“You are more beautiful and special than you will ever know, Sheridan.”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He bent to nuzzle her neck. A rash of goose bumps erupted when he nipped at her with his fangs. “Take me to your bedroom,” he said with soft, firm command.
She laced their fingers, turned, and led him down the hallway to her spacious master bedroom.
Like every other room in her house, this one was cluttered to the rafters with knick-knacks, furniture, clothes, purses, and shoes. Most of the items were thrift store finds, but she was proud of the few real antiques she had. Like her bed.
She released his hand and walked to the large, four-poster bed. She grabbed on to a wooden post and grinned at him, battling a sudden bout of shyness. “Guess this was meant to be, huh? I never cared for four-poster beds until I saw this one and had to have it. That was about two years ago when I moved to Boston.”
McCallister didn’t so much as glance around the room. His steady emerald gaze remained focused on her. “It’s nice,” he said.
“Yeah.” She hung on to the bed, wondering what the hell to do next. She didn’t want to be in charge, wanted him to be the one making the decisions while she got to enjoy the hell out of herself.
She’d never realized just how freeing voluntarily giving up control could be.
She tipped her head and winked at him. “Coming to bed, McCallister?”
Between one blink and the next, he stood in front of her, disrobing with haste.
Sheridan watched avidly as he stripped his shirt off, revealing once more the ripped, toned muscles of his chest and abdomen. Her fingers curled with the itch to caress him. When his hands dropped to his waistband, her gaze eagerly followed. He flicked open the button, then slowly slid the zipper down.
And stopped.
She continued to stare, breath held, waiting for him to reveal himself again.
Except he didn’t.
She looked up at him, finding him smiling widely with a devilish twinkle in his eye. Quite a change from a few moments ago. Her heart swelled with happiness.
“Waiting for something, little one?” he asked with velvet smoothness.
Her lips twitched and she shifted. “Duh. I’m waiting for you to take your pants off.”
He half laughed, half sighed and pulled his hands free. “I’m beginning to despair you’ll never learn just what a submissive is, Sheridan.”
She shrugged. “Be positive, McCallister. Don’t view training me as a challenge.” She reached out and tugged open his fly before shoving the pants downward. “Think of all the opportunities you’re going to have to correct me with fun things like spankings, floggings, and whatever else your devious mind will conjure.”
She dropped to her knees as his pants pooled. Gently, reverently, she pulled them off when he lifted first one foot, then the other.
He chuckled. “You’re not supposed to find spankings all that fun if they’re for punishment or correction.”
It took her only a second to realize she’d slid down into submissive position automatically and wondered if he’d noticed. When she tipped her head back and met his hooded eyes, she knew he had.
And he approved.
Her pussy tingled at the silent praise.
Sliding her palms up his legs, she squeezed his taut thigh muscles before circling his hard, thick cock.
McCallister’s hand landed on her head and urged her forward.
She didn’t need to be told twice. Her mouth ached for the taste of his cock. Fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft, she opened her lips and took him inside.
“Christ, Sheridan, I love your mouth.”
“Mff,” she replied. She jerked the base with light pressure as she laved her tongue up and down the length of his cock.
His fingers tightened on her head.
Sheridan closed her eyes and gave all she had to sucking his beautiful cock. He was hot and rigid and heavy against her tongue. Each downward stroke filled her nostrils with his masculine sandalwood scent, further spiking her arousal.
His cock jerked and bobbed as she moved up and down, seeking to draw out his pleasure. Pursing her lips, she popped his head between in and out with tight compression.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me come if you keep that up.”
She grinned around his dick.
“Is that what you want, minx?” he asked. “Do you want me to spray your mouth and throat with my cum?”
“Mm-hmmm,” she moaned around him. Then she pulled away and rocked back on her heels. “That would be lovely but I think I want you inside me, more. I want to feel your hands on my hips as you drive this lovely hard dick deep into my pussy.”
His cock jerked with her words and she knew he liked them.
But he shook his head and helped her to her feet. “Sorry, minx. That won’t be happening today.”
“Um, it won’t? I’m confused.”
His smile was wickedly sweet. “Get on the bed, Sheridan, and I’ll show you exactly what I mean.”
She crawled onto her queen bed, settling her hands and knees on the burgundy comforter.
McCallister’s big hand smacked her butt and she jerked forward, staring back at him.
“On your back.”
She blinked a couple of times, frowned, then slowly turned and plopped her butt inelegantly down. McCallister stood at the end of the bed. He grabbed her ankles and gave a light jerk, pulling her flat, head on the pillows and body prone. He spread her legs, nearly to the point of discomfort.
“Don’t move,” he ordered. The bed dipped as he joined her, settling himself between her wide-spread thighs.
She lifted her head and stared at him. “What are you going to do?”
He slapped her sensitive inner thigh. “Didn’t I tell you not to move? Proper submissives do as they’re told.”
She bit her lip and dropped her head back to the pillow. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You’ll pay for it later,” he told her, voice sensually hard.
She grinned. “I’ll hold you to that.”
McCallister’s chuckle reverberated against her pussy and she gasped, hips jerking. She lifted her head enough to see what he was doing. What the hell, I’m already in trouble.
She grabbed a second pillow, shoved it beneath her head and watched in wide-eyed fascination as his handsome, stubbled face descended to her pussy.
An involuntary clench made her lower lips gape.
“I’m aching to taste you,” he said. “Since the second I smelled you, I wanted to delve into your sweetness.”
Before she could even respond, his hot, wet tongue laid flat to her pussy. He licked upward, spreading her lips and ending at her clit.
Sheridan squeezed her eyes shut. “Again,” she whispered.
She felt his smile at her sensitive skin. His wide shoulders rubbed against her legs, pushing them even further apart. His big fingers peeled open her pussy lips, exposing her to the warm heat of his breath.
Sheridan shuddered again. Her hands slid to his head, caressing the soft, silkiness of his hair. She bumped her hips upward, hoping he’d continue this hot torment.
McCallister didn’t disappoint. He speared one finger into her hole, easily sliding in because she was so wet. His tongue lapped and tapped up and down her channel, lingering at her clit for a few maddening beats before descending again. He drove his finger in and out, pausing every few strokes to withdraw and suckle at the juices which ran down from her pussy to the crack of her ass.
Each pass of his tongue made her more excited, ratcheted her excitement upward. She swallowed hard and tugged at his head.
He looked up at her but didn’t pause his talented mouth. One black brow lifted in silent, amused question.
“If you don’t stop, I might come,” she told him.
His smile grew wider as his amusement increased. Still holding her eyes, he clamped his lips around her clit and suckled hard.
The sensual explosion hit her bod
y with the force of a two-ton bomb. Heat poured through her as each part of her body clenched, released and clenched again trying to hold on to the euphoria cascading through her. The world turned fuzzy pink and green. She heard McCallister’s voice in her head, coaching her, encouraging her, even as his finger and mouth continued their onslaught.
Her clit became ultra-sensitized and she moaned, bucking against his warm mouth then pulling backward, trying to ease the rapidly expanding sensation.
“Come again, Sheridan,” he ordered.
And she did.
Her body bowed upward, she dug her fingers deep into the luxurious silk of his hair and squeezed her eyes shut as the pleasure rolled over and over and over.
When he finally lifted his mouth, she collapsed to the bed and trembled, breath coming in short, hard gasps.
“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod,” she muttered. She raised a shaky arm and laid it over her eyes, blocking out the still swirling green lights.
The bed swayed as he moved up beside her. His hot body molded to hers and just like that, her desire returned full force.
“More,” she rasped.
He tugged her arm away and turned her face to his. He kissed her lightly and Sheridan recoiled at the taste of her own juices but he wouldn’t let her escape.
“No,” he said. “Taste yourself. Sweet, like honey with a bite that promises pleasure time and again.”
Tentatively she pursed her lips then gasped as the slickness of her juice hit her tongue. Another tremor rolled through her.
“It is sweet,” she murmured.
“You sound surprised.”
“It’s not like I’ve ever tasted myself before.”
He stroked her cheek. “A pity, as you can tell. You are exquisite.”
Sheridan rolled to her side, propping her head on one hand and touching his lightly matted chest with the other. “That was a nice trick at the end.”
He lifted a brow. “Which was?”
“You know, telling me to come and I did. I’m thinking you totally fed me a load of bullshit with that whole ‘we can’t compel anyone’ line.”
His lips twitched and she knew she’d caught him red-handed. Or red-tongued, as the case might be.
“Well, maybe I fibbed a little bit. It just depends on the person.” His face grew serious. “But I wasn’t kidding with you, Sheridan. You’re strength of will is as great as any I’ve come across. Getting you to do something you don’t want to do is impossible, whether someone has vampire powers or not.”
“Are you saying I’m stubborn?” she asked with a mock gasp.
“Holy hell, yes.” McCallister inched closer and his hard cock grazed the inside of her thigh, leaving a heated trail of need in its wake.
She reached down and gripped him, lightly jerking his thick shaft.
He hissed and his jaw clenched but he shook his head and rolled to his back.
Her hand fell away only to be replaced by his. McCallister tucked his other arm behind his head and watched her through half-lowered lids as he pleasured himself.
She sat up slowly, her own hand dipping between her legs as she watched. She’d never seen a man so unabashedly enjoying his own touch so much and it turned her on unbelievably.
His cock swelled and grew and lengthened with each sensuous slide. She could feel his gaze on her, but she couldn’t tear hers away from his dick. Her mouth watered and her body constricted.
She wanted him so much.
“McCallister,” she said, reaching out for him.
He let go of his cock and caught her hand. She met his clear green gaze, struck by the depth of passion and need in his eyes. He tugged her closer. “Straddle me, Sheridan.”
Her heart leapt at the raw request. “Are you sure?”
His expression never shuttered. He stared at her with equal parts arrogant assurance and intense need. “Get on my cock. Now.”
She grinned and crawled over him, laughing as she threw her right leg up and over his hips, careful not to graze his straining dick. Slowly she settled her wet pussy against his hard cock, sliding back and forth along the shaft, tormenting them both.
He groaned and gripped her hips. “Teasing a wild man is dangerous.”
She settled her knees and leaned down, pressing her palms on his chest and grinding hard with her pussy. “I know. I like danger, haven’t I told you that?”
He hissed and his fangs dropped. His face took on a dark, sexually-charged expression that chased every particle of lust she owned straight to her clit. She shuddered and nearly came just from that look, from the glint of his fangs, from the idea of being bitten by him again.
Sheridan lifted her pelvis, reached down and grasped his hot dick, then fitted him to the wet entrance of her pussy.
She kept her eyes locked with his as she sank lower, stopping only when he was fully embedded and stretching her open. Leaning forward, she licked the hollow of his neck, flicking lightly at the rapid beat of his pulse. His hands dug into her hips and yanked up.
She obliged his demand and started a slow, long rhythm that threatened to drive her insane in short order.
“Damn, McCallister.”
He grunted, lifting his hips as she moved upward. “What?’
“You’re big,” she said. “I can feel every inch of your skin rippling inside of me.”
His smile was smug. “Tit for tat, minx. Your sweet little pussy is clamping me so tight, it’s like I’m caught in a vise.”
“Good,” she whispered and concentrated on the feel of him pushing into her, spreading her open, filling every bit of her. His flesh was molten and as hard as steel but very much alive. His eyes glittered with desire as he moved inside of her, and she couldn’t tear her gaze from his. She wanted to watch him explode with the pleasure they were giving to each other.
She wanted him to enjoy the love-making for the beauty it contained.
His hands roved over her body as she rode him, long fingers molding her breasts, circling her nipples and tugging with alternating bouts of tantalizing gentleness and abrupt brute strength. Sheridan realized that even though she was on top, that she was in charge of the pace, McCallister was the one truly driving her. His hands commanded the speed and played over her body at will. He pinched her breasts, caressed her tummy and back, slid wetly between her legs and dallied at the tight hole of her sphincter, even when she protested.
Especially when she protested.
“Remember, my sweet slut, every part of you is mine to do with as I please.” McCallister clenched his teeth and surged deep inside her pussy as his finger delved ever so slightly into her rosebud, effectively freezing her. “One day I will have your ass and you will beg me to fuck you there.”
She didn’t doubt it and his absolute certainty upped her lust by yet another level. She would fight him but he would persevere and they’d both come out on top. She curled her fingers into his chest, scoring his taut muscles, the need to mark him suddenly strong.
He groaned and pulled her down. “Kiss me,” he demanded.
She adjusted her hips, gasping at the deeper plunge of his cock before pressing her mouth to his. The kiss started sweet and gentle but as her hips rose and fell, the rise of lust increased and she battered his lips with her tongue, demanding entrance.
He complied but his hand snaked into her hair, preventing her from moving forward. He suckled her tongue, flicked it with his own then rimmed her lips before pulling her head backward.
His cock pulsed and throbbed inside of her and Sheridan jerked her hips up and down faster. From the corner of her eye, she saw a soft green glow rise from the floor then lower from the ceiling, mingling with a wild cacophony of pink and white light. Motes of colors danced and bounded through the room.
Her pussy ached and heat burned upward from her clit, snaking through her belly and spreading to her tits before surging upward and exploding in her head.
“Sheridan,” McCallister said. “Keep riding me, Sheridan. Do you understand?”
His hand fell away from her hair and she snapped upright, landing against his bent knees. Using them as a brace, she increased the rapid tempo of her wild thrusts. “Yes, Sir,” she said between gasps. “I understand.”
The room was enveloped by a mix of floral scents that nearly overwhelmed her. Roses, lavender, hydrangea all burst through her senses mingling with sandalwood, leather, and oak.
McCallister bucked up, grabbed her around the hips and rolled to his right, tucking her beneath him as they moved. His cock never left her pussy, nor did he stop his bruising, feverish thrusts.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him tight. His mouth found hers, her name a gasp of pleasure on his lips as he drove into her again and again.
A turbulent crescendo of light, scents and the wet slap of flesh on flesh built as he continued fucking her.
“God yes, McCallister,” she muttered. “Please, please, please.”
His hips moved with lightning speed, pushing into her pussy with urgent demand. She felt his dick swell and pulse. Her clit responded in kind.
“Hurry, McCallister,” she pleaded. “Please, I want to feel you come inside of me.”
He stared down at her, his green eyes bright as a mid-day sun, a feverish need pulsating in their depths.
She dropped her gaze to his mouth and suddenly she knew. Tipping her head back, she offered him her neck. “McCallister, I want to feel your fangs in me as you come. I want to give you life as you give me pleasure.”
He stiffened and his expression grew savage. She should have been afraid.
Instead, she clenched him tighter with her pussy and tipped her head even further.
“Claim me, McCallister. Bite me.”
He growled, then fastened his mouth to her neck. She thrust her hips at his just as his fangs pierced her skin. He stiffened and slammed into her body. The entire world exploded around them, raining down warm bits of light and scents. Sheridan felt her blood filling him even as his seed filled her, triggering her own orgasm.
She groaned, cupping his shoulders, his neck, his head as he took what he wanted and gave what she needed. She trembled and shook and held on to him as her only security. Her world narrowed down to Logan McCallister and it made her heart surge with joy.
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