by Lili Valente
But there was no time to listen to the cautious part of her mind. Blake had already pulled into a space near the guardrail at the edge of the observation area. “Get out of the car. Put your hands on the hood and spread your legs,” he said as he pocketed the keys.
Erin shivered. “But I’m not wearing a shirt.”
“Get out of the car,” he repeated calmly. “Put your hands on the hood.”
“And it’s freezing outside,” she said, even as she reached for the door handle.
She was stalling. She didn’t really care about the cold or the threat of being caught half naked. Hell, she found the idea she might be seen incredibly arousing.
But it was as if the knowledge that they were really going to have sex had finally penetrated her lust-fogged mind.
She was going to have sex. For the first time in two years. With Blake.
Her Blake, one of the only people she’d ever let inside her heart, and one of the many people she’d let down in her relatively short life.
What if he secretly hated her for it? What if he’d never forgiven her for leaving Carson City without telling him? Was she risking getting even more mentally screwed up than she was already by allowing him to dominate her, to trust him with her well-being while she was in such a vulnerable place? What if he—
“Don’t worry,” he said, reaching out, running his knuckles softly down the curve of her jaw. She still couldn’t see his eyes, but the gentle tone of his voice spoke to every last one of her doubts. It was as if he’d known, once again, what was going through her mind almost before she did. “I’ll keep you warm. Now get out of the car. I’m ready to fuck my pussy.”
Erin stumbled out of the car, the cold wind taking her breath away for a second. There was a big difference between mountain temperatures and Los Angeles temperatures in the winter months. They were less than three hours from the city, but there was already at least a thirty-degree drop in temp and it was bound to get colder as they drove higher.
She didn’t even have a pair of jeans to cover her legs, let alone a coat or the kind of shoes she would need if she were to try to run from Blake. Of course, that was probably part of the reason he’d chosen the San Bernardino Mountains. They were sparsely populated in the winter months and her inappropriate clothing would keep her bound to him, ensuring that she remained his captive.
That realization should have scared her, but instead it only intensified the aching between her legs.
The idea of being held against her will, at least by Blake, was painfully arousing.
Which just went to show her libido was even more twisted than she’d assumed.
“Hands on the hood, sweetness, let me feel how wet my pussy is.” Blake’s large, warm body was behind her then, blocking the wind, enveloping her in his energy, banishing thoughts of anything but him.
Erin placed her hands on the engine-warmed hood. No sooner had her fingertips made contact with the Expedition than Blake’s fingers were between her legs, making her cry out with relief. Just his touch was enough to banish some of her desperation, to take her that much closer to completion.
He groaned softly as he played through her folds, feeling how her slickness ran down the insides of her thighs, how her lips were plumped and swollen with the force of her need. Down one side of her pussy, and up the other, he traced every inch of her aching flesh until finally his finger brushed lightly across her clit, making her knees buckle.
“Blake,” she cried out, knowing she would have fallen if he hadn’t looped a strong arm around her waist, catching her, holding her upright as he continued to tease her nub with a gentle, insistent pressure.
“God, you’re so wet,” he murmured, his lips teasing against her neck, making her ache even more powerfully. His hand moved away from her pussy, an action she was about to protest before she felt him working at the close of his pants behind her. “Do you still want my cock inside you?”
“Yes, please, yes.” Tears of relief rolled down her cheeks and her entire body began to shake with anticipation.
Finally! It felt like she’d been waiting years for him, for his touch, for the feel of his cock falling, hot and heavy, out of his pants, pressing between the cheeks of her ass.
“I’m going to fuck my pussy now, Erin.” Blake’s breath was warm against her cheek as he whispered through her hair. Erin heard the sound of foil tearing and then, seconds later, felt the blunt head of Blake’s cock at her opening. “Tilt your hips.”
Erin obeyed and then, a moment later, he shoved inside her.
His thick cock stretched her inner walls to the limit, filling her completely, owning every inch of her pussy with just one swift thrust. Erin moaned with the pleasure, dizzy from the familiar feel of him, the smell of him, the rightness of being bared to Blake. The cold air, his warm body, and the molten heat of his cock were nearly enough to take her over the edge. Then he moved his fingers over her clit, and she was falling.
She screamed as she came, her knees bending, feet coming off the ground as her orgasm ripped through her body with a force unlike anything she’d ever known. Her channel pulsed and clutched at where Blake lay, still buried deep within her. Her nails clawed into the metal beneath her hands, and her nipples practically burned with raw sensation. Every inch of her skin was on fire, consumed by the bliss of the release so long denied her.
Things low in her belly contracted, tighter and tighter, until it was almost painful. Her clit pulsed and throbbed beneath Blake’s firm touch, making her gasp for breath. In seconds her head was spinning, lights dancing behind her closed eyes as she rode the waves of the orgasm that had taken control of her, body and soul.
No, not the orgasm. Blake.
Blake was the one in control. In perfect, restrained, dominant control, a fact he made clear as he pinched her clit between his fingers and whispered in her ear, “Come again, Erin. Right now. Come on my cock.”
And she did. Oh, God, she did, another blinding release even more powerful than the first.
Tears were running down her face by the time she came back into her skin, feeling her soul had become too big for her body and yet too small at the same time. She didn’t fit inside her flesh the way she had before and it was frightening for a moment, but then Blake took care of that, too.
“Put your feet on the ground.” As soon as she obeyed, wobbling slightly, still unsteady on her feet in her heels, he started to fuck her.
Not make love, not have sex. Fuck.
He rammed into her cunt without mercy, slamming forward with such force that she had to brace herself on the hood and push back against him to keep from being glued to the side of the car. It wasn’t romantic; it wasn’t emotional. It was hard, fast, brutal. In a word—perfect, exactly what she needed to ground herself back on earth.
And to come near the edge of completion for a third time.
Erin spread her legs a little wider and shoved back against Blake as he thrust forward, intensifying the penetration until she could feel the head of his cock making bruising contact with the end of her pussy. The hint of pain made another rush of wet heat flow between her thighs and Blake groan behind her. His hands flipped up her skirt and took hold of her hips, digging his fingers into the full flesh of her ass.
“Harder, harder!” Erin begged, gasping for breath as the tension within her built to a level she’d never dreamed possible.
She was either going to come again or shatter into a million pieces, and she didn’t really care which. As long as Blake kept fucking her, touching her, taking her.
“Don’t come. Not yet. Wait for me. Wait,” Blake demanded, even as he obliged her by squeezing her ass even tighter.
“Oh, God. Oh, God.” Erin struggled to obey, but oh, fuck, it was hard.
She was so close, so terribly close, and he felt so amazing.
His cock actually seemed to be getting thicker as he neared his own release, stretching her pussy even farther, making her feel so full of him that there was room for nothing
else. Nothing but Blake. And it was perfect, better than anything she could remember, even the other times she had been with him.
“Now. I want my pussy to come now.” He punctuated his words by jerking her hips back toward him, forcing himself so deep inside her the hint of pain as he met the end of her became enough to make her wince—wince and come like the world was ending in a big burst of fire.
“Fuck! Blake!” She screamed the words and a few other things she couldn’t remember as her mind spun inside her skull like she’d slammed back half a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and her pussy did its best to squeeze Blake’s cock in half.
She moaned as he jerked inside her, each tiny movement enough to take her even higher.
She’d never felt so connected to a lover, as if his pleasure were her own, as if every wave of his release triggered a ripple of bliss inside her. It was more than she’d ever expected, more than she knew what to do with as she finally drifted down from the high of her first triple orgasm.
Triple orgasm.
She’d come three times and Blake hadn’t even seemed like he was trying that hard. What would he be capable of if they became regular lovers again, if they had the time to re-learn the little things that—
What the fuck are you thinking?
He doesn’t want to become lovers; he despises you so much he can’t stand the idea that you share a matching tattoo and is willing to permanently alter the damn thing without your consent. Get your head on straight and figure a way out of here before it’s too late.
“Get back in the car and warm up. We’re still about twenty minutes from the cabin,” Blake said as he pulled out of her, the loss of contact between them as depressing as her inner monologue. “Thank you…for your trust.”
He kissed her softly on the top of her head as he smoothed down her skirt, but the affectionate gesture did nothing to stop the anger slowly flowing into her veins, replacing the euphoria of a few moments before.
Thank you for your trust. Her trust? That was it?
No “You were amazing” or “That was the hottest fuck of my life”? Or even a “Damn, I can’t wait to have you again”?
No, he just wanted to thank her for her trust.
Wasn’t he the big, bad, unavailable Dom? Just like Scott had been during the first year of their marriage, when he still made love to her but never had a kind or affectionate word. Never made her feel like anything but a sub in the worst sense of the word.
Subhuman.
That’s what she’d been to Scott, and what she’d vowed she’d never be to any man, ever again.
The headlights came around the curve only a second later. It was as if some higher power had heard her thoughts and decided she deserved a chance at deliverance. Erin ran for the road without a moment’s hesitation, heedless of her nudity or of Blake’s voice behind her, ordering her back to the car.
Fuck him and his orders. She was getting the hell out of here. In less than a few hours, he’d gotten under her skin to the point that his lack of pillow talk after they’d had sex had hurt her. What kind of damage would he be able to inflict in a few days?
Erin had no idea, but she wasn’t sticking around to find out.
Her heels clicked madly on the pavement as she dashed for the road, racing the heavy footfalls behind her for salvation.
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Acknowledgements
Big thanks to my husband, my biggest fan and most tireless supporter. Thank you to my critique partners for reading numerous drafts and never getting tired of Erin and Blake (or at least not letting me know they were tired). Thank you to my editor, proofers, and sweet and lovely cover designer—this wouldn’t have been possible without you!
And a big thanks to every reader who took a chance on this story. I hope I’ve entertained you.
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About the Author
Lili Valente has slept under the stars in Greece, eaten dinner at midnight with French men who couldn’t be trusted to keep their mouths on their food, and walked alone through Munich’s red light district after dark and lived to tell the tale.
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COMMANDING HER TRUST
Under His Command Book Two
Available March 2nd, 2015
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*Warning: This book features a Dominant alpha man who will push your boundaries until you beg for more. Read at your own risk.*
Blake Roberts is falling hard for his old flame and won’t stop until Erin is his. He doesn’t simply want her body; he wants her submission, her abandon, and the wounded heart she’s trying so hard to hide.
He wants all of her and he’s pulling out all the stops—in the bedroom and out—until she surrenders.
For Erin, what started as a charade has become all too real. She’s never experienced anything like the savage bliss she’s discovered in Blake’s arms. He tests her, dominates her, and if she doesn’t gain her freedom, soon he’ll own her—body and soul.
She has to escape even if running from Blake feels like running from the only home she’s ever known.
