Winner Takes All (A Full Length Erotic Romance Novel) (19 page)

He rubbed the delicate line between her cheeks, swirled the oil at
her rear opening. Then, it wasn’t his fingers anymore. It was something harder,
sliding slowly into her with the aid of the oil. Its push was gradual, the
stretch incremental, pushing her wider and wider until she gasped from the
pressure of it. Grit her teeth against the squeezing pain.

A hand touched her back, gently stroking her as the butt plug
pushed into her even more. Her fingers widened against the wall, she breathed
out of her mouth, her forehead prickling with sweat as the pain grew and grew.

“Sasha?” His voice was low with concern. The butt plug stopped
moving.

“I’m okay,” she whispered. “Keep going.”

Damien kissed her shoulder. Expecting him to push the plug in
deeper, she gasped when she felt his fingers on her clit instead. The arousal
that had receded came back with each circle of his fingers, each flick against
her clitoris. Her breath threaded from her throat as he lifted her higher with
the stroke of his fingers, bringing pleasure enough that she almost forgot
about the butt plug. The pain subsided and she pushed her legs wider, allowing
him even more access to her pussy. Her forehead pressed even more against the
wall as the sweetness slid through her body, sensual delight, her pussy wet and
tingling. A delicious feeling twining all through her body. She pressed her
fingernails into the wall.

Then he pushed the plug all the way in.

She gasped at the sudden pain, but his fingers took the pain away
as quickly as it came, pressing into her clit again and again until her orgasm
hovered temptingly close, its waves lapping at her shore. Then he took his
fingers away.

“Damien, please!”

The stinging slap on her ass took her breath away. The butt plug
jolted inside her. She bit her lips shut. A cold sweat rippled over her skin.

Bringing pain and the beginnings of pleasure. Damien touched her
again, more gently this time, his hand caressing the curve of her ass before
dipping lower. A soft click sounded then the butt plug began to vibrate. Sasha
trembled, her teeth smashed tightly together as she fought back a scream of
pleasure-pain. The vibration was low but she felt it all through her body, her
ass, her hips, and her belly. Damien pinched her ass, reached lower to touch
her pussy, to stroke her clit.

Oh, God!

“Do you like this?”

She could only jerk her head in agreement, the pleasure nearly
tearing her in two.

“Tell me.”

“I—I—like this,” she stammered, barely able to form the words.
Sasha swallowed hard as the vibrations and his fingers on her clit worked in
tandem. A steady pulsing and pulling and pressing that she felt all through her
entire body.

Then Damien spun her around. Pressed her back to the wall. Tilted
her pelvis out.

“Hands at your sides and flat to the wall.” Her palms slapped the
wall as she rushed to do what he commanded.

He dropped to his knees in front of her, covered her clit with his
mouth. Licked. Sucked. Hummed against her flesh while the butt plug sent
vibrations of intense pleasure through her body. Her entire self trembled from
the intensity of the sensations. Her skin. Her heart. Her soul.

Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!

She bucked uncontrollably between his mouth and the wall. Her face
flushed. Her pulse was like a runaway train. Damien’s hands parted her wet
folds, his fingers sliding deeply into her dripping pussy. Fucking her with his
fingers as he sucked her clit and the plug filled her ass. Sasha had never felt
such a combination of sensations before. The pleasure was hot and fierce in
her, jerking higher and higher with each vibration until she wanted to scream.
To beg.

She opened mouth to tell him to stop. That the sensations were too
intense. But he abruptly stood up, spun her around to face the wall once more.
Sasha panted. Sweat dripped down her face, down her back.

Damien’s hands claimed her hips, lifted her ass higher. His cock
nudged the dripping slit of her pussy, tracing the wetness, dipping between the
plump folds, plunging deep. Filling her. Sasha trembled at the sensation of
both her orifices being so thoroughly filled.

Damien fucked her, his hands braced on either side of hers on the
wall, his cock sliding smoothly into her pussy, stroking her deeply while the
low grade vibrations from the toy rippled through her. His thighs slapped
against hers. The smell of their sex wound hot and potent through the room.
Then Damien reached between them and the vibrations grew more intense. Too
intense. The orgasm crashed through her, snapping her teeth shut. She shook.
Swallowing her screams.

“Oh G-!” Sasha bit off the shout, unable to control the tremors of
her body as she jerked and flailed against the wall with Damien’s cock moving
swiftly inside her, yanking free another orgasm. Then another. And another. Her
body an overload of sensation. Pleasure and pain cycling through her.

“Ah!”

No more
, she wanted to cry it.
Please!
The words hovered on the
back of her tongue. But she clenched her teeth shut as another orgasm smashed
into her and dragged her low on the wall. She panted, her knees buckling, her
up-stretched arms trembling from the strain. Tears dripped down her face.
Juices dripped down her thighs.

Please…!

Then just when she thought she truly,
truly
couldn’t take
it anymore, Damien pulled his still hard cock from her, turned off the
vibration in the plug. Another orgasm lanced through her, a powerful clutching
in her pussy, so hard that her stomach cramped and she sagged even more against
the wall. Without him holding her up she would have collapsed completely. He
lifted her, put her in the bed on her stomach, a pillow under her ass. In the
sheets, she shuddered still, her skin twitching from the effects of the
vibrating toy, his mouth, his hands, his cock. While she lay there, he gently
took out the butt plug. She gasped at the sudden feeling of emptiness. The slight
pain.

Another gasp tore itself out of her throat as she began to tremble
uncontrollably. She dug her fingers into the sheets, tears pouring from her,
wetting her cheeks, soaking the sheets under face.

She felt torn apart. Burst into pieces then roughly put back
together. Her breath rushed from her parted lips.

“Shh....darling...hush.....”

He caressed her bare back, soothing her. But even that soothing
was too sensitive for her skin. The very air against her flesh felt too rough.
She squirmed away, gasping. Damien whispered calming words again in her ear
then slowly undid the pins in her hair until the loose strands fell over her
face. He put the pins on the bedside table before coming back to her.

He was a heavy and undeniable presence behind her, his cock still
hard against her leg. But he didn’t try to do anything about it, only touched
her skin, whispered soothing nonsense in her ear until her body slowly, slowly
calmed.

A long while later, she blinked away the last of her tears,
breathed quietly through her mouth. A fugitive ripple of pleasure moved through
her.

“You’re incredible.”

He moved up in the bed until they were face to face. He drew her
up against him, gently cradling her. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let it go
this far.” He kissed her forehead. “Why didn’t you tell me the safe word? That
would have stopped everything.”

She shifted in his arms, winced at the faint pain in her butt.
“Because I wasn’t ready to stop.”

He stared into her eyes. “How did I get so lucky?”

“You were born under the perfect star.” Sasha slipped her arms
around his neck as he pulled her even closer. His mouth touched hers,
tentatively at first, then more firmly.

Their kisses were soft and then hard, mouths sliding together,
bodies moving gently together as their breaths gradually sped up, the desire
rising inside Sasha again, a more gentle desire, a softer feeling than the one
that had consumed her before and turned her into a panting slave thoroughly
under Damien’s control.

She actually wanted to share this delicate feeling with Damien, to
ease his body into hers and show him the kind of pleasure he had guided her
toward so many times. And so, that was exactly what she did. Parting her legs
for him as she lay on her side, guiding his thick cock inside her, sighing from
the exquisite pleasure of it. He moaned into her mouth as his cock moved inside
her. Slickly sliding between her plump folds to plumb the drenched depths of
her pussy. Pleasing her. Pleasing himself.

“You’re incredible!” He gasped the words into her throat. Clutched
her to him as if he thought she would disappear like smoke. “You’re so fucking
incredible!”

Sasha hoped that he would like the pie. She held the still-warm
cherry pie, carefully lying in its white baker’s box, in her arms like a baby
as she walked across the path that separated the Taylor Stables from the
mansion.

It had been a long but rewarding morning. With Linc, she’d finally
broken the newest filly of her habit of biting. A big achievement since Sasha
had done it primarily on her own. Now, it was lunchtime, and she was ready to
share one of her favorite times of the day with her favorite guy. Her footsteps
quickened at the thought of seeing Damien.

Since the weekend she’d spent at his house where they had made
love, talked, gone riding together, even made tentative references toward the
future, their relationship seemed to mean so much more. It was fine enough to
love a man, but if he didn’t think any more of you than the next girl on a
string then all the love in the world wouldn’t matter. But she mattered to
Damien. Sasha knew that now.

As she walked up the path toward the house, a familiar white car
caught her eye. Her footsteps faltered. No. That couldn’t be who she thought it
was. Then she remembered James’s threat. But he wouldn’t approach Damien for
money. He wouldn’t
dare
.

But as she stared at the white Lexus, the driver’s side window rolled
down. Her brother’s smirk just about slapped her in the face as the car passed
by. He waved at her and the car completed its turn around the circular driveway
then disappeared down the hill.

No!

She ran the rest of the way to Damien’s study. Panic flying up in
her throat. Sasha clutched the boxed pie as she begged pardon of the
middle-aged butler before she dashed through the house. At Damien’s door, she
knocked, her heart thumping madly.

“Come!”

His firm reply through the door made her falter for a moment. Then
she stiffened her spine, clutched the pie even closer to her chest and walked
through the door.

Damien was standing by the window, staring out into the sunlit
day. Not a good sign. As Sasha walked in, a savage look flashed across his
face. She winced, closed the door behind her. James had already told him. She
could see the knowledge of her life before now in Damien’s eyes. He had seen
her brother, heard his version of events. James had made demands of Damien.
Threatened him.

Sasha put the pie on the sideboard that also held decanters of
various liquors. Suddenly, she wanted a drink very badly, even though it was
the last thing she actually needed. What she needed was a clear head so she
could properly explain everything to Damien. It would kill her if he thought
she had sent James to extort money from him. If he thought  she had only
slept with him for what he could give her.

Sasha wanted to rush to Damien, fall on her knees and make him
understand. But instead, she clasped her hands behind her back and stayed on
the opposite side of room from him, watching him. Waiting.

“What a coincidence that you’re here now,” he finally said. His
voice was carefully neutral. “Your brother just came to see me.”

The bottom dropped out of her stomach as she heard her intuition
and worst fears confirmed. She swallowed heavily. Gripped her fingers even more
tightly together behind her back.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you.” She pressed her lips
together. “I was going to tell you.”

“Which part were you going to tell me? That this low life is your
brother or that he is extorting money out of you?”

Humiliation flared in her cheeks. For a moment, she was struck
dumb. Waves of alternating cold and heat took her body.

“I’m sorry,” she said again. “I can pack my things and go today.”

Damien made an impatient noise, strode quickly across the den to
grasp her shoulders. “You’re not going anywhere, Sasha!” He pulled her to him
in a rough embrace. “All this time you’ve been dealing with this pathetic
excuse for a brother all by yourself, you should have come to me.”

She sagged in shock at his defense of her, his soothing caress on
her back. “I thought you wouldn’t want to see me again after you knew the
truth. I thought – I thought James would only make trouble for you.”

“There’s nothing that can make me banish you from my life, Sasha.
Nothing.” His hand tightened on her back. “As for your brother, he made some
stupid threats, but he doesn’t scare me.” Damien drew back to look into her
eyes. “He’s nothing but a low life. I know exactly how to get rid of him and
keep your name and anything that he might say out of the papers.”