by Lucian Bane
“Come here Tara.”
She straightened suddenly at my command and I held a hand out toward her.
The way she ran and threw herself against my chest was unexpected. I caught her to me and held on for dear life, pressing my face into the top of her head. I realized it may have been the very first moment we were actually alone. Finally. “There are no words for how grateful I am to be able to do this.” She nodded and sobbed her own gratitude until finally I released her. “What do you want to do first?” I asked, grinning with joy.
“Does a shower count?”
My pulse sped up and hammered in my cock and I suddenly felt like a seventeen year old. “A shower definitely counts.”
In the bathroom, I fiddled with the controls of the luxurious steam shower until I found a setting for plain hot. For the time being, we wanted nothing fancy. We stood in the hot stream and for a long time I just held her and let the liquid heat sluice over us and carry away some of the fear and exhaustion from Round Six. Although I was sure we’d never live down the nightmare. Even now, the trauma cried out in the desperate way Tara clung to me.
I lost track of how long I spent lathering and rinsing her hair, and every inch of her body. Coming so dangerously close to paradise had my blood singing with anticipation, and Tara wanting.
Impatience finally got the better of her and she insisted on returning the favor. When she started to spread the silky lather over my cock, I seized her wrists and made her slow down. She slid her hands along my shaft and back again, almost uncomfortably tight, then when she ran one fingertip around the rim, I nearly jumped out of my skin.
She smiled up at me with an impish glint in her eyes. “You surely didn’t think you were going to get out of this shower without paying up, did you?”
“Paying up?”
She nodded. “All the orgasms you owe me from the last week. Because I’m not about to let you get by with it.”
Her words sent a spear of heat up my spine. “I certainly wouldn’t want to deprive you.” I turned us to rinse the remainders of the suds away and backed her against the marble wall. Anticipation lit her eyes and dared me to do my best. I had every intention of following through on that.
I cupped her jaw and lowered my head to take her mouth, concentrating on the erotic friction of my tongue against hers for a long time. When she began to squirm in impatience, I allowed one fingertip to rest against her nipple, holding the barest of contact while I nuzzled along the column of her neck and licked my way across her collar bones and then down between her perfect breasts.
With her whimpers to spur me on, taking my time was near impossible. I gave in and tasted her nipple while I let one hand slip between her thighs. Her hair had started to regrow during the week on the island and the downy texture seemed to conduct sensations in a unique way. I stroked gently, making her squirm and drawing delicate cries from her.
Everything within me wanted to draw this out and make it last forever, but already I could feel the exhaustion of the previous week eating at my muscles. So I would compromise with a taste now and the full meal after.
I knelt before Tara and lifted her leg, pinning it to the marble wall. Hot longing stole my breath as I stared at what haunted every fiber of my being. I looked up at her, my gaze momentarily distracted by the blue skin where her ribs had been cracked. The need to make it all go away brought my mouth to her folds in a delicate soft kiss. With my middle finger, I stroked her entrance with a soft seduction while moving my mouth in reverence along the burning silky skin. . I fluttered the tip of my tongue on the very edge of her clit and placed my hand between her breasts, holding her to the wall as she trembled from the delicate assault.
“Kiss it, yes,” she whispered. “I love to see your mouth on me there. I love it so much Lucian.”
I opened my eyes and met her gaze as she rocked her hips on my mouth and raked her nails along my scalp. She hissed and bit her lip, working my lips on her, thrusting into the erratic motion of my tongue.
“Put your finger deep inside me.”
Desire spiked in my blood at the command. It triggered a shift in gears. With her, paradise was East and West. It didn’t matter which way I went, both were equally satisfying and yet…equally different. I slid my finger obediently in her and she moaned.
“Yes, so good. Do it deeper. Harder.” She pulled my hair to demonstrate just what she needed.
Again I did as she commanded and she took hold of my head with a gasp, rocking her hips on my mouth. She forced my head back and nearly mounted my mouth, drawing a deep groan of reckless need from me.
“That’s it, suck it,” she demanded, jerking my mouth along her faster. “Suck my pussy baby. God yes!” She let her head fall back and I flipped that inner switch and pulled away. Denying her orgasm.
Winded and nearly dizzy with desire, I lowered her leg slowly, staring up at her in silent challenge. I so fucking liked making her make me. It was like a double orgasm. “Go to the bed,” she ordered. Her tone said she’d make me wish I’d not fucked with her.
Excitement to make her prove that, set fire to my bones as I stood and obeyed without looking at her, without speaking to her.
At the bed, I awaited her command with my head lowered in deference. She walked behind me and drew her finger softly between my ass. “Go get a toy.”
“Which would you like?”
“Pick one,” she said.
My heart hammered and I went to the supply of toys forever available in any hotel room paid by Gladiator Inc., and selected the strap on cock then returned with it.
“Hm.” She took it from me. “So small.”
Well I sure didn’t think so. “It’s technique, not size,” I barely managed to keep my voice from cracking like a horny teenager.
“Oh?” She walked around and stood behind me. “Stroke your cock for me.”
I took hold of myself and held the base, sliding my hand along the hard length.
“Pay special attention to that delicious thick head.”
I circled my fingers over it and my breath rushed from my lungs from the heat tingling in my balls.
“Are you fingers wet?”
“Yes.”
“Is that thick head wet?”
“Yes,” I said, straining.
She stroked the small cock along my ass. “Lay on the bed on your stomach. I think I want to re-enact.”
Re-enact? I crawled on the bed and did as she said.
“Take hold of your cock and open your legs wide for me.”
God, that re-enactment. My heart banged my chest as I took firm hold of my cock and opened wide. There was never a more vulnerable position I was sure, and her kneeling in that forbidden spot, had me near crazy.
She laid on top of me, nestling the cock between my cheeks. I focused on the feel of her breasts on my back and desire spiked in my blood, making me rock my hips.
“Mmm, you remember this?”
“Yes,” I whispered, pumping my hips more. “I’ll never forget.”
She put her mouth at me ear and undulated her hips, moving that cock until I was dizzy. “I’ll never forget either.” She kissed the shell of my ear softly. “How your hard body felt beneath me. While I pumped that cock in you.”
“Fffffuck,” I gasped.
“You want that?”
“Yes.”
She latched her fingers in my hair and pulled hard. “Yes what?”
My breath trembled out. “Yes, master.”
She reached under me and stroked her fingers over the head of my cock and I rose up, grabbing a handful of blanket beneath me.
“I’m wetting my cock now,” she whispered in my ear. “And I’m going to fuck you really good.”
“Do it,” I gritted, lifting my hips.
“Mmm, Fucking you is like riding a bull.” She pushed the tip of the cock in and I bowed up off the bed, choking down a groan. “Settle down baby.” She pushed gradually inside me, stealing my breath. “Take it slow.”
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I growled and rolled my hips, drawing her in more, bringing on an explosive orgasm that forced me to stop and breathe.
“I got you baby,” she whispered, moving slowly in and out now.
Emotion rushed through me at the soft words void of any authority, save the one that sealed our souls together.
“I need you.” The words croaked through the fucking flood of love that suddenly overwhelmed me.
Tara carefully moved off and laid next to me, throwing the toy on the floor. “I’m here.” She kissed along the side of my face but my body remained locked in that desperate need too fierce for words. She pushed me onto my side and wrapped her limbs in mine and I clutched her tight to me.
The awful memories of what we’d endured in that room filled my muscles until they were gripped in an impossible dominance that said never let her go, literally.
At some point, Tara became the only key with the power to unlock that shit. Pushing me onto my back, she kissed me deeply, passionately, possessively. She took hold of my fears and crushed them with her lips and tongue, bound them as she held my arms on the bed and moved like liquid passion, until my body obeyed her commands. Come undone for her. Come undone for her, that’s what she kept whispering in my mouth. Do it, come undone for me.
I broke free of her hold and took back control, claiming her waist with an iron grip, ruthlessly slamming the head of my cock against her core until she was the one, she was the victim of my passion, the prisoner of my love. Slave to my undying love, my arrogant and impossible desire. I clamped a hand on the back of her neck and pulled her to my mouth and kissed her. Kissed her as I came undone. Kissed her as I surrendered it all. Surrendered all in exchange for her. All of her. Fucking always and forever.
We slept in that aftermath, clinging to each other for many glorious hours. Dimly, I heard the phone ringing in the next room. Which was too fucking bad, wasn’t it?
We recovered slightly and got cleaned up, food our next priority. Wrapped in fluffy hotel robes, we made it to our sitting room before the phone rang again. This time I answered.
“Hi Lucian,” Steve’s cheery voice greeted me.
I smiled despite my annoyance at the interruption. “Hey Steve. What’s up?”
“Oh, great. Just great.” He gave an odd little cough. “The company asked me to call you and Preacher. They want to start the closing ceremony in an hour. Everything you need is in your dressing room. I’ll be up in forty-five minutes to escort you down to the dining room.”
Great. Part of me wanted to rebel just on general principal, but more of me just wanted to get it the fuck over with. “Okay, man. We’ll be ready.”
Chapter Eighteen
Tara slid her heels on just as Steve knocked at the door. We met up with Preacher and Becca at the elevator and we greeted each other like long lost family.
“You clean up nice,” I said to Preacher.
His deep rich laughter rolled out as we stepped into the elevator. “Likewise, my brother.”
“Steve.” Preacher shook Steve’s hand then brought their shoulders together for a brotherly bump. “God’s got great plans for you, little brother.”
Steve chuckled. “Little? I’m your senior, I do believe.”
Preacher laughed. “Not in my realm.”
The elevator door shut and Steve slid his hands over the silk lapels of his black tuxedo. “I hope God’s plans don’t include anymore near death vacations.”
“You look like a queen,” Tara whispered to Becca.
Yeah, she did, Tara was right there. Royal purple fit the woman’s color and regal stature. Her hair was no longer in those rows of scalp braids but brushed smooth and twisted to one side.
Becca beamed at Tara. “And you look like the Indian princess?”
Tara’s eyes popped. “Indian?” Her gush of laughter followed, riding my dick. “Do you mean Pocahontas?” Tara nodded and wagged a finger at her. “I’ll take that. I like her.”
I smiled at Tara. She definitely looked like a fucking princess in that white gown. “You look like a bride to me.” I gave her a huge grin. “Hint hint.”
“Baaahaha.” She linked her arm in mine. “Shall we head to the court house after we collect our winnings?”
“Your winnings?” Humor lightened Preacher’s voice.
Tara eyed his back. “I’m pretty sure me and Becca are going to be named top Doms for putting up with you knuckle heads.”
Me and Preacher let it rip on that one.
“She makes a fine point,” Steve said.
The second the elevator doors slid open, cameras began flashing in our eyes and reporters thrust microphones at us and shouted questions.
Four police officers in uniform, including Officer Nagao, closed ranks around us and escorted us down a broad corridor. We paused before a set of magnificent French doors, then stepped through into a massive banquet room. The place was packed to the brim with people in formal evening wear. A broad aisle led to a raised dais at the far end of the room, set with a long table.
The officers led us up onto the dais to join two other contestant couples and a handful of Gladiator execs with their dates. When we were all seated, an emcee took up a position at the end of the dais and cleared his throat and jumped right into the night’s affairs, thank fuck.
“We at Gladiator, Inc., are incredibly saddened that the Final Round of Dom Wars led to tragedy. Our thoughts and prayers are with those families who lost loved ones. We deeply regret that one deranged individual was able to turn this contest into a private vendetta that touched so many people. Let us have a moment of silence out of respect for our fallen contestants.”
The lights dimmed and a huge screen at the opposite end of the hall came on. Mournful music filled the room as snapshots and short feed clips of the people Duff had slain were displayed on the screen. At the conclusion, a minister led a solemn prayer, also on the screen.
When the lights came back up, my stomach churned. A total of five people had died, including the guy on the boat and Duff—neither of whom were mentioned—and the best this company could do was put together a commemorative video they would make money off of. Fucking ridiculous. And now they would go right on with business as usual.
Another video started, this time summarizing each team’s stay on the island. Finally, the emcee seemed ready to move on. “As you’re all aware, the winning team had to get past Jase Duff and successfully reach the boat. Of course circumstances prevented things from going as planned. Even so, Preacher Dom’s team, including Lucian Bane and Tara Reese, which he purchased at auction, was able to reach the boat. Only Mistress Helga’s team also completed crossing the island, but they were unable to traverse the beach and reach the boat.”
More video, this time showing the trials and tribulations at every flag we got. We watched in mild amusement as I rode Preacher’s shoulders twice, and the audience roared in laughter at his tired of doing fucking ballet here Bane comment. Applause erupted at the water fall rescue with me and Preacher, and again at the basket weaving and pulling up the rock bearing the flag from the lagoon..
“Wow!” Steve clapped, nodding at us. “I must’ve been in transition when you did that one! Bravo!”
The clips finally ended with us reaching the boat and the emcee leaned to the microphone once more. “When we began this game to find the world’s Top Dom, we at Gladiator Inc had a personality in mind. He would be strong on every level. Physically, mentally, emotionally, and even spiritually. But something amazing happened while we partook in these wars with this team.” He held a hand toward us. “This team taught the world something that we feel is worth broadcasting across the globe tonight to all of our listeners. And that being… real dominance isn’t always measured in muscle. Nor is it always measured in intelligence. But rather it is measured…” he tapped his chest. “In heart.” He stretched his hand out toward us again. “Ladies and gentlemen of the world over watching via satellite tonight… we present to you, not one… not two…
not even three. But four Top Doms! That’s right, you heard correctly. We are awarding these four contestants each one million dollars.”
The room, erupted in applause with Tara and Becca jumping up and down hugging. I stood when Preacher did and we exchanged fierce hugs. “God is good, isn’t he my brother? Bet you never saw that one coming.”
I couldn’t resist the joy of his words and it rode out on unbidden laughter as camera flashes created a strobe effect that made my head spin.
“We did it, Lucian!”
Tara jumped into my embrace and I swung her around. “We fucking did, didn’t we?”
“We can bring Gramma home,” she cried.
“Yes, we can.” I kissed her and the audience responded with roaring applause. “We can bring Gramma home.”
Table of Contents
Title Page
Author’s Notes:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
