by Carson, Tori
As her arms crawled down her torso toward her pussy, his cock throbbed. Oh heaven help him, he might not survive this. When Amanda began to pull her shirt over her head, he had to shift positions to give his aching cock more room. He was dying to know what song she was dancing to, but didn’t dare ask for fear she’d stop. Once this girl decided on a course of action, she obviously gave it her all.
His heart swelled, absolutely sure she was ‘the one’. Yes, she would fight him until she understood how perfect they were for each other. After that, there’d be no stopping them.
Each move she made was slow and deliberate. She had to have done this before. He couldn’t think about that right now. He didn’t need to add jealousy to his list of bad habits.
His breath left his body when she threw her bra onto the end of the bed. She had great tits. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth and hands around them. Oh yes, he planned to learn every single possible way to bring her pleasure. A lifetime wouldn’t be enough, but he’d cherish every moment.
As Amanda spun on the ball of her foot, she unhooked the button of her jeans. Facing away from him, she pushed the material off her hips revealing the tiniest scrap of lace that framed the top of her ass. He’d never pictured her in a thong, but he knew it was an image he wanted to see again and again. Wow, she had a killer body. He didn’t want to hear any more about unwanted pounds. He didn’t want some bony-assed woman. He wanted a woman he could enjoy without fear of breaking her. He wanted Amanda.
“Get over here, woman, you’ve teased me enough.”
She opened her eyes and started to blush. She immediately put a hand across her stomach then took the two steps to the side of the bed.
“Don’t hide from me, Amanda. Ever. You are beautiful.” He waved a hand over the bulging crotch of his jeans. “Look what you do to me.”
A shy smile lit her face. “I guess you can’t fake that.”
James pulled her onto the bed. “There better never be anything fake between us. Where’d you learn to dance like that?”
“College,” she laughed. “I took a music interpretation class.”
“I bet you got an A in that class.” He was more relieved than he had a right to be that she hadn’t perfected that for another man.
“I get As in all my classes. If I’m going to spend the time and money to take a course, then I’m going to ace it.”
He rolled on top of her and started kissing her neck. She innocently linked her arms around his ribs and gave him a hug. Without knowing it, she’d caused him more pain than he ever remembered experiencing in bed. James continued kissing her neck while he breathed through the pain. Once he was sure he could speak, he whispered in her ear, “Lift your hands above your head and hold the bottom of the headboard. Don’t let go until I give you permission.”
Amanda froze for a split second then complied. As he moved his lips along her pulse, her heartbeat fluttered. She might fear submission, but it definitely aroused her. “Thank you, Amanda. Just keep trusting me, sweetheart. You’re safe with me.”
James kissed his way down the side of her breast. He loved the weight of her tit along his cheek. As he kissed and nuzzled, Amanda dug her heels into the bed and tried to force her nipple into his path. “We have plenty of time, Amanda. I’ll get there. We’re gonna go slow. Give yourself to me, to the pleasure.”
“No more slow.” She shook her head. “I need more.”
“You need to trust me.” He evaded her nipple and kissed his way to her other side. At her groan of disappointment, he pinched and rolled her nipple between his thumb and index finger. “So impatient.”
As she arched her back, pushing her boob farther into his palm, he slid his mouth around her other nipple. He was rewarded with a soft, sexy moan. James wrapped an arm around her waist and indulged until she was squirming beneath him. Pulling back just enough, he warned her, “Hang on.”
Holding Amanda’s hips tightly, he pulled her down the bed until her arms were stretched tight. “Good girl, now don’t let go.” Eventually, he’d earn her trust and be able to restrain her properly. It would take a while, but he didn’t mind. Knowing she only submitted to him was a major turn-on.
As he kissed a path down to her tightly trimmed pussy, she tried to squirm away.
“I’m ticklish,” she squeaked.
“I see that,” he chuckled. “Breathe through it, sweetheart. I want to kiss every inch of you.”
“I can’t,” she complained, as he continued undeterred.
Very gently he scraped his whiskers along her side, making her wiggle again. “You can do anything you set your mind to. I love your body. Let me learn how to please you.”
“You’re driving me crazy, James. I’m on fire.”
“We’ve just gotten started.”
James trailed his fingers over her clit, pleased to find it engorged and ready for him. As he kissed just above her mound, he slid one finger into her wet and welcoming pussy. He loved hearing her moans of pleasure.
Her tits were calling to him. Unable to stay away, he took her taut peak into his mouth. He leisurely teased and suckled her nipple while he slid another finger into her pussy.
“James, please do something, I can’t take any more. I need to come.”
Knowing she’d never orgasmed for a man, he decided to take it easy on her at first. He continued to plunge his fingers in and out of her tight channel as he swirled his thumb over her clit. She began bucking her hips in time with his hand.
“James!” she screamed, as she arched her back and writhed while the orgasm took her.
After one last pull on her delicious nipple, he told her, “Yes, my sweetheart, come for me.” He showered her with kisses as she rode the waves of pleasure.
When she looked up at him, the expression on her face sent his cock into overdrive. God, she was beautiful.
“Welcome back.” He eased his fingers out of her.
“Oh, James, that was crazy.” She let go of the headboard and started to bring her hands down.
“Tsk, tsk, I didn’t say you could let go. Now I’m going to have to punish you.”
Amanda’s facial expressions completely changed. She frowned and looked a little worried. Slowly, as if she were having a mental battle with herself, she returned her hands to the headboard.
“Good girl. That’s the leap of faith I’m talking about.” Emotions chased across her face. “To teach you to follow my directions, your punishment will be to repeat this until you get it right.”
When Amanda gave him an ear-to-ear grin and tears flooded her eyes, James almost came. Damn, this girl got under his skin.
“I can be a pretty slow learner, James,” she giggled.
“Take all the time you need, Amanda, but in the end you’ll realize you belong to me. Not as my property, but as the woman I hold dear and cherish above all others.”
How was she supposed to keep her wits about her when he said things like that? Amanda didn’t trust anyone. She’d learned early on the only person she could count on was herself. So why did she trust James? He’d admitted to being interested in her since she’d first started at the club. Was it possible he’d studied her and knew what to say to make her fall for him? Then again, why would he bother? He could have his pick of women at the club, women who wouldn’t argue with him every step of the way. It wasn’t like he needed to lie to her just to get laid.
“Whatever you’re thinking, stop it. I’m not going to hurt you. Quit looking at me with fear.”
She gave him a small smile. He read her so easily. He was taking her over and she didn’t even have the good sense to fight him. He issued an order and she carried it out. Even when he threatened to punish her! What the hell was wrong with her? Her girlie parts were telling her it was a good thing, but a part of her brain, a tiny part that was getting smaller with each caress, kept telling her she was in over her head.
He pushed on her thigh. “Open farther for me.”
Instantly, she responded by s
preading her legs farther apart. Oh, God, why did she blindly follow his orders? More importantly, why did his commands send a zing to her clitoris? She had to be wired wrong. Her breathing was getting ragged again. Though she was trying, she couldn’t slow it down.
Getting into position between her legs, he confessed, “I’ve been dying for a taste of you.”
His voice was gravelly and rumbled along her skin. He was everywhere, his hands touching, caressing, his mouth working a magic all its own. Her body came alive for him. Even his soft hair brushing along her thighs, such a brisk contrast to his whiskers, sent shivers through her. No wonder the women at the club got excited when James was in the hall.
She pushed that thought far from her mind. She couldn’t think about him with another woman and not want to scratch their eyes out. She didn’t share. He knew that, didn’t he?
All her thoughts were scattered to the wind as his mouth descended onto her clit. “James!” she panted, suddenly terrified. She had to stop him. She just had to. If he continued, he would own her completely. She’d crave his touch for all time. She knew it as surely as she knew her name.
He rubbed his cheek along her inner thigh. “Relax for me, Amanda. You’re safe with me. We’re in this together, sweetheart.”
She forced the tension to leave her body. She was in the deepest shit of her life, but right now all she could do was hold on. Amanda dropped her head back onto the pillow, surrendering to him.
He sucked and licked until she was on the edge, so close to coming the world was slipping out from under her, then he shifted his attention to her thigh. She screamed in frustration, she couldn’t help it. James kept her riding the torturous line, refusing to send her over. After the third time of being so close she started to fall, only to be dragged back, she started begging.
“Please, James, please.”
“Please what, Amanda?” he murmured between caresses.
“Don’t tease me anymore. Let me come. Please, James, I’m begging you. I need to come.”
“Then ask me nicely.”
His hot breath along her clit was a whole new kind of heaven, or maybe hell if she didn’t get to come soon. “Please, James, may I come?”
“Absolutely, Amanda, it’s my pleasure.” He placed his talented lips around her clit and drew her into his mouth.
As the orgasm she’d begged for tore through her, she shook her head. It was too intense. She’d never survive his version of punishment. “James, oh, God, James.”
“So beautiful, Amanda. Ride it all the way, sweetheart. You taste like home, Amanda.” He gently kissed her pussy while he continued a slow exploration of her body as pulse after pulse rocked through her. No doubt about it, he knew how to wring every last drop of pleasure from her. His hands switched from erotic to soothing.
The fireworks were fading as he kicked off his jeans. He’d had his pants on this whole time? Why hadn’t she caught that? Because he short-circuited her brain with every touch.
“This is going to be fast and hard, Amanda, I need to be inside you. I need to feel you strangling my cock. And I know you will.” He leaned over, grabbed a condom then sat up again. He ripped the wrapper and slid it over his very imposing cock.
She was staring. Even sheathed it was a mighty sight. He put two fingers deep inside her pussy then ran them up and down his cock. As the sunlight glistened off the condom, she realized he was using her own wetness for lubrication. She should have been embarrassed, but she couldn’t muster the emotion. His matter-of-fact approach to sex seemed much more practical than her uptight, nervous-about-everything style.
“You can let go of the headboard, Amanda. I want to feel your hands on me as I take you.”
He pushed the head of his cock what felt like an inch or so inside her then held still. Gently, he began to massage her shoulders and arms. “Thank you for following my directions this time. Since you’ve been such a good girl, I’m going to reward you with another orgasm.”
“James, I don’t think I can. I’ve already come twice.” She giggled. “That’s twice more than ever before.” She gasped as he slid farther inside her.
“Trust me, Amanda, you not only can, you will.” He threw back his head and groaned. “You’re so tight. I wanted to take this slow and easy and I can’t. There’s no way, baby. I’m sorry. Just relax for me and let me take you there.”
She closed her eyes and relinquished control, allowing the rhythmic slide of his cock to take her away. “You’re so big.” She’d never been stretched like this. It was so damn good.
Every stroke brought her closer. She’d never thought it would happen for her. She knew the statistics and just assumed she wasn’t one of the lucky ones who could achieve a vaginal orgasm from intercourse alone. James was destroying every preconceived notion she’d ever had about sex. “It’s building again.”
She arched her back, allowing him to go deeper, to rub against her clit with each thrust of his cock. She was teetering on the edge, so close.
“Yes, Amanda. Your body belongs to me.”
“Yes.” She’d never dreamed sex could be like this. In her blog she had joked she was a sex addict, but after today it wasn’t a joke. She knew she’d never get James out of her system. She would crave him again and again. This orgasm was building stronger than before. Fear skirted alongside the pleasure. “James!”
“Come for me, Amanda. I’ve got you, you’re safe.” Roughly, he pulled and pinched her nipples as he pounded in and out of her pussy.
Her screams had to have rattled the windows as her orgasm shattered her into a million pieces. She couldn’t stop rocking her hips, driving him into her. His cock gliding in and out of her pussy was the most incredible feeling she’d ever experienced. As her muscles spasmed and tightened around him, she could feel him pulsing inside her.
“James, what have you done to me?” she asked, as brain function began to come back on line.
Still buried deep inside, he wrapped his arms around her and took them both onto their sides. “What’s the matter, sweetheart? I didn’t hurt you, did I? I had wanted our first time to be slow and tender, but you had me so hot I couldn’t think straight.”
She rested her head on his arm and tried to calm her breathing. “No, you didn’t hurt me.” Yet.
“No, Amanda, not ever.”
“Did I say that out loud? I’m sorry. I’m just a little rattled. I had no idea sex could be so all-consuming.”
“It usually isn’t. Come here and let me hold you. We only have a few minutes before you’ve got to get ready for work. Don’t be afraid of us, Amanda. We will make it work.”
She wasn’t afraid, she was terrified. She knew she’d never be the same again. If he were feeding her a line, she didn’t know if she’d ever get over it. He was so far under her skin he had seeped into her bones.
There wasn’t anything to be done about it at this point. She’d made her choice. It was better to enjoy the perks than worry about it ending. Amanda wrapped her arm around his chest and snuggled.
Hearing his breath hitch and a soft groan, she pulled back. “What did I do?”
James sighed. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Amanda.” He scooted closer to the edge of the bed then rolled onto his stomach.
“Oh my God, what happened to you?” His back was a bruised mess.
“It looks worse than it actually is. I cracked a couple of ribs. Pressure along here”—he pointed to the side of his torso—“hurts a bit.”
“I think it would hurt a lot.” She cringed just imagining how it must feel.
“Amanda, I’m fine. They aren’t broken, just cracked a little.”
“I’m assuming that happened at work. I gotta tell ya, I don’t think I like your career choice.”
He flashed her a cocky grin that did weird things to her heart.
“No wonder you wanted me to keep my hands on the headboard.”
“That was only part of it, Amanda. I am a Dom. I like control, but before you freak out
on me, know we are going to take this slow and if you don’t like something we won’t do it again. Did you have a problem with anything we just did?”
“Other than it messing up all my previous assumptions?” She laughed. “No.” She decided she wasn’t going to let fear rule her. James might be too good to be true, but she wasn’t going to blow her chance at happiness because she was afraid.
“We’ll talk more about this later. Grab a shower. I’ve got a few things I have to take care of before we leave.”
“Do you have to make everything sound like an order?”
“It was an order. And you like me bossy. It gets you wet and aroused.”
She wanted to tell him he was wrong, that he was being a jerk, but dang it—he was right. “I’ll concede there may be some truth to that and if you want to boss me around in bed, within reason, go for it. However, out of bed you need to curb it.”
He slowly shook his head, making her wish she knew what he was thinking.
“It’s not going to happen, Amanda. I’m beyond pleased that you admitted you liked my dominance. That was huge step and I’m very proud of you. But I’m not going to lie to you. Being a Dom isn’t a switch I can turn on or off. For me, it isn’t a role I play in the bedroom. It’s who I am. Just keep trusting me, Amanda. We’ll find common ground.”
What the heck does that mean? Did he want to rule her every minute? She glanced at the clock. Crap! “We need to talk about this.” She climbed off the bed and headed toward the bathroom. “Just because I’m going to go shower doesn’t mean you’ve won this one.”
“Silly woman, I’m going to win them all. Just get used to it.”
“We’ll see about that.”
* * * *
“What the hell is that? I’ve been all over your luscious body and I didn’t find a single body piercing.” James was disturbed on many levels seeing Amanda prance out of his bedroom wearing a belly button ring and a body chain along with her club attire. While she looked incredibly sexy, he didn’t want to think about her piercing body parts without supervision.
