by Sassie Lewis
Fifteen, he mentally counted as he delivered another palm-warming swat. It had been too fucking long since he’d let this side of himself out. Too much happening around the Club, and not enough willing women wanting to play the games Blake did.
A shiver rocked her curvy frame as he slid his hand lower, caressing that sweet spot where ass met thigh. His cock pounded against the zip of his pants, playing counter rhythm at double time to the next two spanks he quickly gifted her. Tiny mewls trickled from her lips.
She was a fucking Dominant’s wet dream.
He never would have picked she’d respond this way. She was too feisty, argumentative, and she absolutely hated being told what to do. But there she lay sprawled across his lap, a fine tremor rocking her otherwise lax frame. Panting shallow, even breaths while her pussy wept a continuous flow of honey. All signs she had reach that point that every Dom wants to send their partner: Subspace.
With one final slap, he rubbed her heated bottom. The crimson glow satisfied him. Her confused, whimpered plea of, “Blake, I . . . I need . . . I . . .” undid him.
He’d taken her to a place Becca wouldn’t understand. Where the desire to be filled, to be brought to release rode her hard. A place he was very familiar with. Her musky scent enveloped him in a cocoon of passion. His cock beat an erratic pulse and his balls were tight orbs against its base.
Damn her for being so responsive.
If she was his sub, he could leave her need unfulfilled while he took his own pleasure out on her mouth. Punishment for pushing him too far. And only when he thought she was truly sorry, when the need became all-consuming, would he give her what her body craved. He knew what she needed; it was the same thing he wanted: to ram his cock into her and fuck her until they were both raw. But she wasn’t his and never could be. And that was a line he was fighting not to cross.
Becca squirmed, her hip pressed firmer into his rock-hard shaft, and her sob mixed with his growl.
“Blyad.”
He wouldn’t taste her. Wouldn’t give in to the beast wanting to devour her, but he could give her relief. “Can you take more, little one?”
A shiver rocked her frame, a fresh stream of honey poured from her core, but no words met his question. “I need an answer, princess. I can’t give you what you want, but I can give you what you need. All you have to do is say yes,” he whispered close to her ear before pulling the lobe into his mouth and biting down on the soft flesh. Her moan was sweet torture.
“Yes . . . Please . . . I need . . . I ache,” she answered as another shiver vibrated through her.
“Good girl.”
Moving her off his lap, he carried her to the large dining table, the height perfect for what he wanted. She didn’t say a word, simply snuggled into his embrace then allowed him to maneuver her into the position he wanted—on top of the table, knees spread wide, her forehead touching the cool surface, and her hands behind her back. Pulling his belt loose, Blake secured them in place.
Running his eyes down the length of her body, he took in every inch of her. Jet-black hair, damp with sweat, clung to her flushed cheeks. Neck and shoulders that called for him to sink his teeth into. Her large breasts visible even from this angle. A tapered waist which flowed down to wide, dig-your-fingers-into-them-while-pounding-her-from-behind hips. She was the supreme hourglass. His eyes landed on the lips of her pussy, lightly covered with trimmed raven hair which was spread wide for his view. The sight made his cock spurt a stream of pre-cum and weakened his knees.
She jumped when he placed his hand against her left ass cheek, and for a second he was lost at how well it fit within his grasp. Blake knew most would see Becca as a large girl, but he thought her dainty. A pixie compared to him.
“Princess, I’m going to spank you until you come. At any point it gets too much I want you to say krasnyy.” She nodded her head against the table. Pinching the flesh beneath his fingers, Blake growled, “I need to hear your words, Becca. Now, what do you need to say for all of this to end?”
“Red.”
He soothed the area he’d pinched, rubbing gently at the site. “This is how it works, princess; you can tell me to stop all you like, but I won’t, not unless you say krasnyy. Do you understand?”
She started to nod, but remembered his need to hear her words. “Y-yes, Bl-Blake.” The words came out a stuttered whisper.
Stepping back, Blake peeled off his shirt, dropping it to the floor. He thought about losing his pants, ridding himself of the stifling material, and giving his cock some much needed reprieve. But that wouldn’t be a good idea. If he lost it, if the need to bury himself within her overtook, the act of removing his pants would give him some time to regain control.
Without warning, he brought his hand down, sharply connecting his callused palm with her soft inner thigh. The imprint of his touch immediately appeared on her golden skin. Becca let out a loud moan and pushed back into his next caress. Blake spread the swats to encompass the flesh from her ample hips to her smooth thighs. The blossoming red encouraged him to strike her again and again. The honey leaking between her thighs, tempting him to bury his face there.
Sweat beaded his chest, not from exertion but from unmet lust. A lust he was determined to deny. That baked apple and vanilla-custard scent which surrounded Becca intensified to the point he could taste it on the air. He had to send her over the abyss while he still had a chance of escaping her exotic beauty. Fisting her hair, Blake dragged her up, her head tucked against his chest, her knees sliding wider apart; he delivered a blow directly over her clit.
The orgasm that rocketed through her drew her entire body taut, bowing her back. The lips of her pussy contracted behind his fingers, a torrent of her honey tempting him to slide them within. To feel her clamp down on them. He’d been knuckles deep inside of her once, and the memory had haunted him since. So tight. So warm. So responsive. So his. No, he couldn’t think of her like that. Club princess, shit-for-brains. Too young. Too fucking tempting.
Easing her down on the table, he released the belt holding her hands in place. All his good intensions fled as the temptress rolled over, a soft moan trembling past her lips.
She should have been relaxed, her need fulfilled, but in a liquid move she pushed herself up. Her tongue came out to run across his chest, while her daft fingers worked the button and zip on his pants loose.
Placing his hands on her shoulders, Blake pushed her back. Those green eyes glazed up at him. He had to tell her to stop, to run away from him, because with the flash of her last orgasm lighting her skin, the scent of her honey thickening the air, Blake couldn’t make himself move away. “Princess.” The word came out on a croak as her palm encircled his shaft, and in that moment, everything but the princess disappeared from his mind.
Becca stared up into those black orbs, her ass smarted from the spanking, her juices slick from core to knees, and she wanted more. She could see the hesitation on Blake’s face; the bastard was going to fight what they had, but the way he said ‘princess’ sounded like a plea and not a rebuttal to her ears. Grasping his hot dick in her palm, she groaned at the weight and size of it. Using the appendage like a leash, she pulled Blake closer, wrapping her legs around his wide waist, and used them as leverage to lift her ass off the table until she could rub her center against the bulbous head. Frustration ate at her, because at this angle rubbing was about all she could do. The man was too freakin’ tall.
“Blake, you gotta help me,” she said on a sob of need.
One hand fisted her hair while the other held her hips still. She might have hated their height difference, but, God, she loved how just one of his hands was big enough to span her entire ass.
“Rebecca,”—the use of her full name got her attention—“we can’t do this.”
He couldn’t be serious. He’d done all the preliminary work, built a need that she sure as hell wasn’t going to deny, plus the orgasm had gotten her nice and wet. “Umm, yeah, I think we can. And we really, really shou
ld.” Becca squeezed his dick harder and wiggled against it to prove her point. His groan matched her moan, but he still wasn’t helping with the getting inside of her part of this show, and he was too strong for her to accomplish it by herself.
“Fuck, princess, we can’t. Your first time shouldn’t be on a goddamned table, and it shouldn’t be with a man like me.”
His words had Becca flinging her hands up in exasperation. If he hadn’t still been holding her hair, she would have fallen back onto the table, because there was no way she was releasing him from between her legs now that they were both bare from the waist down.
Squinting her eyes, she studied his face. Well shit, he’s fucking serious. “Blake, you just spanked me to a damn orgasm, what on earth makes you think I’m a freakin’ virgin?”
Within the space of a heartbeat four things happened. A look that said he was ready to kill crossed his face; her flight response finally kicked in, telling her she’d bitten off more than she could handle; the hand in her hair released causing her to fall back onto the table, her legs still wrapped around him; and he shoved that monster between his legs deep within her.
The sensation was too much, and Becca let out a loud scream.
Chapter Nine
Blake clenched his teeth against coming. Her tight pussy rippled around him as she screamed, the sound more pain than pleasure.
Anger had overruled common sense, and now that she was wrapped around him there was no turning back. He also knew one very important fact—she’d lied.
The princess was never without a chaperon. She could believe all she wanted that she had freedom to run wild. Even here in Reno, Blake had kept tabs on her. So why did he let her bait him?
“Are you happy? Is this truly what you wanted?” He jabbed his hips forward, enjoying the discomfort etching her face. She sucked in a hissed breath as he slowly dragged his cock from her tight sheath.
Becca scrambled for purchase, but with her hips trapped between his hands and only her shoulders touching the table, her efforts were futile.
“Answer me, princess.”
“I . . . thought I did.”
“Did what?”
“I thought this was what I wanted.” Regret rang clear in her quivering voice, and a single tear dripped past her temple to disappear in her hairline.
A better man would stop. Would walk away. Blake wasn’t that man. “Too late for regrets.” He pounded his hips forward with such force the table rocked. Becca screamed. And Blake let go of a year’s worth of pent up need. The orgasm hit him hard and fast, his legendary stamina nowhere in sight. The fact she hadn’t come pleased that dark place inside him. She hadn’t earned her release, and he hadn’t given permission for her to come, therefore it was right that she hadn’t orgasmed. Still, Blake wanted to see her fall apart, to taste her passion.
He slipped from her depths.
Tears now flowed in a steady stream down her reddened cheeks. The sight should bother him, but all he wanted was to be back inside of her.
Kicking off his pants and boots, Blake picked Becca up and carried her into the bedroom. She made little hiccupping sounds as he unceremoniously dropped her onto the bed. Her whimpers turned into a yelp when he buried his face between her legs.
She tasted of him mixed with blood. The more he ran his tongue around her clit, the more he could smell and taste her natural essence. Her hips rose, grinding against his suckling lips. Blake delivered a sharp nip to that sensitive nub. “Be still.”
He looked up her body . . . “Take the dress off. Good girl. Now the bra.” When her hand went to play with her nipples, Blake delivered a sharp slap to her pussy. “Do not touch yourself unless I tell you to.”
A look of defiance entered her eye before she put her hand back down. “When we get home, I’ll tie your hands to the headboard, for now place them under your knees and keep them there.” Triumph filled him when she obeyed. With one last stern look into those green orbs, Blake went back to his meal, her musky honey flavor becoming his new favorite dessert.
What’s with the submissive act? Better still, why did his commanding attitude get her off? Who cared when she was going to die anyway? The man was going to kill her.
Her pussy ached with unmet need and overuse. She’d known sex would be painful, just not that painful. It had felt like he’d split her in two. She’d been relieved when he’d come. Experience wasn’t needed to know that when a man climaxed, the fun and games were over. However, that didn’t seem to be the case with Blake, not with him now face-first between her spread thighs.
At the same time two thick fingers entered her raw canal while teeth clamped around her clit and pulled. The pain combined with pleasure sent her hurtling into the abyss. The orgasm went on and on, her body tumbling to the side as her womb contracted in a rhythmic spasm.
A warm body curled behind her, her leg lifted and searing pain pulled her from the aftershocks as Blake rammed that monster back inside of her.
“Take it,” he grunted.
Fighting was futile; his large hands pinned her in place, her whimpers and pleas of ‘stop’ ignored. She was right; he was going to kill her.
The tidal wave of pain slowly subsided.
“Shh, relax. I’m in,” Blake said, running a hand up and down her stomach.
“Take it out, please.”
“No. You played with fire earlier, and now you need to pay the price.” A large finger dipped between the spread folds of her pussy, drawing lazy circles around the still sensitive nub. That miss-wiring in her brain obviously went further to include her body; pain turned to pleasure, and warmth gathered at her center. “You stole my control before, now I need to feel you come around my cock.”
He didn’t move his hips, but his fingers picked up speed, and she could feel his penis thickening, lengthening. The maddening pace of his fingers, combined with words of encouragement, helped her fall over the cliff. Her core contracted sharply around his stiff cock, that reminded Becca how raw her insides were.
Blackness crept over her vision. His rumbled, “Beautiful” the last thing she heard before exhaustion took hold.
Chapter Ten
He’d had the best sleep he’d had in months, and it was all because of the warm, naked woman in his arms. His cock twitched within her, a place it had been buried all night, and Blake couldn’t think of a better way to wake up. Except . . . “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Shouldn’t you be in a better mood?” Zane’s Texas drawl whispered from across the room. “Although, it’s good to see that even buried inside a woman you still know when you’re being watched.”
Blake grabbed for the blanket and covered Becca’s luscious body. “I’m not in the mood Zane, now tell me what the fuck you’re doin’ here? I told you to handle the shit with Grange.” The body nestled aginst him squirmed, Blake pulled her closer. His hips involuntarily jacking forward at the same time. The soft moan she released had him wanting to murder their intruder.
“Are you going to let me play?” Zane asked.
They’d played together before, Zane’s dominant streak wasn’t as strong as Blake’s, but he made up for that with inventiveness. Still, there was no fucking way Blake would ever share Becca. “No,” he snapped.
The woman went and wiggled again, this time pulling a growling moan from Blake.
“If you’re not going to share, then stop with the teasing.”
“Either tell me why you’re here, or get the fuck out, Zane. I’ve got better things to do.” Like making the squirming woman come again before relieving the pressure building in his balls.
The sound of shoes sliding over carpet told him that Zane was on the move. Unfortunately, it wasn’t out of the room. The annoying Texan appeared on the other side of the bed, facing him. The look on his face didn’t match the playful tone from before.
“Quin sent me.”
Zane’s words were drowned out by Becca’s high-pitched. “What the fuck?” Placing his leg over her hip
, he held her in place. The move caused his cock to slid further inside her which caused her pussy to release a warm wash of feminine fluid.
“Zane, get the fuck out. Blake, let me go,” Becca said in that squealing voice.
“Hush,” they said in unison.
“Zane has something he needs to tell me,” Blake said with a flex of his hips. While he would never share the princess, he had no problems fucking her in front of his best friend. And if the little contractions her pussy was giving off were any indication, she had no issue with it either. His little princess was not only a natural submissive, but a bit of an exhibitionist as well.
“So you won’t share but you’ll let me watch?” Zane raised a questioning eyebrow.
“Sure.” Becca squeaked as Blake threw back the covers, revealing her body to Zane. She tried to grab for them, but Blake fisted her hair, pulling her head back against his chest at the same time he delivered a sharp slap to the spread lips of her pussy. The sweet moan she released affected both men: Blake’s cock twitched inside of her while Zane adjusted his clearly visible erection.
“I see she likes the same games as you do, Blake.”
“I’m discovering the princess doesn’t mind being told what to do under the right circumstances.” He would have kept playing, but, and although, Zane’s body was responding to the scene, his face gave away that something was bothering him. “What happened?”
“There was another body dumped in our territory.”
Slipping from the warm haven, Blake pulled the sheet back up to cover Becca and got out of bed.
“Meet me in the lounge—”
“If you think you can talk about this without me,” Becca cut him off, “Think again.” She wrapped the sheet around her and sat up. “Whatever is going on, you all think involves me, so I have a fucking right to know.”
“Princess, this is club business.”
One minute he was standing there towering over her, the next he had a hundred plus pounds of naked female wrapped around him. He blamed the naked and wrapped around him, part for not also realizing that a very, very sharp blade pressed against the side of his throat.
