by Linzi Basset
He wiggled his eyebrows.
“How wickedly exciting,” she chirped as she glanced around. “I sincerely trust that the door has a workable lock?”
“It does but even if it didn’t, no one would dare enter or bother us tonight.” He leaned closer to whisper in her ear, “Even if they hear your screams and pleas.”
Her cheeks heated up to the color of a red tomato. It brought a delighted laugh from deep in Steele’s stomach. It was a sound that wrapped itself around Kayla’s heart and rendered her completely enamored.
“For now, we need to take our seats and buckle up for takeoff. I’d like to toast my wife on our first flight together. One of many to come.” He sobered as they sat down. “It’s the one thing I’ll never budge on, Kayla, ever.”
“What thing?”
“You’ll go with me wherever I go or wherever I need to travel for business. We’re not going to have one of those marriages where I’m traveling half of the year and leave you behind at home.”
“As long as you give me adequate notice.” She tightened the seatbelt before she looked at him. “You need to realize that I have responsibilities. I’m not selling Decadence Galore, Steele. I worked too hard to just give it up. It’s what I do, what I enjoy and what gives me ultimate joy.”
“I’ll never ask you to, love, nor do I expect you to stop working, but both of us will put our marriage and happiness first. You have a partner and if needed, he’ll take charge, just as I will should you require me to.”
“I didn’t realize you had a partner.” Kayla accepted the glass of bubbly the flight attendant handed her.
“I don’t, but I’m grooming Caleb to start taking an active management role in the business. He’s highly qualified and very clever. He’s been acting like a deadbeat long enough.” He shrugged. “Not entirely his fault and I’m to blame for allowing it to happen.” He smiled. “It’s a sad story that I’ll tell you at some point but not tonight. Tonight is all about you and me— us, and the beginning of our lives together.”
She traced the veins on the back of his hand and glanced curiously at him.
“You very cleverly avoided my question earlier.”
He frowned in thought. “I have?”
“Yes,” she tsk’ed. “Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
“I’m afraid I don’t, love.”
“The honeymoon,” she said patiently. “You never said where we’re going.”
“Ahh … I don’t suppose you’ll be happy with … it’s a surprise?”
“Steele Blake, out with it. Where are we going?”
“To the one place you always said you wanted to go to.”
She stared at him with a blank expression. There were many places she wanted to go to and couldn’t fathom how he would know about any of them, let alone the one at the top of the list.
She tipped her chin and looked at him over her nose, her expression challenging and haughty.
“Oh really? And where is that specifically?”
“We’re going to explore Africa for the next four weeks.”
Kayla’s jaw went slack. “How … my god. How do you even know about that?” It had been a childhood dream of hers, purely because it had been her mother’s favorite place to visit. As an environmentalist, it was one of the countries she visited often in her youth until Kayla was born.
“My mother told me many tales of your mother. It was the one thing that has always stuck in my mind, especially remembering that week I was the substitute professor during your final exams. You used the African culture as your topic for your economic project.”
Kayla was flabbergasted. That he had given their honeymoon so much thought made her love for him want to explode. The realization that he had been as enamored with her for so many years completely floored her.
“I guess you’re happy with our destination?”
Kayla cupped his cheeks and kissed him lingeringly on the lips. Her smile was one of angels opening their arms to love.
“It does and thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.”
He held up his glass as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed her palm. “A toast, my love, to my beautiful wife and to our future and all the children we’re going to have.”
Kayla blushed as the sound of the glasses tinkling against each other sounded in her ears. She took a tentative sip and peeked at him. “All the children? Just how many Steele juniors do you have in mind?”
“Oh, I was thinking a couple of Steele juniors and a couple of Kayla look-alikes. You know, two of each.” He winked playfully. “For a start.”
His gleeful male laughter found resonance deep inside her but before she could voice her protest at the prospect of that many babies, he unclipped their seatbelts and pulled her up with him.
“Oh!” Kayla grabbed his neck as he picked her up and stomped toward the back of the plane. Her cheeks bloomed as she caught the smiles from the flight attendants over Steele’s shoulder.
“I’ll never be able to show my face in the morning,” she groaned as she hid her eyes against his throat.
He chuckled as he pushed through the bedroom door, kicked it closed behind them and locked it.
“This room is soundproof, love. You can scream at the top of your lungs and no one will hear.”
“They still know what we're about to be doing in here!”
“We’re newlyweds, baby, of course they know, but they’re professional enough not to embarrass you about it in the morning. Relax, my love, and let me take care of all your fears … and most of all, your needs.”
Chapter Eleven
“And now, I’m going to make love to my ravishing wife.”
Steele made short work of their clothes and soon settled between Kayla’s warm thighs. He traced the line between her brows.
“Forget about everyone, love. This moment, right here, there are only two people that matter. You and me.”
He brushed his lips against her chin, nibbling his way down her throat to set her libido on fire as he feathered his palm over a hardening nipple.
“I’m going to have to make sure the dungeon room is ready by the time we return home.”
“The dungeon room?!” Kayla was lucid enough to latch onto the meaning of his words. Her heart threatened to catapult out of her chest. She stared at the slight twist of his lips with eyes the size of saucers.
The damn man is amused!
Steele scrutinized her reaction silently, giving the implication time to sink in. He had warned her and wanted her to know what to expect once they returned from their honeymoon.
Kayla couldn’t drag her eyes from him as he held her gaze captivated with a sharp intelligence that exuded from him. His pupils flared and she realized he didn’t miss anything. Not the fact that her breathing accelerated at the visions his words brought to mind or how her heart hammered as excitement surged through her body.
She had the unsettling feeling that he knew exactly what she felt, while she was still battling to come to grips with it herself.
“Do you understand what I want from you, my lovely wife?”
“I thought I did, but a dungeon room … now I’m not so sure.” She flicked a sharp glance at him. “If you think I’m going to become a slave, sexual or not, you can forget it, Steele.”
“Not a slave, Kayla. I have no desire to be responsible for your every move or decision. It would drive me batshit crazy and you, my fiery little cat,” he dragged his tongue with sensual intent down her cheek to bite her bottom lip, “would wither away.”
“So … is it going to be like those Fifty Shades movies? You’re going to whip me and shit?”
He chuckled. “And shit, yes.” He sobered as he kissed her. “Our life won’t be a movie, love. I have certain needs and they’re different than other Doms out there.” His eyes darkened. “I need you to want me. I want your lust for me to be all-consuming and with so much passion that you would do anything I ask of you wi
thout question— because it’ll bring you pleasure, but understand this, Kayla. Sexually only and over time you’ll learn my tells to know how to break through my control to force me to acknowledge and feed off your wants and desires.”
Kayla was stumped at the rush of power his words caused to flush through her system. Yes, he wanted all the control but at the same time, she’d be the one in a position of power. Her veins heated from the blood rushing through them to settle in a constant throb in her loins. She’d be damned if she understood what it meant, but she was eager to see where his domination would lead her.
“I think I can do that, my … what am I supposed to call you?”
“For now, love, honey, even baby will do. Later, when it comes naturally to you … Sir.”
“Sir? Not happening soon.” she scoffed. “I hope you’re very patient … like until the next millennium.”
He barked with laughter. Her pussy gushed in response to the rich sound that annihilated any defenses she still had. With a chagrined groan, she squeezed her thighs together and moaned as his mouth crashed down on hers. She felt heady as his kiss took her breath away. He didn’t toy with her, his tongue surged inside her mouth and commanded. She gave, unreservedly.
“I love you, Kayla. Do you have any idea how much?” He smiled gently. “Do you remember the day you stumbled on the stairs in college and I caught you in my arms?”
Kayla blushed at the memory. It was a moment forever ingrained in her mind. She nodded.
“That moment I looked into your eyes, somehow, I knew you would become important to me. I felt it then already … your inherent need to submit … to me.”
“We were meant to be,” she whispered against his lips. “It was on that same day I felt it too. I knew then already I wanted to give myself to you and I do now, Steele. I know you’ll always keep me safe and treasure this deep and unexplained desire to please you, with more than just my body. I love you, Steele Blake, and I offer you my trust, my passion, and all the lust in the world,” she ended with a cheeky grin.
“It’s time, my love, to seal your selfless offering and our love,” he murmured at her throat, nibbling and kissing the soft skin. She moaned as he found all the spots that made her writhe in his arms as he ignited her passion quicker than she’d ever experienced.
“I love how wild you react to my touch, love. It humbles me to see every sensation you feel. I’m going to enjoy watching your body spiral out of control. Hear me, wife of mine, you’re about to lose all of it.”
“Go for it, papa bear,” she challenged him in a throaty whisper.
“Papa bear! I’ll show you a fucking papa bear,” he growled.
Her laughter tinkled joyously until his lips closed over her nipple to suck it deep into his mouth. Then her moans and sighs were all that floated into the air.
“You’re shaking, love,” Steele murmured against her breast as he massaged her swollen labia before sliding his finger inside her pussy. He searched for the spongy ganglia of nerves on the front wall of her vagina. Her breathing spiked when he brushed over it.
“Oh god, Steele! Please, I’m on edge already. Don’t play with me. I have to ... oooh!” Kayla pleaded as she arched her neck and pushed her head into the pillow. She clawed at his shoulders. Her knees clamped together, thereby effectively imprisoning his hand between her thighs. He was unperturbed, watching her tremble as he brushed his finger back and forth over the spongy nub.
“Kayla, open your legs. Now. Wider.”
She didn’t think to deny his dark command. Her eyes fluttered as she realized his demeanor had changed. He hovered over her, and watching her with a brooding look, was the Dom she’d come to know that night in L.A. and had become reacquainted with in her bedroom not so long ago.
His probing fingers prodded her sweet spot with ruthless accuracy. Ripples of heat rushed through her veins to pool in a constant throb around the nerves inside her pussy. It left her defenseless, needy, and desperate to feel his hardness take possession of her.
“Steele, please,” she begged in a keening voice.
“Patience, my little subbie wife.”
He buried his face between her legs and lashed at her wet folds with the flat of his tongue, licking at the oozing nectar she had no control over, before he pushed his tongue deep inside her.
“Lord! No more. Please, honey, take me, I beg you.” Kayla’s lower body throbbed with the need to climax. Steele hadn’t said anything but instinct warned her, he wanted her to stave off her orgasm. She’d be damned if she disappointed him on their wedding night— the one night she wanted to prove her eagerness to offer him her complete submission.
Steele was enchanted by her guttural moans rising and swerving through her throat as she bucked against his mouth and fingers.
“Yes,” Kayla cried as Steele moved over her body and positioned the bulbous, spongy head of his cock against her pussy. He rubbed the tip back and forth, using her trickling juices to lubricate himself.
“Scream for me, wife,” he grunted as her surprised cry cut through his mind when he thrust his thickly veined shaft into her— to the hilt. He began to stroke and flex against the silky folds that gave way to his girth.
He rocked against her in a gentle rhythm, savoring the luxurious softness surrounding his hardness. His breathing turned haggard at how eagerly the muscles around his cock clenched, attempting to suck it back upon every withdrawal.
“You’re so tight, love. It’s driving me insane feeling every flutter of your pussy around me.”
A husky moan trilled through the air as he closed his hand around her waist. The expression of passion was painted on her face as he guided her hips while he stroked her swollen clit with fast, sensual circles.
His hunger burned with a flush of heat, threatening to incinerate the last of his control as she begged him for a release. He clenched his teeth and slowed his movements to swipe his thumb over her clitoris. Her hips jerked upward, then shied away, afraid of too much. She teetered on the edge, aware that the slightest nudge would end it for her.
“Eyes, Kayla. I want to see your eyes,” he ordered in a hoarse voice. Their gazes clashed. He dragged in a deep, calming breath as he found himself drowning in their shimmering depths of her silent pleas.
Kayla thrashed wildly against him. Her orgasm was right there. On the verge of shooting her sky high but no matter how hard she tried, it continued hovering, pulsing and throbbing inside her.
“I can’t … Steele, honey … please,” she pleaded hoarsely as she watched his eyes glimmer and then she knew.
Him. Her body was instinctively waiting for him—for his permission. For the first time, she understood what he’d meant that she was a natural submissive.
His cock swelled against her silky walls, forcing another deep groan to trickle to the surface. Her eyelids started to twitch. He thrust back inside with so much force that it pulverized her control as he set a grinding, pumping, and hypnotic rhythm that kept her gaze locked on his as he slammed into her.
A flash of silver in his eyes was her only warning as he touched the pad of his thumb against her clitoris. He was spellbound as her mouth fell open in a silent scream, animating the web of muscles in her neck.
“Beautiful, love, so fucking beautiful.” A primal grunt escaped his chest. “It’s time, baby. Now, Kayla, come for me.”
Her body splintered as the world shattered around her. It felt like she was coming apart at the seams. Nothing had ever come close to the ecstatic rush created by the sudden release of copious amounts of harmonious chemistry and friction between them. The sensation, when her pussy gripped his shaft and their molten flesh in a sinuous embrace, engulfed them in a soporific wave, flung her into an abyss of eroticism.
“God, yes,” Steele roared as he felt her climax and let go. Their bodies were wracked by tempestuous spasms that left them tattered and shuddering against each other in the aftermath.
It took a long while before Kayla could gather her limbs and c
lose her legs that were still spread wide apart, long after Steele had pulled out and fell onto his back beside her.
She curled against his side and stroked his chest. He caught her hand in his, searching her expression in silent concern. He had been too rough but she triggered the wild beast inside him. Something, she seemed to unconsciously tap into every time he fucked her.
Kayla caught his look. She smiled gently, instinct guiding her in this moment. He might be a powerful Dominant but he didn’t lose sight of the fact that she was an inexperienced submissive. An eager one … but a novice, nonetheless.
“I hope that was only the entrée of the evening, my love, or did you forget to pack your flogger for the trip?” she teased tongue-in-cheek.
He barked out a laugh as he lifted his upper body to lean on his elbow and stared at her. He traced her beautiful face.
“Oh, I don’t know, love. My palm whacks a mighty punch and because you seem so eager to feel the sting of aroused pain …” He flashed a wicked smile. “Before the night is over, you’re going to climax screaming in pain while crying for more.”
“Is that a promise?” she asked, unable to hide the excited blush blooming her cheeks red.
“One cast in gold, I believe. Now, I think we better start on the palate cleanser, don’t you agree?”
“Oh, yes, my love. I concur fully.”
“Hmm … I was hoping you’d say that … especially as I have a full twelve course meal planned.”
Kayla’s gulp was audible.
“T-twelve? Oh … lord help me.”
“I’m closer, love, and believe me, I’ll take very good care of you.”
The End
Excerpt: Santa’s Whip
CHAPTER ONE
“You do know those cream puffs are going straight to your hips, right?”
Zoey Thomas defiantly popped another puff pastry into her mouth. “My hips are fine … all curvy and round, like it’s always been.” Her face turned into a grimace of distaste as she gulped down the already cold tea. Her nude fingernails looked dainty and feminine as she wiped her mouth with the monogrammed serviette of Central Bistro on Arch Street in Boston MA, where an upbeat Parisian vibe pervaded the lively nook specializing in classic French plates and pastries. “Besides, who cares? I’m an old married woman, remember?”
