by Dani René
Her eyes shoot daggers at me. She lifts her chin and squares her shoulders. “If you’re not here to watch me dance or fuck, then get out. I have work to do.” She spins on her heel and grips the long steel pole that’s nailed into the floor and ceiling in the center of the room. She twirls, watching me as she does, and I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t distracting.
“You don’t have work to do. I’m here. A client, paying for you.” I stroll toward her, and she stops midair, legs wrapped around the metal and I wish I was the fucking pole.
“You’re paying for my pussy? Right now, it seems you’re not getting what you came for.” Her retort is vicious. I’m up for a hate fuck if that’s what she wants.
Halting, I lock my gaze on hers.
“Why don’t you come down here and let me show you what it’s like to be owned, Phoenix, because I’d like to show you how a real man treats his pet.” The room is dimly lit, small low lights blink from the ceiling, allowing her eyes to glint like gemstones and I can’t help but be hypnotized.
She slides down the pole in a teasing erotic dance, and I think I may have just come in my jeans.
He wants to own me?
It’s laughable. He comes across as a romantic, but he wants to own me. I stalk toward him in my five-inch heels. I noticed the bulge in his jeans ages ago, I stopped myself from gawking at it, but God I want to.
If he wants to play that game, then he can bring it on because I’ve got a fucking degree in it. I lean in and whisper in his ear. “What would you like to show me, Sir?” His body visibly trembles at the word, and I can’t hide my smile. Stepping back, I meet his heated gaze, which scorches me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.
“Kneel.” His word comes out harshly—rough and demanding—and I obey. Like I’ve been taught to. “Do you have a collar, Phoenix?”
I nod. “Top drawer is mine.” I point to the chest of drawers against the wall beside the door. I hear his footfalls, then the drawer of playthings opens and closes. The clink of metal echoes through the room and my body aches.
Each room has a chest of drawers, which allows us girls to store our toys. I’ve always kept a collar in each room because most of the clients who come in here want to tie me up. They want to play the Dom, so I indulge them, but only one man has ever owned me.
In the past, I would’ve been afraid, but somehow I know that Kael will not hurt me. He lowers to his haunches and latches the black and red collar around my neck. It’s made of soft leather and the silver ring is attached to a leash of steel links.
“Come.” The gruff tone of his voice is enough to get my panties wet, and I crawl behind him. He seats himself in the chair opposite the bed and tugs the chain so I’m kneeling between his thick muscled thighs. “Eyes up.” My gaze latches on to his, finding fierce hunger boring into me. His index finger traces my chin, lifting my head. With the pad of this thumb, he swipes it over my lower lip. “Don’t doubt this. I choose you, firebird. I want you as a woman, a submissive, a toy, not because you’re weak, but because of your strength.”
He stares at me for a long moment as if he’s trying to pierce my soul, attempting to break down the walls I have surrounding me. I want to say something, but I don’t because I don’t want to break the spell. The memory that’s so vivid in my mind.
“Undo my jeans. I want to watch that pretty little mouth swallow my dick.” Without hesitation, I reach for the zipper I’ve been dying to touch since he walked in. Tugging his pants down along with his briefs, I salivate with need for that thick cock—rock hard and leaking with desire. Wrapping my fist around it, I stroke in slow measured movements, up and down until his free hand grips my hair. His face inches from mine. “Suck it, pet.” His words are demanding and his eyes glower, but he’s not angry.
He’s not forcing me, he’s commanding me.
I watch him relax against the charcoal-colored chair while my mouth engulfs the crown, tasting his salty sweetness on my tongue. I swirl, lick, and suck him—deeper and deeper—until I feel him hit the back of my throat. A low groan rumbles through his chest. My body is alight with every emotion I can think of, but the one that seems to burn brightest is need. I don’t want this man. I fucking need him.
“That’s it, baby.” He opens his eyes and watches me intently. “Oh, God your mouth is perfect.” Cupping his heavy balls in one hand, I squeeze, massaging them while I take him into my throat, so deep you’d be able to see the bulge in my neck.
Another growl from him spurs me on and I hum, sending the vibration down his dick and through his body. “Fuck!” Suddenly, without warning, jets of hot cum shoot into my mouth and down my throat. I pull my mouth off him and the hot saltiness hits my lips.
Black eyes hold me hostage, then he smiles. It’s a wicked smirk that curls his lips in the sexiest way I’ve ever seen.
“You look beautiful with my cum on your face.” He tugs the leash so I’m pulled forward, my face now closer to his. “Now it’s my turn.” He stands suddenly, yanking the collar. “On the bed.” He drops the chain tethering me to him, and I quickly make my way onto the bed. “On your back, legs open.”
I get in position and hear the rustling of his clothes.
“Please.” The plea from my lips startles me. I’ve never begged. Ever. But as I watch him climb on the bed like a lion hunting his prey, I wonder what I’m actually asking for.
Sex? A fuck? Ownership?
Or something I’ve never thought I could have again.
Love.
“Tell me what you want,” he says, running his hands up my thighs. “Because you know what I want. There’s no denying we fit together.” He kneels between my legs, gripping the leash, tugging it toward him. Soft lips feather my own, “Tell me, Paige. Tell me we belong together.” My body tenses. Nobody knows that name. It’s been years since I’ve even heard it spoken.
“How the—” I push against him, but he doesn’t relent. His body is too heavy on me and I can’t move.
“I said tell me,” he commands once more, and our eyes meet, locked in a standoff, and all I want to do is submit. To give in to him and let go of the control I’ve had on my life, on my past. But then I want to argue, fight him and see how it is that he knows me. He grips my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Get out of your head. Let me in. Stop being so fucking stubborn,” he growls, dragging me from my darkness and into his light. Pulling me from the fires of hell and showing me I may have risen from the ashes after all.
“Tell me how the fuck—”
His mouth crashes down on mine in a hard, unyielding kiss, searing me.
It’s dominant and all consuming.
He’s stealing my every breath with his lips and tongue. In return, he’s breathing new life into me.
This man is taking my universe and fucking with it. Suddenly, he drives into me and I’m pushed into the mattress as he claims every inch of my body with his fingers, tongue, and cock.
“Kael,” I manage to murmur when he finally breaks our kiss.
“It’s your Wolfe, my little Red. My sweet Phoenix,” he murmurs, and my world tilts, spins, and is knocked off its fucking axis. My head swirls, and as he thrusts into me, as we connect in the most primal way, he lifts his head, and when I look at him then, I finally see it. All doubt fades away. My heart stops, and when it kicks back to life and beats against my chest painfully I recognize him, his eyes, only his eyes.
“It is you,” I whisper in shock and awe.
The truth startles me into complete submission, and all I can do is relent and let him take me.
His cock buried inside me, fully seated, filling me like only he can.
Not only claiming my body, but my heart, and soul.
The End… Or is it?
Run - Snow Patrol
Hurricane - Thirty Seconds to Mars
End of All Days - Thirty Seconds to Mars
Hurts So Good - Astrid S
Stay - Rihanna, Mikky Ekko
Only Girl (In The W
orld) - Rihanna
Dirty Dancer - Enrique Iglesias, Usher
Hurts - Emeli Sandé
The Kill - Thirty Seconds to Mars
Nights Like This - W. Darling
Bunny Park - Cnsrd, Laco
Ride - SoMo
Feels - Kiiara
Wow! This book. This novella. This damn story! It’s been in the making for far too long. But now that it’s in the hands of you amazing readers, I can breathe easy. All the love and support that you’ve shown for Skyla and Kael’s novella has been humbling and I can’t thank you enough.
When I created this couple, I didn’t think it would spiral into a series at all. I wrote them, changed, then reworked them and as they say, third time’s a charm.
This is an introduction to the Forbidden Series where you’ll meet all the characters in full length novels. This isn’t the last time you’ll see Kael and his Phoenix.
I’ve had an integral team behind me. If they weren’t there, pushing me to get this out, I don’t think I would have hit publish on it.
In saying that, I’d like to first off thank my BETA babes—Kate, Danielle, Lisa, Kenzie, Kristina, Christina, Lizzie, Heather, Simone. If you ladies didn’t show so much love for these characters, we wouldn’t be here. Thank you!! <3
My editor, Vanessa and the PREMA team, thank you a million times over. Editing this story twice to make sure it’s all polished and ready for the masses, you’ve made the story shine! Thank you!! <3
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An indie author and freelance graphic designer, Dani's writing has evolved from short fan fiction stories to full length novels. From sweet and romantic, to dark and delicious, she's grown from strength to strength and hitting her stride.
On a daily basis she has a few hundred characters, storylines, and ideas floating around in her head. Generally working on two or more manuscripts at a time, she loves the variety of where her writing is taking her.
She's normally found in the cave with a mug of coffee or a glass of wine whipping up new emotional rollercoasters. You can also find her on social media – Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and Pinterest.
She has a healthy addiction to reading, TV series, music, tattoos, chocolate, and ice cream. Some of her go to authors are M Never, K Webster, Pepper Winters, KL Kreig, Meghan March, and that’s just to name a few!
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