth, she shivered to his touch. God damn, she tasted good. He pulled back slightly and kissed the corner of her mouth tenderly, only to grip her face more firmly and ravage her mouth completely. His kiss was urgent and exploratory as their tongues twisted and twirled together, the smacking wet sounds filling the kitchen. Lilliana’s hands moved around his shoulders and neck, and she gripped him aggressively and buried her tongue even deeper inside his mouth as she bit and nibbled his bottom lip. Her mouth moved to his cheek and then down to his neck where she sucked viciously.
“Tucker,” she sighed in his ear as she ground her ass down into his rock hard cock.
When her tongue began to make small circles in the shell of his ear, he lost complete control of himself. He stood, picked her up and dropped her onto the table with a loud thud. Pulling her tank top off in one swift motion over her head, he dove into her bare breasts with immediacy. He sucked and plucked at her puckered pink nipples with his teeth and Lilliana fisted his hair, guiding his head up to her mouth.
“A kiss, Tucker.
Only
a kiss,” she mewled.
“I want more,” he groaned into her mouth.
“Please, only a kiss,” she whispered.
Tucker stood and saw the frightened look in her eyes.
Patience, Tucker
, he reminded himself. If he was to win Lilliana over, he must be more patient than he had ever been in his life. Tucker backed away from Lilliana hesitantly, his hard-on pressing uncomfortably tight into his slacks.
“Okay, Lilly.
Only a kiss -
for now.
”
From Becoming Sir
“I’d like if it you stayed the night with me, Snowflake.”
She stared at her hands before answering. “I can’t, but thank you for the offer,” she said softly.
“You’re very quiet. Tell me what you’re fighting with.” Sarah swallowed hard to Sawyer’s statement and slumped into the leather seat. “Please sit up and look at me,” he stated decisively. There was nothing more frustrating than seeing a beautiful woman lose her confidence.
She squared her shoulders and faced him. “I can’t put it into words right at the moment, but I assure you it wasn’t anything you did or did not do. It’s actually been a very pleasurable night for me.”
Sawyer nodded and let it go sensing that Sarah was clearly struggling with her own demons. He had wanted to spend the night exploring her curves, but resigned himself to the fact he may just have to jerk himself off for release.
Arriving at her home, he walked her to the porch. Sarah unlocked her door slowly and turned to face Sawyer. With the moon shining in her glassy eyes and glinting off her hair, Sawyer leaned forward. She opened her mouth to say goodnight and he wrapped the fingers of one hand around the back of her neck and pressed his open lips to hers. She tried to pull away but Sawyer refused her denial. He was a patient man, but he wouldn’t be denied her kiss.
Realizing her feeble attempts were useless, Sarah gave in to the forceful domination of his lips. Dusting his fingers up her smooth thigh, his hand moved under her dress to skim her hip and squeeze her waist. Sawyer continued to kiss her with a hunger that belied his outward calm, lingering and savoring every bit of her that she was allowing him to explore. He moved his mouth to her earlobe, grazing it with his teeth before ending their dreamy moment. The kiss obviously left Sarah weak and confused as she wobbled on her feet and held onto his biceps for stability.
“I wish I had this effect on all women,” Sawyer smiled down at her, proud of his effect on her.
With half-closed eyes, Sarah answered unequivocally, “You do, Sir, and don’t you ever doubt that.”
From Grace Street
Leaning into him, Elsa closed her eyes and tipped her head forward. She wanted to feel his mouth on her and to taste the cigarette and mint again. Pulling back, a visible flicker of apprehension passed over his face.
“I’m not interested in anything other than fucking you. I want to make that perfectly clear.”
She thought she detected a hint of sadness in his eyes as he spoke, but he quickly recovered and focused on her with a hard glare.
Content to just be his fuck for now, she held out hope. Maybe, just maybe… she shook her head. There was no room to think about the future.
“I understand,” her ironic tone concealed the mixed emotions she was feeling. Looking past him and out at the bright day, she countered, “I’m not looking for anything more, either.”
He gripped her chin, forcing her to face him. His deep-green eyes darkened as they locked eyes and an accusing smile flitted across his mouth. “If you intend on deceiving me, you’re going to have to try harder.”
Her mouth
parted, her defense ready to spill out when Mr. Black’s mouth slammed down onto hers. He heaved her into his firm embrace and brutally ravished her mouth, his kiss punishing and angry. His tongue stabbed into her open mouth as his hand glided down her back to her nude ass, sending shivers of desire pulsing through her. Digging his fingers into her fleshy bottom, her moan of pain could barely be heard smothered against his lips. Elsa’s brain went blank and her body went limp in his arms. No one had ever kissed her so passionately before. She couldn’t think or breathe or move. All she could do was accept his forceful tongue in her mouth and his powerful embrace.
Tugging at her hair and undoing her bun, he withdrew from her to breathe against her greedy mouth, “I want your hair down at all times when in my presence,” before recapturing her lips again.
Yet another ridiculous rule. How many would there be? Elsa partitioned off a special folder in her brain titled
Black’s Rules
. She suspected it wouldn’t be long until the allotted space would be overflowing with absurd stipulations. She didn’t give a damn. She would follow his rules to the end of time so long as he kept kissing her the way he was.
