Overcome (Hidden Pleasures, #1)

by Jennifer James

  Because he’d given her a choice. He’d asked her to play.

  And she’d nodded yes.

  “Choose a word. A word to stop me. A word you’d never use in sex. You can tell me ‘no’ all you want, you can beg and cry and scream. In fact, I hope you do.” A new flow of her cum coated him and he groaned. “Oh, you like that idea. Just remember, our game continues until I hear the word.”

  He withdrew his fingers, left her pussy grasping at emptiness, and circled her clit.

  “Uh—” A safe word? She wanted him to finger fuck her. She squeezed his arm and he stopped playing with her clit, let her panties snap against her tummy.

  “Do it, or I stop.” In one quick, rough jerk, he yanked her shirt over her head. Shea moaned over and over through the wall, and the smacks of the headboard intensified.

  He grabbed both of her tits and smashed them together. The large circles of her areolas disappeared under his hands. “Pick a word, any word. I’m going to titty fuck you, and every time my dick comes near your mouth, you’re going to suck it into your mouth. I’m going to come all over your tongue, your tits, your chin. You’ll like that, having my cum all over you.”

  A thrill chased over her. He was right. She wanted it. The glide of his cock, the weight of him pinning her down, the dominance of the act.

  She sagged into his torso. “Freckles.”

  The word dropped from her mouth without conscious thought, into the room, and filled a void she hadn’t been aware she’d carried. She realized with the word spoken, she’d put her trust in this man, and admitted aloud what she wanted.

  She wanted to be owned. For her body to belong to someone else. For someone else to take responsibility for her pleasure and lead her. To have choice and thought removed.

  “Our game begins now. The rules are simple. I am in charge. If you want me to stop at any time, use your safe word. I won’t stop for anything else, except the word ‘red.’ You do what I say, when I say...or I’ll spank your ass.”

  She nodded and wondered if he did this often. Picked up strange women in bars or their hallways and dominated them. She didn’t really care. Her gaze focused on the floor, the authority in his tone sent chills across her. Anticipation.

  “Say it aloud. Say, ‘Luis, I want you to fuck me.’” He grabbed the left side of her panties with both hands and ripped them apart. She gasped, shocked by the sudden violence in the move. The right side gave way next with a loud pop.

  Naked now in front of him, she moved to cover her breasts.

  “Say the words, Ronnie.”

  Frozen caramel might as well be in her mouth. She tried to open it to speak and closed it again. Open. Closed. “I want....I want you to...fuck me.”

  The last words were barely above a whisper. But he rewarded her with a warm toned “Good sub.”

  The heat of his mouth brushed across her temples.

  “In my presence, when we play, you are never, ever to wear panties. I want access to your pussy without them in my way.”

  Vague awareness that the noise from next door had stopped crept in, but she was focused on what he’d do next.

  What Sir would do to her.

  What he’d make her to do him.

  Her legs wobbled.

  “Clamp your thighs tight and hold your panties in place.”

  No problem there. Her thighs rubbed together anyway. The heat of his body pressed to her back disappeared and she turned to peek over her shoulder. The blue light from her wireless router lit the room brightly, even as he closed the door and cut out the light from the hallway.

  A huge tattoo covered most of his back and shoulders. Muscles moved under his gorgeous tan skin. What was he doing with her? Shea had a much better figure. He’d said he liked her hips, but she didn’t think she bought it. Men this good looking didn’t go for women like her.

  He caught her looking and frowned. “Face front. No moving unless I tell you to.”

  A lock of her red hair floated down over her eye and she ducked her head. The sight of his body, each muscle bunched and corded captivated her. She wanted to lick him.

  He stopped next to her and ran his fingertips down her spine to her ass crack. She tensed, waited, butterflies rioting in her stomach. Would he go farther? Did she want him to?

  The width of his thick finger delved down between her cheeks and he pressed on the pucker of her ass.

  “Don’t you drop those panties.”

  She shuddered and clenched her fists, unsure of what to do. This was dirty. Naughty. So wrong. And so, so right. His finger tip breached her, a sting of pain and a strange popping sensation gave way to radiating tingles of pleasure. She squirmed, fought not to move even though she wanted to rock on his probing finger and take it deeper. He steadied her with his free hand on her belly.

  “Hold still. You’ve never done this before, have you?”

  She shook her head no.

  The movement at her asshole stopped. “Say it aloud. Say, ‘I’ve never had anal sex before, but I like it when you finger my ass, Sir.’”

  Her mouth dropped open, but she couldn’t speak. He shifted his position until he stood more behind her and swatted her, once, hard.

  Pain radiated from the slap. “Ow, what—”

  “I told you to do something.” He twisted the front of her panties in his free hand and scissored them up between her lips by holding on to the back of them with his other. The material rubbed her clit, and he towed them back and forth. “Say it.”

  “I have never had anal sex before, but I...I like...I like....” She whimpered and closed her eyes.

  “Say it.” The cotton fell away and he flicked his finger back and forth over her.

  An orgasm coiled in her tummy and she shook.

  He stopped. “Say the words and I’ll let you come.”

  “I’ve never had anal sex before but I like it when you finger my ass, Sir.” The last words rushed from her mouth and she bit her lip.

  “Good girl.” The wide, full lips she’d admired in the hall latched onto hers and he plunged his tongue into her mouth. Aggression, lust, command overwhelmed her, until she responded back, tangling her tongue with his.

  He released her mouth, withdrew the finger in her ass, and extracted the panties from between her legs with a slow pull. “Go get on the bed. I want you face down with your ass in the air.”

  Fear wormed its way in and she couldn’t move her legs. He studied her face and stroked her hair.

  “Don’t worry pretty girl. No anal sex today. Now, go get on the bed or I’ll be forced to spank that lily white ass of yours.”

  A tiny voice inside her whispered it might be fun to disobey. To take a spanking. After the shock and pain of the slap he’d given her, she’d wanted more. She liked it.

  Her vibe was still on the bed. She should hide it. But what if he wanted to use it...

  Oh God yes. Let him use it on me.

  The comforter, sheets, and pillows were in disarray from her earlier masturbation session. Nevertheless she clambered up and got on her hands and knees.

  And waited. On display.

  The whisper of cloth moving filled her ears and she wondered if he’d taken his jeans off. She wanted to see him naked. But if she looked, he’d smack her ass. Maybe she should look anyway.

  The mattress dipped when he climbed up behind her. “I have a condom on. But I’m clean. You may look if you want.”

  She craned her neck to get a glimpse of what she’d been feeling against her ass or hip for the last several minutes and gasped. His dick was huge. Thick and long.

  There was no way she could handle the thing. A smug grin stretched his face and he filled both of his palms with her cheeks. “Nervous?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what?” He smacked her ass. Hard.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  A low hum of approval was her reward.

  “Don’t worry. You’ll be ready.” He plunged three fingers into her pussy and fucked her with them. “
Drop your head down to your pillow.”

  Her heart pounded until it might burst and she fought the urge to rock back and forth to meet his fingers. The wet glide of his tongue over her clit as he fingered her surprised her and she jerked away, then settled back, thirsty for more. God it felt even better than she’d fantasized it would. He licked her clit and sucked it hard, lapped at it while his fingers pounded her. He wet his thumb and popped it into her ass. The white-hot pulse of sensation flared through her and she groaned.

  “God yes. More. More. Please more.” The sheets crumpled in her fists and pleasure surged from her cunt to her tits and through every vein.

  “Come on my face. Come Ronnie.” He buried his mouth on her body, licking her pussy lips and fucking her hard. Delight flowed from her ass and clit, the friction in her pussy drove her mad as her muscles clenched on him.

  Orgasm shook her, and he gave her no time to recover. He plowed his cock into her with a deep plunge that sent her flat onto her belly.

  “Big. You’re too big.” Stuffed full of cock, her muscles clenched and grabbed at him, and she fought the urge to kick him away.

  “You can handle it.” The bite of his fingers burrowed into her hips and he withdrew slowly before he slammed into her pussy, stretching her, his balls slapping her clit.

  He hadn’t even been all the way inside her the first time.

  For the first time she was being truly fucked.

  She loved it. The burn as he shoved his way into her, the pain of his cock reaching her end, the bruising grip he had on her....

  She spread her legs wider. “Hard. Oh God hard. I love it. I love your dick inside me. Give me all of it.”

  The bed slammed the wall and the bedding scattered. He grunted, his stomach slapping her ass.

  In a fast backward lunge, he withdrew and flipped her over. He stripped the condom off and clambered up over her chest until he knelt above her.

  “I have to fuck these titties.” He slid his dick into her cleavage and pressed her breasts tight to his cock. When he got to the top of his thrust, he held still. “Suck on the head of my dick.”

  The large, purple mushroom head was close enough for her to lick it in a slow circle. He shoved forward more and she parted her lips, sucked it inside. The ridge on it intrigued her, so she traced it with her tongue.

  “Good girl. That’s right.” He drew back, dragging his balls over her chest.

  The sensation of him fucking her tits wasn’t as thrilling as him fucking her pussy. The pleasure came from the dominance of him being above her. She captured his cock once more, and moved to take a larger length into her mouth.

  The thick shaft bumped the back of her throat. She licked the underside and twirled her tongue around as much of him as possible.

  “You’re a fast learner. But I’m not ready to come in your mouth yet.” He pulled his cock out and a trail of saliva dripped onto her chin. “I can’t get enough of this pussy. I have to fuck you again.”

  He positioned himself between her thighs and rammed into her.

  “Ah—”

  “Fuck. This tight pussy is gonna milk my cum right out. You’re so damn hot and tight around my dick. I love fucking a tight pussy like this.”

  She twined her legs around his waist, didn’t care that he’d taken the condom off. Everything about this was risky and new and off the charts crazy. He stroked her clit with his thumb and plunged into her harder.

  “Yes. Play with my clit. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck...me....” She thrashed on the bed as she came again; barely aware he’d pulled out.

  He knelt next to her face, pumping his dick with his hand. “Open your mouth. I’m going to come on your tongue. Stick it out.”

  She complied; transfixed by the veins standing out in his neck and the rough way he handled his cock. White cum spurted from the slit and landed on her tongue and chest. She held her tits up in offering, recalling how he’d said he wanted to cum on them.

  The hot semen spattered on her chin and tits, dripped off her tongue. It was so filthy and wicked and raw and she loved it.

  When he’d finished, he stroked her cheek. “Swallow it.”

  In a quick gulp, she closed her mouth and swallowed the musky, strong, bodily fluid.

  “Did you enjoy the way I fucked you?” He loomed over her, his dick still half erect.

  She nodded, and he gave her a look. Adrenaline flooded her system and she found her voice. “Yes, Sir.”

  A smile was her reward and she wanted to lap up his approval and roll in it.

  “Good. I liked fucking you too. I can’t wait to bury my dick in your pussy again.” His gaze seared her, and he shifted his gaze from her face to her breasts to her pussy. “I’d like to take you to Hidden Pleasures tomorrow. There’s someone I want you to meet. I think you’ll like him.” He ran his fingers through her hair and she leaned into his touch. “Shea can help you get dressed. She knows what to wear. Would you like that?”

  “I don’t know, Sir.” She chewed on her lip, unsure and confused.

  He was making her think, and when she thought, it was easy to argue herself out of what she wanted.

  He clambered around on the bed and spooned up behind her. “Just remember, you can use your safe word.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Was he going to stay with her all night? Did he want her to fuck someone else tomorrow? She thought about asking and changed her mind. Let him decide. Sir would take charge.

  She didn’t have to think.

  And right now, that seemed like a good idea. When it didn’t anymore, she could go back to living the way she had been before.

  Chapter Two

  The four inch stilettos Shea insisted she wear along with the tiny, pleated skirt, suspenders, and white button down shirt made her feel like a porn movie cliché. Her friend even insisted she lose her contacts for the night and wear her glasses instead. At least she hadn’t had to put her hair in pig tails.

  Deep bass thumped and vibrated the floor of Hidden Pleasures. Red velvet wall hangings draped in sensual arrays, and careful lighting sparked off crystal chandeliers. The club wasn’t anything like she’d imagined.

  She hovered behind Shea, unsure of what to do or where to go. A breeze wafted under the hem of her skirt and reminded her she didn’t have any panties on. The cool air felt good on her pussy, Luis had left her wonderfully sore from the night before.

  If he took her again like he had last night, she’d be popping ibuprofen for a week.

  Just thinking about how he’d commanded her, left small bruises on her hips, and the slightly swollen state of her pussy lips aroused her.

  Her friend turned and grasped Ronnie’s hand, towing her along behind her. “Luis must really like you. I’m starting to think he came home with me the other night just to meet you.”

  “What? Why would he do that?” She frowned.

  Shea shrugged. “He saw your picture on my phone and asked about you. And I think you know that telling Luis no about anything is pretty much impossible.”

  The front area of the club they were currently in was large and open. Inviting. She had never been one for the club scene. They were dark and dirty and someone was always throwing up in the bathroom or dumping a drink on you.

  But Hidden Pleasures was different. Unlike other clubs she’d been too, the couples dancing moved more in slow, sensual circles, and waitresses cruised through the crowd with champagne flutes or drink glasses. No beer anywhere she could see.

  As they skirted the edge of the dance floor, a woman in a red mini-dress pointed at the floor and the man with her went to his knees. She tugged her dress up, widened her stance, and he started eating her pussy. Right there in front of everyone.

  Ronnie stumbled and almost fell over. Shea sniggered and shook her head.

  “Get used to it, around here that’s normal.”

  A wide, bronzed chest filled her vision. Not the gorgeous natural caramel of Luis’s skin. No, this was the skin of a man who tanned from spe
nding lots of time outside with his shirt off.

  A small area of chest hair centered between his pecs, and his belly was devoid of hair except for a thin happy trail. Black leather pants encased thick, muscular thighs.

  “Are you Ronnie?”

  She met his eyes and swallowed twice before she could answer. “Yes.”

  Sandy brown hair with natural blonde highlights hung to his shoulders. Piercing hazel eyes speared her, zeroed in on her. His nose looked like it’d been broken a few times.

  “Shea, Brian is waiting for you in alcove six.” His gaze never left her as he spoke. Shea might as well have been a piece of furniture for all the attention he gave her. “Go now.”

  Shock registered at his complete disregard for the gorgeous blonde. Shea, with her long, slim legs, flat tummy, and high tight boobs, overlooked for short, full-figured her.

  Shea kissed her on the cheek, and whispered in her ear. “Have fun, let Luis take care of you, and I’ll see you later. Don’t leave without checking in.”

  “O-okay.” Trepidation splashed icy water on her. She didn’t like being left with a stranger. Especially since she was here to meet a man who was mostly a stranger. She didn’t even know his last name. How old he was. His favorite color.

  A tremble flowed over her and tears threatened to flow. What the fuck was she doing here?

  Shea disappeared behind one of the velvet curtains, but when she moved the fabric aside to enter, Ronnie saw a man in there, fucking a woman from behind.

  “I think I want to go home. I don’t know what I’m doing here.”

  Her companion took her hand and brushed his knuckles over her cheek. “I’m Gavin. Luis is getting things ready for you.” He towed her closer, dipping his head so he could look her in the eye. “Just look at me. That’s right. Good girl. You’ve never been anywhere like this before, have you?”

  She shook her head no and took a shaky breath. Gavin had the same sort of presence Luis did, but not as strong or something.

  Luis had looked at her and she hadn’t worried about making a decision ever again in her life. Gavin she could say no to and it wouldn’t take much will power at all.

  At least, she didn’t think it would. What did she really know about herself anyway?