by Anya Summers
Jesse groaned as Lucy removed the gates of hell from his dick. Blood surged, his cock jolted, and he damn near came as the last rung was removed.
"Since you've been the best little sub, I'm going to give you a reward. You get to come in my mouth."
And then she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. She expertly tongued him, swishing her tongue around the flared head, sliding down over the vein, and then she took him all the way in, deep throating him in one smooth stroke. He tried not to come, tried thinking of anything else but what Lucy was doing to his cock.
He looked down, watching her head, her fiery red curls spilling about her golden shoulders as her mouth bobbed up and down his length. She was giving him the blowjob of his life as she hollowed her cheeks and moved faster over his tortured flesh. Whatever she wanted from him, he would give her. His sac tightened, his cock engorged further, and he felt the scorching liquid of his release as it blasted off like a rocket leaving earth's atmosphere.
"Ahhh," he roared, his hips bucking wildly, thrashing underneath her as she swallowed his cum.
Lucy didn't release his dick, just kept sucking on him like he was her favorite flavor of Popsicle treat she couldn't get enough of. When his spasms and shuddering subsided, he thought she'd move on to some new torture. He was both right and wrong at the same time. She never stopped giving him head, working his body back into a frenzy until he was stiffly erect and crooning her name between gasps.
"Please, Mistress," he begged as he attempted to thrust his hips into her retreating mouth.
"Ah, ah, ah, this one," she gripped his dick, "is for me."
He reclined his head back, it was either that or he would fall over. He whimpered when he spied the foil wrapper in her hands. She ripped the package open with her teeth, discarding the foil. Then her delicate hands, which were such a contradiction, covered his length with the condom. They could deliver the gentlest caress and the cruelest twist to his balls all between one breath and the next.
She straddled him so that her back and fucking killer ass, which he would love nothing more than to grab onto, were in his line of sight. She positioned his dick at the apex of her cunt and he groaned. Then she thrust, and his world boiled down to the Valkyrie goddess riding his cock like she was mastering a mustang. The beautiful line of her back arched as she undulated her hips, slamming her pussy down over his cock. With his hands behind his head, he could only rock his hips in time with hers.
The vibrations from the plug combined to heighten his lust, ratcheting his desire higher. Then she surprised him further when she leaned forward, canting her hips as she rode him, then put her hand between his legs. She rolled his balls between her hands, stroked her fingers against his perineum, all while her hips thrust in rapid succession over his cock.
He could do nothing but enjoy, mindless with the fucking she was giving him. This was the first time he had ever neared a completion when his hands were not on the steering wheel, not moving and positioning a woman for better access to her channel. Over and over, she undulated her hips. He grunted as she increased the tempo. Felt her fingers between them and knew she was rubbing her clit while she rode him into oblivion. She was keening and moaning over him, and he could tell her own climax neared.
It was that image. What it must look like her rubbing herself as she took his cock inside her to the hilt that made everything inside him explode like a supernova. He growled and moaned as the white light exploded behind his closed lids. His teeth gritted as his cock surged and jerked beneath her. Then he felt her tissues clamp around his cock as her release came screaming out of her lips and her back bowed before him.
She rode him until the last faint whispers of her orgasm trailed off into the night. Lucy shifted on his lap, turning until she was facing him. She unlatched his wrists from the Velcro restraints and claimed his lips. She didn't fight him this time when his arms surrounded her and he pulled her close as he drank from her lips.
If he wasn't careful, Jesse was going to lose something he never thought he'd give a woman. She settled over him, holding him close, as neither one seemed bent on letting go of the other just yet.
Chapter 9
Lucy glared at the clock on the nightstand. Two in the morning. Sometime after their rather incredible session, she and Jesse had limply moved from the couch over to the bed. She could count on one hand the number of times in her life she had ever allowed a man to sleep in the same bed with her. Jesse had two of those three nights.
What was it about him that made her relax, made her think that she didn't have to worry around him?
She shifted in an effort to put a little distance between them. His arms locked around her and he pulled her tight.
"Why aren't you asleep?" he asked on a sleepy yawn, his deep voice shivering through her as he kissed her brow. His lips felt more like a brand against her skin. What was it about a deep, male, bedroom voice, thick with sleep and residual lust that instantly turned a woman's panties wet? Or in this case, just made her wet, since she was currently without a stitch on.
She shifted and glanced up at him, his face shadowed by the moonlight streaming in the windows.
"Um, hi."
He chuckled. "I like seeing you this way."
"What way is that?" She started to stiffen but then his calloused hand trailed down her back, sending up shivers along her spine.
"Flustered. I don't think I've ever seen you looking so soft and downright fuckable."
"Oh, well." She flushed. It was just about the sex. As soon as he had had his fun walking on the submissive side, he would walk, period.
So why did every fiber of her being want to get to know him more? Her tired brain and nerves under his intense stare made her fumble for a distraction. "I must admit I don't know anything about you other than your first name. Tell me something."
He hesitated as he seemed to choose his next words with careful aplomb. "Jesse Terrence Noble, formerly of Shreveport, Louisiana. I drive Formula One racers for a living. Or I did, until recently."
"Why until recently?"
"I crashed during an important qualifying race and can't seem to bring myself to get in the cockpit again. You?"
"That's horrible. Were you hurt?" Her glance ran over his impeccable body.
"No." His face became even more shrouded. "What about you, Lucy?"
"Well, it's not life in the fast lane, but I'm an accountant. Spreadsheets, numbers and balances are my life." Lucy didn't want to go into detail about her position or firm. It was a stupid overprotective thing on her part, she knew, but after Jason's interference at the start of her career, she didn't need anyone else attempting to screw her over.
"So tell me why you're dominant. I'm just curious," Jesse said rather nonchalantly, but it made her want to back pedal out of his arms.
"Why, because I'm a woman?" That was typical Neanderthal logic.
"Yes. Don't get me wrong, I've been in the lifestyle long enough that I've known my fair share of Dommes, but you're the first who, in my recollection, ever chose to dally with a Dom. So admittedly, I'm curious about you."
"So you want to know my back story?"
He nodded. "Yes."
"You first, sub." She held her breath as she watched the shadowed interplay across his face. "Why are you, a Dom, choosing to submit?"
"Since my accident, everything in my life has changed. Things that used to thrill me leave me feeling empty. Believe me, if there was anything I could do to resurrect the old me, I would. But I think a part of me died on the track that day, and I don't know that he's ever coming back. I've tried dominating a couple subs and just can't rise to the occasion, as it were. Your challenge, to submit to you, has made me feel alive for the first time in months."
"Jesus, Jesse, just how bad was this crash of yours? I didn't find any scars." Her heart fluttered in her chest at his words. He knew how to deflate her self-righteous posturing with a simple jab to the heart. She was concerned about how much his words thrilled
her. He needed her.
"You wouldn't find any external ones, they are all internal. Okay, enough about why I'm submitting. What about you?"
This was something she never liked to share but since he had been so forthcoming with his wounds, she would give him the neutered version of hers.
"My mom died giving birth to me. Some type of complication where she hemorrhaged and they weren't able to stop the bleeding.
"Well, my dad was not an easy man. He drank, a lot, and would beat me for any infraction no matter how small it was. When I was five, social services took me out of the home and put me into foster care. My foster parents were great; they were everything parents should be and more. When the state fully stripped custody away from my father, my foster parents adopted me.
"But the damage had been done. I think I suffered too much abuse at his hands—so much that it shaped my life. I can't give someone else control in anything I do. It's one of the reasons why I have worked so hard at my job that I have very few superiors above me. I cannot abide not being in control. It clams me up inside.
"I went a lot of years thinking that I was broken. Abuse will do that to you. Once I started dating in high school and college, I could tell from the get go that I was different than my peers. The first time I had sex, in missionary of course, because we were both too young to know any other positions, I had a panic attack. It scared the hell out of the guy I was seeing. He broke up with me the following day. Not that I blame him. His girlfriend all but freaked out during sex." She paused momentarily as the memory of that night swamped her. The unholy fear that had made her scream and beat against his chest. She gave herself a mental shake and then continued.
"It was during therapy in college that I finally discussed my abhorrence for sex in the traditional sense. My therapist was a very forward thinking woman who had suffered some similar experiences and suggested I may want to investigate other sexual practices. I'd never heard of BDSM until she uttered the words, but my curiosity was piqued and she gave me reading material to explore whether it was for me or not. After I found a few clubs in college, I finally understood what I needed in the bedroom.
"So you see, I have to be in control," Lucy finished, worrying her bottom lip. She'd told him far more than she had intended. More than she'd told anyone, including Zoey. Lucy wondered what was going through Jesse's head as she finished her diatribe.
He surprised her yet again when he released her and put his hands behind his head, rolling over and lying supine on his back.
"Do your worst, Mistress," he murmured.
She'd expected gentle coddling or pity, his act of submission brought tears to her eyes. He didn't question or condemn her; just flipped onto his back, with an 'if this is what you need, have at it' attitude. She blinked back her tears as she rose up and straddled his waist. Taking his face between her hands, she stared into his eyes, the shadowed light from the moon playing havoc on his features, making his expression near impossible to read.
Lucy kissed Jesse with all the pent up emotions that had been unleashed in their discussion. She sucked on his lower lip, and then tangled her tongue with his in a heated duel that shook her to her core. Instead of restraints, she'd make him control himself.
"Keep your hands behind your head," she murmured as she trailed kisses down his neck.
"Yes, Mistress." He hissed when she bit down on his nipple.
She stroked her hands over his chest, taking a leisurely stroll across his beautiful body. His muscles were whipcord lean, quaking underneath her caress. She tested the firmness of his pectorals, scratching her nails through the tuft of hair covering them. She was so glad he wasn't one of those pretty boys who shaved their chest hair off. It was a damn bleeding shame. She enjoyed the feel of the springy whirls as they tapered down over his torso into a small line. His abs were taut, and quivered as she stroked her hands over the contours, following them with her mouth, placing open mouthed kisses with tiny flicks of her tongue, reveling in the musky taste of him.
She moved lower, avoiding his cock, wanting to save that bad boy for the last of her explorations. Lucy shifted until she was near his feet, giving each of his legs the same treatment. She wanted to learn every inch of his body. She scraped her nails over the insides of his thighs and it earned her a shuddering groan.
By the time she hovered near his cock, a fine sheen of sweat coated his body. Then she cradled his balls in her hands. Rolling them, loving how heavy they were, she bent and sucked one into her mouth, smiling at Jesse's garbled cry of ecstasy. She moved to its twin, sucking hard.
When she moved her hands to his thick erection, sliding them around the base, Jesse arched up into her hand. She took him into her mouth. His wide cock stretched her mouth as she drew him in deep. He strained and gasped beneath her. Not once did he move his hands from behind his head, seemingly perfectly content to give himself into her hands. His surrender drove her own need higher. She wanted to make him come harder than he ever had, give him a climax and release that would make him whimper in completion.
Lucy grabbed a foil packet from the nightstand and covered his length before she hovered over him. She lined his cock up with the entrance to her pussy. In a single thrust, she seated herself to the hilt over him. Using his chest to balance herself, she set up a rhythm with her hips, canting back and forth in a roll. Jesse's biceps bulged as he fought to reach for her.
To help him out she put her hands on them, gripping the taut muscles. This forward position brought her near his face so she could watch the interplay of emotions cross his face as she rode him.
She needed more force, desired his hands on her, which was a first. She stilled and moved his hands from behind his head to her hips.
"Don't move them anywhere else. Understood?" she asked as she constricted her Kegels around his cock.
"Yes, Mistress." He groaned, fingers digging into her flesh in an almost brutal manner. And then he was helping her ride him. His strokes plundered her depths in a brutal hammering fashion. Her own need clawed at her with each undulation of her hips.
He thrust his hips and she met him with each stroke. But then she wanted to be closer to him, needed to be. She grabbed his hands from her waist, pushing them back into the mattress above his head and she leaned forward, never losing her grip, lacing her fingers with his.
His grip on her hands was made of iron as they stared into each other's eyes. Lucy felt his heartbeat thump in time with hers as they thrust and writhed and plunged over the precipice together. Lucy's climax hit and she kept her focus on Jesse's eyes, feeling her soul bleed into his and his into hers as he reached his own release.
When the tremors finally ceased, Lucy melted over Jesse with a contented sigh. She didn't even fight or move away when his arms circled her, holding her to him like she was precious.
With her head on his chest, listening to his heart, Lucy thought it was a very good thing she didn't allow herself to fall in love. Otherwise, she'd be in a very bad spot indeed.
Chapter 10
Jesse left Lucy all curled up in bed. The glorious Valkyrie just as gorgeous when she was asleep as she was when she was awake. He was more than a little worried after last night. He shut the door quietly behind him and made his way up to his room on the fourth floor.
The last thing he needed was to get emotionally involved with Lucy. But after last night, he knew he was already walking a hazy line. His normal Dom tendency to protect what he considered his had reared its damn head after their last bout of sex. He mourned for the little girl who had known nothing but a horrible nightmare in her early years. And something told him she hadn't given him all of the story. Not that he had told the whole truth, either—hardly the ideal beginning if they were going to have a true Dominant/submissive relationship. Jesse didn't even know if he could submit long term. Sure, in the interim, as he attempted to put his life back together, it was great. But how would he feel, six months from now, or a year? Because he could totally see himself with Lucy.
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br /> She had a wicked sense of humor, knew how to laugh and play—which, from the hard start she'd gotten in life, was a testament to her spirit—drove him absolutely wild whenever she laid a hand on him, and had begun clawing her way inside his chest. He had wanted to protect her last night, to cuddle her and make all her sorrows go away so that he could see her saucy grin. He'd fought himself, his urges to protect his woman, and had relented all control up to her.
"Well hello, Master," a vivacious voice from his past murmured behind his shoulder. He swore internally as he swiveled to find Veronica. She was as beautiful as ever, looking just like a Swedish cover model, and wore nothing but a burgundy negligée that stopped just below her rear. She had always liked putting herself on display. It was something that had drawn him to her in the first place. That and her mile long legs. Except any sexual attraction he felt for her, had been another life. In the clear light of day, unimpeded by drugs and alcohol, her edges were just a bit too sharp for his liking anymore. He far preferred rounded curves and hair the color of a fiery sunset.
"I'm not your Master, Veronica. Please do not call me that." It irked him that she was here; spoiling the first good mood he'd had in months.
She pouted in what was probably, in her mind, a come hither glance. "Pew, haven't you missed me? I've been waiting for you to come back to Monaco."
"Veronica, we were never that serious, you knew that. I'm sorry if you thought it was different than that, but I can't be with you." Veronica represented all the trappings of his old life. None of it, of who he used to be before the accident, held any appeal for him. Hell, even if FIA only issued a suspension instead of a lifetime ban, he wasn't certain he could ever return. That little nugget made his hackles rise as Veronica whined and rubbed up against him.
"Well, maybe…"
He despised whiners. And he didn't like that her touch tainted Lucy's scent on him. Sleeping with Veronica had been a mistake, in the long list of mistakes he'd made in his life before the accident. Jesse cut her off, removed her hands from his chest. "No. I don't want you. I'm sorry, but you shouldn't have come here."
