by Jenna Jacob
Take him. Take all of him.
The need to feel his hot flesh against mine annihilated all my inhibitions. Reaching for the button on his jeans, I deftly worked to get him naked. As my fingers skimmed his abs, I felt his muscles flutter and tighten. He was no more immune to my touch than I was to his. Empowerment, heady and demanding, sang through me.
You’re not a Domme right now. You’re simply a woman. He’s neither Dom nor sub, just a man, a man hungry for the same thing you are…release. Heeding the inner voice within, I exhaled the drive to command and control.
As if sensing my inner conflict, Max lifted off me and stood. His breath was shallow, and his massive pecs rose and fell with each rapid draw of oxygen. He toed off his shoes and drew down the zipper of his jeans. With a moan of relief, he bent and slid the denim off his ass and down his thighs. I only caught of a glimpse of the massive shaft between his legs. But when he straightened once more and kicked the fabric free, I bit back a gasp. My mouth had gone dry, but I forced an arid swallow and stared at him in all his naked glory. Every inch was sculpted and defined…every inch including the seven or eight of the long, thick erection pointed toward the sky. My mouth was no longer dry…it watered.
“Your turn.”
With a sultry smile, I started to inch the red lacy thong off my hips.
“Wait. I want to do that.”
He bent and strummed a thumb up the center of the fabric. I could feel my wetness that saturated the silk. With a low growl Max leaned in farther and pinched the material between his teeth before slowly peeling the thong off my hips, down my legs, and off my feet.
His nostrils flared.
The mixture of our heady hormones clung in the air. Soaring the unrelenting urge of man to claim woman and woman to claim man past desperation.
Max cupped my nape and pressed his lips to mine, kissing me with a mindless passion. I floated off the ground as his tongue sought to devour every ridge and crevice. Inching his fingers up the back of my scalp, he sank a fist into my hair and angled my head back to delve deeper. I couldn’t miss his assertive need to control.
Reaching down between his legs, I feathered my fingertips over his shaft. His body tightened and I swallowed his groan. Sinking farther down, I clasped his balls and squeezed until he tore from my lips with a curse.
“Play nice, and I’ll do the same.” I arched my brows in warning.
Max dragged his hand down my back and over the flair of my hips. Pulling me flush against his rugged body, he aligned his heated sex to mine.
“I lost my head.”
A soft chuckle rolled off my tongue. “Not the one between your legs. I can feel that one just fine.”
Max grinned. “No. That one’s definitely not lost. He knows exactly where he belongs.”
“I like his GPS tracking skills.”
“You’re going to like what he does next a whole lot more.”
I had no doubt whatsoever that he’d thoroughly and completely sate my savage needs.
Then what? What are you going to do after he puts out the fire? Strap on your corset and stilettos and pretend Samantha was just a mirage? Smile and wave to him in the club as if none of this ever happened?
I didn’t want to think past this moment, but the niggling voice in the back of my head asked valid questions. Was I simply using sex with Max to avoid negotiating a peace between the two opposing forces within me? Did it matter? Why couldn’t I simply enjoy a raw and dirty fuck with the man? There wasn’t a happily ever after in my future, only the here and now. Closing my eyes, I willed my analytical brain to silence, at least long enough to achieve a mind-bending orgasm or two…or five.
“Hey.” Max tucked his fingers beneath my chin and lifted my head. I opened my eyes but wanted to slam them shut again when I saw his dissecting stare. He pressed a cotton-soft kiss to my lips. “We don’t have to do this if you’re having second thoughts.”
I both loved and hated how easily he read my emotions. No one since Desmond had been able to home in on my feelings. Max’s innate talent wasn’t normal, but it was comforting.
“We can stop right here…right now,” he assured.
“You even think about stopping and I’ll get my whip.”
He palmed my breasts and lightly pinched my nipples. I sucked in a hiss. “I thought you said play nice?”
“I did. So how politely do you want to fuck me?”
“In every raw and nasty way we can,” he growled.
“Bring it, big man,” I taunted in a sultry tone.
Turning from his arms, I crawled onto the middle of the bed. I rolled my hips and teased him with a tantalizing show.
“Oh, yeah,” his gravelly voice rumbled. “This is going to get dirty…fast.”
Without asking, Max yanked open the drawer of my nightstand. A wicked grin tugged his lips as he pulled out a string of condoms, bottle of lube, my long, slender vibe, and thick rubber dildo. “Real. Fucking. Dirty.”
My body trembled but I boldly lifted my chin. “I can make it ten times dirtier if you pull out the strap-on that’s in there.”
“Not tonight, sugar,” he said with a chuckle.
As he inched toward the bed, I reached between his legs and cradled his heavy erection. Hot and throbbing, he pulsed in my palm. Slowly, I stroked up and down with a featherlight touch. Max moaned, pressed his mouth to mine, and cupped my mound. He dipped one finger between my folds and toyed with my clit. Gripping him tighter, I glided up and down his cock from root to tip. He was thick, so thick I couldn’t get my hand all the way around him.
Swallowing my soft moans, he slid from my mouth. He dragged his tongue down my neck and over the swell of my shoulder, then dipped lower and latched his lips onto my nipple. Every thrust of his fingers and stroke of his thumb, along with every suckle, nibble, and lave of his tongue sent me floating higher and higher. I closed my eyes, lost in the tropical heat of his mouth and the wicked rasp of his fingers exploring my core. I squeezed tighter as I pumped my fist along his velvet-shrouded cock.
He awakened a dormant primal woman within, and she roared to life, hungry and ready to feed.
“More,” I demanded.
His tiny chuckle vibrated my nipple and I growled. Max sank his teeth into the pebbled tip. “Play nice, or I’ll put you on your knees.”
Inwardly turning to stone, I jerked back and pulled free of his mouth and fingers. I dropped his steely cock and inched backward on the bed. Narrowing my eyes, I clenched my jaw. “I won’t ever kneel to you or any other man again.”
Max blinked, surprised by my intense reaction. “Easy, tiger. I was only kidding. Like you did with me about the strap-on.”
If you’re big enough to dish it out, you’d better damn well be willing to take it.
“We’re doing this as man and woman. Remember?” he continued. “I’ve not only restrained my inner Dom but I’ve also locked away any expectation of you submitting to me, Sam.”
“But you’d like for me to, wouldn’t you?”
“Hell yes. I’m not ever going to lie to you. It would be phenomenal. But the cost to your mental well-being is too high. I might have chained up my control, but I can’t cordon off the need to protect you. I’ll walk out the damn door before I cause you any emotional or physical pain.”
His pledge took the wind out of my sails and neutralized my fear-based anger.
“Relax, baby. All we’re doing here is having some consensual fun. Clear everything from your mind and let me make you feel good, all right?”
I nodded though I was still a mental hot mess. Why was he even staying? Was he as pent up as me? Was he dealing with my clusterfucked emotions just to get laid? Evidently. He hadn’t gathered up his clothes and rushed out the door, at least not yet.
Let me make you feel good… His words turned over and over in my head.
Maybe Max was right. Maybe all I really needed was to stop psychoanalyzing the nipples off every word he said and simply let go. Fuck the man’s brains
out, send him on his way, then deal with my inner selves and make a final decision about my Dominance.
One thing was certain—trying to fuck Max and internally sort it all out at the same time was never going to work.
“You’ll let me make you feel good, too, right?”
“Baby, I’ll let you do anything you want to me…within reason.”
“What do deem as unreasonable?” I asked.
“Your strap-on, for one. No lifestyle stuff. No whips, floggers, paddles, needles, electricity, or fire. And absolutely no embroidery hoops or clothespins anywhere near my junk. Got it?”
The corners of my mouth twitched, fighting back a grin. “How long’s it been since you’ve had strictly non-lifetstyle sex?”
His brows wrinkled as he pondered my question. “Let’s see…I was seventeen when I started experimenting with bondage and learning about Dominance. That makes it about…twenty-three years.”
“Wow. That’s a long time.”
“What about you?”
“Six months ago, give or take.”
“So you have a regular—”
“Fuck friend?” I interjected for him. Max nodded. “No.” Not for over six months, and not anymore, thanks to Carly.
“You have sex with your subs, though, right?” he asked.
“Not intercourse.”
It wasn’t unheard of for men to join the lifestyle assuming they could get laid every night at the club. Once those types discovered BDSM had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with the power exchange, they usually didn’t return. While I allowed my subs to masturbate—as a reward—I didn’t permit any of them to fuck me. The only exception was Dark Desire, when he was mine. The man was too perfect a slave—which made it doubly hard when it had come time to un-collar him—and had a cock too beautiful to deny myself the pleasure he provided.
Max raked me with a hungry stare. Wrapping a wide fist around his cock, he slowly stroked himself up and down. “Would you lay out on your back for me again, Sam?”
“Yes,” I softly whispered.
Centering myself on the middle of the mattress, I watched as Max prowled over me. Hovering above for several silent moments, he gazed into my eyes, then bent his elbows and slowly lowered his lips to mine. I wasn’t sure if the gentle kiss was his way of testing the waters or if he meant to imprint his vow and shield me from having to claim myself as anything but a woman. Either way, it soon didn’t matter. I was lost in the feel of his lips, the texture of his warm, slippery tongue and calloused hands as they raked over my naked body.
As he worked his mouth down my flesh, pausing to tease and torment my nipples, his fingers delved between my folds, adding to the fitful pleasure restlessly writhing inside me. My own gasps and moans echoed in my ears as Max’s mouth grew closer and closer to my throbbing mound.
“Such pretty blonde curls,” he whispered, threading his fingers through the wet ringlets. “I love the scent of your pussy. It’s sweet…rich…earthy. I’m going to love smearing your thick juice all over my face, too.”
“Max,” I hissed.
“What?” He chuckled. “You don’t want my mouth on you, Sam?”
“No. I do. Just stop talking about it and do it.”
“Is that an order, or are you begging me?” He grinned as he arched his brows.
“Neither. It’s a request.”
“Well, in that case…I’m gonna have to grant your wish, fair maiden.”
I watched him settle in between my legs, and the air stilled in my lungs as he dropped his mouth to my cunt. His moist breath teased my swollen and sweltering core. I fisted my hands to keep from gripping his head and forcing his mouth to my pussy. Extending his tongue, Max streaked it quickly over my engorged clit. My muscles twitched and my body jolted as a sliver of fire raced through my veins. Flattening his tongue, he drew it up between my folds in a long, slow, deliberate swipe.
“God, yes,” I hissed.
Rocking and rolling my hips, I met each lap and plunge he bathed me with. Pressing my shoulders into the mattress, I arched as he hungrily fucked me with his talented, curling tongue.
“Your cunt’s so soft and silky. Your cream is sweet and tart. My cock’s as hard as steel and jealous as hell of my tongue.”
He burrowed in even deeper while his nose and thumb batted and burnished my clit. Max worshiped my body not like a sub but a man, rendering me powerless. All I could do was lie back and savor the silky feel of his tongue and fingers dragging in and out of me. Trapped in the sublime boundary of verve and le petite mort—the little death—Max kept me suspended and writhing on the cusp of euphoric bliss.
My moans and whimpers grew to mewling cries of self-inflicted, passion-mixed pain. He would command me neither to hold back or to release. I was free to sail away all on my own. While I desperately wanted to free-fall into the exploding light, I couldn’t let go of the spine-melting sensations he bestowed.
And just when I was ready to pirouette over the edge and crash into a million shards of ecstasy, Max sat up in an urgent rush.
“I have to feel this. Fuck. You’re burning me up. I’m on fucking fire.”
Hastily he ripped open a condom. Hissing, he sheathed his swollen and weeping cock. Max aligned the engorged crest to my pussy. Gripping my hips, he slowly impaled me. My swollen tissues stretched as he packed inch after glorious inch into my gripping core. I was stretched and filled to the hilt. When his pubic bone brushed my clit, pulses of pleasure ignited and spread outward…consuming every cell in its path. I threw back my head and screamed as the orgasm engulfed me in a blistering wave of fiery heat.
“Jesus,” Max barked. Digging his fingers and thumb into my hips, he dragged in and out of my clutching core, hammering into me with such force another orgasm layered over the first, and I exploded again into a million quaking particles.
Max cursed again, his face contorting as he fought to hold back, making sure I rode the crest up and over yet again. Sweat dripped from his face as I continued to cry out and moan while uncontrollably gripping at his driving cock.
“So goddamn hot. So fucking tight. You’re strangling me,” he bit out between clenched teeth.
As I slowly floated downward, his expression slightly softened. Then without warning, he pulled from inside me. Without a word, he lifted me up with his strong arms, and flipped me onto my stomach. I opened my heavy eyelids to discover the room had finally stopped spinning, but everything appeared hazy and surreal. Wedging an arm beneath me, he pulled me up to my knees and dragged his fingertips down my spine.
Before I could remind him that I wasn’t going to kneel for him, Max gripped one hand to my hip and plunged his thick cock back into my fluttering cunt. He issued an animalistic grunt as I sucked in a gasp. As he dragged his bulbous crest over my G-spot, I began climbing that familiar summit once more. Suddenly a drop of cold gel plopped onto my puckered rim. Lube. Oh, god, surely he wasn’t going to try and shove his massive cock up my…
“Max,” I cried. “I-I can’t take you there.”
“Shhh, baby. I’m not going to try and squeeze into your ass. Your pussy’s too tight as it is. I’m not going to last long enough to work my way into this tiny hole.”
He pressed a lube-covered finger through my gathered ring. Lights exploded behind my eyes, and slivers of delight detonated outward as my tiny opening sucked at his digit. Swirling his finger around the ridged rim, Max opened me wider as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Lost in the sweet burn engulfing me, my clit throbbed incessantly. Dragging a hand between my legs, I strummed the aching nub and melted as Max wedged another finger inside my rosebud.
My keening cries echoed off the walls, nearly drowning out the sound of the vibe as I soared to the peak again. Cold plastic replaced his fingers. As he thrust in and out of my cunt, Max pressed the pulsating toy into my ass. The sensation was indescribable. My nerve endings felt as if they’d burst open and pinged off one another in an oscillating cyclone. The frantic driving r
hythm of his cock was the only anchor keeping me from levitating off the bed. My limbs tingled out the warning as fire, light, and convulsions melded in an earth-shattering conflagration that splintered me apart.
Screaming until my throat turned raw, I clamped down around Max like a vice. He cursed and yanked the vibe free only to shove his fingers deep inside my clutching ass. Shouting my name, he slammed his cock in deep and stilled. I felt his seed jettison along his pulsating shaft as he followed me over. I whimpered as I clasped around his emptying cock and buried fingers.
Tremors and aftershocks rippled through us both, prompting jolts and quivers to consume our throbbing flesh. My arms trembled and my elbows gave out. Just as I was about to crash to the mattress, Max wrapped a steely arm around my waist and hauled me upright. With my back pressed against his slick chest, I purred. He bent and left a trail of kisses across my shoulder and up the side of my neck. Shivering, I clutched around his still-erect cock.
“Such a sweet, spent little kitten,” he whispered in my ear. “I’ve never felt anyone quite as spectacular as you.”
I’d never had my world rocked the way Max had just done, either. But my mind was too lethargic to try and decide if that was a good thing or a bad one. Hell, I couldn’t even form words yet. I could only moan my reply.
His low chuckle tickled my ear. Lifting my heavy arms, I slung them behind his neck and sighed. Max cupped my breasts and nibbled my neck. His cock lurched inside me and I grinned.
“You’re a sex machine.”
“Not normally…not like this. I don’t know what you’ve done to me, Sam, but I could stay inside your snug tunnel all night long and still not get my fill of you.”
The idea sounded too tempting for words. But eventually we’d have to get out of bed. Whether or not we’d be able to walk was a different story.
Taking me with him, Max tumbled us onto the mattress. Spooning on our sides, we lay silent for a long time cocooned in one another’s body heat. Blessedly, my mind hadn’t yet engaged, and I turned to look over my shoulder at him. Max smiled, then lifted his head and pressed his mouth to mine in a soft, soulful kiss. My feminine musk clung to his lips and stained his tongue. Thumbing my nipples, he caressed my body while I softly purred and trailed my fingernails over his rugged arms. His erection declined slightly, but I could feel he was still rigid wedged within me.
