by Jenna Jacob
His tongue swept inside my mouth and passion erupted like a volcano. Squirming, Joshua trailed his tongue in a deviant path from my mouth, along my jaw, and down the column of my neck.
“I’m two seconds away from laying you on the ground and driving into your soft body, Mellie. We need to get out of here.”
“Where are we going?” I asked on a breathless whisper.
“Next door. My studio. I own the loft… it’s where I live,” he mumbled against my skin.
“What are we waiting for?” I asked with a lustful laugh.
“My lips don’t want to be apart from your sweet flesh that long.”
When he sunk his teeth into the lobe of my ear, I purred. “Take me here, or take me there. Right now I don’t really care. But dammit, stop torturing me. I need to feel you.”
A low chuckle vibrated in his chest. “Sassy little minx, aren’t you?” Raising his head, he stared into my eyes. “I can fix that. Come on.”
Tucking his arm around my waist, he pulled me to his side before lifting my feet off the ground and racing past the padded bench.
“Here, you carry this,” I instructed, handing him the sculpture. “My hands are shaking so bad, I’m afraid I’m going to drop her.”
“Why are your hands shaking, Mellie?” he asked with a taunting grin as he grasped the figurine from my hands.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you’ve got my blood thundering in my ears and my knees so weak it’s a good thing my feet aren’t touching the ground or I’d fall off these damn stilettos,” I laughed.
“Are you wet and throbbing for me?” The gruff, hungry tone in his voice sent a shiver down my spine.
“Do you really need to ask?” I challenged.
Stopping abruptly, he narrowed his eyes and silently studied me for several long seconds. I’d suspected he was a Dominant, but his stern, disapproving expression thoroughly confirmed it. Every fiber in my being implored me to remain strong, but I wilted under his compelling gaze and cast my eyes toward the ground.
“I asked because I wanted to hear it from your own lips, little one.”
Little one. If there’d been a shred of doubt still rolling around in my head, his term of endearment annihilated it on the spot.
Joshua Lars. Accomplished artist. Sizzling hottie. Fucking Dominant. You’re toast, woman.
“When I ask you a question, I expect an honest answer, not a flippant response. Don’t get me wrong, Mellie. Your spirit is enchanting, but now isn’t the time or place for it. Do you understand?”
He chastises like a damn Dominant, too. You need to fake a headache and get your ass back to Savannah’s. Call it self-preservation, survival, or downright fear, but you’re not ready for the games he wants to play with you.
Before I could answer he kissed me, with a blood-pumping, panty-melting fury so strong, it obliterated the voice in my head. Drowning beneath the warm, soft texture of his lips and the heated breath between us, I brazenly reached up and smoothed my palm over his cheek.
Hesitantly, Joshua pulled away, his nostrils flared and an impatient groan rolled off his tongue before he raced us toward a plain, three-story warehouse.
“It’s not much on the outside, but inside isn’t too bad,” he explained as he tugged a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked a sturdy metal door.
Stepping through the portal, I scoffed inwardly at his remark. Designed in a bold Avant Garde style, the spacious open floor plan with its partially rounded walls and sharp geometric accents blended in appealing contrast. His décor looked nothing like I’d imagined it might be. He’d merged several of his own works with glass and metal creations. From a design perspective it shouldn’t have worked, but it did… beautifully. Brightly colored furnishings and decorative vases in red and burgundy hues generated a soothing atmosphere. Joshua Lars was a high caliber artist through and through.
“This is incredible,” I whispered, trying to absorb the details of his lavish surroundings.
“I’ll take you on the grand tour later. Right now there’s only one room that I want to see you in… my bedroom.”
With an invitation so honest and seductive, how could I refuse? With a provocative smile I nodded. “Lead the way.”
“Oh, I fully intend to,” he chuckled.
His double entendre was clear. Setting the sculpture down on a table, Joshua took my hand and led me up a wide staircase. Once we reached the landing, he pulled me against his chest and pressed me up against a door before dissolving me beneath his soft seductive kisses. Blazing with impatience, I yearned for more… much, much more. The slow, methodic tempo of his masterful mouth confined me to the fringes of madness. Joshua seemed in no hurry to seize the bubbling lust within me.
When he sunk his teeth into my bottom lip and tugged, I couldn’t keep my frustration in check a second longer. I cried out in a suffering wail, impatiently palming the doorknob next to my hip. Twisting the cool metal knob, I discovered it was locked.
“That leads to my studio.” He said with a smirk, reveling in my eagerness. “We’re definitely not playing in there, little one.”
“Stop stalling, Joshua. Take me to your bed. I’m dying,” I begged.
“Surely you don’t think I’m finished warming you up yet. Do you?”
“Warmed up?” I scoffed. “I’m ready to go up in flames here.”
“Good. I’m glad I’m not the only one.” He replied with a grin so lethal my knees wobbled.
Scooping me off my feet, Joshua carried me down the hall. As we breeched an open doorway, he flipped on the lights. Sweeping a gaze over the wide open loft, my sights fixed on a massive four poster bed, poised atop a red and gold Persian rug in the center of the room. Tall windows covered in ecru gauze lined the perimeter of the room and a set of open double doors led to a spacious cream and gold tiled bathroom.
Dark cherry furnishings combined with the chocolate and burgundy comforter, and matching accent pillows lent a bold, masculine impression. The room screamed of power, command and Dominance.
Darting a glance toward the gleaming armoire, I caught myself wondering if a plethora of BDSM toys was hidden behind the ornately carved doors.
Stop it! You’re here for good old fashioned vanilla sex. That’s it!
Joshua laid me down on the bed with a wolfish grin, then stood. “Now where were we?”
Peeking up at him beneath dark lashes, I watched as he stripped off his jacket and tugged at his tie.
“I’ve pictured you here, in my bed like this, all damn night,” he confessed in a hoarse whisper.
Swallowing tightly, I stared at his nimble fingers as he worked the buttons on his shirt open before peeling away the fabric. His sinewy muscles bunched and flexed as I gazed at his tall, lean body. Drinking in the sight of his broad shoulders, defined pecs and biceps, I danced a gaze down to his washboard abs. A trail of ash-colored hair disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers, stirring the demand inside to see where it ended.
Sitting up, I reached for his belt and began to draw the leather strap back through its buckle. Once freed, my trembling fingers released the button of his trousers as Joshua yanked the belt from the loops and set it on the bed.
“We might need this later,” he smirked. His smoky green eyes studied my reaction like a hawk.
A ripple of delight slithered through my veins. The thought of taking his spankings made the submissive within stir to life. When he stroked one broad knuckle down my cheek, I closed my eyes and nuzzled my face against his finger, savoring the warmth of his touch.
“Release my cock and taste me, little one. I can’t hold back any longer. I plan on making this good for you, but I need to take the edge off first.”
Yes. Yes. God, I couldn’t wait to see, feel, and taste that glorious cock straining beneath his zipper.
As I reached for the metal clasp, Joshua wrapped his hand around my wrist. “Careful, girl. I go commando. I have the feeling I’m already wearing an imprint of my zipper, but t
he only teeth I want to feel on my cock are yours.”
I shook with a silent chuckle and nodded. Dipping my hand past the waistband of his trousers, I shielded his throbbing erection with my palm. Big was an understatement. Slowly easing the zipper down over my knuckles, he watched and smiled as he toed off his shoes.
“So protective and gentle… nice,” Joshua praised.
His cock sprang free and I sucked in a quivering breath as my heart skidded in a staccato of delight. Gazing at his long thickness, a glistening pearl of pre-come swelled on the broad crest, calling to all my carnal desires. As he kicked off his trousers, I stared at each glorious inch of his shaft. Although I had a semi-muted gag reflex, I knew I’d never be able to take all of him down my throat; he was too damn big.
Sliding from the bed, I settled onto my knees. I’d assumed the same posture a thousand times before, in a strictly vanilla context. This time, however, I couldn’t ignore the implications of my submissive posture. But once I opened my mouth and Joshua pressed past my lips, the taste of his salty essence quieted the disturbing undercurrents rippling within me. An absolute rightness encompassed me all the way to my core.
Fueled by his groans and hisses, I poured my heart into each bob of my head, yearning to bring him as much pleasure as possible. Sucking and licking his distended veins, I nibbled and gently scraped my teeth over his length before once again swallowing as much as I could manage. My pussy wept and my clit throbbed; even my nipples ached. I worshiped his cock as if it were the only one on the planet.
“Such a lovely sight you are down on your knees before me, Mellie, and your mouth is exactly as sinful as I suspected.”
His guttural praise echoed in my ears, and sent me soaring with the need to please. Reaching up, I cupped his balls and gently massaged them as I feasted on his cock.
Joshua let out a growl. Gripping a fist into my coiffured bun, he set a quick and rapid pace. Lunging in and out of my mouth, he tilted my head back, driving in deeper as I stared up into his erotic eyes. Lust and need chiseled his handsome face, and his lips pressed together in a tight line. He looked rugged, determined, and pleased... A heart-melting reflection of a Dom in control—not only of himself but of me, as well.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured.
Cinching another hand in my hair, he solidified his control—not only of himself, but of me as well—and began driving his cock to the back of my throat.
Stuffed full of his massive shaft, I swallowed, compressing my throat around the bulbous tip. Pulling back slightly, Joshua let out a feral roar as hot streams of come spurted over my tongue and exploded down my throat. Swallowing frantically, I greedily captured every drop.
After several long moments, he eased from my mouth. Lifting me off the floor, he sat me on the edge of the bed. Wrapping his broad hands around my calves, Joshua pressed me backward until my shoulders settled onto the mattress before kneeling alongside the bed. I couldn’t help but smile at the devilish glint in his eyes. I knew what he was preparing to do and my body fell lax in anticipation of his skillful mouth devouring my pussy.
Lifting the hem of my dress, Joshua paused to slide a hungry gaze over my flesh. The approval and adoration reflecting in his eyes made me tingle. I wasn’t accustomed to lovers bestowing such reverence. All the other men I’d been with were more focused on the deed. Not so with Joshua. Something about him was different from all the others, even my former Master. I didn’t know if it was the dizzying lust Joshua conjured, or his subtle command that unnerved me most. Pushing the questions from my mind, the only fear I wanted keeping me poised on the bed—flat on my back with my legs spread wide—was the fear of missing a single second of what he had in store for me.
“The scent of your cunt is mouthwatering, Mellie,” he murmured.
Hooking his fingers around the thin lace at my hips, he stared into my eyes as he eased the skimpy thong down my legs. Arching my hips to hurry his progress, Joshua chuckled and shook his head.
“It’s not funny, Joshua. Stop torturing me and lick my pussy.”
“Who said anything about licking your pussy, little one? Although I must admit, it smells quite delicious. And such a pretty shade of pink with it so wet and glistening. It’s hard to resist driving my tongue deep inside you to suck out all that hot, spicy nectar, little one.”
Lord, the man was going to make me come just by talking. Not only was his voice deep and erotic, his words painted lewd, panoramic pictures in my head. I could almost feel my cream spilling over his chin as he ate me to oblivion.
“Why are you torturing me like this?” I implored as I lifted my head from the mattress.
“This isn’t torture.” He smirked with a crooked grin. “But I could do that if you’d like me to. Tie you to my bed and make you suffer all night long. Is that what you need, little one?”
“No,” I cried on a breathy whisper. Liar.
“Then tell me what you need, Mellie,” he murmured as he brushed his lips along the inside of my thighs.
“Your mouth on my cunt,” I hissed.
“Cunt, is it? Hrmm, such a vulgar word from a classy woman.”
“I’m not a lady in bed, Joshua. If you can’t handle that—”
“Good. I want a lady on my arm, but a nasty, dirty girl when I take her to my bed. No inhibitions allowed.”
“Then lick my cunt, and fuck me hard. I’ll be as filthy as you want… just as long as I get to come.”
“Oh, you’ll come all right, gorgeous. You’ll come on my tongue until I decide it’s time for you to come all over my cock.”
“Then stop talking and lick me,” I ordered.
Joshua threw his head back and laughed. “Mellie, Mellie. I don’t want a bossy girl. I want an open minded and immodest one. You told me to take the lead, and I fully intend to. But you don’t get to take back the reins. You’ve handed them over to me. And now they’re mine! That’s exactly how you like it, no matter how you try and deny it. That makes you mine, little one. Mine to do all the things I ache to do to your sweet little body.”
Just when I thought I couldn’t get any hotter, Joshua’s words cranked up the heat, enveloping me in a new and blistering inferno.
“Lay back for me, Mellie. Close your eyes and let me have a taste of that sweet submissive you’re hiding inside.”
“But I’m not a submissss… Ohhhhhh. Goddddd. Yessss… Joshua.”
Before I could finish my sentence, he fastened his mouth over my pussy and sucked. Licking and stabbing with his tongue, he devoured me with a mind-blowing skill I’d never experienced. My release swelled in a flash of white-hot lightning, sizzling through my veins and frying the synapses in my brain. His lips, tongue, and teeth seared me from the inside out and when he concentrated his talents on my clit, I bucked and whimpered, wanting to both quench the fire and prolong the bliss. Sucking the throbbing nub between his lips, he slid two long fingers deep inside me. Writhing and panting, I arched my hips from the bed when his wiggling digits found my hidden bundle of nerves. Burnishing his fingers against my sweet spot, he scraped his teeth over my distended clit, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. Teetering precariously on the edge, I ground my pussy against his face and fingers.
“Joshua. Pleaseee,” I screamed.
“What a good girl, asking so nicely,” he murmured against my cunt. “Give it to me, Mellie. I want it all, and I want it now.”
Demand and euphoria coalesced into an arc of static fire, vibrating from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Joshua squeezed another finger inside my clutching cunt as he lapped at my clit. I threw back my head and screamed as the crushing orgasm splintered through me like an atom bomb. Powerful contractions seized his fingers within my tunnel as I exploded in a stormy fire of ecstasy.
Joshua rode the torrent with me, gliding his fingers through my quivering tissue while circling my hyper-sensitized nub with his tongue. Even as rapture receded, he didn’t stop stroking my core or lapping my nectar. A consummate lover, li
ke no other, Joshua took his time as he eased me down with subtle caresses and tender praises.
My body still hummed in a blissful languid heat when Joshua rose to his feet and extended his hand. Helping me from the bed, he wrapped me in his arms, keeping me steady and safe. Leaning in, he kissed me, stroking his lips over mine as if he’d known them forever. Sweeping his hands—the capable hands of a master sculptor—over my shoulders, he sent the red designer dress I wore to puddle at my feet. Languid and thorough, he made me feel as if I were a masterpiece he sought to mold. In one fluid movement, he unfastened my bra and tossed it to the floor while the intoxicating scent of his flesh made my head swim. Raking his tongue down the column of my neck, I trembled in anticipation of what erotic magic he had in store for me.
CHAPTER FOUR
As the taxi pulled to a stop in front of the house Savannah shared with her Masters, I shook the vivid memories from my mind. Lights illuminated several windows and I knew that I was the last to arrive back home. Steeped in Joshua’s masculine scent, I paid the driver, clutched the submissive statue to my chest, and hurried toward the house. Reaching for the door, I let out a cry of surprise when it opened wide. Sanna blinked at my tousled exterior and grinned.
“Oh my. Looks like somebody had a fun night,” she giggled.
“Hush,” I admonished with an uneasy hiss.
Dylan sauntered up behind Sanna. He took one look at me and grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Good thing you took the condoms after all, huh Mel?”
Their ridiculous gloating made me feel as if I had the words “Freshly Fucked” tattooed across my forehead.
“So who was the lucky guy?” Sanna pressed, still giggling. “And what is that in your arms?”
“None of your business,” I snapped then looked down at the delicate work of art. “It’s a gift.”
