The Choice (Doms of Her Life: Heavenly Rising Book 1)

by Shayla Black

  Heavenly’s stomach growled, interrupting his thoughts. “Did you skip breakfast?”

  She sighed. “Yes.”

  “Come with me. Time for lunch.” He took her hand, and they headed back to his car.

  Finally, he was going to kiss her. Not in the parking lot. Not with cars whizzing past them on PCH. But he had a plan—one that guaranteed no one but him would lay eyes on Heavenly when she first felt his touch.

  A few blocks away, he parked in front of an Italian hole-in-the-wall he frequented. He opened the door for Heavenly, watching as she stepped inside and took in the quaint interior with its rustic chandeliers, plastered walls, and checkered tablecloths, all offset by the little white lights gleaming off the stained concrete floors. A few diners were already here, come early to beat the lunch rush. More would be filing in soon.

  “It’s not fancy, but the food is amazing. One day, all the ravioli and spumoni is going to catch up with me.” He patted his stomach.

  She smiled at him. “If you brought me here, I’m sure the food is great. But the company is even better, and that’s why I’m here.”

  “Aw, now you’re going to make me blush.”

  “I doubt I could. Somehow, I get the feeling you’ve seen it all.”

  And done it, too. But she didn’t need to know that.

  “You come here a lot?” Heavenly asked.

  Before he could answer, Angelo, an older man with a big belly and thinning silver hair, hurried their way. “Good to see you again, Dr. Beckman.” He shook Beck’s hand enthusiastically and sent Heavenly a welcoming smile. “Your table is ready. I don’t take lunch reservations, but for you, I made an exception. Now I know why you insisted.”

  “Angelo, this is Heavenly.”

  He took her hand between his, soft and spotted with age. “A lovely name for a lovely woman.”

  “Thank you.”

  “My pleasure. The doctor has been coming here for years, and I always think he should not come alone. Yet he always does. So today, we celebrate.”

  Shit, if that didn’t make him sound lonely and desperate.

  Heavenly turned to him with shock in her bright smile. “If I’m the first person you’ve brought here, coming here is even more special to me.”

  That seemed to delight Angelo. “Follow me. I will show you to your table and bring your wine while you decide what you’d like to feast on today.”

  Beck already knew; he wanted to feast on the gorgeous little girl at his side.

  When they passed through the dining room and reached the cozy alcove tucked in a private hallway off the back of the kitchen, he motioned Heavenly into the lone booth. Beck slid in beside her as Angelo handed them each menus and left.

  “We really are alone.” She glanced around, seemingly surprised not to see a single soul.

  Beck smiled. “Tell me what you’re hungry for.”

  Heavenly studied the menu. “What’s good?”

  “Everything.” When she flipped a page, then another, followed by another still and frowned, he cut in. “Do you want me to order your lunch?”

  “Please.”

  After Angelo reappeared with a bottle of red wine and poured them each a glass, Beck ordered. Then the old man hurried away with a wink.

  Finally, he and Heavenly were alone.

  Beck handed her a glass of vino. As he raised his own, he studied her rosy lips. She licked them nervously.

  Fuck, he’d fantasized about today a million times.

  “Remember when I told you we were more than friends?” He slid a knuckle down her cheek.

  Heavenly nodded shyly. “That made me happy. I thought for so long that my feelings were one-sided.”

  “Not at all. I don’t merely like you.” He leaned closer, took her hand. “You intrigue me. I want you and I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve pursued you more than I have any woman—ever. And somehow, someway, I intend to have you.”

  She swallowed, scanning his eyes, seeming to test his sincerity.

  He let the gravity on his face speak his truth. “I’m telling you this because I’m not good at romance, but I want you to know that if my feelings change, it will only be because they’ve grown stronger.”

  “You can’t know that—”

  “I can. I know what I feel. And I’m mad about you.” He ran his finger along her jawline. “I’m consumed with you.”

  Heavenly stared mutely, breathing, blinking, pulse pounding in her neck.

  He pinned her hand between his. “Are you afraid?”

  “No.” Her answer was breathless and immediate.

  He reined in a smug smile. “Good. I can’t make apologies for who I am, but when I’m wrong, I say I’m sorry. I won’t always be easy on you, but I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy.”

  “I’m happy when I spend time with you. I don’t expect more from you than that.”

  “You should, and I want you to. I’ve spent months studying you for a reason. I needed to know what you need.” He kissed her hand. “I think I’ve figured out what you want.”

  She stilled. “What do you mean?”

  “Your body told me your deepest fantasies without saying a word the night I took you to the art gallery.”

  Now she looked nervous. “I was responding to art.”

  “You were responding to sex. You like the idea of being adored while being made to submit, of being orally pleasured, of being controlled and overpowered and fucked. But most of all, you like bondage. You ache to be tied up and utterly helpless. At my mercy. You’ve thought about it since that night, haven’t you?”

  A flush swept up her face, not the sweet blushing pink he often saw, but a blazing, undeniable red. Her plump lips parted. No words came out, but her rapt expression told him everything.

  “I want to explore a few of those things with you today, Heavenly. Are you willing to give it—and me—a chance?”

  She fidgeted. “I’m nervous.”

  “I know. But I chose this booth for a reason. No one can see us. Angelo won’t disturb us after he brings our appetizer.”

  “W-what did you have in mind? Are you going to kiss me?”

  “Absolutely.” He slanted a wolfish smile. “I’ve been obsessed with tasting you.”

  Her gaze flitted down. “I’ve thought about kissing you, too. A lot.”

  “I was hoping you’d say that. I need your honesty going forward.” At her nod, he plucked the napkin from beneath her hands shook it out. “You still trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. I’m hoping you enjoy this, but if you don’t or decide it’s too much, tell me to stop. Understood?”

  “All right.”

  Beck wrapped the fabric napkin around her wrists and tied it in a loose knot. Understanding slowly rippled across her face. She squirmed in her seat, her breathing turning ragged. Yeah, he was homing straight in on one of her hot buttons—and she was reacting exactly as he’d hoped. “If you want me to slow down or you want to talk about what’s happening, say ‘wait.’ All right?”

  “O-okay.”

  He caressed his thumb across the soft skin of her hand. “And if you’re happy with everything I’m doing, say ‘more, please.’”

  “I will,” she breathed.

  “Good girl.”

  As soon as he praised her, Angelo appeared at the end of the shadowy hall, making far more noise than necessary. Beck covered Heavenly’s bound hands with his napkin and signaled the man over.

  “Your ravioli appetizer.” He slid a tray in the middle of the table, along with a basket of bread and spice-laden olive oil. “Anything else for now?”

  Impatience bit at Beck. “We’re good. Give us half an hour?”

  Angelo sent him a sly wink. “You won’t be disturbed.”

  The moment the restaurant owner disappeared, Beck whispered in Heavenly’s ear. “Put your hands on the table and keep them there.”

  She hesitated a mere instant before she complied.


  “Excellent.” He popped a ravioli in his mouth to test it. Perfect temperature. “Stick out your tongue, little girl.”

  Heavenly parted her lips and presented her wet, pink tongue. His blood surged. He lost himself in imagining his stiff cock disappearing between the sweet bow of her mouth. If she only knew how badly he wanted to melt all over her tongue right now…

  He inhaled an uneven breath as he lifted the appetizer to her lips. A tremor of need rippled through him as he placed the pasta in her mouth. “Take a bite; let all that meat and cheese roll over your taste buds.”

  Again, she obeyed. Beck both felt and saw the shiver wrack her as she closed her eyes, sank her teeth into the crispy crust, and moaned. When she swallowed, he pressed the wineglass to her lips. “Drink.”

  As she sipped from his hand, she blinked at him, her pupils dilated.

  Beck swallowed back a growl. “Your eyes are the same deep blue they were at the gallery. You like being bound and cared for by someone you trust. Someone like me, don’t you?”

  She pressed her lips together and sent him a barely perceptible nod.

  “Little girl? I need you to talk to me. Answer my question.”

  Her lips trembled and he wanted to kiss away her fears, but dredged up a little more patience.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “It feels so…”

  “What?”

  “Wrong…but not. Forbidden, I guess. I’m scared, but not in a way I’ve ever felt.” Her words trembled. “I’m not sure what you plan to do to me.”

  He swept the hair off her shoulder and leaned in before dragging his tongue up the side of her throat. Berry and the subtle hint of salt on her skin flowed over his taste buds. “For now, I’m simply going to feed you. Close your eyes.”

  Heavenly sent him an unfocused, almost spellbound glance before her lashes fluttered onto her cheeks.

  Jesus, it was all he could do to hang on to his self-control. His hand shook as he tore off a piece of bread, swiped it through the herb-infused oil, then dragged it across her lower lip.

  “So pretty,” he whispered. “I bet your pussy glistens like that when you’re hot and wet and ready to come. I’d love to slide my tongue over every fold and crevice, drown in all that sweet, virgin cream as you come for me.”

  “Beck…” Her breathing had grown choppier.

  The scent of her arousal teased his senses. “I can smell you, little girl. You’re already wet. Aren’t you?”

  She bit her lip shyly.

  “Answer me. Communicate. I can’t give you what you’re aching for if you don’t. Are you wet?”

  “Yes.”

  Her voice was almost imperceptible but he heard. “Good.”

  Beck dipped into the marinara sauce on their appetizer plate, then tapped his finger against her lips. Without pause, she opened, and he dragged his digit over her tongue. When she wrapped her lips around his finger and began sucking the sauce away, he couldn’t hold back his low growl.

  “That’s it. Suck it down. One day, you’ll envelop my cock like that. And when I shower your throat, you’ll swallow every drop, just like you’re doing now.”

  Heavenly whimpered and swirled her tongue around him, sucking in earnest.

  His fucking heart nearly stopped. His cock jerked, all but bursting his zipper. “Fuck, your mouth feels like molten velvet.”

  She squirmed as she suckled his finger again, her lips sliding slowly up the length. Beck buried his face against her neck and nipped the tender flesh below her ear. “Do you ache for me?”

  With a moan, she nodded. The sound vibrated up his arm and slammed south to his pulsating cock.

  He gritted his teeth, then begrudgingly eased his finger from her mouth. “Tell me.”

  “Yes.” She breathed hard.

  He tugged the napkin that secured her wrists. “So pretty and helpless and at my mercy.”

  “Beck…”

  “The fire between us is burning me,” he admitted, flicking his tongue over the shell of her ear. “Every night, I think about tossing you into my bed, binding you to the frame, and teasing you until you beg me to let you come.”

  Her cheeks flared red anew. “Oh…”

  “When it happens, you’ll be saying more than ‘oh.’ Trust me. I’ll have you sweating, throbbing, and pleading with me to say four magic words: Come hard for me. Once I do, you’ll shatter on command.”

  She whimpered and fidgeted, writhing in her seat, more than ready for him to touch her. Beck reached beneath the table and eased his fingers under the hem of her cotton dress, skimming over her soft, silky thigh.

  Holy shit. Finally…finally, he had his hands on her. His patience was paying off—and it was sweeter than anything he’d imagined.

  Demand thrummed through his veins as sizzling heat enveloped him. Her musky feminine scent grew stronger. His mouth watered. His cock screamed, strangling beneath his harsh denim. Beck did his best to ignore it and focused on Heavenly, on providing the relief he’d made her crave.

  “Then while you’re writhing and screaming, I’ll align my cock to your innocent, weeping cunt and slowly press inside you. Your virgin walls will still be fluttering like butterfly wings as I squeeze each thick, fat inch inside your tight pussy. I’ll rub my thumb around your sensitive clit until you soften and let me in. All the while you’ll be clutching and milking my cock as you take me balls deep.”

  “I-I can’t breathe,” she panted.

  Beck held in a smile. “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No.” Her voice cracked. “But…”

  “But what?”

  “I’m going to…combust.”

  He laughed softly in her ear. “I’m here to put your fire out…after you go up in flames.”

  Heavenly’s head fell back, exposing her throat as she sucked in a gasping breath. “How?”

  God, she looked flushed and beautiful and so fucking ready.

  Beck grazed his fingertips closer to the juncture of her thighs. “Open your legs for me.”

  To his delight, she eased her legs apart instantly, welcoming him. The heat emanating from her pussy sizzled him, making him want to howl, as he slid his fingers up, up…until he was toying with the elastic of her panties and sliding his fingertip just beneath.

  She jolted. Her eyes flared wide, suddenly meeting his stare with a gasp. But she didn’t shy away. Didn’t say no.

  Beck pulled free. “You’re supposed to close your eyes.”

  A moment passed, a heartbeat where their gazes locked. Then Heavenly shut her lids obediently once more.

  “Good girl.” He flattened his tongue against the hammering pulse point at her neck.

  With a sweet moan, she tilted her head and parted her thighs even more, offering him all the flesh he coveted. “So soft…so hot. Your scent makes me want to torment your pussy.” He dragged his middle finger down the center of her sodden panties, watching intently as a powerful shudder tore through her. Her pure, unfiltered responses were the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. “All I have to do is slide my fingers over you, just like this…”

  She held her breath as he eased his fingers beneath the elastic edge of her panties again, this time stroking her wet, downy curls. Her little gasp told him that his touch affected her as much as her response got to him. He petted her softly until she unconsciously writhed against him. Then he slid his wet finger down the seam of her folds. She clenched her fists and moaned.

  “When you’re in my bed, I’ll get my mouth on you, lap at your tiny slit, nibble on your clit—and not let up until you’re screaming my name.”

  A breathless moan slid past her lips. She rocked into his palm. His heart sputtered. Jesus, she was close, and he could feel her body tightening, revving up. And once she came, Beck didn’t know how the fuck he’d stop himself from laying her across the table and driving deep inside her.

  But he goddamn had to. Here wasn’t the place, and now wasn’t the time. That’s why he’d planned this outing, simply to give her a
taste.

  “Would you like that?”

  Heavenly twisted, falling back against the booth, chest rising as she whimpered. “Please…”

  “Please what?”

  “Please, yes. Yes!”

  Begging. She’s already fucking begging.

  “No one’s ever touched you here before, little girl,” he whispered thickly. “Have they?”

  “No,” she choked out in desperation.

  Pride charged through him in a heady rush so potent his cock jerked. “I’m going to put out your fire right now. Someday soon, when we’re truly alone, I’ll start it again. Then I’ll make you come until you’re boneless, gasping, and so spent you can’t move or scream.”

  He dipped his finger between her slippery, swollen folds and burrowed into her impossibly tight opening. Heavenly whimpered and rolled her hips into his touch as he eased around her tightening core and found just the right spot. Seconds later, she was mewling, panting, and grinding. Her virgin cream coated his digit and pooled in his palm.

  She was so close, and he was damn near ready to follow her over.

  When he softly strummed her pebbled clit, Heavenly rocked her hips and bit her lip to tamp down her keening cry.

  “Let me feel you come,” he growled against her ear. “I want your soft, hot walls clutching my finger as you let go.”

  As he glided his thumb over her clit, she inhaled a startled breath and held it. Her body stiffened. She threw her hips at him. Her eyes flashed open, teeming with panic and confusion. “Something’s happening. Beck. Oh, Beck…”

  He cinched a hand in her hair so he could watch her. The shock and bliss warring over her face completely stole what was left of his heart.

  “Come hard for me, little girl. Now,” he commanded in a feral growl as he worked another finger into her gripping core.

  Heavenly sucked in a deep breath. Her back bowed. Color flooded her chest, neck, and cheeks. Then she was hurtling over the edge. Beck melded his mouth over hers, swallowing her muffled orgasmic screams with their first kiss. Her pussy clenched his fingers in a crushing grip while her body shuddered as she fractured into a million tiny pieces for him.

  Finally, she fell back against the booth, panting against his mouth. After the tension left her, he nudged her lips apart and plunged inside, delving deep and claiming her lips in a tender sweep meant to reassure and reward her.