Passion's Dream (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 1)

by Julie Shelton

  Her breath hitched, forcing Clay to close his own eyes as a wave of hunger swept through him. Christ, he loved that little sound. That sudden, sharp intake of breath that told him she was his for the taking. His cock was a red-hot bar of iron throttled by the tightness of his pants. It was a wonder it didn’t burn a hole through the leather. “Tonight is all about feeling,” he said when he felt he could trust his voice enough to resume speaking. “This blindfold will force you to focus entirely on the sensations your body is experiencing without the distraction of sight.” She felt the slide of silk as he covered her eyes with the black scarf, tying it tightly behind her head and adjusting it on her face so there were no gaps for her to see through. Geez!

  “Hold out your wrists.”

  Teeth tugging on her lower lip, she extended her arms in front of her. Something wide and soft encircled her right wrist, followed by the metallic snick of a padlock. Then the same sensation on her left wrist. Clay inserted his index finger inside the cuffs to make sure they weren’t too tight. Next she heard clinking sounds as a chain was clipped to each cuff, hooking her wrists together. She felt a couple of tugs on the chain.

  “Very nice,” Clay murmured, his voice slightly strained. “Very nice indeed.” He cleared his throat. “You are a vision, Leah. I’ve often dreamed of you wearing my cuffs. But now, to see you standing here like this, knowing that you are not just my sub, but also my beloved wife—”He broke off, unable to finish around the sudden restriction in his throat.

  Leah said nothing, too busy fighting off her own tears.

  “Come, little sub.” He gave another tug on the chain hooking her wrists together, urging her forward. “I think it’s time to introduce you to the Play Room.”

  Leah gulped.

  Oh.

  My.

  God!

  The Play Room, for crap’s sake! The locked, soundproof room off their bedroom that she’d been curious about ever since she had arrived at Nighthorse Ranch. The room she’d been both dying to see and dying to stay out of since that first night. She heard beeps as Clay entered the code to release the magnetic lock. He guided her forward into the room until she felt something bump gently against her belly.

  Clay released her hands, watching as she felt her way along the padded, leather-covered surface of the wooden sawhorse-shaped device he had led her to. “Stand still.”

  She heard him move across the concrete floor, open a drawer, and rummage around inside it for a few seconds. The drawer closed and he walked back over to stand behind her. She could feel the heat from his body against her naked back. Then she felt something soft touch her throat and encircle her neck. Another padlock snicked. A collar!

  “This collar marks you as mine,” he said. “You will wear it at all times except in the shower, until the permanent one I commissioned for you is finished.” He gazed at the collar encircling her neck, his mark of ownership. It was made out of butter-soft leather, stained a dark, eggplant purple. “Bend forward,” he instructed, feeling his mouth go dry as she draped herself over the contraption, a move that lifted her ass high in the air. He moved around to stand in front of her and hunkered down, unclipping the chain that held her wrists together. Pulling her left hand out to her side, he clipped the leather wrist cuff to the left front leg of the sawhorse. He then did the same thing to her right hand. As soon as she was bound, he reached up and palmed her pendulous breasts, lifting them toward him with his fingertips, then flicking his thumbs across her hardened nipples, a move that had her moaning and squirming her hips as pleasure zapped her clit.

  Flames lanced her skin with every stroke of his fingertips, searing her with their heat, conquering her with his touch. Just when she thought she would be able to come from this alone, he stood up and withdrew his fingers, conquering her this time through total deprivation. If she could have moved, she would have followed him, sought him out and grabbed his hands, urging him to place them back on her breasts. Instead, she just slumped over the sawhorse, her breaths coming in harsh, sharp pants. She didn’t hear him move around behind her, but she did hear him say, “Spread your legs.”

  With a guttural groan, she shuffled her feet outward.

  “Farther apart. Good girl.” He knelt behind her, so close she could feel his hot breath on her ass cheek as he secured her ankles to the rear legs of the sawhorse, leaving her bent over the padded device, splayed wide for his pleasure. It was a position that put her ass high in the air and opened her labia, revealing both her swollen folds and the twinkling emerald ass jewel to his avid gaze. Reaching up with both his hands, he began kneading and plumping and stroking her buttocks, smashing them together, pulling them apart over and over, staring at the sparkling green stone. “I’m going to take you here, Leah. Tonight.”

  She gulped. He was going to fuck her in the ass! Just the thought made her belly clench, spilling more hot cream from her womb. Her ass muscles clenched and unclenched around the smooth steel plug, making it wobble slightly. Being ass-fucked was a thought that should have filled her with dread. Yet it didn’t. Just the opposite, in fact. He had prepared her so well with the graduated plugs over the past few days, getting her accustomed to the feeling of pleasurable fullness they provided, she couldn’t wait to feel his cock slide into her opening and fill her entire channel. Holy crap! Did she just think that? What was the matter with her? How could she be looking forward to something so…dark? So…unnatural? So…delicious her mind supplied, and she shivered again.

  “You have been stretched enough to take me with a minimal amount of pain,” Clay said. “You just have to trust me.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  And she did. Implicitly. Clay Raven Nighthorse had entered her life and mastered her heart just as he had mastered her body. He had freed her from her long-held sexual inhibitions and transported her to new heights of pleasure. Pleasure she’d never before dreamed possible. Pleasure she was learning to reach out and grab with both hands, no matter what its manifestations, because she trusted him with every part of her—her heart, her body, her very soul.

  “But first…”His voice grew dark, menacing, wicked. “There’s the little matter of the discipline I promised you.” He moved in behind her, his hands stroking her ass cheeks. Until there was a sudden, sharp, stinging slap to her right cheek, followed almost immediately by one to her left, wrenching a hoarse cry from Leah’s throat. Heat bloomed on her skin. Heat which he kneaded deep into her muscles before giving her two more well-placed slaps, ripping another cry from her. ‘Beautiful,” he murmured, loving the look of his red handprints spreading across her pale skin. Loving the harsh gasps and cries and snuffling little gulping sobs Leah made with each subsequent strike of his hand on her ass. Loving watching her wiggle and squirm as she tried to evade his discipline. “Hold still,” he commanded, smiling as she tried her best to follow his instructions no matter how impossible.

  When he had given her twenty swats on each nicely reddened buttock, he bent down and placed a tender kiss right in the center of each one, ravished by the heat rising from her skin. Heat, he knew, that she felt deep in her core, sending her arousal skyrocketing. Her scent enveloped him, ravished him. He dragged it into the bottom of his lungs, wishing he could hold it there forever.

  Straightening, he unzipped his leathers, pushing them down around his knees, and stepped up behind her. Grabbing her hips, he powered his cock into her hot, sweet pussy, gliding his length along the hard plug in her ass, making her groan in ecstasy.

  He stretched her, filling her more than she’d ever thought possible. Both passages felt absolutely stuffed. She shrieked as her tissues parted ahead of his advance, stretching to accommodate his girth. Her muscles clutched at him as he grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them with his thumbs to reveal the emerald jewel and his cock beneath it withdrawing from her cunt, glazed with her syrup. God, he loved fucking her! And, even more, he loved watching himself fuck her! But most of all, he loved watching himself fuck her, knowing she was also wearing a pl
ug up her ass. As he thrust back in, he mashed her ass cheeks together. He continued this move, spreading her cheeks with every withdrawal, closing them with every entry, keeping time with his strokes, slow at first, gradually becoming more rapid and intense. He angled his cock to scrape across her G spot, which sent her spiraling to the peak of a brutal climax. Trapped by her shackled wrists and ankles, and his hard body pounding into her from behind, it was an orgasm which her fevered body had no choice but to accept. And as it crashed over her, shattering her in convulsion after convulsion of pleasure, she burst into sobs, riding out the aftershocks with Clay’s hard cock still buried deep inside her and his arms around her holding her together.

  He lay over her back, resting his cheek just below her left shoulder blade. Damn, that was close! She’d nearly taken him over the edge with her. It had taken every bit of control he’d had not to spill his seed inside her vagina. He didn’t want that. Not tonight. Tonight, when he came, he was coming inside her hot little ass. He drew in one hissing breath after another as the long, liquid pulls of her spasming inner muscles continued to milk his cock. But through sheer dint of will he stayed hard and he stayed inside her, holding her until her breathing slowed and the heartbeat hammering beneath his ear returned to a more normal rhythm.

  “Relax, baby. That was beautiful. You’re beautiful. Get ready, love, I’m gonna remove the plug.”

  She blew out her breath and worked on making her muscles relax. She felt him grab the jeweled end of the Princess plug and turn it round and round, making her body tense up As he pulled it out, it scraped along the entire length of his cock through the inter-passage membrane, nearly making him spill his seed. Finally the plug was free and he found himself staring down at her gaping asshole, slippery with lube, winking up at him, more precious and beautiful than any jewel. He dropped the plug into a bowl next to the sawhorse. “Jesus Christ,” he whispered reverently, touching her skin with the tip of a finger, “That is so goddamn beautiful.” He flexed his hips to begin pulling his cock out of her pussy, forcing a shuddering little moan of protest from her throat. Reaching down with his left hand, he grabbed the base of his cock, gripping it hard to prevent himself from ejaculating prematurely. His breath was a sharp, indrawn hiss as he guided the tip to her yawning opening. As big as it was, his cock was bigger. “Okay, little sub.” His voice sounded like it had been scraped with sandpaper. “Are you ready to take my cock in your ass?”

  Her reply was breathless. ‘Yes, Sir.”

  Releasing himself, he grabbed both her hips and pressed forward.

  “Oh, my God!” she shrieked as her sphincter stretched painfully around the flared head of his cock, closing around the trench beneath it, making him groan as her flesh bit into him. “Relax, baby,” he said through gritted teeth, forcing himself to remain perfectly still and not pound into her, which is what his lust was telling him to do. “It’ll only hurt for a minute. Once I get all the way inside, it will give you so much pleasure. So much pleasure.”

  Her first instinct was to resist the pain, to tighten up and fight it. But she found herself getting lost in it instead. Expanding it into every cell of her body, transforming it into a pleasure so deep it was as bottomless as the oceanic abyss.

  He felt her grip on him begin to loosen and let out the breath he’d been holding. Sweat dripped down his forehead. “Stay relaxed, baby,” he urged, flexing his hips and pushing inside her anus another inch. Jesus Christ, she’s so goddamn tight! He pushed in another inch then another, until finally he was all the way in, his balls tapping against her clit. The sight of his cock being swallowed up by her beautiful hole, the grip of that dark ring of muscle around his penis, nearly had him coming before he even hilted. He held himself still, cock throbbing like a toothache, knowing this was going to be one swift fuck. His control was gone, stolen by her gracious acceptance of everything he had given to her tonight. The pleasure, the pain, all of it. He closed his eyes as the beauty of her submission swept over him. God, he loved this woman! If he told her every day for a hundred years, it wouldn’t be enough time to let her know just how much. Insinuating his right hand between Leah’s belly and the leather-covered padding of the sawhorse, he cupped her mound, circling his middle finger around her clit, gratified by her sudden gasping intake of breath.

  With a low growl of pleasure, he pulled his cock out of her ass until only the head remained inside. Then he rolled his hips and pushed back inside, ravished by her little mewls of pleasure. A pinching sensation at the base of his spine and the tightening of his balls heralded his imminent release, so he sped up his strokes, driving his cock into her at least a dozen times before finally ejaculating deep inside her channel.

  The combination of his hot semen bursting inside her ass and the continued, frenzied manipulation of her super-sensitized clit sent a final orgasm heaving through Leah. An orgasm that seized her body and snatched the breath from her lungs, tumbling her into a warm, dark oblivion.

  When she awoke just a few minutes later, she found herself sitting sideways across Clay’s lap, lying against his chest, his hard arms around her, his hands stroking up and down her back. At some point he had covered her with a soft, warm blanket. He was speaking to her, but she couldn’t make out any words beyond, “So beautiful. So beautiful,” over and over. She tried to move, but her limbs felt like lead. With great effort she straightened away from him and turned her head to look at him. Instantly, his hand lifted to shape the back of her head, holding it still as he leaned in and claimed her mouth in a kiss so filled with love, it brought tears to her eyes. “I love you, Raven,” she murmured against his lips just before he slanted his head, parting her lips to admit his questing tongue. She gave herself up to his total domination of her mouth, as she had given herself to his total domination of her body.

  Finally he lifted his head, his eyes shining with tears. “I love you, too, Leah. My beautiful wife. My beautiful submissive. You are my dream come true and I’ll never let you go.”

  “Not even to the shower?” she teased with an exaggerated sniff. “One of us is starting to smell pretty ripe and I don’t think it’s me.”

  He chuckled. “Then I guess we’d both better go.” Still holding her in his lap, he scooted across the bed until he was able to stand up, lifting her up in his arms. The blanket fell to the floor, ignored by both of them. They were much too busy kissing as he carried her to the bathroom. Maybe, if he played his cards right, there would be some smokin’ hot shower sex in his immediate future. Life is good.

  “What are you grinning at,” she asked, eyeing him with suspicion.

  ‘Just tryin’ to decide which part of you I’m gonna clean first.”

  She gave him an arch look from underneath her lashes. “Maybe you should just start at the bottom. Work your way up.”

  His grin broadened. “My thoughts exactly.”

  * * * *

  Pagosa Springs Sun newspaper

  Pagosa Springs, Colorado

  Special Late Edition

  FREAK ACCIDENT HAS INVESTIGATORS PUZZLED

  Franklin Two Bears Nighthorse, member of the Jicarillo Apache Nation Town Council and promising candidate for the Apache Nation’s president, was involved in a freak accident late last night on a lonely stretch of road less than two miles from his home outside of Dulce, NM. “I was driving home from the Council meeting,” Nighthorse told the police when they arrived on the scene shortly after the accident happened, “when all of sudden, right in front of me, there was this Apache warrior in full war paint, wearing only a loin cloth, moccasins and a war bonnet.” Nighthorse went on to claim that the figure was astride a white and gray Appaloosa and was galloping straight toward him, brandishing a spear.

  Nighthorse claims he managed to swerve just in time to avoid hitting the warrior, but the move sent his car crashing into a boulder. The vehicle was totaled. Paramedics had to use the Jaws of Life to extricate him from the mangled wreckage. The Dulce Police Department have interviewed all the residents
in the area, but no one else has stepped forward claiming to have seen the mysterious warrior figure. A breathalyzer test administered to Mr. Nighthorse on the scene revealed that he had not been drinking. Nor did a tox screen reveal him to be under the influence of any medication or other controlled substance.

  Mr. Nighthorse is currently in Intensive Care in Pagosa Springs Medical Center. He is paralyzed from the neck down and has to rely on a ventilator to breathe. No longer able to speak, Nighthorse can only communicate by blinking his eyes once for yes, twice for no. Doctors do not think he will ever regain the use of his limbs. Mr. Nighthorse, who has no family, will be transferred on Friday to the Paragon nursing home in Grand Junction, CO.

  Anyone knowing anything about this incident is urged to come forward and tell the authorities what they know. A reward of five thousand dollars has been posted by the Nation Town Council for any information leading to an arrest and conviction.

  THE END

  If you liked Passion’s Dream, Book One of The Doms of Passion Lake, then be on the lookout for Passion’s Fury, Book Two of the series, projected release date of February 2015. And Book Three, Passion’s Hope, will be out in March, 2015. Below are blurbs and excerpts from both of these thrilling books.

  PASSION’S FURY

  Kylie Ferrell’s nightmare begins when she discovers her boss dead from a bullet to the head. In less than twenty-four hours, she endures a police interrogation, finds her boyfriend in bed with another woman and her house explodes. Terrified, she does the only sensible thing. She runs. Right through broken glass.

  When Simon Rafferty finds her sleeping in her broken-down car by the side of the road near Passion Lake, Virginia, the connection between them is instantaneous and combustible. He recognizes her as the woman he and his two brothers have been searching for all their lives. Their lifetime submissive. And the fact that she’s homeless, injured, and targeted by the mob? Minor details.