Bowles, Jan - Destined for the Dom [Masters of Submission 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Jan Bowles

  “I love you, too, Hunter.” Tears welled in her eyes as he held her close. She hadn't meant to push him into confessing his love for her, but events had taken over. She’d been angry, and said things she didn’t really mean. She may have lost her new job before it had even begun, but she didn’t care, she had Hunter. That was enough for any woman.

  He wrapped her in his arms, his lips seeking the tender flesh of her neck. “I guess I’ve always loved you, Zoë, even when we were kids at St. Mark’s. That’s why I came back to Pittsburgh to claim you. I just wish I’d done it earlier, but life has a habit of getting in the way.”

  Zoë placed a finger to his lips. “Shhh, babe, no regrets. We’re the people we are today, because of what we’ve been through in the past. I wouldn’t want it any other way. Knowing you love me means everything.”

  Hunter sucked her fingers into his mouth. His eyes locking with hers, as he tasted each and every one. She heard him groan with pleasure as he nipped at her fingertips with his teeth. Eventually, his lips covered hers. Hot, and demanding, they blazed a trail to her ear, where he whispered, “It’s a shame to waste such talent, dance for me, Peaches.” His breath was warm against her neck, and a pulse of sexual desire shot straight to her pussy.

  She smiled. “For your eyes only, Sir.” Cupping her hands to his face, she planted a soft kiss to his lips, and then rose from his lap.

  Looking directly into his beautiful blue eyes, she began her well-practiced routine. Her body swayed gently and seductively before him, and she beckoned with a come-to-me finger. Zoë’s ass and hips undulated and rotated as she spun around in front of him. She knew she was having the desired effect on Hunter’s libido. From the bulge in his pants, there was no doubt in her mind about that. His eyes were hooded and focused solely on her. A sexy smile drifted to his lips as he closely monitored her provocative routine.

  “Hands on the deck, Mister,” she warned, as she got up close and personal.

  “Yes, ma’am.” He placed his hands on the arms of the soft chair, palms facedown.

  Zoë sat on his lap and straddled him, arching her back provocatively as she ran her fingers through her hair. She swayed back and forth in front of him, her breasts and nipples coming oh, so close, but never quite touching his mouth. She loved teasing Hunter, and he loved it, too.

  She’d never danced with such uninhibited joy before. This time her moves were real, not make-believe. Her mood was euphoric and full of optimism. Zoë knew her pussy was soaking wet. Something she’d never once experienced when dancing for clients at Les Belles, back in Pittsburgh.

  Zoë moved from his lap, and continued to dance sexily for her man. She twirled, doing a full three sixty, before kicking her foot high in the air and placing her ankle on his shoulder. The breath seized in her lungs as his control snapped, and he grabbed her leg.

  “That’s not allowed, Sir. You’re breaking the rules,” she whispered as he slowly kissed her ankle, running his tongue over the sensitive bone structure.

  He smiled at her. “I own the club, Ms. Leighton. I make and break the rules as I see fit.” Maintaining eye contact, he slowly brushed his fingers over her calf, before caressing the supersensitive skin behind her knee. Hunter continued smoothing his fingers along her leg until he reached her panties. Her lips parted, and she let out a little animal cry as he touched her pussy through the thin material. With his other hand cupped around her buttock, he pulled her closer.

  “That’s better. Now slip off your dress.”

  The black, skintight outfit had already risen high up her thighs, and she rolled it further up her body before pulling it over her head. She discarded it with a flamboyant flick of her wrist. “Gone now.” Her full, unfettered breasts bounced free. She loved the way her nipples protruded and pebbled with sexual excitement. Her panties were soon dispatched when Hunter hooked his thumbs inside and ripped them from her trembling body.

  Goddamn it. She loved the erotic noise that tearing lace made.

  Completely naked now, she stood breathless and expectant in front of her man. Her eyes connected with his. She wouldn’t blink first. She was damned sure of that. “Well, what are you gonna do now, big boy?” she taunted.

  “Pretty sure of yourself aren’t you?” He caressed a finger over her clit, making her shudder. “So wet, too. You’re ready to play, aren’t you?”

  “Oh, Hunter, you know I am.”

  “Then help me undress.”

  He let her go, and they both stood and started kissing each other passionately. Now that Hunter had told her he loved her, his sweet mouth seemed to taste even better. “I want you, Hunter.” Zoë frantically began undoing the buttons on his shirt. In her excitement, and haste, she couldn’t be bothered with the last few. Instead, she ripped his shirt wide open, exposing his wonderful masculine chest. His pierced nipples turned her on, and she leaned forward pulling at the gold jewelry with her teeth. She gave them an extra hard yank for good measure.

  “Just take it easy, Peaches. I’m only made of flesh and blood.”

  “Such a baby,” she jokingly mocked, as she soothed the aroused flesh with the tip of her tongue, enjoying his warmth and masculinity.

  His pectoral muscles flexed as he pulled the ruined shirt from his shoulders. Without ceremony he dumped it on the floor.

  Zoë eagerly pulled down his pants. “What’s in here belongs to me, Mister.” His cock jutted out magnificently. It twitched and throbbed, ready for action. “You’re beautiful, Hunter.” She sunk to her knees and swirled her tongue over the engorged head. After five days away, she figured Hunter was ready for her. He tasted of man as she sucked him right back.

  He groaned, out loud. “Fucking hell, woman. What are you doing to me?” She squeezed his ass with one hand and his balls with the other. His whole body shuddered and he gripped her head tightly, forcing her onto his prick.

  Through gritted teeth he whispered, “What you do with that cute little mouth of yours is something else, but I’m gonna stop you right now.” Reluctantly, very reluctantly, he pulled his shaft from her wanton lips.

  She pouted petulantly. “Spoilsport.”

  “Lie on the bed.” As she rose from her knees and stood upright, he spanked her bare ass three times in quick succession. “That means now, lady.”

  Loving his dominant side, she immediately lay on the bed. “Yes, Master, right away, Master.” The cool covers tickled deliciously against her naked back, and she held out her arms in welcome as he lay on top of her. He nudged her legs apart and entered her quickly, making her moan in appreciation. His cock felt thick and satisfying as it touched the back of her womb.

  After being apart for so long, Hunter was in no mood for finesse. He immediately started pumping away like a jackhammer, thrusting deep inside her like a man possessed. It felt wonderful to know she had this effect on a man as powerful as Hunter. As a Dom, he liked to be in control, but she enjoyed this spontaneous side to his nature, too.

  Zoë hooked her legs around Hunter, and crossed her ankles beneath his butt. Each time he entered her, she urged him faster and faster. His strokes were long and achingly pleasurable as his shaft skimmed her clit, making her mew with enjoyment.

  “Fuck me harder, harder,” she demanded, digging her fingernails into the toned muscles of his flexing shoulders. His body burned with heat as he powered into her. “Yes, yes, harder, harder.” Wonderful waves of pleasure began pulsing around his shaft, as he filled her pussy with incredible urgency and vigor. On the crest of orgasm, she scored her fingernails down his back. “Yes…yes…yes…yes.”

  When she looked into his eyes, a wonderful sense of serenity overwhelmed her. This man, her man, loved her. All the disappointments Zoë had ever experienced simply disappeared in a puff of smoke. It was as though hard times had never existed. The unhappiness she’d felt at St. Mark’s when she was just a shy girl vanished, never to return. Her shallow, unfulfilled life at Les Belles, where she’d danced provocatively for men she would normally cross to t
he other side of the street to avoid, simply melted away.

  All her sadness ceased to exist, replaced instead with a happiness she’d never thought possible. All that mattered was the here and now.

  Here she was with Hunter, the man she loved. The man she’d always loved. The man she would love until the end of time. Hunter gave her stability. He was the glue that held the past, present, and future together. She stared into his eyes, mesmerized by his beauty.

  When her climax finally broke, she gripped his biceps, tensing and relaxing her fingers as wave upon wave of incredible pleasure took control of her body and mind. “Yes…yes…oh…God…yes.” She shuddered against him, whimpering his name as her orgasm gathered even more momentum. “Hunter, Hunter, I love you, Hunter.”

  “I love you, too, Peaches.” With each successive lunge, he rose higher and higher from her body, driving his prick deep inside her with beautiful, masculine force. The veins on his powerful forearms stood prominent and sexy as hell. They bulged impressively as he kept his weight from her. Beads of perspiration trickled down his brow, before dropping between her breasts and mixing with her own sweat.

  Hunter stared into her eyes, his blond hair feathering around his handsome face. She knew he was close when his eyelids slid shut and his lips parted. With her own orgasm still shattering around him, she watched in awe as his perfect male body arched majestically. He let out a deep, guttural groan as he threw his head back. Like a magnificent Greek God, he became motionless for a moment, before making one final penetrating thrust, as he filled her with his beautiful seed.

  She clung to him, her breathing fast and furious. She loved the way their sweat-soaked bodies stuck together. “Christ, I love you, Hunter Black.”

  “I love you, too, Zoë Leighton.” His breathing was as fast as her own.

  When he finally withdrew, he settled on his back and pulled her into his arms. She nestled lazily on his shoulder.

  Contentment like she’d never felt before flooded her whole body. “You make me so happy, Hunter.”

  “We’re soul mates, Zoë. We were always meant to be together. It’s our destiny.” He tenderly kissed her forehead. “Marry me.”

  Epilogue

  One week later

  Club Submission, private party

  11:00 p.m.

  Hunter leaned on the bar, totally contented with his life. He smiled as he watched Zoë and Jessica gossiping together on the far side of the room. Every so often he would see Zoë throw back her head and roar with laughter. He’d never seen her so happy.

  Matthew and Ethan had arranged the private party at the club. It was going down a storm. All the Masters were present. As he surveyed the throbbing, vibrant crowd, he saw Cole, Zane, and Emma chatting happily together. Francine put a drink to her sub’s lips as he knelt obediently beside her, a leash around his neck. Ethan sat in the corner, deep in conversation with two new subs that he’d invited for the evening. Lucky bastard.

  Hunter had just taken a sip of his bourbon, when Matthew walked up to him and slapped him on the back. “Hunter, you sly old dog. I’ve heard through the grapevine that you’re getting married to Zoë. It’s a surprise to say the least.”

  Hunter smiled contentedly. “Yeah, marriage fever seems to have taken over Club Submission. First Zane and Emma, and now Zoë and me. It’ll be you next.”

  Matthew shook his head, a smile strengthening the lines around his mouth. “Oh, no, there’s not a woman in this Goddamn world that could tame me.”

  Hunter roared with genuine happy laughter. “That’s exactly what I said, buddy.”

  “So what the fuck happened?”

  Hunter spread his arms wide, his palms up. “I fell in love with the most beautiful woman in the world. When that happens, a guy just doesn’t stand a chance.”

  “I’m not knocking it, man. Whatever works for you. I can see Zoë is one special woman, but I prefer being single, and unattached.”

  Hunter of all people knew what a sad, lonely existence that really was. “I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree on that one, Matt.”

  Matthew smiled and squeezed Hunter’s shoulder. “Guess so, man. Anyway, congratulations. I wish you and Zoë all the happiness in the world.” He attracted Todd’s attention with a wave of his hand. “Say, Todd, open up a few bottles of champagne. The good stuff that we keep for special occasions like this. The drinks are on the house, make sure everyone has a glass.”

  “Sure thing, boss, what are we celebrating?”

  “Hunter and his good lady are getting hitched.”

  “Wow.” Todd looked genuinely surprised. He came across and vigorously shook Hunter’s hand. “Congratulations, you’ve found yourself a great girl, only…”

  “Only what, Todd?”

  “Only, I distinctly remember you saying, you weren’t a settling-down type of guy.”

  “What can I say. The lady just blew me away.”

  Once the champagne was uncorked and flowing freely, Matthew shouted out, “Listen up, and gather ’round, everyone, Hunter’s getting married.”

  Zoë melted into Hunter’s arms. His heart was full of love as he held her wonderful elfin face, and smiled into her beautiful green eyes.

  “Speech, speech,” said Matthew. Everyone joined in echoing his words, chanting louder and louder—“speech, speech, speech, speech”—until Hunter was forced to raise his hands in surrender.

  He laughed. “Okay, okay, you guys win.”

  Hunter raised the glass of champagne, and wrapped his arm protectively around Zoë’s slender waist. He looked deep into her soul as he spoke from his heart. “To each and every one of you. May you find peace, happiness, and above all love, just as I have.” He passionately kissed Zoë’s lips, and Club Submission erupted with applause. He knew she would be by his side forever. “I love you, Zoë, and I always will.”

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  At present, Jan Bowles lives in the East of England, UK.

  Jan has lived in various parts of the UK and Europe. When she was much younger, she lived in Los Angeles. She traveled by car across the entire length of Route 66 to Chicago. It was an experience she has never forgotten.

  A hobby Jan has enjoyed for many years is painting large landscapes and sweeping vistas. You can see many of her paintings on her website—www.janbowles.com.

  Jan writes romantic stories, bringing passion to the pages with an emotional twist but always with a happy ending!

  In 2011 she received a CAPA nomination for Best Contemporary Romance, for her book, Bought for the Billionaire’s Bed, from The Romance Studio.

  In 2010 Jan Bowles received two nominations from the romance industry. In Debt to the Dom received a nomination for Best BDSM Book 2010, from Love Romances Cafe, and she also received a CAPA nomination for Favorite Erotic Author 2010 from The Romance Studio.

  Also by Jan Bowles

  Everlasting Classic: Masters of Submission 1: Master of Submission

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