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Seduction in the Sun: Adult Romance Box Set (9 Sizzling Tales with BBW, Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Alpha Males)

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by Hawkeye, Lauren


  She had just enough time to shake her head before he held her head between his hands and captured her mouth again. The little quiver, the slight arch of her body said she liked being secured and overpowered.

  And he enjoyed the hell out of doing it. He moved down her body, spent some time bringing her nipples to a darker color, sucking the velvety tips until they peaked long and narrow. Until the scent of her arousal surrounded her body.

  “Spread your legs for me.” He waited until she complied, her eyes holding just a touch of fear now. Right on the edge of fear was where trust could grow. Since the gentle path of time and communication—and nice Doms—hadn’t worked for her, he’d take her to the mountains instead.

  He studied her and then smiled. How many times could he get her off before her eyes would lose the wariness and look only dazed? Be worth the effort to find out. So he settled himself between her thighs and licked upward through the center of her folds and right over her clit. Her stomach muscles clenched, and he heard the sharp intake of breath. She’d probably come to expect slow from him. Time to learn different.

  With firm fingers, he spread her pussy lips open, exposed her glistening clit, and sucked it into his mouth. Her cry rang through the room, and he could see her hands grasp the iron bars of the headboard. Smart girl. Hang on tight. His tongue rubbed her clit, up and down, stroking relentlessly, first one side, then the other, and as it emerged from the hood, he licked right over the top. She came immediately, still muffling her cries, her hips trying to bounce despite his forearms pressing her flat.

  No screaming? She wasn’t losing it yet, then. He slid up her body, covering her, enjoying the feel of her breasts against his chest. She felt so delicate with little hipbones poking him and a prominent collarbone to slide his tongue over. She blinked at him, and he saw awareness return a little too quickly. Yes, he definitely had work to do yet.

  “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.

  She probably didn’t realize how much he enjoyed eating pussy. Many Doms didn’t. More fools them. A woman was never more vulnerable than when bound with her legs spread wide and a tongue on her clit. “We’ll see if you still thank me when I’m done.”

  As her brows drew together, he snatched another kiss before returning to his labors. He added some finger-fucking. She had a nice snug little sheath and an easily accessible G-spot. When she arched up this time, a high cry escaped her. Not quite a scream, but not bad. When he lay back over her, her breathing sounded ragged, and her heart rate had definitely increased.

  “Thank you,” she said, looking unsure whether he should be thanked. Three orgasms in a fifteen-minute period didn’t seem like much to him, but she’d had a long dry spell there. “What about you, Sir?”

  The question, despite her obvious shrinking away, warmed his heart, and he ran a finger over her soft cheek. “You’re right, little rabbit; it’s my turn.” Remembering the Dom who’d taken her earlier, he added, “I don’t think I’ll need any lube, do you?”

  She flushed.

  Beth prepared herself mentally as Sir rolled off her to kneel beside his toy bag. She didn’t mind being taken, not really, although it didn’t do anything for her, and made her feel...used...sometimes, like just a—

  He stripped off his shirt, and her mind blanked. His chest seemed bigger as the shadowy light flickered over strong pectorals and ridged abdominal muscles. With easy movements, he undid his leathers and sheathed himself in a condom. He took something from his bag. Picking up her feet, he slid it up her legs. She lifted her head. It looked almost like a thong with a tiny rubber triangle. He adjusted the soft piece until it lay right on top of her clit. Her very sensitive clit.

  “What’s that?”

  “You’ve never played with a butterfly before?” The sun lines at the corners of his eyes crinkled. “We’ll discuss your impressions later tonight.” After dropping a tiny device beside her head, he settled on top of her, kneeing her legs apart. The bare skin of his chest felt searingly hot against her breasts. His thick erection pressed against her pussy, and he reached down to swirl it in her wetness. When he picked up the little device and something clicked, she realized it was a remote control.

  The butterfly thing hummed, vibrating gently on her clit. She stiffened at the feel of it, her mouth dropping open when her body began to rouse in spite of how many times she’d come.

  He smiled, his eyes hungry. He bent his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, nipping hard enough to have her jerk, hard enough to send zinging sensations through her body to join the seething tension pooling in her lower half from the...thing.

  Her hips rocked up and down as she approached another climax. Her vagina involuntarily tightened, and her legs, pressed widely open by his body, trembled.

  “I think you’re ready, now, don’t you?” he murmured. With one hand, he positioned himself and thrust into her, deep and fast.

  Every nerve in her body short-circuited all at once. “Aaah!” Electricity shot from her pussy through her, searing all the way to her toes and fingertips. Her vagina convulsed around his cock.

  “There’s a good girl,” he murmured and took her mouth for a deep kiss. When he drew back, he braced himself on his forearms and looked in her eyes, then smiled slightly at whatever he’d seen.

  She sure didn’t know. She felt confused, like she’d fallen into a different world, one filled with heat and sensation and light. Stunned, she realized the vibrations over her clit had stopped.

  Her breathing slowed eventually, and her heart stopped hammering on the inside of her ribs. After a minute, she frowned. He hadn’t come... “Sir, you—”

  He grinned at her, the amusement in his eyes as obvious as his enjoyment of her. And then he moved, pushing his cock deeper into her, and she realized he’d barely entered her before. Oh, God, he was much, much bigger than she was used to. She began to feel overstretched, filled unbearably full. She yanked at her hands, wanting to push him away, but he continued relentlessly, his black gaze focused on her eyes, her face.

  Finally he stopped, and she could feel his balls pressing against her. His cock was so thick in her that she could barely breathe.

  “Am I hurting you?” he asked. As if he didn’t know.

  “Yes.” But her body had begun to adjust, the devastating sense of invasion subsiding. “No. No, Sir.”

  “Honest sub.” His eyes warmed with approval in a way that made her feel...good. Valued.

  As her body relaxed, her hands unfisted, and she drew a deeper breath.

  “There we go.” His lips curved. He moved inside her, and she gasped at the overwhelming feeling. He slid out slowly, pressed back in, and continued, increasing his speed by fractions.

  There was no pain now. She didn’t feel all that involved, but tried to cooperate, tightening her muscles, moving her hips.

  He chuckled and captured her mouth in a hot, wet kiss. “Sex is a team sport, sugar.” Reaching over her head, he hit the remote, and the butterfly thing hummed right over her clit. The vibrations were faster and stronger this time. He moved inside her relentlessly now, each thrust slamming the thing into her.

  As the intense vibrations pulsed into her clit, her insides flared to life as if a fire had been sparked. Her pussy contracted as each stroke sent her higher. Her clit throbbed, the slide of his cock wakening more nerves with each long glide. Her hips pressed up trying to get more.

  When he slowed, she whimpered.

  The vibrations stopped, but somehow her clit seemed to have absorbed them, leaving her body strung taut, right on the edge. “Please, Sir.” She pushed her hips up.

  He lowered his weight, keeping her immobile. Balancing on his elbows, he set his big hands on each side of her face, forcing her to look into his dangerous eyes. “Do you like having me inside you, Beth?” He moved just enough to send shudders through her.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do you trust me, Beth?”

  “I—” His eyes... She couldn’t lie when he looked at
her like that, when he surrounded her, inside, outside. “I—”

  “All right then, I want you to say the words whether you believe them or not.” He moved inside her slowly, keeping her so close to the edge that her body couldn’t relax. His rough voice deepened. “‘I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.’ Say that.”

  She hesitated, and he stopped moving. Oh, God. “I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.” But she didn’t trust him; she didn’t trust anyone.

  He slid out. In. The sensation so intense her body tried to arch against him. He held her in place. “Again.”

  “God, please...” she pleaded, met only implacable black eyes, and pushed the words out, “I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.”

  He gave her two slow strokes and stopped. Waited.

  “I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.” She hurried the words, needing more.

  Three strokes, each one searing down her nerve paths, sparks flaring from the contact. Stopped.

  Whimpers mingled with the words. “I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.” A breath. “I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.”

  The words turned into a chant, burning into her brain as he started stroking again with hard, sure thrusts.

  “I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.” His eyes held hers transfixed, and she felt something inside her soul shiver and crack. Tears ran down her cheeks. “I trust you, Master Nolan. You will keep me safe.” The words took on an urgency, a reality as he melded their bodies together, as her muscles strained against his.

  And then the vibrations over her clit started again even as he sped up. The sensations rolled through her like an unstoppable earthquake, and her world burst apart with a shattering orgasm. Her eyes went blind as her insides convulsed, billowing around the thick, intruding cock, setting off more and more spasms. She could hear herself screaming.

  When her shudders slowed, he started to thrust again, and she arched up into him with another cry. His cock seemed to swell as he hammered into her with short, fast strokes. He gave a guttural groan, and she felt his cock jerk inside her, each movement making her pussy clench.

  “Oh, God,” she whispered. Her mind had gone out of focus. Her heart beat so forcefully it should have knocked him off of her.

  He chuckled. “No need to go that far. ‘Oh, Master’ will do.”

  She was too far gone to do more than frown at him.

  He chuckled again and nibbled her neck as he reached up to undo her cuffs, then rolled, still seated firmly inside her twitching vagina, and settled her firmly on top of him. His hand pressed her head down into the hollow of his shoulder. “Shhh, sugar. Time to relax.”

  Her arms hurt as she moved to grasp his wide shoulders. Her fingers dug in, as though, if she could hang onto him firmly enough, her world would stop spinning. His muscles flexed under her hands. She couldn’t seem to think, but it didn’t matter. She knew she’d normally be trembling right now, except she was too exhausted, too limp. The sounds of the others coupling and talking in the room seemed distant. Unimportant.

  Licking her dry lips, she tried to speak, not knowing what to say. The chant echoed in her head, diminishing slowly until only one word remained. Safe, safe, safe.

  His hand moved over her back, warm against the cooling sweat covering her body. He massaged her tender bottom, pressing her hips against him and chuckling when her vagina spasmed weakly. The fragrance of sex surrounded her, mingling with Sir’s soapy, musky scent and her own.

  His voice rumbled, low and a little husky. The sound of a satisfied man. The sound of Sir. “I enjoyed that very much, Beth.”

  The open pleasure sent a glow through her. How long had it been since a Dom had been happy with her? She snuggled closer.

  “I like your body,” he murmured, his hand cupping her bottom. “I like all those muscles you have. Your fiery hair. Your freckles.”

  She hated her freckles. “I always wanted skin the color of yours.” She ran her hand over his chest, enjoying the feel of satiny skin stretched over his contoured curves. “I like your muscles too.”

  “You’re not worried about my strength being used against you?”

  The question shot fear through her, and she knew he felt her stiffen. His hand stroked her hair.

  “Beth, answer me.”

  She pressed her forehead to his chest, inhaled his warmth. “Sometimes. Yes.”

  “Thank you for being honest.” He lifted her up enough to look into her eyes. “The one thing I insist upon is honesty. Don’t ever lie to me.” The roughness of his voice rubbed over her senses like gravel in an open wound, and she shivered.

  Could not admitting something be considered a lie?

  Chapter Seven

  Early Monday evening, Nolan pulled up in front of the Shadowlands and parked his truck behind Beth’s gardening trailer. The humid air wrapped around him as he walked over to lean against her truck and wait for her. Was she going to be pleased to see him or terrified?

  He rarely dated women he met at the club, but last Saturday had revealed unexpected facets of her personality, and he’d decided to make an exception in her case. Her courage in admitting her mistake had gained his respect. The contrast between her sexual hunger and her deep fears yanked at his Dom nature. And the amazement on her face each time she climaxed... What man could resist that?

  So far, everything between them had been about domination and sex. The chemistry was there, both sexual and Dom/sub, but he’d seen an expression on her face a few times that hinted she wanted more.

  He edged over into a patch of shade and pulled out his PDA. Might as well get a little work done while he waited.

  “Hey.”

  Nolan looked up, glanced at the sun, and realized at least half an hour had gone by. “There you are. I’ve been waiting for you.”

  Beth wore an off-white tank top and khaki shorts, and the sight of her in street clothes was as big a turn-on as her club clothes. Her cheeks had a pretty flush, and her red hair was tangled. A trickle of sweat ran down between her breasts, and the thought of pinning her against the truck and licking it off made him harden. But no, this wasn’t about sex today.

  “Why didn’t you come and find me?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t like interruptions when I’m working; figured you wouldn’t either.”

  “Oh. Um, thank you. And you’re waiting for me because...”

  As he moved closer, she retreated until halted by her truck, her back against the door. Nolan braced an arm on each side of her head, trapping her. With pleasure, he noticed that the little rabbit didn’t look nearly as terrified today. More progress. He rewarded himself with a kiss, soft and wet and hot, only his mouth touching, since if his hands landed on her, he’d probably take her right there against the truck.

  Drawing back, he smiled at her dazed eyes and wet lips and said, “Aside from needing to do that, I thought I would take you out for supper.”

  “Supper?” Her hands were on his chest, and she snatched them off as if she’d committed some crime.

  “Beth, I like your hands on me,” he said. “Put them back.” He waited until her delicate fingers curled over his shoulders. He recalled how pretty her wrists looked in cuffs, how she pulled at the restraints while he... Hell.

  He cleared his throat. “Supper. You have to eat—and eat more than you’ve been doing, I might add—and I’m hungry. There’s an Italian place just down the road, one where we won’t look too out of place in work clothes.”

  “Food.” Her mind was obviously not on that kind of hunger. The way she looked at his mouth then away, her hands stroking his muscles, the dilation of her pupils... She wanted him whether she knew it or not. His temperature shot up at least ten degrees. Just how fast would she run if he took her up on that unconscious invitation?

  But he didn’t want her running; she was just beginning to trust him. A little.

  “Yes, food.” He squeezed the nape of h
er neck. “You aren’t ready to be alone with me, so we’re going to go have supper. Now.” Before he ripped off her shorts and buried himself inside her so deep and hard that she wouldn’t walk for a week.

  As if she could hear him, her blue-green eyes widened, and she swallowed. “All right.” Her voice came out husky, reminding him of how it sounded after she’d come.

  He moved her away from her truck, pushed her in front of him, and swatted her trim little ass to keep her moving. “Good. My truck is over there.”

  * * * * *

  As they were led to a table at the Italian place, Beth noticed the enthusiastic greetings Nolan received from several waitresses. He obviously came here often, and no woman would easily forget him.

  He held Beth’s chair, then took a seat across from her. She could see what the waitresses saw. A formidable man. His blue work shirt didn’t disguise the powerful muscles underneath, and the top buttons were open revealing his corded neck. The man simply radiated force, his bearing supremely self-confident. Many of the Doms changed when outside of the scene, away from their club. Not him. This was not a good old boy, but a forceful, dangerous man.

  Her heart missed a beat when his gaze met hers. He smiled slowly. “Relax, sugar, there’s no bar top here to decorate.”

  She flushed from her toes to her face. Was this what a hot flash would feel like in twenty years? God.

  The waitress handed them menus, managing to touch Sir’s hand as she did. Beth’s teeth clamped together as unexpected jealousy snapped through her like a rubber band.

  They ordered. He frowned and added a side dish to hers. As the waitress bustled away, he leaned back and studied Beth. “I know you run a yard service. What kind of work does that entail?”

  She looked into his face, amazed to see real interest. Oh, he really shouldn’t leave himself open that way. She launched into a description of maintenance, of weeding and mowing and trimming, of planning and design. Rather than looking bored, he asked another question. And another. Their salads came, and she dug in, actually hungry for a change.

 

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