Dominated

by Becca Jameson

  She licked her lips, wishing he would do anything except just stare at her. The single stroke through her folds hadn’t been nearly enough.

  “God, you smell good, Kathleen.” He inhaled long and slow, his face inches from her pussy. He released her completely. With one hand he pressed above her sex, pushing her skin until she realized what he’d accomplished. The hood of her clit had been pulled off the tiny nub. Her knees shook.

  With his other hand, he circled the little bundle of nerves until she moaned and tried in vain to close her knees against the assault.

  Still pressing into her groin, he looked into her eyes.

  Oh my God. The need to buck into him was squelched by his firm grip.

  Without looking away from her, he lifted his wet finger from her clit and flicked it over her nipple. She bucked her chest and gripped the sheet tighter.

  “So responsive. I love that about you. You’re so wet and ready for me.” He pinched the other nipple, shocking her.

  She moaned, her head rolling to one side so she could escape his pointed gaze. How did he manage to inflict so much precise torture to her body without seeming to even glance down at his hands?

  “Look at me, baby. Watch me as I make you come.” His voice was controlled.

  She sucked in a breath. Damn him. Just staring at her without touching her made her crave him.

  “Thatta girl. Eyes on me. Watch me while I make you feel so good.”

  With both hands, he circled her nipples and toyed with her breasts, not quite hitting the tips again. She pebbled even more, her chest aching, seeming to tighten with each stroke of his fingers. When he finally grasped her nipples simultaneously with his pointers and thumbs, pinching them, she screamed.

  “Please,” she begged.

  “Just feel,” he responded. “I’m just getting started.” He trailed his fingers down her body back to her sex. “Your pussy is pink and perfect.” He held her lower lips open, making her head spin. No one had ever gazed at her like that. Hell, no one had ever even seen her pussy since she’d been a toddler.

  Now Gabriel was examining her closely in the full light of day on his bed in his childhood room. And she wanted more.

  Always one step behind what she craved, he pushed one finger into her channel. She bucked her hips up, pleading for more contact. Her pussy squeezed his finger without her control.

  He moaned. “So tight, Kathleen. So fucking tight.” He wiggled onto his stomach between her legs, bringing his face closer to her pussy.

  As he pulled his finger out of her core, he held her open and without warning, jammed his tongue into her center.

  “Oh God,” she moaned. She knew cognitively that men sometimes did this to women, but putting it into action was overloading her senses. She couldn’t have imagined someone licking her between her legs.

  And again she wanted more.

  He didn’t disappoint. He licked and sucked her sex until he’d climbed high enough to flick his tongue over her clit.

  It was too much. She was so close. The instant he sucked the tight nub into his mouth, she shot off, her orgasm taking control of her. Her pussy milked at nothing, her clit throbbing between his lips.

  She burned to have him inside her and wasn’t beyond begging for more.

  As she came down from her high, she flinched. He backed off her sensitive skin and licked a trail around it.

  “You taste fantastic.” He lifted his face and set his chin on her crotch, grinning up at her. “That was so beautiful. Thank you.”

  Thank him? If that was a gift for him, she was one very lucky woman.

  He stroked her thighs and then her stomach, lifting back to a sitting position and resuming his attention to her breasts. “I love how your nipples stand high on your chest when I graze them.” He did so, just to prove his point. She flinched at the contact.

  “Please, Gabe. I need you,” she pleaded. Enough small talk. Enough torturing her. She wanted him inside her—now.

  “This is forever, you know. Once I claim you, you’re mine for good. There’s no going back. At least not without torturing us both.” He spoke the words with all seriousness, and she felt the heaviness of his pronouncement. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.” The word came out on a breath, barely audible. “Please.”

  He stood and never took his gaze off hers while he popped the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper. His cock sprung out as though exasperated with its confined treatment.

  As his jeans fell to the floor, she watched his girth grow larger. Was that possible? She swallowed and nibbled on her lower lip. Her knees closed of their own accord. Concern made her trepidation increase. She knew how tight it felt having his finger inside her. How would it feel to have that huge staff filling her tight insides?

  He climbed back between her legs, gently pressing them open.

  “Relax, Kathleen.” He stroked her thighs again. “I’ll go slow. I promise.”

  “May I touch you?” she asked. She reached for him without waiting for permission. His smooth chest called to her. She couldn’t resist stroking her fingers down his pecs. He didn’t say a word, letting her explore his muscles. When she grazed over his nipple, he flinched. It pebbled as hers had. She trailed the tips of her fingers down his torso until she reached his cock.

  He grabbed her wrist. “As much as I want you to take me in your hand, you can’t this time. Later.”

  Why? She gazed up at his face.

  He chuckled. “I’m so close to exploding, I’ll never make it inside you if you touch me, baby.”

  He took her other wrist with his free hand and pulled them both up alongside her head as he leaned over her body. His huge frame spread her legs even wider. His thickness nudged her opening. The fire inside her raged out of control. He was dominating her with his body, and her arousal shot sky-high.

  “Slow and easy. Deep breaths.” He kissed her—a soft slow kiss that melted her a fraction as his cock eased into her tight sex.

  Her brain scrambled to keep up, consumed anew with his lips. But in an instant she struggled to pay attention to the kiss, her entire body tensing as he pressed forward. She squeezed the blanket alongside her head with her fists. The restraint he had on her made her need him even more. How was that possible?

  He paused in his entrance and nibbled her lips. “Relax, baby. It’s gonna feel so good.” He held her tighter with both hands and stiffened his entire body a second before he pressed into her slow and steady until he reached so deep she couldn’t breathe.

  She gasped. The pain was sharp as he stretched her beyond reason. She held her breath, her vision clouding as he stared into her eyes.

  He released her wrists and stroked her cheeks again, her eyelids, her chin, her lips. “You okay?”

  He soothed her with gentle nibbles across her face as he waited.

  She began to breathe again as her body adjusted to his girth. The pain subsided and left her with an unexplainable need as her body accommodated him. “Move,” she mumbled.

  He lifted his face and gazed into her eyes. “Okay?”

  “Move,” she repeated, lifting her hips into him the fraction she could control.

  He pulled out halfway and then pressed back into her.

  She moaned. So good. Oh God.

  When he did it again, she rocked up with him, begging with her body for him to reenter.

  He set a rhythm, his lips closing and his face growing tighter as he seemed to struggle to keep a slow pace.

  “More,” she requested. She didn’t want him to hold back. The strain on his face told her he was in need of release.

  The friction inside her channel was beyond imagination. She wanted him to stay inside her forever. She’d never felt so close to another person before. Or wolf, for that matter.

  He spoke through gritted teeth. “Demanding little thing, aren’t you?” His smile told her all she needed to know.

  Lord she wanted him to stop coddling her and fuck her harder. Now.
r />   He did as she wished though, increasing the speed of his thrusts, his groin brushing against her clit with each pass.

  She sucked in a breath as she felt herself reaching for another orgasm.

  “Come for me, baby,” he pleaded.

  Could she? So soon after just having an orgasm against his mouth?

  “Come, Kathleen. I’ll not release myself until you do.” He pressed firmly against her.

  She tipped her head back and squeezed her eyes shut as her orgasm climbed to the surface. So close. Would she disappoint him if she couldn’t come again?

  “Now, Kathleen. Come.” He reached between their bodies. Before she knew what he was doing, he’d pinched her clit with his fingers. She exploded, her pussy grasping his cock and squeezing him as her orgasm washed through her entire body.

  On the heels of her release, Gabe pushed into her as far as possible and groaned through his own orgasm. He filled her with his seed, pulse after pulse of his come slicking the inside of her sex.

  She watched his face as he came undone through the end of her own release.

  When he finally relaxed, his gaze landed on hers and he stroked her face again. “Thank you, mate of mine. That was the most beautiful gift I’ve ever received.” He collapsed onto his side, landing just to her left so she wouldn’t be smashed by his enormous frame.

  She still struggled to breathe normal, reaching for his biceps that landed across her chest and stroking his firm arm. How did a doctor who worked as many hours as she was sure he did have enough time to work out as much as his muscles attested to?

  His breathing slowed as she explored his skin.

  This was really happening. She had let this demanding persistent shifter claim her. She was mated. Now what?

  Chapter Five

  Gabe stood beside the bed and stared down at his sweet mate. She’d fallen asleep, her hair spread out around her on his pillow. He couldn’t believe his good fortune. She’d been gloriously open to him as he took her for the first time. And so damn beautiful when she came, her mouth hanging open, her eyes half-closed, her neck long and stretched.

  He ran his fingers through the curls against the pillow, watching her relaxed face, her chest rising and falling evenly in slumber.

  He wanted her again. But he also wanted to go for a run with her. He’d not been able to get enough free time to shift and dash between the trees since he’d returned home and that was the best part about his parents’ land.

  He needed to ease her awake and slid back in between the sheets next to her.

  The top sheet he’d pulled over their tangled bodies after they’d collapsed rested just over the tips of her breasts. Unable to resist, he trailed one finger down her neck and across the valley of her cleavage. He tugged the sheet gently with his foot until it left her chest bare to his gaze.

  So fucking sexy. Her skin was perfection, a light tan color that was her normal skin tone. Her rosy nipples stood at attention even in sleep. He drew circles around the tips, so delicately that she would barely notice. Her nipples rose higher anyway, poking forward, begging for him to touch them.

  She moaned and arched into his touch. When he let his gaze wander to her face, he found her eyes open to small slits. Her smile melted his heart. How long had she been watching?

  “Stop that,” she whispered with no conviction whatsoever. She didn’t even move a muscle.

  “Now, why would I do that? It makes you smile. It makes your skin flush. And it makes your nipples bead. All things I like to see.”

  “You’re going to wear me out.”

  “Yes. Over and over again. Day and night. For as long as you let me.” He grinned, his gaze returning to her chest.

  He pushed the sheet lower and trailed a path down her stomach to circle her belly button.

  She sucked her stomach in tight, the dip hollowing out her center.

  Lower still he kicked the sheet until her pussy was bare to his gaze. “What made you decide to shave? Did you do it for me?”

  She shook her head. “I’ve been doing it for a while. I like the way it feels and there’s never any worry of embarrassment when I wear a bikini. Do you like it?”

  “I love it. I’m just surprised.” He tipped his head up to look her in the eye. “How skimpy is this bikini?” Why did he feel a sudden overwhelming protectiveness and . . . jealously for anyone who’d ever seen her that way?

  She giggled as he tickled her hip. “Are you worried?”

  Yes. “I might be. Depends on who sees you that way and how much fabric there is.”

  “I’m a girl.” She shrugged. “I wear bikinis. At least as long as I can before I get old and fat and sloppy.” She scrunched up her face.

  “Were you planning to do that soon?” he teased.

  She bit her lip. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Would you lose interest in me?”

  “Never.” He kissed her lips. “Let’s go for a run.”

  “What, now?”

  “Yes. I want to run free with you. And then we’ll discuss this bikini.” What the hell was the matter with him? Since when did he care what his girlfriends wore and who saw them in a state of semi-nudity? Since you claimed this one as your own.

  He nudged her hip and yanked the sheet away, fully exposing the rest of her body. It wasn’t much, but she shied away, covering herself by turning into his body. “I’m not sure when I’ll get used to being naked with you staring at me like that. It’s disconcerting.”

  “You’ll get over it in a hurry. I like my women naked.” He stood and raised his eyebrows at her, tugging on her arm.

  “Is that so? How many women would that be now?”

  He pulled her into his embrace, aligning her smooth naked skin with his rough hard body and loving the way they meshed together. “One, baby. Just one.” He kissed her soundly, unsure if he would ever get enough of her sweet lips.

  When he leaned back, he swatted her on the ass, making her gasp. “Let’s go.”

  The look on her face was priceless, eyes bugging out, mouth hanging open. “Did you just spank me?”

  He smirked at her and sniffed the air dramatically.

  She backed up a step, disengaging from her his gentle clutch. “Don’t you dare tell me I liked it, buddy. That’s ridiculous. You are so not scenting my arousal. Nobody wants to be spanked. I’m a grown woman.” Her words were clipped, but her hands shook and she squeezed her legs together. It did nothing to mask her arousal.

  He stalked toward her where she’d backed into the edge of the bed. A grin spread across his lips. “I do believe my little mate has a penchant for both bondage and spanking.” Shit. He hadn’t missed how her body had reacted to him holding her hands above her head while he pressed into her pussy. Without pausing, he lowered his mouth to her open lips and kissed the sense out of her before she could comment.

  When he was sure he had sufficiently scrambled her brain, he leaned back. “Let’s go before I’m tempted to pull you over my knee right now. The thought is making my cock hard. And I don’t want to take you again so soon.”

  She stood stunned, swaying slightly against the bed as he picked up their clothes and headed toward the door.

  “Aren’t we going to get dressed?” she asked, dodging toward him and grasping for her skirt and shirt.

  “Nope. We don’t need to. We’re going to sneak downstairs and leave the clothes by the back door to put on when we get back. No one is home remember?” He turned and left the room, giving her the opportunity to follow on her own. God, he was going to enjoy this mate of his. He could already tell she would enjoy submitting to him and that thought was going to keep him rock hard for weeks on end.

  Why did his arousal spike so high every time he surprised her with another act of dominance? The look on her face as was priceless. If he could just keep her guessing for the next eighty years, they’d have more fun than he could’ve ever asked for.

  Damn him. Without saying a single word, he’d somehow managed to get her to comply
with his wishes.

  If anyone had suggested yesterday that she’d follow a man down the stairs and through the house buck naked after he’d swatted her ass, she’d have laughed them out of the room. And yet . . .

  Her brain told her his demanding ways were over the top and she should put an end to them. Her heart told her he was the sexiest man alive and every time he opened his mouth or even looked at her, she melted.

  Her entire body shook with nervous energy. Even though he’d already claimed her, she was leery of his lifestyle as it leaked out in bits and pieces. He’d taken such great care with her as he took her virginity, but she had a feeling he was about to get controlling. Could she let this man dominate her? How embarrassing. And even more nerve-racking—she found herself enjoying it. She was loathe to admit that fact.

  When she reached the back door, she was breathing heavily, glancing from side to side to ensure they were indeed alone. She hoped he would hurry the process up. She wouldn’t relax until they were shifted.

  Of course wolves sometimes saw each other naked. It was the way of their species. However, Kathleen wasn’t in the habit of stripping in front of people, even to shift, with the exception of her sisters and her mom. Even her father was discreet when the family ran together.

  Gabe stuffed their clothes in a bin next to the back door and opened the screen to the bright afternoon sun. He picked up a bulging pouch on his way out. “Ready?”

  On the porch he shifted in seconds, his glorious wolf form emerging as she watched. He was a beautiful shade of blonds and light browns. And he was enormous compared to her own wolf size. He grabbed the bag he’d set on the porch with his teeth and nodded toward her.

  She stepped outside, let the door shut behind her and joined him in wolf form. She wished she could just gaze at his glorious thick fur, but she wasn’t going to stand on the back porch naked to do so. Later.

  They took off running. The warm afternoon air heated her body. She followed her mate’s lead across the lawn and into the tree line. He darted between trees and leaped over stumps and she kept right on his heels.

  They ran for several miles before he stopped. He dropped the pouch he’d carried in his mouth and shifted.