She jolts and cries out, her head lifting, her eyes searching.
“More.” Her body arches in the direction that the blow came from. “Give me more.”
“Of course I will, you sweet girl.” I flick the crop again, landing the light blow on her other buttock. Again, she arches and moans, every sound serving to drive my arousal higher.
I circle her slowly, targeting her legs, her arms, her ass in no particular pattern, so that she never knows where the blow is coming from. She pulls against her restraints with every flick of the crop, twisting and moaning and begging for more.
I want to continue with this all night, and at the same time I don’t know if I can hold out much longer. My cock is a rod of steel, and the control I always have has abandoned me entirely.
“Ready to answer me yet?” I steal to the end of the bench, just out of sight as she cranes her neck to look at me.
She doesn’t speak, so I deliver one final, firm swat of the crop, right over her pussy.
“Theo!” Her body shakes, and I know she’s reaching for that peak. I don’t want her to go over yet, so I place a hand on her inner thigh, drawing the sensation away from her hot, wet entrance.
“Master,” I remind her as I stroke fingers over her skin.
“Master,” she agrees, her breath catching. I lean over, catch her chin in my fingers, twist her face so that I can see her.
“Answer me. How was that?” Her eyes are hazed with need, and it takes a minute, but finally Noelle—the brave, beautiful woman—focuses on me. And all I see there is honesty.
“I loved it. I don’t understand it, but I loved it.” She swallows thickly. “And I want more.”
“Noelle.” I’m undone. Completely undone. And the slight vibrations beneath my feet tell me even more.
This is it, Eden is telling me. Be open. Be free.
Dropping to my knees, I unbuckle her arms, see the confusion in her eyes.
“Theo...”
“Master,” I remind her, rubbing her wrists.
“Master.” She bites this out tartly. “What are you doing?”
Later, later we’ll go into more detail. But right now, I need something far more than her bound and at my mercy.
“I can’t fuck you yet. Not until I’ve kissed you.” Gently, I cup her face in my hands, and press her lips to mine. My heart hammers the second her lips touch my own, and the ground beneath us starts to shake, and I know that this is it. This woman is home.
Her little mewl of pleasure sends us both sinking deeper into the kiss, and we attack one another, my hands fisting in those gorgeous golden curls. I could do this all day, just taste the sweet and sour flavor of her mouth, but the ground shakes again, jolting me back.
“Did you feel that?” She gasps, hands clawing for me as I pull back, rock to my feet. Her eyes are wild.
“I did.” I can’t wait. My connection with the island, knowing that the moment I’ve been waiting for for so long is here... I can’t wait any longer. My fingers make short work of my pants, then rip open a condom and slide it on the throbbing length of my erection . “Later we’ll go slow. We’ll explore. I promise. But I’ve waited a long time for you.”
I expect her to protest. Instead she shudders and buries her face in her arms. “God, yes. Fuck me, Theo. Fuck me, hard. Master.”
Oh, God.
“Hold on.” Pressing against her from behind, I bend forward, take her breasts in my hands experimentally. She pushes them into my hands, the greedy woman, and I measure the heavy weight.
They are perfect. Just like her.
Parting her lower lips with one hand, I slide two fingers inside of her with the other. She cries out and gasps as I scissor the fingers, testing the tightness of her slick heat.
“You did like that.” I grin as I stroke her inner walls and she curses. “You liked that a lot.”
“Isn’t that what I just said?” She squirms, her hands clasping at the legs of the horse, her back arching as she tries to push back against me. “Now do something about me.”
“Trying to gain control again already?” Normally it infuriates me when a submissive tries to top from the bottom, but with this woman? It’s rather delightful. “I guess I’ll have to show you who the boss really is.”
“Bastard.” She only has time to gasp this one name before slide my fingers together, changing the angle so that I can rub against her inner wall. I find the spot I’m looking for quickly, and slide the tips of my fingers over the tight bundle of nerves.
“Oh my God.” Her body tenses, her channel clamping down around my fingers. “What are you... oh my God. No. Theo. Too much... I can’t...”
“You can.” I increase the pace, moving from slow circles to insistent rubs. She draws in a ragged breath, a long moan. “You can because I say you must. I’m in control of your release right now, Noelle. You have no say in the matter. You will come because it’s what I want.”
“I... I... oh!” I watch, entranced, as her entire body tightens, her skin glistening in the low light with a sheen of sweat. She clenches and cries out, a keening noise that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.
Noelle Davis coming on my fingers is the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. And suddenly I can wait no more.
“Hold on,” I warn before positioning myself at her entrance. She’s still trembling, aftershocks wracking her flesh, and she’s so wet, and pushing back against me, and then she’s clamping down around me, her wet heat milking my cock.
“Noelle.” I pull back, then hilt myself once again. And again. I’m on the edge in seconds, the spanking bench skidding forward beneath the force of my thrusts. Her cries spur me on, and I have just enough presence of mind left to reach between her legs, to pinch and rub the tight bundle of nerves there.
“Master!” She screams, her own movements bordering on violent as I slam home the last few strokes. She clenches around me in another release as I spill liquid heat inside of her, our cries mingling in the thick air.
After, I unbuckled her legs, gather her in my arms. I want to carry her upstairs to my bed, but my legs won’t hold me steady just yet. So I pull her to the plush carpeting of the floor, rolling so that she’s sprawled on top of me.
One day. One day was all it took to change my destiny. This woman can have her story, but I’m never letting her go.
Sighing contentedly, she runs her fingers over my face. I wonder why it feels so good, and then freeze.
“You...” She tracing my scars. Which means that she can see them. Muscles tightening, I sit straight up, arms still around her.
“You can see my scars?” I can’t help but wince. Despite what we’ve just shared... I feel more naked than I ever have before. “But you... you never... they never bothered you?”
She looks at my with confusion, then reaches out to run her fingers over the deepest furrow.
“You thought I couldn’t?” She seems amazed. And I’m amazed that she is.
I’m silent. I don’t know what to say.
“My research told me that you mostly disappeared ten years ago. I figured it must have been something pretty major.” She presses a kiss to my scarred cheek, softer than I’ve ever seen her. “But if you’re asking if they bother me...”
I tense, holding my breath. I know they must bother her. But I won’t be able to handle it if they do.
“I don’t really see them. Not the way you thought—I see them... I see all of them. You were horribly hurt, and I ache for you. But... they’re just part of you. Theo.” I can hear the smile in her voice. “Master.”
I’m undone. Before I can stop myself, I crush her in my arms, then carry her back to the bench. She squawks as the cool leather presses against her skin.
“Speedy recovery time, huh?” She leers at my already hardening cock. I smirk in response, and slowly buckle her down, savoring the way her eyes go liquid as I do.
“I’m going to keep you here, bound and having release after release.
Until you agree to stay.”
E-MAIL FROM NOELLE DAVIS TO KIT DAVIS, WEEKLY MAGAZINE
Hi Dad,
Well, you were right. There’s nothing strange at all about the island of Eden. I should have listened to you before I came... oh, and sorry about your boat. You’ll find a new one at the marina later today.
But attached is a piece about socialite Celeste Singer... and I’m copying the FBI, because it seems that she’s a black widow of epic proportions. None of the material in it has ever been published, and it has all been verified. I think you’ll find that this story will need a cover feature.
When you want more from me, and you will...
I live on Eden now.
Best,
Noelle
THE END
Read on for an excerpt from One Night With The Billionaire by Lauren Hawkeye, coming soon!
Certifiable genius Mari Hart has spent her life focusing on school and getting ahead. Freshly out of school at age twenty, with two doctorates in hand and no idea what to do next, Mari decides to allow herself one night to be young, something she’s never done before. She’s smart, and she’s responsible—what could go wrong?
But at Florida’s hot, kinky new nightclub she sees something that she shouldn’t, and even her incredible intelligence can’t save her—but billionaire Alexios Kosta can. One of the world’s richest men—one with dark secrets of his own—Alexi has the power to make all of Mari’s problems go away.
The catch? To obtain full protection, Mari must become Alexi’s wife. And it isn’t long before their public displays of affection spark something far hotter than either could ever have imagined...
This is book two of the A Virgin, A Billionaire and a Marriage series. It is a category length novel that stands alone- no cliffhangers!
One Night With The Billionaire Excerpt
Copyright 2015 Lauren Hawkeye
Bang.
Smack.
“Oh my God, yes!”
“Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop!”
“You are the king!”
Rolling my eyes, I sit straight up in bed. The pillow I’ve been holding over my ears gets tossed across the room in an uncharacteristic fit of anger, allowing the previously muffled sounds to penetrate straight to my eardrums.
Penetrate. Bad choice of words. Because unless my ears deceive me, there is a whole lot of penetrating going on next door.
Bang.
Squeal.
THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP.
“Noooo.” Covering my face with my hands, I slide over to the edge of the bed. I can’t handle this... this going on next door. I just can’t.
Raising a fist, I briefly contemplate knocking on the wall... not loudly enough to be rude, although clearly they’ve thrown that convention out the window. No, just loudly enough to point out that maybe, possibly, some of their neighbours are trying to sleep.
Instead, I let my hand fall back into my lap, but no matter what I do, I can’t block out the sounds. The sex sounds.
It shouldn’t be such a big deal—shouldn’t bother me so much. I shouldn’t be straining, trying to overhear. I should just buy some earplugs and go back to sleep.
I can’t. And it’s not logical to lie to myself, so I admit—within the confines of my own skull—that I’m actually fascinated because I’ve never been this close to... to such shenanigans before.
The thumping stops momentarily, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Surely this can’t continue forever. This is my third night in my new apartment, and I’ve endured the nocturnal party each evening. But surely my new neighbours aren’t that... avid. Right? It’s not possible to have that kind of stamina. Surely there would be fatigue involved at some point. Possibly some chafing.
I chose this apartment building after extensive research because it was clean, in a new neighbourhood, and represented the ideals that I wished to embody as I embarked on my career. It wasn’t cheap, but I had a substantial amount in my bank account. The funds deposited by my mother before she’d deemed me an adult and sent me out into the world were largely untouched, since I’d received full funding for school. And now, at twenty years of age, a doctorate in each hand, I had numerous lucrative paths to pursue.
Point being, I do not find it acceptable to have to listen to the cat-like yowls of my neighbors fornicating at three in the morning, every morning. A human needs seven hours of sleep to perform at maximum capacity.
As if they have a direct line to my thoughts, the thumping starts up again. At first it’s just a few soft bumps that could possibly be construed as the bed settling under the weight of their inhabitants.
But then the thumping starts again. And the yowls.
“Hold on to the headboard. If you move your hands, I’ll spank your ass.” The male voice is so clear, it could be right there in the room with me, and my mouth falls open with disbelief.
Did he really just threaten to spank her? Is she in trouble? Should I call for help?
But within moments her mewls of pleasure answer my question. She’s not in trouble. Not even a little.
A sense of melancholy descends into my chest, and at the same time an ache appears between my thighs. Surely it’s just a primal response to the sounds of mating. That’s what my intellect tells me.
My body says something entirely different. If a twenty year old virgin body is to be trusted.
Virgin. Yes, I’m twenty years old, and have never been touched. And when I say never, I do mean never. I’ve never had sex, never been kissed, never even held hands or gone a date with a boy. Starting college at fifteen hinders one’s opportunities, after all. Plus, I’ve never deluded myself—my purpose in this world is in the ranks of academia. Not in the pleasures of the flesh.
But listening to grunts and groans of ecstasy... it’s more than I can handle.
I’ll go knock on the door. I’ll just request that they keep their... ahh... amour to a quieter level.
Just a few deep breaths to calm myself first. I would never survive if my new neighbours knew that my body had grown aroused from listening to them make love.
Wiping damp palms on the thighs of my pajamas, I slide my glasses onto my nose and make my way across the hall. The ruckus is even louder out here, and I feel blood rushing into my cheeks.
What must it be like, to not care who knows that you’re doing... that?
None of my business. Steeling myself, I walk the few steps to the next door, and knock. If anything, the sex noises just get louder. Starting to become irritated, I knock again, harder. Still nothing.
Finally I give in, in a way that I never do, and pound on the door with my fist. It feels good, slamming my hand into the wood, frustration dissipating with every smack.
The noises stop, replaced by heavy footsteps. I school my face into a polite smile, ready to be a friendly little neighbour, even though that’s not at all what I feel like. I feel tired, irritated, and aroused.
But if we all went around acting on unrestrained emotions, we’d be no better than a bunch of monkeys. And in my current circumstances, the word monkey makes me think of a slang term I once came across—monkey sex.
Hot, sweaty monkey sex.
Dear God, my brain is broken.
“Do you know what time it is?” The door before me swings open, revealing...
Oh. My. God.
Revealing a greying man, probably in his later forties, given his physical appearance. He’s decently attractive, if you ignore the thirty some year age difference between us.
He’s also sweaty and absolutely, completely naked. And absolutely, completely aroused.
I have doctorates in astrophysics and medicine. I have an IQ of 182. But I have absolutely no idea how to deal with the sight in front of me.
The man grins as my eyes stray to his throbbing member, then snap back up to his face. His own eyes rake over me, lingering in the area of my breasts, causing my hands to clutch at the lapels of my pajama top.
“Cute.” The man
smirks at my sleepwear. I feel a steel rod snap into place in my spine.
Get a grip, Mari. Surely that big brain of yours can find a connection to your tongue!
“What the fuck’s going on?” A sulky female voice emanates from the apartment behind the man, and then a woman is peering around him. She’s naked too, though I’m saved from that visual by the sheet that’s clutched to her breasts.
Her hair is long and blonde, and in quite the disarray. Slumberous blue cat eyes regard me thoughtfully, lips twisting into a smirk, and I will myself to hold still.
“Oh, it’s you. The brain trust.” Her smirk widens.
“I... yes.” I’m surprised she—Jenny—recognized me. I taught two of her freshman classes, despite the fact that she’s a couple of years older than I am, but she skipped half of them, and was more interested in the boys sitting around her than my lectures when she was there. And even then, it had been hard not to notice that the boys were interested in her right back.
Blonde, popular, sexy—Jenny was all the things that I was not. And now I’d seen her naked.
Awkward.
“What do you want?” As if just realizing that her man is naked in front of me, she shoves the sheet in front of him, which only causes her perky breasts to be revealed. I roll my eyes skyward, trying not to look at either of them.
“I... I’m wondering if perhaps you would mind keeping it down.” I swallow thickly when silence greets my request. A silence that drags on until I can’t help but look back down.
“What, you have a hot date tomorrow?” Jenny looks like she’s channeling Regina George, her face is so mean. “Need your beauty sleep?”
“No.” What does that have to do with anything? “But a human woman my age needs an average of seven hours of sleep to maintain her health and mental well-being.”
“What?” The man stares at me, incredulous, before turning to Jenny. “Did she really just say that?”
“Yeah she did.” Jenny turns to her lover with an eye roll directed at me. Looking down his body, she fastens her gaze on his erection and runs her tongue suggestively over her lips. “Come on. Let’s go take care of that little problem for you.”
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