by Kendall Ryan
She grants me the access I desire, her butt lifting just slightly off the bed.
I place the vibrator under her pelvis and turn it on. Her entire body jolts in surprise.
“Holy shit!”
Raising an eyebrow at her. “Everything okay down there?”
“What is this thing?” she gasps, her hands already clawing at the sheets.
“Just a little toy to make sure you’re ready for me.”
Standing at the edge of the bed, I take my time to undress completely while Brielle watches me, her eyes fluttering with the pleasurable buzz against her clit.
She moans low in her throat, and her body trembles. Her pussy is glistening, and it takes everything I have to restrain myself.
“Don’t come without me, sweetheart,” I warn.
“Hale…” she pants, nearing the edge of orgasm already.
“Maybe I overestimated your self-control.”
Once I’m fully undressed, I take my cock in my hand and begin stroking myself slowly from base to tip. Brielle’s eyes cloud over with lust as her gaze zeros in on my movements, and her entire body shudders.
“I’m going to come…” she moans.
“Don’t you dare.”
“Hale!” she shouts, her thighs trembling with the effort of holding back.
I pull the vibrator from beneath her and change it to a lower setting while Brielle fights to catch her breath.
“Naughty girl. I should spank you, but instead I’m going to fuck your ass, because I can’t wait any longer.”
Picking up the plug, I warm it in my hands and add some lubricant before placing it flush against her back opening.
“What’s your safe word, Brielle?” I ask softly, leaning over her to kiss her earlobe.
“Peach.”
“And when should you use it?”
“If I want all play to stop,” she answers, still breathless.
“Good girl.”
I place the vibrator back in its magic spot, the low hum barely audible.
“Is that more manageable?” I ask.
“Yes,” she moans.
“Good. Now just breathe and relax for me.”
I push the plug inside her, feeling her sharp inhale at the foreign contact. But Brielle doesn’t fight it, doesn’t flinch away. She looks gorgeous with my plug in her ass, and I admire her bravery. After I’ve given her the chance to get used to it stretching her, I remove it, then coat myself with more lubricant, wanting this to be as comfortable as possible for her.
Soon, I’m gripping both of her ass cheeks and slowly, ever so slowly, sinking inside her inch by delicious inch. She’s so warm and fits so snugly around my dick that I immediately want to explode.
“Fuck.”
I know I have to go easy with her, but sweat breaks out across my back and neck with the effort of holding myself still while she adjusts.
“You good, sweetheart?” I ask, needing to hear her words.
“Yes, it’s…different, and I feel full, but I like it.”
Brielle lies still, breathing deep breaths in and out, just like I told her. Her submission is so beautiful, it warms me.
“That’s it, you’re doing great.” I place my hand on her lower back and set an easy rhythm. We’re so physically connected, I can feel the little vibrations humming through her.
“Hale…” she moans.
I think she’s going to tell me that she’s going to come again, but what comes out of her mouth next totally shocks me.
“Yes?”
“I want…I want to take charge, like you showed me.”
Fucking hell. “Go for it, baby.” I still my movements, letting her take the floor.
And soon, she’s the one fucking me, impaling herself on my cock over and over as her round ass wiggles against me.
I reach down and squeeze the base of my dick, trying not to come yet, but I can’t last. Her pussy is soaking wet, and I can feel her slick heat on my balls.
“Are you close, peach?”
“Yeah…I’m there,” she moans, her movements becoming erratic.
Thank fuck. I let myself go, hot streams of semen jetting out of me just as she gives a tight cry and collapses on the bed, utterly spent.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Brielle
After we made love, Hale made sure I was okay, giving me small sips from a bottle of water and covering me up with blankets. But now, as I’m resting on the bed, feeling sated and happy, his features are twisted with confusion.
“If tonight was too much, if I’m too much…fuck,” he curses.
I place my hand over his heart. I can read it all over him. He’s questioning if he pushed me too far, if his dominant nature is too much for me to handle.
“You don’t have to change for me.” You don’t have to make me love you, because I already do. I hope my gaze on his communicates everything I need it to, because my words are failing me.
“You’re amazing,” he says, gazing at me thoughtfully. “I never thought I’d want this again. And I do. I want you. Forever.”
I know this is absolutely huge for him. After his fiancée obliterated his trust, for him to open his heart up to a future with me is…indescribable. There are a million things I want to tell him, but he’s not through.
“You’re everything to me; you got under my skin right from our first lesson and you never let go. And then seeing how perfectly you responded tonight…” He makes a low sound of appreciation under his breath. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more, sweetheart.”
“Hale, I…” I’m trying to form into words everything he means to me as tears spring to my eyes.
“Shh. Let me finish. You asked what I wanted tonight. And now there’s just one thing left that I want.”
He places his hand on my cheek, and his thumb strokes my skin. This man’s sexual appetite is insatiable, and I’m beginning to question how I’m going to keep up, when he leans in close and presses his lips to mine.
“I want your heart,” he whispers.
I kiss his full, soft lips, my heart soaring with happiness. “You already have it,” I whisper back.
“Forever,” he says.
“Do you promise?” I don’t think he’s toying with me, but I can’t stomach the thought of losing him again.
“You belong with me. We both felt it from day one, and we both fought it, each of us for different reasons. But that’s done now. No more fighting. I just want to love you.”
A single tear slips from my eye, and his thumb catches it on my cheek. “I want that too.” It may not be the path I thought I wanted, but being with Hale, submitting to him, letting go of everything, it’s a deeper love than I ever imagined. It takes more trust and courage than I ever knew I had. I am blessed beyond measure, and I don’t even want to think about what my life would be like today if I hadn’t taken that first crazy step and e-mailed him.
“Now let’s go home,” he says. “I want to hold you all night and wake up with you in the morning.”
That sounds perfect to me. It was something denied me during our lessons.
We dress quickly and hurry from the club, stopping for a brief, but passionate kiss when the clock strikes midnight and confetti rains down on us.
I’m so overcome with emotion at the promise of this new year and new beginning, that Hale has to help me outside and into his car.
Epilogue
To: Brielle @bookworm92
From: Cameron Hale @thedominantgentleman
Subject: Peach
Male. Late 20s. Dominant. Stubborn, but loving.
Well hung.
Fucks like a goddamn porn star.
Looking for a wife.
What do you say, peach? Be mine forever?
xx,
Hale
To: Cameron Hale @thedominantgentleman
From: Brielle @bookworm92
Subject: RE: Peach
Yes!!!!!! Of course I will you big, silly man. I’m keeping you f
orever.
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The Dominant
Lessons with the Dom Book Two
A stand-alone romance about BDSM club owner, Reece
The best way to get over a man is to get under a different one…
I have one rule for myself. Don’t fuck the patrons. But as the owner of a BDSM club, that rule is harder to abide by than you might realize. It becomes even more difficult when my best friend’s little sister arrives at my club, lonely and confused, seeking refuge from her ex. I know I could help her, teach her, and build that quiet confidence she’s lost, if only she doesn’t break me first.
It was only supposed to be three lessons. No strings. No attachments...
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Chapter One
Reece
She’s standing here as if she didn’t shatter my entire world six years ago.
Blinking my eyes against what I’m sure is a mirage, or maybe too much scotch, I address the gorgeous woman standing demurely before me. “Macey?”
I’d recognize her anywhere, but this isn’t the girl I remember. I haven’t seen her in years, and she’s grown up. A lot. Her features are sharper, and she’s lost the childlike roundness to her face. But mostly it’s the look in her eyes that’s different—as if she’s seen too much of the world, and had to cut her own path through it. She’s harder, edgier, wiser…but she’s still Macey. And my heart is beating like a fucking drum at the sight of her.
“Hi, Reece.” Her tone is guarded, as are her eyes.
I fell in love with her when I was nineteen and she was just sixteen. I knew it was wrong; she was my best friend’s little sister. But when she lost her parents in a plane crash that year, I was the one she turned to for comfort, and our friendship evolved into a relationship.
Of course, my best friend, Hale, doesn’t know any of this because it ended when she went away to college. It had to. Macey was always destined for more, and leaving was exactly what she needed, even if she took a part of me with her.
Despite the fact that we’re standing in the busy lounge of my BDSM club, Crave, I’m immediately transported back to her quiet, dim bedroom six years ago. I was twenty, with all the wants and needs of a man, and she was just an inexperienced girl of eighteen…
• • •
Macey’s panties were wet, and her chest heaved up and down with her quick, shallow breaths. “Are you sure about this?” I asked her.
“I’m sure,” she said, her voice small, but steady.
Her white cotton underwear left little to the imagination, since the now-damp fabric clung to the inviting pink skin underneath. I’d been rubbing her clit through her panties, unwilling to undress her completely because I knew what would happen once I did. Her knees were spread apart, her thin tank top unable to conceal the firm peaks of her nipples. She was beautiful—a lesson in contradictions. Shy, but uninhibited. Inexperienced, yet eager.
She was close, whimpering softly as my fingers worked on her. My cock was so hard it ached, and all the blood pumping south was clouding my judgment. Continuing to caress her, I used my free hand to release my belt and open my pants. Taking myself in my hand, I pumped my cock up and down, needing a release so fucking badly it hurt.
Macey and I both released a shuddering breath at the same moment. Her gaze was glued to my jerky movements, and I could feel all of her muscles trembling.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked, a slight tremor to her words.
I had two condoms in my wallet, and as much as I wanted her, I was also scared out of my mind. I’d never slept with a woman I loved. Up until this moment, sex been a meaningless physical act meant to quiet the need raging inside me, nothing more than joyless weekend hookups with girls whose names I wouldn’t recall in the morning.
But Macey wasn’t just the girl I’d grown to love, she was also my best friend’s little sister and a virgin—a combination that was completely off-limits. So why was I in her bed with my cock in my hand?
I didn’t answer her about the condom—not because I couldn’t—but because in that moment, the only thing I wanted was to watch her come again. As I leaned down to take her mouth, her greedy tongue met mine, sucking hard as she lifted her hips slightly off the bed, pressing herself into my touch. My hand slid up and down my shaft, and I knew I was going to come soon. I kissed a path down her neck to her collarbone, making my way down her body past the dip in her belly until I settled between her thighs.
Lifting the fabric of her panties to the side, I exposed her delicate pink flesh. She was beautiful. I’d always insisted that her panties stay on while we fooled around. It was my one nonnegotiable rule, a small thing to ease my guilt. Macey opened her mouth to protest until she felt my tongue lap at her clit, and then she gave a short whimper and buried her hands in my hair, tugging me closer as her head dropped back on the pillow.
I chuckled against her skin, loving the taste of her. She tasted even better than I could have imagined. And her cunt smelled so fucking good, I wanted to bury myself inside it.
My mouth was everywhere at once, all over her sweetness, lapping up the honey of her virgin pussy, nipping at her clit gently with my teeth, licking her in a steady rhythm over and over as I squeezed the base of my cock so I wouldn’t come…
• • •
“Reece?” she asks, drawing me back to the moment.
Fuck.
I want to ask her a million questions. How did she find me? Why is she here? What does she want? But I’m unable to stop myself from studying her. Her skin looks so soft. I wonder if it’s still lightly perfumed with lavender and honey. Long dark hair that flows over her shoulders, a trim waist, and the gentle curve of well-rounded hips. Dressed in skinny jeans, and tall boots, her shapely legs seem to go on forever.
She crosses her arms under her ample breasts bringing attention to the fact she has a glorious rack. Dear god. Are those Ds? “You've grown up,” I say, recovering only slightly.
Noting how my eyes had briefly wandered from hers, Macey smirks. “So have you. Unless my memories are off. How tall are you these days?”
“Six-four.”
“God, it’s been a long time.” She smiles at me, but there’s a faraway sadness in her eyes I don’t like.
“Six years,” I say, even though it wasn’t a question. “Does Hale know you’re here?” Something tells me her older brother wouldn’t be too happy she’s shown up at my club.
Shaking her head, Macey tips her chin toward her chest.
Using two fingers, I lift her chin to meet my gaze. “Who’s done this to you?”
“What?” she asks, flushed and slightly breathless.
That reaction is to be expected, given our surroundings. Crave is Chicago’s hottest BDSM club. But her reaction to the club isn’t what I’m referring to at all.
“Who’s dimmed that light in your eyes?”
That was the thing about Macey. Even from the time she was a skinny little girl, those huge blue eyes were like two pools of light that swallowed you whole, sucked you into her orbit, and made you feel alive and slightly out of control.
I can’t resist reaching out to touch her again, this time tucking a stray lock of chestnut-colored hair behind her ear. The urge to take her in my arms and hold her tight flares inside me. And to say I’m not the cuddling type would be a huge fucking understatement. But this is Macey, and I really don’t like seeing her like this.
She inhales sharply at the contact, but her gaze stays on mine. “How about a drink first?”
I nod, and placing my hand again
st her lower back, lead the way toward the bar.
Helping Macey onto the only open bar stool, I stand beside her and gesture to the bartender.
My head is still spinning from the scene upstairs I just witnessed. I helped Hale with his new submissive, Brielle, just moment ago. She’d presented her tight little ass to us at his command, and even with her on display, all I could think about was getting back to Macey. I couldn’t believe when my security staff called me over, pointing to the woman near the door who’d asked to speak with me. But before I could gather my courage to approach her, Hale called my cell, asking for backup with his scene. Of course I went.
All I could think about was Macey during the scene, how Hale’s little fucking sister was out there waiting for me. If anyone tried to pick her up or take her to a private room, so help me, I would rip his arms off and beat him with them. And since that would be bad for business, I was hoping it didn’t come to that. Hale would freak out if he knew she was here, so I kept things brief and stayed quiet about that fact, before slipping out of the room to return to her. And now that I’m standing with her, I’m speechless once again.
The bar is packed, given that it’s New Year’s, and we watch the bartender filling drink orders and slinging bottles for a couple of quiet moments.
“Why don’t you start out by telling me exactly why you came here tonight?” I ask. Last I knew, Macey had been living in Miami.
“Let me give you a hint.” She leans closer, letting the weight of her generous breasts brush against my chest as she bends close to my ear. “My personal life went to shit, and now I need hot, sweaty sex. I need forget-my-own-name sex.”
The sweet little Macey I remember has left the building, folks.
My cock hardens instantly.
Just then, the bartender saunters up and asks what we’re craving, a little tagline my publicity company came up with. All the bar staff and waitresses have been trained to use it.
