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by Priscilla West

  “I know the feeling,” I said.

  Chapter 20

  The hours turned to days. Soon, I was out of the hospital. The wounds were not debilitating and they all healed, other than the scar where the doctors had performed emergency surgery. Days turned to months.

  The months added up until it was the anniversary of my shooting. Marilyn was locked up in a penitentiary for five to seven years for attempted manslaughter. At the trial, she tearfully apologized to me and her psychiatrist said that she was responding well to medication. Her apology seemed genuine. It took a long time for me to forgive her for almost killing me, but when I think about it now, I hope that Marilyn’s mental state gets better.

  “POW!” Leon yelled as he jumped out from behind a door. I jumped back and my heart skipped a beat. He laughed wildly and I punched him in the chest, laughing as I did so.

  “Not funny!” I cried.

  “Oh, come one. It was kinda funny,” he said, winking. “What would you like to do for our anniversary?”

  Leon and I were dating, seriously. We decided that our anniversary was the day that Marilyn shot me in my office because it was the day that showed us how much we meant to each other. Morbid, perhaps, but now that our first year anniversary was finally here, I felt anything but morbid. I felt alive in every fiber of my being. I leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips as my hand slid between his legs. He grew hard in my hand and I pressed against it firmly.

  “Well, I can think of a few things I’d like to do first,” I said playfully.

  After that night in the hospital, we had eased into a relationship. I thought it would be awkward at first, but it was anything but. When the pretext of a working relationship was gone and our feelings were out on the table, the conversations flowed between us. Yet Leon had never fully lost his wonderfully charming sense of humor.

  I pushed my hand down in his jeans and wrapped my fingers around his cock, now throbbing with hard warmth, pulling on the tender skin, teasing him.

  He let out a breath of air as I began to move my hand up and down in his jeans, jerking him off. He looked up to the sky and closed his eyes as he leaned against the wall, enjoying the sensation. Then his eyes fell down to me and when our eyes met, the connection that we had first shared by the fireplace seemed like a tiny shock from rubbing socks on a carpet in comparison to a bolt of lightning striking you.

  His arms wrapped around me and lifted me up. I pulled my hand out and grabbed the back of his head and kissed him strongly on his lips, pulling him tightly against me. I could feel his cock press against me, hard as stone. He walked me through the living room in my house and laid me by the fireplace. A soft rug was already laid out, awaiting our arrival.

  “This has always been my favorite place to make love,” he said. I reached up and caressed the side of his face as he said this, my heart melting over his words.

  The sex between us had been nothing short of revolutionary. Each embrace was less encumbered by inhibition until it finally we were embracing each other totally as our selves, unified yet individuals. When we made love, the boundaries between us dissipated into nothing and the world faded away. All thoughts were gone. Only we remained.

  Leon took out a silk handkerchief and bound my hands. I looked away from him into the fireplace, knowing that he loved it when I let him lead. If I fully became his sub, he would shoot like a rocket almost immediately. I let him explore every inch of my body and opened myself up to him completely.

  He tied the silk fabric tight and I turned to him, nodding up and down. Leon tore off my button-up shirt that I had been wearing, destroying the buttons and tearing the entire back in half. Leon threw it into the fire and blue flames erupted. I had not been wearing a bra; the fire warmed my hard nipples and made them ache with want. Leon’s muscles flexed as his hands found the button on my pants and broke it off as well before sliding them off me quickly. He reached down and grabbed my cotton panties with his teeth before ripping them off like an animal. I moaned loudly.

  Leon rolled me over. He kissed my ass cheeks softly, squeezing each cheek as he did so until he began to move upwards towards my lower back. His fingers hung tantalizingly close to my inner thighs and I grew wet with desire. Leon rubbed his nose along my lower back and made a trail higher and higher until he reached my upper back. Then he stopped and rubbed his fingers softly along the scar on my back.

  I looked over my shoulder at his face and saw what I thought was sadness. I reached up and touched the side of his face and he looked at me with tears in his eyes. He smiled and a tear fell down his cheek slowly.

  “This scar reminds me of how precious you are to me. How you are my everything,” he whispered into my ear as he swung his right leg over me. He unbuckled his pants and I heard them fly across the room. Leon leaned down and kissed my ear. I looked up and he kissed me firmly on the mouth, taking my lower lip in his mouth and sucking on it, his tongue working on it with agonizingly. I moaned into his mouth and I felt him lower his hips, pressing his cock against my ass.

  He pushed his cock against my tightness and I reached back and grabbed it. I stroked him up and down, holding him firmly. He kissed my neck as I stroked him up and down, his cock just barely in me. I felt him expand me and I pushed my ass up until his head penetrated fully. He moaned loudly and his hands reached up and ran through my hair.

  Leon pulled back and I felt him grab my hips. His tongue slid down my lower back and down between my ass cheeks. He licked in circles, pulling me back against him, working his tongue in my wet pussy. I cried out in pleasure, squeezing my hands into tight fists. His hands grabbed onto my ass and spun me around, landing me on my back. He lifted my legs and spread them before slowly descending on my clit.

  He continued his kisses upward before he landed just below my belly button where he began to kiss and rub his nose. Leon Christensen had turned out to be the sweetest lover that I had ever had along with pushing me to regions of sexuality that I had never known to exist before he came into my life.

  He kissed my lower stomach, inching upwards. He moved his tongue around my belly button and his hands rubbed my flat stomach. Then his hands slid greedily over my entire body, tracing the curves that excited him so often. It was almost impossible to even get through breakfast without Leon’s eyes scanning my body greedily; I loved it.

  His hands cupped my breasts and I moaned as the sensation made me grow so wet that my inner thighs were soaked. I moved my hips against his body, the desire overpowering me now. When his mouth closed around my nipple, I grabbed the back of his head reflexively and began to squirm, feeling an orgasm rise below. He sucked and bit softly on the nipple, moving his tongue around it with motions that were neither rushed nor frantic. I moaned loudly, my body convulsing in his embrace.

  I reached down and grabbed his rigid cock with both hands. I moved my hands up and down, pulling it hard. I loved the feel of it in my hand, the warmth and hardness that mixed together to radiate sexuality. The skin was taut and smooth, the girth thick and the length long. I stroked it harder and Leon rose, allowing me to pull him by his cock towards my mouth.

  I pulled his cock right into my mouth, latching my lips around the smooth, hard head. I worked my tongue against the bottom of the head, which made him moan loudly. I saw his abs flex to stone and I moved my tongue further down the shaft. He began to slowly move his hips back and forward, sliding his hard cock deeper and deeper into my mouth until finally my saliva flowed down all over it, wetting it completely. I worked my hand up and down, using the moisture of my own spit to bring his pleasure to a breaking point.

  I slid his cock out of my mouth and ran my tongue down the shaft, stopping on his balls. I slowly wrapped my lips around one, pushing against it softly with my tongue, all the while still working the shaft with my hand. Leon struggled to stay upwards; he shook with the sensation of my tongue against him. I slid my tongue down lower and licked greedily all over him as I worked both hands on the end of his cock. His moans gre
w louder and his balls tightened against him; he was about to come. I worked my hands harder, moved my tongue deeper and wetted it more until finally he reached down and stopped my hands and pushed my head back, gently.

  “Not yet,” he said, breathing hard. I eyed him hungrily and winked at him. His cock twitched as I winked and I pulled again on it. He jumped back to fight the orgasm that had built inside of him. He reached down and kissed me, sucking on my tongue.

  He backed up and looked down at me. “Beg me to enter you,” his eyes said. His mouth only had the faintest shadow of a seductive smile.

  “Please,” I cried, the tornado of pleasure pulling me into its vortex. “Enter me. Fill me. Make love to me.” I was moaning loudly, pulling and teasing my nipples.

  Leon pushed his cock between my dripping wet lips and slowly, inch by inch over what felt like hours, entered me. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as he thrust himself slowly inside. I moved my hips against his and then I felt him fully inside of me. He lifted himself up and looked at me. We were one, joined together through our embrace.

  We said nothing. Our eyes vibrated with one another’s and my body dissipated. I was nothing anymore but this being that we had become. Every fiber of my body began to pulse and vibrate with warm energy that felt wonderful beyond description. I reached up and ran my hands through his hair. He moved in and out of me slowly, only pulling out an inch or so before returning fully.

  I gasped for air when I realized that I hadn’t been breathing. Leon smiled and leaned down to kiss me. He pushed hard into me and an orgasm grew down between my legs. I felt it rise with every thrust of his cock in me and then finally, when he rolled me over and began to thrust upwards into me, his rock-hard stomach rubbing against my clit as he moved me with him, his hands on my ass, I came.

  I cried out, loudly. Stars exploded behind my eyelids and I clenched my teeth shut, unable to speak or make any more sounds. The pleasure tore through my body and I convulsed in the throes of my orgasm. Leon began to go faster until I felt his cock spurt inside of me. He moved faster and faster as he came, his cock releasing his warm seed in me. I pressed back hard against his cock as he came and I reached back to squeeze his balls gently, heightening his climax.

  Our orgasms rose and fell together. I leaned down, practically falling on top of him, covered in sweat. His skin felt wonderful against mine and I laid there, feeling his heartbeat against mine. Soon, the two fell into unison as we laid together, him still inside of me, his cock slowly losing its hardness.

  Leon rolled me over gently and pulled out of me, taking years to finally break the bond. When he finally slid out completely, I kissed him fiercely. He laughed, high from our encounter, and I giggled with him. I laid my head against his shoulder and we enjoyed the silence together.

  “Julie,” Leon whispered softly.

  “Yes,” I replied, my voice soft and far away.

  “Julie,” he said, his voice growing more serious. “Thank you for giving me a second chance despite my idiotic attempts to push you away. This year has been the best year of my life. I’ve never said this to another woman. And anytime I heard someone say how hard it is to actually say these words or some movie has some buffoon unable to say a simple little phrase, I rolled my eyes. But now that I’m in the hot seat, it’s hard. ”

  He paused. My heart hammered in my chest and I realized that I was squeezing his hand hard. My stomach did backflips in anticipation. Could he really be about to say what I think he’s going to say?

  “Julie,” he said. “I love you.”

  The world stopped. My body erupted in a tingling sensation. I opened my mouth to speak and it dried immediately, robbing me of my ability to speak.

  Leon leaned down and kissed me on my lips. Tears formed in my eyes and fell down across my face until I wiped them off with the back of my hand.

  “I’m glad I gave you another chance, Leon. I love you too,” I said, sniffling. I wiped my eyes again and ran my hands through his hair. He kissed me gently on the lips and then raised up and kissed away my tears, one by one. He held the side of my face with his hands and looked into my eyes.

  I breathed him in and rubbed his cock with my hand, which I felt give a slight stir. He rubbed his hands through my hair and kissed my forehead again in a tender gesture.

  “You know, I read once that couples in loving relationships have more sex,” he said.

  “You want to start proving it?”

  “In a few a minutes,” he said playfully. I felt him growing hard in my hand. “First, we have a debt we need to repay.”

  “Oh?” I asked, confused.

  “Since you are so good at your job, I believe that your services are required for our good friend Stills. I owe him so much; without his annoying insistence that I be set up, we wouldn’t be together,” Leon said, laughing.

  “I guess we both owe him then,” I said, kissing Leon’s chin. “I’ll do it. And this time, you can cover his bill.”

  “Maybe I can pay for your services some other way?” he asked. He was fully hard. His hand crept down and softly pinched my nipple.

  “I think we can work something out,”

  I smiled. Another match made. Maybe the only match that mattered.

  The End

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  An excerpt from Priscilla West’s highly anticipated Surrender Series!

  “Hello Kristen,” he said.

  He did remember my name. “Hello Mr. Sorenson.”

  “Please, just call me Vincent. I didn’t expect to see you here, but now that you are, this’ll be a lot more interesting.” He grinned.

  I wasn’t sure what he meant. Confused by the whole situation, I asked, “What are you doing here, Vincent?”

  “Business. And you’re going to decide if you want to help me.” He gestured to the big guy and his bizarre pet spiders.

  Okay . . . that doesn’t explain a whole lot.

  “I should tell you, Mr. Sorenson. I have a fear of spiders,” I said, eyeing the jar.

  He leaned close to my ear so I could hear him. “All the better. You asked for my money earlier today, Kristen.” His smoky voice was implacable. “I wasn’t impressed. Here’s your second chance to convince me to trust you with my assets.”

  Shit. We did blow the meeting this morning. I gulped. “What do you want me to do?”

  As if to answer my question, the hulk uncapped the jar and picked out a spider with a pair of chopsticks.

  The sight of the tiny black creature outside its confines made me panic. I tried to escape but Vincent caught my elbow in a light but secure grip and pulled me to him. “You’re fine, trust me. Just watch.”

  With his hand on the filled shot glass, the big guy placed the spider on the skin between his thumb and forefinger. The spider—whose backside displayed a red dot—remained surprisingly still, perhaps in as much suspense as I was. Never taking his eyes off the poisonous creature, the big guy slowly brought the drink to his lips, keeping his hand steady, and in one smooth motion downed the contents, flicked the spider off his hand, and crushed the arachnid as he slammed his glass on the bar. The crowd erupted in cheers.

  The big guy looked expectantly at me and Vincent. His steely eyes said “your turn”.

  “You’re not seriously going to do that are you?” I blurted without thinking.

  His eyes narrowed as he smiled. “I am. And you’re going to help me by putting the spider on my hand.”

  I was about to say “hell no” but thought better when I noticed his probing eyes. “I’m really not comfortable with this.”

  “Consider it a test. How far are you willing to go to serve my interests?”

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  Winner Takes All

  by Sherilyn Gray

  Sasha Cormick loves her job as a jockey for the prestigious Taylor stables. She spends her days training and racing the majestic animals she fell in love with when she was a teenager. No one suspects anything about her past, and that's no accident. Sasha has spent the better part of a decade running from her disastrous family and building a new life for herself, even if that life is a lie designed to protect herself from prying eyes.

  When Sasha wins the race of a lifetime, she is brought face to face with the wealthy and enigmatic owner of Taylor Stables, Damien Taylor. Now, Sasha is not sure how much longer she can continue to keep her secrets from Damien as he helps her explore the boundaries of passion.

  As Sasha's whirlwind relationship with Damien develops, a ghost from her past returns to threaten the life she had worked so hard to build for herself.