by Yvette Hines
Pinching the condom, she set it on the tip of his shaft and pressed it over the head. He figured she would continue to slide it down so that they could get on with the business of sex. Instead she shocked him and pulled a groan from his chest as she leaned forward and placed her mouth around the crown and started sucking.
Up and down her head bobbed as she used her lips, tongue and her teeth to help roll down the prophylactic.
“Shit! Baby doll, that feels damn good.” He couldn’t take his gaze off of her talented mouth.
On and on, she continued sucking, licking and covering his hard length; protecting them both.
Damn, if he didn’t stop her soon, he’d need another condom because he would finish inside this one by the skill of her mouth. That’s not going to happen. “Enough!”
He grabbed her shoulders and moved her away.
She sat back on her heels, her lips swollen but still perfectly painted red. There was a deep flush to her cheeks, a glow of pleasure, he hoped not only from her own climax but that she had enjoyed stimulating him as well.
However, it was the adoring, trusting looking reflected in her eyes that were enough to unman him and swell his chest with pride. It honored him to know that in some way she trusted him to keep them both safe and take them to a combined ecstasy. Anything more that his soul was feeling he ignored it for the time being; he needed to keep this night on the physical only.
Lifting her from the floor, he brought her up to straddle his lap as he kissed her. Taking position of her mouth, he buried his hands in her hair and kissed her deep. She returned his kiss with just as much zeal.
Parting his mouth from hers, he took hold of his cock and guided it between the lips of her sex until he was settled at her opening. Perfectly position between her wide thighs, he gripped her hips and pressed slowly inside. As much as he wanted to thrust forward and seat himself deep, he refused to deny them both the new sensation of him entering her.
Her pussy was deliciously tight. It took him more than a few moments to work himself in and out of her sex to sit fully enclosed in her heated walls. Once he was there, they both sighed, an echo of their pleasure filling the room as they began rocking against each other.
The tension continued to build between them, and a healthy sheen of sweat coated both of their chests, but even as the enjoyment kept them close to the edge of completion he could feel something not completely right.
Even as she trembled, thrashed and all the signs of an impending orgasm were there it wasn’t happening for her.
Tilting his head back he stared into the face of the woman riding him insistently, keeping his cock nice and hard, he noticed something in her return gaze. Pleading?
His mind questioned what he was seeing, that perhaps he was mistaken. However, deep inside he recalled where he’d seen that same look on her face; features strained, eyes wide, luminous with an unfulfilled need. Something unspoken. Something not asked.
Then it struck him like a bull in a china shop. The Strong Blends’ dungeon. The night he’d been there cruising the edges of scenes he’d witnessed that look on the face of all the subs bound to various equipment. It was the expectation that pleasure was on the brink and needing their Dom to take them their and permit them to release.
China Doll was a part of that world. She lived in that lifestyle. For some reason she’d come here with him tonight, a man who was completely removed from all things norm to her, but as determined as she probably was to keep the two things separate he could feel it wasn’t going to be possible for her.
If he wanted this night to be more than about him getting off, he’d have to ensure she had what she needed.
“Please…” she whimpered softly. The word so light he barely heard it.
On instinct, Brad took hold of her arms, pulling them behind her back in his grip, firm enough that she couldn’t break loose, but not enough to hurt her. He dragged her back, with nothing but his hold to keep her from toppling to the floor. The position placed her sex halfway up his shaft, giving him enough room to thrust his hips up and take command of their satisfaction.
Pumping hard, over and over again as he fucked her. Not allowing her any freedom, no space to move or escape, he drove her to the gates of paradise. Drove them both.
He admitted somewhere in the back of his mind that he’d never been more turned on in his life as this moment, watching this woman orgasm under his control.
“Come for me,” he commanded.
And come she did. Screaming and bucking against him, one orgasm bled into another. Her cream ran from her body and over his. He reveled in it, knowing he’d brought her to this point.
When he came, it was shook his core and rent something inside of him, something he was too afraid to discover. In some way, he knew he was forging a new path from himself, with this woman.
“What’s your name?” Mindless sex with an unknown woman was one thing, but with so much more happening between them on another level he needed to know who she was.
“China Do—”
“Your name,” he growled. This wasn’t some scene for him or play.
Those warm amber eyes cleared, passion secondary to the seriousness of the moment. “Gabriella.”
“Gabriella…” He enjoyed the feel of her name on his tongue. “This isn’t over.”
~YH~
Gabriella found herself rolled onto her back with the big, strong man above her and now holding her hands above her head, still in his secure grip. She wasn’t afraid. Physical strength didn’t scare her. She’d had small, thin Doms that had been vicious in their play, battling with their own egos and attempting to take it out on her. She’d ended those relationships quickly. She was no one’s psychological whipping block.
Their pace was slower now, as he rotated his hips, grinding deep into her. However, the intensity had not decreased.
“My name is Brad. Say it.”
When she first met him, he had seemed kind and unassuming. Maybe that’s why she’d used him that night and why she thought she could come here tonight and keep it just nameless sex. However, he’d changed that. Hell, he’d changed.
During their last bout, everything began to cross, muddle, become confusing as the lines between China Doll and Gabriella’s existence started to blur. She’d wanted this man’s considerate nature, however, at the same time needed him to dominate her. This man. Never had that happened before. She’d been able to keep sex and dominance on to separate ends of the spectrum of her life.
He’d altered that somehow.
“Brad.” Brad had altered her reality and when this night was over she didn’t know how she was going to deal.
“Say it again,” he growled and stroked deep into her and squeezed her breast.
“Brad,” she called out, arching her back. This man was robbing her of her thoughts, breath and control.
He was dominating her with his touch, his voice and his cock. And her body was rejoicing in it. She could feel the next climax barreling down on her.
She attempted to hold it off, knowing that she would be ruined for anyone else if she let go. She needed to maintain a small piece of sanity. Didn’t she?
As if sensing her tenuous restraint, Brad lowered the hand from her breast and slipped it between their bodies until he reached her clit.
“No, no…” the single word tripped over her tongue. She couldn’t keep hold of that small thread that was thinning by the second if he touched her.
Disregarding her cry, his fondled her clit, pressed and plucked it. He was the maestro of her ecstasy. He fucked and played her pussy until she cried out, begging for him to give her the satisfaction she truly craved.
The thread snapped. “Please, Sir, can I come, pleeeeasse?”
“Fuck.” His voice was filled with surprise but he didn’t stop stroking and thrusting. “Yes.”
At the sound of that single word, permission, approval, her thighs clinched his hips as her world became a kaleidoscope of pleasure.
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br /> Through the haze of her own climax, she felt him reach his. His body shuddered on top as his cock twitched inside of her.
With a growl, he buried his face in her neck as he kept his weight on his forearms, not crushing her.
They stayed like that for a long moment, both of them taking in large gulps of air to fill depleted lungs.
When he rolled away from her and removed the remainder of his clothes, that she forgot he still wore, her mind tried to formulate a plan to leave.
This has been nice. Or. Next time you’re in town look me up.
However, when he stood, gazed down at her with those dark brown eyes and held his hand out to her, she took it.
He led her into the bathroom. There he turned on the shower and discard the condom then removed her heels and thigh highs. Turning her toward the mirror, he stepped behind her and pulled her hair back and braided it into a single braid. He used the clip of her flower to pin it at the back of her head.
When her shocked gaze met his in the mirror, he simple said, “I have a younger sister.”
When they climbed into the large, but fully glass enclosed stall she experience the most sensual bath she’d ever had.
They didn’t talk. Brad just filled his hand with liquid soap and bathed her body from neck to her feet, not missing a single area. Her body was humming, but Brad kept his touch firm, but light enough not to take her to the brink of desiring another orgasm.
She returned the favor to him.
Even though they didn’t speak there seemed to be another level of communication between them; one that didn’t need spoken words. Once they were both clean, Brad dried them and walked her back into the bedroom. He pulled the comforter and sheet back, she got in then he crawled in behind her and pulled her back against his chest.
Wrapping his arm around her, he said, “Tonight, you stay with me.”
It wasn’t a question, but she answered anyway, “Okay. Tonight.” She wanted to make it clear that this one night was all she could give. All she could risk.
Gabriella didn’t know at what point she drifted off into a dreamless, peaceful sleep, but she was fully aware of being awaken by the seductive glide of Brad’s tongue along her sex. Her mind may have been in la-la land, but her body was fully alert and responsive. Her hips were lifted and rotating against his beguiling mouth.
His skilled tongue laved her throbbing, wet pussy while his hands were pressed at her knees keeping her thighs wide, leaving her available to him.
She moaned and shivered as her hands palmed his smooth head in the dark. At some point he must have shut off the room lights and only the glow from the street lamp cast away some of the shadows.
“Brad,” she called out his name as he pushed his tongue inside her and caressed her walls until her hips movements became as erratic as her breathing.
“You got it,” he said moving from her opening, licking along her slit, he sucked one labia into his mouth than feasted on the other.
She wasn’t sure how much more she could take when he latched onto her clit. Swirling around it and flicking it, he caught her in all the right, sensitive places. Soon she was tossed over the edge of an orgasm that had her clawing at the sheets.
He moved up her body, licking and kissing her skin still responsive from the climax she’d just had.
The bed shifted, a drawer opened and closed and the subtle sounds of a condom wrapper could be heard.
As he settled himself between her legs, he stared down at her.
Barely able to see his features clearly in the dim light, she could still feel the intensity of his gaze.
Entering her body gently, he cupped her face. “Who are you, Gabriella?”
She didn’t respond. She didn’t know if it was because she didn’t want to reveal her secrets or because at the moment with this man inside of her moving slowly in and out of her body, she was asking herself the same question.
He started kissing her, keeping his mouth as ginger as his tender loving.
Neither his tongue nor his cock stopped their passionate assault as his weight bore down on her fully for the first time that night. He allowed no space between them as he grinded his hips over and over into her. His thick, long cock had her breath catching every time he pressed deep. Gasping into his mouth, she suckled his tongue as it slid along her own.
Gabriella tried to stop the tears that rolled out of the corners of her eyes. They weren’t tears of pain, he wasn’t hurting her physically, but she knew, as well as she knew her own name, that his gentle dominance was her complete undoing.
He moved his lips away from hers for a brief moment, as he said, “Come with me, China Doll.”
By the time his mouth seized hers again she was climaxing. A quiet storm of pleasure showered down over her causing her body to buck beneath him. Brad’s own groan of gratification vibrated into her mouth.
Shifting away, he moved like a ghost to the bathroom. Rolling to her side, she stared out the part in the curtains, her back to the restroom. She pulled the covers up over her shoulders as her mind ran, trying to make sense of something that seemed nonsensical.
Her body was jolted lightly, as Brad lay on the bed. He pulled her into his arms, situating her form until she was laid sprawled on top of him and his hand caressed her back.
Then he started talking in low tones as his fingers stroked her. “I’m a twin, identical. I live in Baltimore and I’m a physician’s assistant. I work at a small family practice and enjoy my job. My parents live in Canada, where our father is from, and we all visit them every Easter. When I’m not hanging out with my brother, I play basketball at the community center and volunteer at the boys club. I’ve always wanted to be a big reader, however, I find myself watching more crime shows than in a book.”
She smiled, enjoying listening to him talk about himself. He kept his timbre light, like he was telling her a soothing bedtime story. In that moment, she was more relaxed than she’d ever been with any man; Dom or boyfriend.
Soon, her eyes became heavy and she lost herself in his life and drifted off to sleep.
chapter seven
“You’re not planning to just sneak away at dawn are you?” Brad stared at the beautiful woman fastening her short corset dress onto her body.
She froze and glanced up at him. Her lips were swollen, the lipstick finally faded, her face flushed and her hair was mused and in disarray around her shoulders. She looked as if she’d spent a night being well and thoroughly loved.
Sitting up against the headboard, with the sheet at his waist his heart thudded with male pride in his chest knowing he’d been the one with her last night.
Completing the final clasps, she said, “First of all, it’s almost ten in the morning. I’m not sneaking away. If you hadn’t been in such a dead sleep maybe you would have heard the phone ringing. It woke me up.” She moved around the room grabbing one stocking and then the other.
“You didn’t answer it did you?” Most likely it was Brian and he probably already had enough to answer for without having to explain the female in his room.
“No worries, darling, I don’t answer other people’s lines.” Her saucy smile was back as she stepped into her heels.
After last night, he knew that flirting attitude was just a defense she used.
Moving to the edge of the bed, he reached down for his pants and scooped them up before rising. “When can I see you again?”
Putting on her coat, she crossed the room to him. “Look, let’s not make this more than what it was. I needed someone last night and you were there. Case closed.”
He didn’t like the casual tone she used. Last night had been more than a fuck and go between them. He’d seen the sparkle of her tears in the low light and felt the connection.
Slipping his hand around to the base of her neck, he said, “I’d stay longer for you. Discover what this is between us.”
Her lids slid shut, blocking him from those lovely, expressive amber eyes.
Taking
a deep breath, she let it out slow then looked at him. “Brad, what would a few more days gain us? We’re from two different worlds. To you my lifestyle is nothing more than a freak show at the circus someone dragged you to watch.”
He dropped his hand. Her words stung him deep.
Was that how he treated her?
Was that what his sister and his best friends thought of him?
In that moment he felt guilt, ashamed. Even though a large part of him knew things were different for him. With Gabriella, because of China Doll.
Before he could formulate the words bombarding his mind, she kissed him and headed toward the door.
When she pulled the door open, he took hold of her hand, waited until she looked back at him.
“This isn’t the end for us.”
One corner of her mouth curled up; in something he could only call a heartbreaking smile then pulled her hand from his and walked away.
He stood there watching her move toward the stairs, wanting to call her name. Go after her and bring her back to his room, his bed…his arms. As she’d said, what did he have to offer her at the moment? Another toss in the sheets? What then?
But, his heart weighed in his chest, telling him to stop her from leaving. He took a step in the direction of her retreating form.
“Brad, it’s about time you awakened.”
Turning, he saw Brian exiting from the elevator and heading toward him.
Immediately, he looked back in the direction of Gabriella only to see her shove open the door and disappear.
“Well that explains why you didn’t answer your phone.” Brian patted him on the shoulder. “You decided to go to the bar anyway?”
Glancing at, Brian, he frowned, “I thought you were going to go down and listen to some music.”
Brian shoved his hands deep into his pockets, glanced down the empty hall and said, “No, decided to just hang out in my room.” Looking back at him, Brian asked, “If you changed your mind, why didn’t you call me?”
“It wasn’t like that.” Not wanted to talk about her with his brother Brad changed the subject. “Where are you coming from?”
