by Raine Miller
“Open up and let me see you.”
I didn’t hesitate as I bent my left leg at the knee and slid my foot over, and then repeated the same with the right leg. A feeling of immense pleasure washed through my body at the command he’d just given me coupled with the equally intense desire to let myself be taken into his care.
To give myself up to someone.
To Ivan.
He focused on my body, his eyes darting over what I’d just put on display at his request. “You have such a pretty pussy, Gabrielle. Almost as beautiful as your tits.” He grinned devilishly and licked his lips slowly. “I said ‘almost’ because I don’t think anything can compare to these,” he said as he took a hold of a breast in each hand and squeezed. Hard.
I arched and gasped at the sharp jolt that flew through me, coming undone by the combination of the praise that he thought me beautiful tempered with the rough treatment. He soothed my nipples with firm sucking pulls until I was a writhing mess and soaking wet for him.
One hand made its way to between my legs and teased my clit with little pinches while his mouth continued to ravage my nipples. I welcomed the pulses that started to bring me toward what was bound to be a spectacular orgasm.
He stilled his hand. “Not yet, kitten. I own when you can come, and I want you begging me for it this time. I’ll tell you when.” He slid two fingers inside and stroked in and out before curling them up into my sweet spot and tugging.
“Ahhh,” I moaned, struggling to follow his command, the pleasure building forward again.
“You’re very wet for me, kitten. I love how you’re all soaking wet.” He increased the pace of his fingers and the pressure on my G spot so that the climax would come on quickly.
Kitten? It was a crazy thought to pop in my head in the moment of exactly what we were doing, but I realized I loved the sound of it rolling off his talented tongue. Sexy, yet adoring. God! It had to be straight up Playboy-Bunny-era-sexism for Ivan to be using a name like ‘kitten’ on me, but it was official, just about everything this man did turned me on and triggered my sexual buttons. Every last one of them.
There was no doubt he knew what he was doing.
Ivan’s knowledge of a woman’s body was something I didn’t want to dwell upon, but in this moment made me supremely grateful he possessed. I floated along and let him take me to the mountain peak, mindful that he had yet to give me permission to come.
Oh God, I’m going to die.
At least it would be a pleasurable death.
I was already addicted to his touch on my skin, his natural scent, the weight of him when he was on top of me. I’d been wary of Ivan before for this very reason. I’d known that I’d want him too much. Wanting something too much had been my problem before, and even I could recognize how I was slipping back into the temptations of allowing my physical desires to rule me. It was me being reckless, taking risks.
But hell, it felt so damn good with him I couldn’t deny what I wanted so desperately.
I nearly screamed when he took his fingers away. My eyes flared open in protest. But Ivan was right there looking determined and watching me. “I know you want to come, but when you do it will be at the end of my cock. I’ll be in you.”
Yes. Please.
He was already sheathing himself while he said the words to me, the anticipation causing me to shudder at how he would feel again. I’d had the experience of him inside me now of course, but not nearly enough. I needed another reminder. Or ten.
He mounted up, gripping my shins and bending me at the knees to make his way. He had me spread so open and exposed I felt the flush of embarrassment when I saw him looking me over. But the expression in his beautiful eyes quickly snubbed out any embarrassment on my part and replaced it with white hot desire. Ivan liked what he saw and made that very clear. I could also tell this was an enactment of his kink. He wanted me restrained and spread out for him. It was what he liked.
But this was the thing. I liked it too.
When he sank his cock into me I let out a low keening moan of abandon, totally unable to keep quiet. He filled me up roughly, but it was exactly what I needed from him. Rough, hard, drilling penetrations that heated me from the inside out. I wanted to feel, and somehow Ivan made it all work so that was possible. He knew what to do, how to touch me, what to say to me in order to make it happen—to make me feel again. The painful grip on the back of my thighs, holding me open. The deep, hard strokes pounding as far into me as he could go. The harsh look on his face as he took what he wanted.
Ravishment all the way.
“That’s it, kitten, take it—take it all,” he grunted on deep slides as he fucked me closer to the orgasm I so desperately wanted. With every slide of his heavy cock, positioned just perfectly to drag against my clit, Ivan knew how to fuck a woman properly.
I pleaded with him using my eyes, struggling to hold back the rush of the climax before it passed me onto the place where I wouldn’t be able to suppress it no matter his command to wait for his permission.
He drilled me with his eyes burning green fire as his long hard cock did the same to my body, pushing into me so deeply I began to shake uncontrollably from the building pleasure.
“You ready to come?” he asked roughly, his voice thick with lust as he continued to fuck me relentlessly.
“Yeeeees!” I moaned desperately, barely able to answer as I clenched around him.
“Then come, but make sure you scream my name. I want to hear it shouted from your pretty mouth when you get there.”
“I am there!”
“Then you know what to do—”
His eyes flared wide and he lost his words as I convulsed into the most spectacular orgasm of my life. I choked out his name more than once, doing my best to meet his request, but couldn’t be sure because it had been so long for me…submitting like I was with him right now. Allowing him to dominate and control me during sex. I succumbed to the intensity of the pleasure he gave me and struggled to hold onto reality. I wasn’t super successful either because I was long out of practice. I got blissfully lost in the moment. It was so good.
I realized that Ivan came with me when I felt the sting of his bite at the base of my neck, his teeth surely marking me as he thrust hard and deep into me a last few times to finish. I could feel the aftershocks of his cock jerking inside me, my vaginal muscles clutching and gripping him as my own rush flowed along. I didn’t want it to be over, and yet it was.
We both breathed deeply and said nothing. He replaced his teeth with his warm tongue and soothed over the place where he’d bitten. He thrust lazily, still inside me and found my mouth, invading with his tongue there as he kissed me long and slow. In no hurry to stop, he just kissed me thoroughly, his cock still buried, filling me up with as much of him as I could be.
I knew one thing.
Ivan had made me forget for the first time. And for that reason alone, he was unique among all of the men I’d known since I’d fallen from grace.
Ivan seemed almost restless if I had to put a name to it. Just before reaching up to untie my hands he looked longingly at me as he pulled himself slowly out of my body. He stayed on top of me though, still holding power over me with that searching expression he had sometimes as he rubbed first one wrist and then the other. Very gentle and caring touches that comforted me and helped me to believe I could trust him. I had no idea what he was thinking but figured he would tell me if he wanted me to know. I had enough to think about on my own. Things like… ‘what just happened here?’ or even more critical, ‘what now?’
I didn’t have to worry for long because he told me.
“Would you like a tour?” he asked in that way of his that made it extremely difficult for anyone to say no. Charm came easy to Ivan and I could see how he used it to his advantage. I had to watch and learn if I had any hope of coming out of this experience in one piece.
“Of your art collection? Yes, of course.” I was as
suming this was what he referred to, considering we’d done nothing even remotely art related since he’d brought me here under the guise of evaluating his paintings. Hah! I’d done some evaluating all right, but it had nothing to do with art. The ‘art of sex’ maybe. If his painting collection stacked up against his skills in the bedroom, then I was going to have a hard time resisting coming back to Donadea. Who was I kidding? I’d never be able to resist coming back when I knew he wanted me here, plus the promise of uncovering art treasures that had been hidden away since God only knew, if the small sample of what I’d glimpsed from moving around his house was anything to go on then I was in for the motherlode.
“I thought I’d take you outside first if you don’t mind.” He smiled and gave me a peck on the lips before sitting up on the side of the bed. His body was a thing of male beauty to look at as he sat looking down at me. His sculpted back curved in my direction while his hips faced away and out of sight. Now he’s being modest? Ivan’s physique was on the larger side but his muscles were lean rather than bulky. Beautiful. I resisted the urge to reach out and touch him. Anywhere would do—arm, thigh, shoulder, ass—all were good places to start if you asked me.
“I’d like that actually, and Mr. Finnegan said he had my clothes from last time so I don’t have to wear my dress from the wedding,” I told him while pulling the sheet in from the side to cover my nakedness. I suddenly felt extremely vulnerable lying exposed and bare in his bed.
He stilled my hand to prevent me. “No, lovely thing, don’t ever hide yourself from me when we are behind the door.” His hand moved to a breast and covered it before finding the nipple and giving it a tight pinch. The sharp sting forced a soft pleasurable moan from between my lips. “And that is exactly the reason right there. The sexy sound you gave me just now? I want to enjoy you and hear more of those sounds coming out of your mouth when I touch you.” He smiled down at me, just one side of his mouth curling up. “And look at your beautiful body with my eyes. And to have you give to me your complete trust. I won’t ever do anything you don’t want me to do.” His eyes flicked up and down the length of my body with purpose and appreciation. “All I can see is an incredibly beautiful creature who, I think,” he paused with emphasis, “understands what I’d like from her.”
Wow. He had no trouble expressing his desires. In a way, his directness relieved me. It was honest. The only way I could operate anymore. He’d said he wanted me submissive when we fuck. The ‘when we fuck’ was key to his request. It was also the only time I would consider such a thing. Yeah, I’d learned that lesson the hard way.
“I understand, Ivan,” I said, realizing he needed a gesture of consent from me. “I know what you are asking of me.”
“And?” His expression didn’t change beyond the raising of an eyebrow and a slight tilt of his head.
“I agree,” I said softly, steadying myself to tell him the rest, “so long as you understand that the submission happens behind the door for me. It won’t ever cross over into the rest of my life, or my work. During sex is the only time I feel the desire—when I like giving up the control. The only time.”
I watched Ivan’s eyes flare before going dark and predatory. He leaned down further and boxed me in, his hands planted firmly on the bed, even with my shoulders like a panther about to spring. A gorgeous wild panther I wanted to pet and lick. I could feel the body heat radiating off him and smell the sex in the air from what we’d been doing for most of the day. And in spite of all the orgasms he’d already given to me in that time, I could still be aroused by him, as evidenced by the delicious shiver that rolled through me from him devouring me with his gorgeous green eyes. His effect upon me sexually was immense, and I was certain he knew it.
His harsh expression softened. “Perfect answer, kitten. Now I think I’ll have a shower and dress myself before I start thinking about what else I might like to do with you behind the door. I really would like you to see more of my home than just this bedroom.” He gave me a final thorough kiss to my lips, and also a lick and a suck to each of my breasts, murmuring, “Such spectacular tits,” before pulling away and boasting a pleased grin on his handsome face.
I suppose my agreement to be submissive “when we fuck” had made his day.
He was still grinning smugly when he sauntered into the bathroom after that snazzy little speech, his tight bare ass looking mighty fine from my view as I tilted my head to admire. What a gorgeous man he was, and amazingly he didn’t act like most guys who knew they were hot, and tried to pull off being artificially humble. Ivan just behaved like a man who was completely comfortable in his own skin.
A confident and easy man.
Must be nice, I thought—with a bit of envy thrown in—to feel so confident.
As I got up from his bed and drew on the silk smoking jacket he’d gifted to me, I decided I wouldn’t tell him that his habit of calling me ‘kitten’ had a very nice effect on me. Mr. Everley would just have to work for the right to that knowledge.
~from My Lord…coming soon~
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Raine has been reading romance novels since she picked up that first Barbara Cartland paperback at the tender age of thirteen. She thinks it was The Flame is Love from 1975. And it's a safe bet she'll never stop reading romance novels because now she writes them too. Granted, Raine's stories are edgy enough to turn Ms. Cartland in her grave, but to her way of thinking, a tall, dark and handsome hero never goes out of fashion. Never! A former teacher turned full-time writer of sexy romance stories, is how she fills her days. Raine has a prince of a husband, two brilliant sons, and two very bouncy Italian Greyhounds to pull her back into the real world if the writing takes her too far away. Her sons know she likes to write stories but have never asked to read any. (Thank God) She loves to hear from readers and chat about the characters in her books. You can connect with Raine on Facebook at Raine Miller Romance Readers or visit her website at www.RaineMiller.com to sign up for email updates and see what's coming soon.
