by Snow, Jenika
Tate wasn’t slow and gentle, just like he’d claimed. He ran his hand along her side, over her belly, and cupped her breasts. Acting totally out of character, she arched her back, thrusting her chest farther into his grasp. The slow glide of his lips along her jaw had her closing her eyes and letting her head fall back, giving him better access. His other hand pressed against her lower back and slowly made its way lower until he cupped her ass.
“Oh God.” She hadn’t meant to say anything, but the feel of one of his hands covering her ass and the other cupping her breast was driving all common sense out of her. When he started moving his thumb over her hard nipple, back and forth, using slight pressure, she would have given him anything he wanted.
“Stella, you feel so good against me.” He breathed against her throat, and as if to emphasize his point, he thrust into her, grinding his dick into her belly and reminding her exactly why she was here.
“It feels good, Tate. So good.”
“Yeah, it fucking does.” His voice was so deep and rough, it was like a wild animal growling, and she turned her head to the side, needing to feel his mouth on hers. He dragged his mouth back up her neck, over her jaw, and ran his tongue along the corner of her mouth. “You know what I want from you, baby?” He continued to kiss and lick the side of her mouth, not giving her what she really wanted.
“What?” She didn’t admit that she wanted him in the way he wanted her. She wanted pure, unadulterated sex with him.
He pulled back and stared into her eyes. Her breath caught at the look he gave her. He searched her face, all the while his thumb teasing the puckered flesh of her nipple and his hand caressing her ass. “I want you to strip, get on your knees, and suck my cock.”
9
Did he just say what she thought he said? By the look on his face, she had to assume she’d heard correctly. Swallowing the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat, Stella didn’t move as Tate took a few steps back. His fingers went to the buttons on his shirt. Eyes still watching her, Tate released each button and shrugged the material off. Stella took in the tanned, hard flesh that was revealed.
The rolls of muscles that made up his six-pack, his defined pecs, and his bulging biceps were jaw dropping, but that wasn’t what had her heart pounding in awe. The head of a massive dragon snaked over his left shoulder, its jaws wide open, its teeth razor-sharp. The eyes almost seemed to glow gold against his tanned flesh. A clawed leg wrapped around one of his thick biceps. She wanted to see the rest of the fearsome creature’s body and knew that it must cover Tate’s back. The dragon represented Tate, all animalistic power and violence.
God, was she turned on.
Tate stood there, his black trousers hanging off his lean hips. “Stella. Strip for me.”
Hearing him say those three words after her name had her pulse throbbing between her thighs. It was as if his words alone elicited something deep inside of her, drawing out her needs and wants and combining it all in one hard package that represented Tate.
“Sweetheart, I’m going to see every square inch of you before the night is over. There isn’t any need to be shy, not when you’ll have my cock in your mouth in a few minutes.”
His dirty words angered and excited her all in the same breath. Her hands shook as she lifted them to grip the hem of her shirt, slowly peeling it up and over her head. Why did you forego wearing a bra? When the air hit her bare chest, she shivered. Her fingers gripped the fabric of her shirt, and she kept her head lowered, afraid to look at him. It had been years since she’d been naked in front of a man. She was very self-conscious of how she looked, especially to a man like Tate. A man that was physically perfect, like a statue carved out of marble.
“Now the pants and panties, Stella.” The way he spoke had her lifting her eyes to his. His voice hitched, and she could see his chest rising and falling a bit faster as he looked at her breasts. As if his gaze alone could draw the tissue taut, she felt her skin pull tighter, felt the blood rush just below the surface. Hands now on the button of her jeans, she slid it through the buttonhole and drew the zipper down.
She hooked her fingers under the edge of her pants and panties and started to push them down her thighs. Even though the chilled air hit every part of her, the very knowledge that he was staring at her had her body hot. Did he like what he saw? Was he scrutinizing every flaw she had?
When she kicked the garments free, she stood there, eyes locked on his, trying to decipher what was going through his head. She let her gaze travel down the length of his body again, stayed a little longer admiring the tight V of muscles that disappeared beneath his slacks, and then swallowed hard when she saw his erection pressing against his zipper.
“Come here.” Voice low and deep, Tate crooked his finger at her. She swore he could hear her heart beating, could see it slamming against her rib cage. That first step was the hardest, and soon she found herself right before him, her breath coming in short, hard pants. His eyes seemed to be riveted to her chest, but she saw him lower them until she knew exactly what he was seeing. Just knowing that he was looking at her pussy had a shudder leaving her. She felt soaked and squeezed her legs together, praying that her thighs weren’t wet and he couldn’t see it if they were.
“Why, Miss Vincent, you’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” He sounded out of breath, and she knew exactly what he was referring to. The fact that she kept her pussy completely bare except for a thin strip of hair down the center of her mound was a decision she’d made after her first sexual encounter. It was now a routine for her to keep everything down there smooth. She did it for herself.
She hadn’t realized she’d dropped her head until she felt Tate lift her chin with his finger. She was caught up in his liquid-amber stare and found herself drowning in the depths of it. Their combined breathing was harsh, and she knew that there had never been a point in her life when she’d wanted someone as much as she wanted him.
“On your knees.” His hand landed on her shoulder, and he gently pushed her down. His command might have been demeaning, but she couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t the most erotic thing she’d ever encountered. Tate knew what he wanted, and he wanted her. That thought alone was empowering.
The cold, hard wood beneath her knees sent a flash of discomfort up her body, but the sight before her had that pain vanishing. His erection was right in front of her, straining against the material, insistent on being free. Lifting her head, she looked into his face and held her breath at the expression he had. It was haunting, and she didn’t think she’d ever seen anything so beautiful.
“Stella.” Her name from his lips sounded pained. He cleared his throat and dropped his hands so they hung at his sides. “Take my cock out and suck it.”
She took a shuddering breath and pushed all her uncertainty aside. As much as she hated the very idea of Tate Wessen, she couldn’t deny that she wanted this also. So, feeling a bit of strength rise inside of her, she lifted her hands and undid his belt, sliding it through the loops, and then going after the button.
When everything that could have obstructed her access to his dick was out of the way, Stella licked her lips. Tate groaned above her, and she cut her eyes up to his. Gaze heavy-lidded and face a little flushed, Tate looked fierce from his need.
“Go on, Stella, take my dick and suck it into that pretty little mouth of yours.”
She didn’t waste another minute. Reaching into his pants and boxer briefs, Stella wrapped her hand around the hard, impossibly thick length of his shaft. He grunted from the contact, but she didn’t stop her task at hand. When his erection was free and she got the first look at it, she knew her eyes had widened in surprise.
Tate was a large man, and that went for everything on his body. It was a little ridiculous to think it, but she couldn’t help but wonder if something that size would fit comfortably inside of her. She squeezed her thighs together as if that would solve her current problem.
His cock was just as tanned as the rest of him, and t
he bulbous head was flushed red with a drop of pre-cum dotting the slit at the tip. Her mouth watered, and the thought of her hungering for the taste of him was absurd, but then she found herself leaning forward and engulfing the crown with her mouth. He groaned above her, and his hands speared into her hair, his nails digging into her scalp.
The sting of pain had her sucking in more of his length and running her tongue along the underside of his penis. His taste was slightly salty and had a hint of something more masculine, more potent. Stella moaned around him, trying to get even more of him in her mouth until she felt the tip of him hit the back of her throat.
“Christ, Stella.” Tate groaned and jerked in her mouth, causing her eyes to water. She braced her hands on his muscular thighs at the same time he started to pull out and then push back in. He fucked her mouth slow and easy, and she found herself moving her tongue along his flesh, tasting a burst of saltiness as his semen coated her taste buds. A carnal need to taste all of him, to have his cum slide down her throat, spurred her motions. She started bobbing her head along his length at the same time he thrust in and out.
“Yes. Oh fuck, yes.” His hold on her hair tightened, and his thrusting hips became more frantic in his need for release. “Take it all, Stella. Take all of my fucking cock.”
“Mmm.” Closing her eyes, she focused on getting him off. She’d never thought giving a man head could bring her so much pleasure, but her pussy was soaked and her pulse was pounding in her clit. She needed to get him off desperately. Hands gripping his strong thighs, she let them move behind him until she felt the firm, taut cheeks of his ass. They flexed while he pumped his hips.
Once, twice, and then they stilled on the third time as he buried his dick all the way in her mouth until she felt his balls bump her chin and his cum coat the back of her throat. His orgasm was powerful, and she felt her own pleasure mounting. She wanted to reach between her thighs and rub herself, knew that it would only take a few hard strokes and she would be going over with him.
Just as she let one of her hands drop from his body and snake down her belly and between her legs, Tate’s grip tightened on her and he pushed her back. His hold on her head stayed strong, and when his cock slipped from her lips, he forced her to look at him.
“You won’t find pleasure until you give me what I want.” She felt her brows knit in confusion. Hadn’t she just given him what he wanted? “You will tell me how many men you have fucked.”
You have got to be kidding me. How in the hell did someone just get off—rather strongly if she did say so herself—and bring up a topic most men didn’t care to discuss? “Why is this so damn important to you?” Her voice had risen with her mounting frustration. She wanted to get off, too, yet here was Tate, his softening cock an inch from her face, his eyes set hard.
“If you want my face between those creamy thighs and my cock buried deep inside of your cunt, you’ll tell me, Stella.”
Teeth gritting together, Stella didn’t know why she was being so stubborn. There was a part of her that had promised she would only give Tate her body. He didn’t need to know about her personal business. He must have seen her answer on her face, because she watched as his jaw clench just before he hauled her up. Her breasts swayed from the force of his movements, and then she was pressed against his chest. His mouth crashed against hers, and his hands slid down her body to cup her ass.
His cock was starting to harden again between their bodies, and she pressed closer, needing the contact. He couldn’t make her tell him. But as his tongue ran along her bottom lip, she wondered if she would be able to deny him anything, especially when it seemed her body was now running the show.
10
Tate had a firm grip on her hand as he led them back upstairs to his room. Once they crossed the threshold, he let go of her and shut the door. She could see what Tate had meant when he asked the butler if his room had been prepared. A bright fire burned in the fireplace, and the sheets were turned down on the bed. A few candles were lit, giving the room a soft, intimate glow.
“Get on the bed, Stella.” She was still nude, and if he hadn’t assured her they were the only ones in the house, she would have been mortified to prance around naked.
She moved toward the bed on shaky legs. When she was at the edge, she felt her eyes widen at what she saw. Tied to the posts at the top and bottom of the bed were restraints. She turned around when she heard Tate moving closer. He had covered back up before they ascended the stairs, but now his hands were undoing his belt and button. He stopped in front of her and pushed his pants down his thighs. The cock he revealed was once again hard as a rock. Gripping his erection, he stroked it from root to tip as he watched her.
“Get on the bed, Stella.” He repeated his command.
She looked behind her at the restraints and swallowed. “But—”
“No.” The finality of that one word had her spine straightening. “You will do what I say. That was part of our agreement, unless you’ve changed your mind and would like to leave?”
She knew he was right, but she had been a strong, independent woman for so long, taking care of her father and directing him. To have someone take full control was difficult for her, but if she wanted to make sure everything worked out, she would have to listen to him. “Okay.” She moved onto the bed and scooted to the center. Knees bent and hands flat on the bed, bracing herself up, Stella watched with a dry mouth as Tate stalked the rest of the way to her.
“Lie flat on your back, and put your hands above your head.” His voice was eerily calm, and he showed no expression. He was like a machine, a well-oiled machine.
She did as he said without any hesitation because she was afraid if she refused, he might tell her to leave, that he was sick of her not abiding by their agreement. He took one of her wrists and secured it at the headboard with a soft leather restraint. He moved around to the other side and did the same to her other wrist. When she was fully secured, he took a step back and admired his handiwork.
He turned his back to her and made his way over to a closet. She tested the binds, found them secure but not tight enough that it was uncomfortable. The way her arms were tied above her head forced the rest of her body to stretch. She felt exposed in this position, and a part of her felt a sliver of fear at what he had planned.
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Tate moved away from Stella, who was spread out on his bed like an offering. The sight of her tied to the headboard, every inch of her body on display for his visual pleasure, was slowly draining his self-control. He opened the closet that housed the various toys he liked to use on certain occasions. Tate didn’t have dark desires, per se, but every once in a while there was a need to show a little dominance to a submissive.
Now that he had Stella here, ready and willing to do whatever he wanted, that urge to show her who was in charge reared its head. He ran his fingers over a flogger and looked over his shoulder. Stella watched him with wide eyes. No, the flogger was too much for her. Well, at this point in their relationship it was. Perhaps later on he might make her ass nice and red.
He needed an instrument that would extract the information that he wanted out of her. She might not know him well enough, but by the end of the night she’d know that he always got what he wanted. Always. Choosing a blindfold, he closed the closet and moved toward her. She squirmed against the silk sheets as if she thought she could really escape what he was about to do to her.
Her gaze kept bouncing from his face to what he held, and he entertained the thought that she would most likely tell him what he wanted to know right now. The idea of teasing her to the brink of orgasm and denying her that pleasure until she obeyed him was a delight he was not about to pass up. Here she was, ready for his taking.
“Lift your head,” he whispered by her ear and was immensely pleased when she obeyed right away. He slipped the strip of black velvet over her eyes and tied it behind her head. A little sensory play might do her some good. He wanted her to feel every little touch, every ge
ntle stroke of his hands on her body.
He didn’t want her thinking about anything else, seeing or hearing anything that didn’t directly result from what he was doing to her. He grabbed a pair of noise-canceling headphones and slipped them onto her. Tate noticed her breathing had increased. She was nervous, aroused, and maybe even a little apprehensive.
He moved onto the bed and took up residence beside her legs. Placing his hand on one of her inner thighs, he pushed it open. She stiffened for only a second before she took his silent cue and spread her other thigh. With her legs wide open, he moved between them. Her cunt was a thing of beauty, all smooth and pink, glistening with the wetness he’d caused. She was primed for him, but he wanted her soaking, dripping with nectar until she drenched the sheets beneath her.
“Your cunt is a pretty shade of pink, sweet Stella.” He knew she couldn’t hear him, but he couldn’t filter what he was thinking. Her chest rose and fell with her breathing, and his eyes were riveted, from her mouth to the smooth lips of her pussy. He lifted his hand and ran his finger down the center of her cunt.
Her body visibly shook, and he smiled, loving that just the slightest touch from him affected her so quickly. Placing his thumb on her clit, he pressed into it while he slid his index finger over her slickness and circled it around the opening of her vagina. Her legs fell open even wider, and a soft mewl left her. Slipping his finger into the wet, hot depths of her body, he grunted when her pussy sucked the digit inside.
He finger fucked her in long strokes while he rubbed hard, slow circles around the swollen little bud of her clit. The breathy cries that came from her had his cock throbbing and leaking cum. He used his other hand to grip his shaft.
