His to Claim #6: Perfect Rhythm
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Now she stood before him, totally naked.
It was like being stroked by hot silk as his frank masculine gaze slid the length of her, from top to toe, then back up to settle on her shaven mound. She found it hard to breathe under his scrutiny.
He took a step toward her, then another. Her breath held as he grew closer. So close she could feel the heat of his body. Then he stepped past her and walked toward the cozy chair at the end of the bed. He turned it to face the bed, and pushed it closer, until it was only about a foot away, then sat down.
“Get on the bed, facing the headboard, on your hands and knees.”
She obeyed, climbing onto the satiny, fine cotton duvet cover, facing away from him.
“Drop your head to the bed, then reach around behind and open yourself to me.”
Her heart thumped loudly as she rested her cheek on the bed and reached around to grasp her buttocks to open her flesh to him. God, she wanted him to touch her.
***
Storm stared at her feminine folds, displayed openly to him with her hands gripping each side of her ass. He simply stared, saying nothing, and could see her opening growing moist, proving how much this turned her on.
“Do you like me looking at you?” he asked.
She squirmed a little but answered quietly, “Yes.”
“Would you like me to touch you?” he asked.
“Yes.”
The need in her voice made him smile.
“Good. But right now I would like you to touch that dripping wet pussy of yours.”
She released her ass and slid one hand to her stomach, then between her legs. He watched raptly as her fingers found her slick folds and stroked the length of them.
“Show me how you’d like me to touch you.”
She stroked back and forth, then her fingers dipped inside. She thrust lightly a couple of times, then slid out and stroked over her clit.
But despite how open she was to him, he couldn’t see as much as he’d like.
“Lie on your back.”
Her fingers slipped away from her intimate flesh and she rolled over and laid down, close to the end of the bed, with her knees bent.
“Now continue.”
Her fingers found her folds again and she stroked their slick length, then her fingertip moved to her clit.
“Show me how you make yourself come.”
She opened the fleshy folds, exposing the button, then her fingertip quivered over it. He could hear her breathing accelerate as she stroked and teased her clit.
His cock ached and he unzipped and freed it from its confines, wrapping his hand around the hard shaft.
“Does it feel good?” he asked.
“Oh, yes.”
He stroked his cock.
“Call me master.”
“Yes, master.”
He almost groaned at the words. Here she was, her legs splayed wide in front of him, touching herself for his pleasure, willing to do anything he commanded.
Why the fuck had it taken him so long to realize that this was a good thing?
Her fingers rippled over her wet flesh.
“Are you getting close?” he asked.
“Oh yes, master.”
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes.” Her voice trembled with need.
“Good. Now stop.”
She whimpered as she drew her hand away.
“Get back on your hands and knees and show me your ass,” he said sharply. “You need to be punished.”
She changed positions quickly, thrusting her naked ass into the air. “But, why, master?”
“Let’s get something straight right now. As your master, I can punish you at any time, any way I want, for any reason I want. Understand?”
“Yes, master. You can punish me anytime you like, even if I didn’t do anything wrong.”
He smiled at her words and stroked her delightfully round ass. “So you’re being a smart ass.” He stood up and drew back his hand and smacked her ass sharply. She let out a small gasp of surprise.
“When I tell you to do something, you do it with pleasure, even if you want to do something different, do you understand? As my slave, you should be happy for my guidance.”
“Oh, yes, I am, master.”
“All right.” He stroked her slightly red ass, then dragged his fingertips over her slick folds to reward her. She moaned softly.
He stroked her ass again and smacked, then immediately stroked her folds. After the next smack, he dipped his fingers inside her slick opening and swirled, then withdrew.
“Do you like your punishment?”
She squirmed under his hand as he stroked her ass. “Oh, yes, master. Thank you.”
He chuckled, then smacked again. He glided two fingers inside her and began to stroke in and out, then smacked again, his fingers still moving inside her. He pushed his fingers deep, then found her clit with his thumb and teased it while he smacked her again.
“Oh, yes.” She arched her back, thrusting her ass higher.
He thrust his fingers inside her several times, then smacked again. He pushed his fingers deep, then rippled his thumb over her button. She moaned.
“You want to come?” he murmured.
“Yes, master. Please let me come.”
He smacked her ass a little harder. It was a rosy red now.
“I want to hear you come as I smack your pert little ass.” He thrust his fingers deep, again and again, as he continued to smack with the other hand.
***
Melanie’s ass burned as pleasure spiked through her. The pleasure and pain he was giving her merged into a raw, incredibly intense set of sensations that drove her closer to the edge. She gasped and arched, then moaned. She wanted to feel the flat of his hand connect with her flesh as his fingers drove into her sensitive, inner passage.
His thumb quivered over her clit, then his palm smacked across her ass.
“Oh, yes. Oh, God, yes.” The intensity of the pleasure blasting through her sent her sailing to heaven. She wailed, long and loud, as an orgasm blasted through her.
Even before the pleasure subsided, she felt the blunt tip of his cock brush against her folds, then he pressed forward. His cock drove inside and filled her to the hilt.
“Oh, yes.” She nearly fainted from the incredible feel of his big shaft driving into her.
“Oh, fuck, you feel so good.” He drew back, then thrust forward again.
Her pleasure skyrocketed as his big cock filled her again and again, driving deep and hard each time. She squeezed him tightly within her and he groaned.
“Fuck.” His hand pushed under her belly and he lifted her hips, then his other hand glided down her stomach. The instant he found her clit, she moaned. He flicked over it and she gasped, then plunged over the edge again. He kept thrusting and a moment later, he ground against her, groaning. She felt his hot seed release inside her, filling her with heat.
He groaned again and rolled to his side, taking her with him. They lay there, spooned together, his cock still inside her.
She wiggled her ass against him, squeezing his limp cock inside her. He groaned and she realized it might be in pain, not pleasure. She’d totally forgotten about his accident. She rolled around to face him. He was still in his T-shirt and boxers, having shed his jeans somewhere along the way.
“Are you okay?” She stroked his hair from his forehead.
“Of course. Better than okay.”
But his voice was strained.
“Okay, time for some tender, loving care.” She pushed herself to her feet. “Wait here.”
She hurried into the bathroom and started the water in the big tub, then returned. Storm had moved back to the chair, so she stepped behind him and massaged his shoulders and his upper back, feeling the tense bundles of muscles under his skin.
“Do you want a painkiller?” she asked.
“No, just keep doing what you’re doing.”
She smiled as she continued to run he
r hands along his muscular back and shoulders, enjoying his murmurs of approval.
“I think it’s time for a nice hot bath.” She walked around the chair and held out her hand to him. His gaze slid the length of her naked body and he smiled.
“With you like that, I’ll follow you anywhere.” He stood up and took her hand.
Inside the large, marble-floored bathroom, she grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pushed it up. He tugged it over his head and discarded it. She curled her fingers under the waistband of his boxers and lowered them, coming face-to-face with his semi-erect cock. She laughed and kissed it, then stood up and turned off the flow of water into the tub.
“You go in first,” she said.
“So you’re joining me.” He climbed in and settled into the warm water.
“Of course.” She smiled. “How does the water feel?”
He leaned back. “Wonderful.”
She climbed in, and settled on the opposite side of the large oval tub, facing him.
“You know, you’re entirely too far away.” He held out his hand to her.
She took it and pulled herself forward. He stretched his legs out and she straddled his thighs.
“I thought you were done.”
“But here I’m relaxed and you can do all the work.”
She laughed. “That’s true.” She glided forward until her sensitive folds rested against the base of his growing cock. She wrapped her arms around him, pressed her body to his, and kissed him. He slid his arms around her and his tongue delved into her as he returned her kiss with passion. She rocked against his cock as the kiss deepened. He grew bigger and harder and her flesh ached to have him inside her again.
Their lips parted and he stared deeply into her eyes.
“I love you, Melanie.”
She stared into his sky blue eyes, simmering with heat, but she knew his words had nothing to do with lust.
Tears welled in her eyes. “I love you, too.”
She pressed her hand between their stomachs and grasped his rock-hard cock, then lifted her body. With their gazes still locked, she glided down on it. She watched the sparks flash in his eyes as she took him deep.
She kissed him, pressing her tongue into his warm mouth.
He drew back, gazing into her eyes. “I really, really love you.”
At his words, her heart swelled.
He took her hand and pressed his lips to her dark green fingernails adorned with iridescent flakes. “From your artistically painted fingernails to your bluebird tattoo”—his finger stroked over the tattoo on her breast—”to your rosy little ass. I will do whatever makes you happy.” He caught her gaze again. “And be my true self in the process.”
She kissed his nose and grinned. “Which I assume includes being a bossy master in the bedroom.”
He laughed. “Or the living room, or the kitchen, or the office.”
“The office? So you’re going back to work at Ranier Industries?”
“Occasionally. When I have time between tours with the band. But when I do go into the office, I’m looking forward to dealing with my secretary. I’m sure she’ll need to be kept in line.”
The memory of him pushing her against the wall and holding her hands pinned over her head made heat burn through her.
“I’m sure she will,” she said in a throaty voice. She squeezed his big cock inside her and he groaned.
She laughed and nuzzled his neck, feeling his cock twitch inside her.
“Right now, I think you need some special therapy.” She drew back, then glided the length of his cock again. He was thick and hard inside her. Stroking her passage as she drew back again.
She drove down. His hands grasped her hips, stopping her before she could glide away again.
“Wait. I need to ask you something,” he said.
“What is it?”
“It really should be me on my knees instead of you.”
Her heart skipped a beat.
“Melanie, I love you. I want to be with you always.”
Her insides trembled as she stared deeply into his beloved eyes.
“Will you marry me?” he asked.
She drew in a deep breath of pure joy, then squeezed him mercilessly. He groaned and she cupped his cheeks and kissed him, driving her tongue deep into his mouth.
“Yes.”
He shifted his pelvis, pushing his cock deeper into her.
“Oh, God, yes.”
He kissed her again and rocked into her. She began moving, gliding up and down his shaft, taking it deep each time. Pleasure built in her, higher and higher, as he moaned with her steady strokes. The warm water surged around them as she thrust again and again, moving on him in a steady rhythm, driving her pleasure higher and higher.
“Fuck, woman,” he said between breaths. “I’m going to explode any second.”
She laughed and bounced faster, squeezing him as she moved.
“Fuck, ohhhh …”
She felt liquid heat explode within her and she gasped. His thumb brushed her clit and her world shattered. She wailed as she shot straight to ecstasy.
Finally, she slumped against him, her head resting on his shoulder.
After a few moments, she shifted, then nuzzled his neck. “I take it you’ve finally come to the realization that you are nothing like your father.”
“I finally came to realize that what we do is totally different. When I punish you, it is as much for your pleasure as for mine. It is only because you enjoy it that it turns me on.” He squeezed her shoulders. “And I know you’re strong. If I ever made a mistake, and pushed too far, you would let me know.”
She smiled and kissed him again. “Yes, I would. But I’m sure that would never happen.” She stroked his shoulders. “I love it when you take control, and I know you would only do what brings us both pleasure.”
He took her in his arms again and kissed her tenderly. “I really love you.”
She stroked his hair from his face, her lips turning up in a broad smile. “I’m so happy right now.”
She snuggled against him again, and gazed up at him.
“So I’m going to be married to a rock star slash billionaire CEO slash dominant?”
“That’s right. Do you have a problem with that?” he asked, eyebrow arched upward.
She laughed. “Absolutely not.”
In fact, it sounded like heaven on earth.
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About the Author
Opal Carew is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of fourteen previous erotic romances for St. Martin’s Press. To learn more, visit her on the Web at www.opalcarew.com.
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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