Elite (Elite Doms of Washington Book 1)

by Elizabeth SaFleur

  She concentrated on his caresses though driven to distraction by his large cock, prodding, iron hard and hot. So big. She couldn’t stop focusing on how this was going to work.

  “Open your legs,” he said. “Don’t move, lovely. I’m going to put my finger inside you.” Jonathan cupped her sex and dipped his finger deep into her folds. Her fingers dug into smooth wood.

  I want to move. Please let me move.

  “So wet,” he said.

  Christiana shifted under his hand, the feeling overwhelming.

  He clucked his tongue. “Still, Christiana. We’re going slow. Am I hurting you?”

  She shook her head slightly.

  Jonathan’s finger moved deeper inside, and he swirled his thumb over her clit. Ripples of sensation coursed through her whole body. She strained upward, riding the waves of sexual electricity that coursed up and down her thighs.

  She whimpered. “I want to see you.”

  “No.”

  A second finger entered and stretched her insides. She gulped more air. His probing was not quite painful but not quite right. Keep going. She spread her legs wider, one leg slipping between his knees.

  “Christiana. More?” His hot breath moved over her neck and face.

  “Don’t stop. Please.” God, she begged.

  His lips pulled into a smile against her shoulder, and she sensed a subtle shift in his energy. Though she couldn’t see his expression, she felt she had pleased him.

  Jonathan circled her sensitive nerve center. “I’m going to keep doing this until you come.” He quickened his fingers, plunged in and out. He was not gentle.

  Oh, harder.

  Jonathan covered her lips with his own. His hand plundered her most private parts while his tongue, wild and demanding, mated with her mouth.

  Harder.

  She strained and arched, unable to keep still anymore.

  He released her mouth and latched on to her breast. He gently bit her nipple and thrust his fingers inside her, impossibly deeper. Her sex convulsed around his piercing hand, and her legs twitched. Her inner muscles clamped down on his fingers, and his mouth returned to hers to swallow her cries as she came.

  The spasms subsided, but she couldn’t catch her breath. Jonathan released his kiss, and she took big gulps of air. He slipped his fingers from inside her enflamed tissues.

  Two wet fingers were stuffed into her mouth.

  “Taste yourself,” Jonathan said. Her tongue swirled around the salty flavor she’d left on his working hand. She sucked his fingers gently.

  “Mmm, that’s it, lovely. Show me how well you suck.”

  He withdrew his fingers and dragged the blindfold down her face to her neck. Twilight had turned to night outside the side window. How long had it been?

  “Very good, Christiana. That pleased me.” His hungry eyes told her he meant it. “And, you?”

  She nodded and flushed anew. She didn’t take herself for a screamer, like those women in the movies who thrashed and begged for whatever their heroes dished out. What else would she end up doing tonight? Please don’t let me humiliate myself.

  He straddled her torso. “Your body is quite responsive.”

  Christiana swallowed at the sight of Jonathan’s nude torso, ridges and planes across his abdomen. Her gaze followed the fine trail of gold hair running down his chest to his thick penis, a deep fleshy red, swelling straight forward. She knew then how a man could be called beautiful.

  “Let’s see what else you like,” he rasped.

  The tingling reaction to what she liked trickled down her labia to her butt crack. His hard cock bounced on her belly as he leaned forward to bring her arms down. He turned her palms over and rubbed the aching skin. “We’ll have to be careful with restraints, I see. You already have marks from the headboard.”

  Jonathan removed the blindfold from her neck and lifted himself off her.

  Christiana scrambled backwards to the headboard and drew her knees up, intensely aware of her nudity. But Jonathan yanked the duvet down and off the bed and drew her ankles toward him, so she slid down onto her back.

  “Trying to get away?”

  She shook her head. “No, I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

  He settled himself between her moist thighs and slid a pillow under her head. “Good, because we’ve just begun.”

  She stared at his cock and then blushed scarlet at being caught examining his impressive virility.

  He took one of her hands and brought it to his erection. She wrapped her fingers around the velvety smoothness that covered his steely length. Her hand shook—she had never seen a naked man in broad daylight. She decided pictures didn’t do it justice. Certainly her one encounter with a penis poking her in the dark didn’t come close.

  He stilled her shaky wrist. “Perhaps I should’ve kept the blindfold on.” He looked so comfortable between her legs. His confidence quieted her nerves.

  “No, I want to see everything.” She didn’t want the sight of him stolen from her.

  “Good. You have every right to look.” He inhaled abruptly. “Mmm, easy, with the fingernails. It may be hard, but it’s sensitive.”

  His strong hand encircled her fingers and moved them up to the head and down the long shaft to his balls, drawn up tight against his body. His head fell back slightly as she played with his sacks, lightly dusted in soft hair. When a long sigh left his mouth, a renewed rush of hunger took her over. She wanted this man to do things to her, things for which she didn’t even have words.

  Jonathan searched for his center of self-control, surprised such tiny fingers could elicit such a strong response. Her fingers played on his shaft. Up, down, up, down, even as she regarded him with those inquiring eyes. He also recognized the raw need behind them. How long has she needed?

  Christiana had come fiercely under his coarse treatment, meeting his impatient handling with a surprising level of arousal. Her sheath clenched tightly around his fingers when he drove her over the edge. God, what would she do to his cock?

  He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to be inside her. Driven by the excitement to claim her at last, he rolled a condom on his cock in one swift slide.

  Without a word, he lifted her knees and spread her farther apart. She didn’t resist though concern replaced the wonder in her eyes. He arrowed the head of his covered length along her creases, spreading her post-orgasmic fluid around her opening. He had enough control to make one last check before he took his fill.

  “Christiana, I’m going to fuck you.” He held her wide blue-eyed stare.

  The tacit permission of her half-nod was all he required. He met resistance, but he surged forward and breached the main muscle. His desperation to claim her completely reached a crescendo. He thrust, hard.

  His mad lust for Christiana cracked a little when she cried out underneath him. He was only half way in, yet her small hands pushed against his chest.

  Her blond hair splayed out on the pillow as she panted. Her pussy clenched him firmly, and his cock throbbed painfully, so close to possessing the girl-woman. So narrow, so hot.

  “Shhh.” He pressed soft kisses along her neck, across her cheeks and mouth. “Try to relax.”

  She whimpered, and his mind interrupted his body’s mad demand for the girl. He pulled out.

  He leaned over to the nightstand and popped open the drawer. She may have technically not been a virgin, but her inexperience meant even after her climax, they’d need more lubricant.

  After applying a thick coat of lube to his demanding cock, he gently pushed an oiled finger inside Christiana, who hadn’t moved an inch. “There you go, lovely.”

  She smiled as he stroked her insides, coating her channel.

  He hovered over her quaking body as he slipped his sheathed cock into her, an inch, two inches, more. He took her mouth, tangling his tongue with hers—so sweet and addictive. Her inner muscles released a little more.

  Jonathan lifted himself up, a sheen of perspiration left on her
chest. He hooked her smooth thigh under his arm and pushed the knee higher, opening her body more for his access. His thumb found her clitoris, and he coaxed more juices to flow. His cock slipped into her slick tunnel, further, deeper.

  She moaned and dropped her hands to his hips and pulled. She wanted him.

  “Yes, Christiana. Let me take you.”

  Christiana tried to relax around his thickness, but, even with the additional lubrication, pain gnawed on the edge of ecstasy, compromising her complete surrender. An avaricious longing fought her nervousness.

  Inside. Jonathan’s assertive thumb had added to her frenzied longing. Now nearly impaled and so close to being taken by his virile needs, Christiana rotated her hips around his cock, rocked her pelvis, desperate to ease his entry. Flames lit in his eyes, and his lips curled in response. He grabbed her hips and pulled her burning insides deeper over his cock.

  “Do you want me, Christiana?” She squirmed underneath but only nodded. “Say it.” He smacked the side of her ass cheek lightly. “Speak.”

  His lascivious craving fed her own hunger to have him, be claimed by him and his cock. “I want you,” she whispered.

  “How?”

  “Inside me.”

  “More.”

  “Deep inside me.” She needed him to take full ownership of her body.

  He drove into her core with an animal-like snarl.

  Christiana cried out as her insides pinched against the invasion. It wasn’t like anything she’d experienced before. Want more. Her arms constricted around his back, her nipples tightening. Closer. Come closer.

  “Fuck, you’re sweet,” Jonathan said into her neck. He stayed inside her for a minute, face buried in her hair—she could tell he waited, as if getting her used to the penetration. “Christiana?” His question whispered over her skin.

  Christiana clenched her inner muscles, testing and checking on her state. He felt . . . right.

  “Jonathan, please. More.”

  He seemed to understand. He pushed into her with tight strokes so deep the pressure reached her chest and up into her throat. He filled her so completely she knew she’d feel empty whenever he wasn’t buried inside her.

  He grunted with each drive forward, adding to her growing need to get him deeper. She wrapped her legs around his hips and matched his assaults, liquid heat trickling from awakened nerves.

  She heard herself moaning into his shoulder. He circled her body in a hug, raising her off the bed slightly to crush her to him. Yes, closer.

  Christiana sucked in her breath when he craned his neck down to lick her nipple and then took her breast deep into the heat of his mouth. He pulled back and nipped the firm peak only to encircle her breast with a wet sucking sound. He matched the rhythm of small bites with his thrusts, pushing her deeper into his arms and the mattress all at once.

  Jonathan’s strokes grew longer; he withdrew almost all the way and then pitched inside. His balls slapped her ass as his pelvis banged into her swollen nerve center. Bolts of pleasure spiked through her whole body. Please, don’t stop.

  He spread the lips of her labia, ground his pelvis, and ignited deeper inner nerves. Sensation shimmered through her aching pussy. Despite the sparks of pain, she’d never felt this good.

  More savage pounding raised her to yet another, higher precipice. She lay splayed open for his taking, and he took, relentlessly.

  Uncontrolled cries rose in her throat as she disintegrated into pure sensation. Her inner channel convulsed as her mind separated from her body. She heard Jonathan cry out, as if from an unimaginable distance. She felt his release pulse inside her tender flesh. Panting heavily, she suckled his shoulder and held onto his back. His hot breath moved through her hair, as he held himself over her quaking body.

  After long minutes he raised up to his elbows, putting his hands on either side of her head. “Are you okay?”

  Christiana nodded. More than okay. She knew she’d never want to be anywhere else, ever.

  13

  Jonathan paced on the outside deck and fingered his cell phone, waiting for the callback from Carson Drake. Between re-election commitments and Christiana’s training, he didn’t have time to spare. He had to unload his obligations and soon.

  Yvette’s three increasingly erratic messages since Jonathan and Christiana departed Washington reminded him of her requirement for a strong hand. Even though they’d agreed to a temporary affair, her need had grown. Now, he couldn’t leave her unattended. Left to her own devices, Yvette could make trouble for Mother Theresa in heaven. Carson would be a good replacement for him.

  He looked at his phone when it vibrated with a new text from Shane. Avery Churchill had called. She’d left a message late Friday trying to set up an appointment with him this weekend under the guise of some “fundraising opportunity.” Jonathan knew better. He’d been offered such opportunities before. The only female who now held any interest for him slept in his bed down the hallway.

  After their aggressive evening, Christiana had fallen into a deep sleep, twitching from a dream he hoped involved him lying between her legs, still vibrating from an orgasm.

  His cock tightened, remembering Christiana’s responsiveness. Her commitment wasn’t yet firm, but he was sure she could be convinced. She had not only unhesitatingly spread her creamy thighs when he asked but also matched his thrusts. He hadn’t been polite, taking her with no uncertainty, and she’d responded.

  Jonathan now knew what she needed, and he wouldn’t be anything less than that from this moment forward—a lover who understood desires her mind had yet to comprehend and express. The gift of being the man to liberate that spirit behind her cool sapphire eyes was not something he could take lightly. He would not betray the trust she had shown.

  The vibration in his hand broke his thoughts.

  “Drake, you got my message,” Jonathan said into the phone.

  “I wasn’t sure I heard you right. I’ve never known you to share,” the deep voice said.

  “Not share. Take over, if she’s willing. I’ll send her to you.” If she’ll go.

  “If it’s that blond lusciousness you were with at the reception—”

  “Not her. Yvette DeCord.”

  “Ah, yes. Former Miss Dallas,” Carson said. “Shame about her prick of a husband.”

  “Almost ex-husband. So you know her. You won’t require my referral.” Jonathan knew Carson would take the challenge.

  “I’ll listen to what you have to say.”

  Carson Drake had been fairly honorable during the handful of stand-offs they had back at Club Accendos. Jonathan and Carson were standing members of the private club’s executive team. But since he’d come into the public eye, Jonathan rarely visited outside of occasional meetings. Though the club’s secrecy and discretion remained legendary, moving personal activities to Charlottesville proved more prudent. He needed to ensure Yvette didn’t return to Accendos either and that she find more discreet, careful hands. The networks spoke highly of Drake, so he was the logical choice.

  “She needs a firm hand, Carson.”

  Carson grunted.

  “Also, be careful of the prick. Arniss DeCord is rather sadistic.”

  “More than us?” Carson chuckled. “Tell me about our Texas flower.”

  Good. This would give Carson a reason to be occupied far away from Christiana. At the Hill reception last week, he’d run his eyes over her so ravenously Jonathan had almost dropkicked his ass into the hallway. They’d made a pact long ago not to cross territories, but Christiana posed the kind of potential that made alpha wolves forget deathbed promises to their sainted mothers. He wouldn’t risk Carson finding some loophole in their longstanding agreement.

  Jonathan stretched his long legs on the chaise lounge and spent a few minutes telling Carson the basic facts a Dom should know about Yvette.

  Christiana awoke to the sight of Jonathan standing in the bedroom doorway. His eyes sent questions her way.

  “Sleep well?”
he asked.

  “Yeah, I guess I needed it.” She pulled the sheet back and sat up. How had she ended up wearing his T-shirt? She wondered if she could wear it every night. It smelled like him.

  His mouth quirked, and he held out his hand. “Ready for a shower?”

  The idea appealed. The sheets clung to her tacky legs.

  Jonathan’s bathroom was as modern as the rest of the house. Soft lighting suffused the entire room from recessed track lighting in the ceiling. A suspended piece of polished teak wood held matching green glass bowl sinks. A voyeur’s dream shower stood in a corner: floor to ceiling windows revealing poplar trees that winked their silver leaves to anyone inside the shower stall.

  After stripping off his clothes, Jonathan pulled the t-shirt over Christiana’s head and towed her under a warm stream descending from an oversized showerhead. She hadn’t realized Jonathan had meant a shower with him. Christiana held her face up into the water and tried to forget her nudity in broad daylight.

  “Turn around,” he directed. A bottle squeaked, and an orange-ginger scent rose up in the steam. She finally dared to open her eyes when she felt his chest against her back. Jonathan vigorously fingered her scalp, soap crackling in her ears. God, he has talented hands. He pulled her head back, and silky ribbons of shampoo foam snaked down her back and butt.

  Slick with soap, Jonathan’s hands circled around her chest to fondle her breasts. He rolled her nipples between her fingers, and Christiana pushed backward into his growing cock.

  “You’ll never hide this body when you’re here.” Jonathan’s rich voice rang against the tile, echoing only slightly. His lips grazed her shoulder as his hands explored her back.

  He leaned her over his arm while he slipped his other hand’s fingers, parting her tender inner lips. She gulped as pain like burlap scraping sunburnt skin erupted. Warm soapsuds laved her raw tissues.

  “You’re sore,” he said.

  “Not too much.” Her bruised insides disputed her half-truth, but she wouldn’t chance him stopping that luxurious, lascivious motion.