by Alex Elliott
Luxury—check. High-tech—double-check. Everything from invisible surround sound to a temperature controlled wine refrigerator. His apartment lighting, alarm system, and even his music is accessible from an app on his phone. It’s like he’s a nerd in a hunk’s body. And what a body. The many moons it will take me to explore him, memorize every rock-hard centimeter...like the words to this song—I feel enlivened at the prospect.
“What are you thinking?” He lifts my hand and kisses my palm.
“I’m ready...this is the day like it says in the song.”
“This song,” he whispers against my hair as he moves in back of me, “I added it, when we landed in D.C. and I dropped you at your condo.”
“Only a month ago,” I stammer as he takes the shell of my ear, sucking it between his lips.
“A lifetime,” he replies and I nod, agreeing with him.
I run my palms along his smooth, roped arms as he hugs me, pulling me snug against him. We meld together, like heated caramel. I thread my fingers with his, and sway against him, savoring the extreme sensations he produces inside me. Once again.
“Bennett,” I say his name, yet fall mute when a rush of emotions bubble up in me—the ones I’ve held in check and keep secret. All at once, my feelings refuse to remain silent any longer.
I turn in his arms, meeting his eyes, and the breath is knocked from my lungs as our gazes reconnect. But this time, I won’t let this moment slip by. I reach up and skim my fingers over the stubble darkening his jaw, semi-mindful of the prickly sensation pressing against my skin.
Words echo in my mind, echo in each booming crash of my heart, and vibrate along my tongue, expanding and expanding. “Dammit, I love you so much!” I blurt out.
He chuckles in that way that lights up his eyes from the inside out, and floods my nerve endings with tingling electricity. “You had me going, Ms. Kennedy. I wondered if my unbridled love of you was one-sided.”
“You could have asked?” I press my mouth to his bare chest, savoring the woodsy scent he exudes and the supple texture of his warm skin against my lips. His heart beats in strong thuds as I graze my lips along his pecs, stopping only to flick my tongue across his nipple that puckers in response.
Groaning, he fists his fingers in my hair, gently tugging. “That’s not a question easily posed. It’s a powder keg, and after today, I prefer that you come to me willingly. There’s no room in our life for coercion.”
“Oh no? Not even a little strong-arming?” I tease him.
Within the depths of my being, I do realize that he’s at a crossroads in relaying his love of me. No small feat for the violence and abuse he’s endured. From being a man who kept his past on lockdown, he’s let me inside, and now we’re in this place that’s open, complicated, and vulnerable. We’re in love. So in love.
He tilts his head, his green eyes glinting in the early evening light. “Are you saying that’s what you want?”
Adrenaline pumps into my bloodstream, bombarding the ache of lust he inspires, and my lungs pick up the pace. But for him, I play it cool by rolling my eyes. “Well, maybe not every second of every day, but definitely what you’ve shown me so far... No lie, sir. I like it. What’s a little rope between two people in love? A cuff here, a muzzle there. And don’t forget the merits of a cane—especially when my mouth gets the better of me, Master.”
“When that term spills from those perfect fuckable lips of yours, do you have any idea how hard I get? Show me what I want. Now, hotshot.” Smugly, he arches a brow at me and I smile, easing an inch or two away.
“Mmm,” I whisper, running my hands up and over my breasts to the neckline of my shirt. Easing it and my bra down, I expose my nipples that are now diamond-points in need of his mouth. But instead of coming closer, I take a step back and then another. In this dance, I’m not truly moving away, but drawing him near. He’s my ring of fire, and I keep what’s mine.
“Is this what you mean?” I ask in a coquettish tone.
“Baby, you’re beautiful. So skilled. But there’s a cost if you tease me, little girl.” His pupils dilate as his gaze detours from my face to my chest.
“Who’s teasing?” I offer him my breasts, caged between my fingers. “All for you.”
“The way your pink nipples tighten for me, I can’t wait to fuck those beauties.” He limps toward me, the muscles along his torso flex into rippling planes that temp me to run my hands over his corrugated abs up to his sculpted shoulders. The moment he touches me, I groan in pleasure.
“Please,” I plead.
Letting go a dark-sounding chuckle, he kneads the skin over my breasts, thrumming my nipples. “I’ve got something else for you.” From his pocket, he removes a thin cord of black leather attached to tiny clamps.
I watch as he attaches one clamp to my nipple, then the other, and I bite my lip from the swelling erotic sensation, tingling within each of my breasts.
“Ben,” I rasp his name.
He bends and licks the tip of his tongue across each of my peaks, teasing me until jolts of pleasure flare and land between my legs. I moan hungry sounds, spreading my fingers along his face and arch as he sucks my nipple into his searing mouth. Raising his head, he kisses a path up my chest to my neck, then sucks a point that has me melting.
“God!” I groan.
“How about an abbreviated tour of the place?” he asks, gifting me with a very sexy and confident smirk while he tugs me toward the terrace doorway.
“Yes. That would be wonderful.” My chest squeezes at the flickering pain that slices across his face when he takes a step on the ankle I’ve hurt. “I’m sorry about your ankle.”
He chuckles darker this time, and there’s a percolating lascivious mirth in his expression. “Are you really?”
“I am. How can I make it up to you? Just tell—”
He presses one of his fingers to my lips. “Shhh. Don’t you worry. I’ve got plans for you.” He guides me into his living room, but then pauses as he spreads out his arms. “East or South?”
“Ah. Your place is in an L-shape?”
“Our place, and in a word, yes.” His eyes take on a predator-like sheen when his gaze drifts down to my chest, and lower.
“Whichever direction leads us to the master bedroom.” I smile when he points toward the East, and then runs the heel of his palm over the growing bulge in his pants. I’ve always liked a bedroom that faces the rising sun and now with a man who enjoys fucking as a wakeup call. Yeah. Perfect combination.
He threads our fingers together, piloting me with him. We pass by a guest bedroom, and an office, and then a room with a shut door. “This one is off-limits,” he says with a secretive grin, and I can’t tell if he’s joking or not. I don’t ask why when up ahead is a set of double-doors and he opens them, revealing a master en suite.
“You have a knack for doing modern, spacious, and elegant.” His bedroom is as put together as the rest of his place.
“Make yourself at home,” he offers, squiring me further inside.
My focus goes right to his bed. It’s huge, and positioned within the center of the room while a fireplace and sitting area are off to the side. I pause at the doorway to his dressing room, scanning the row of custom-made suits neatly hung. Same for his dress shirts arranged by color. Jeans, sweaters, T-shirts are smartly folded and along with his shoes, all are on shelves. His closet is unusually large, immaculate, and well-ordered—exactly what I’d expect for a Dom.
Turning, I walk back into his bedroom and pause next to the nightstand. I stare in fascination at the digital frame that flashes a series of images. Like pieces of a puzzle, or really pieces of one photograph. The only one I’ve witnessed in his place. Stunned, I watch until the last frame appears, a black and white silhouette of two people.
It’s unmistakable, yet I still ask, “Is this us?”
“It is,” he assures me, turning and capturing me in his arms. Kissing me, consuming me, he cups the back of my head, thrusting his tongue
into my mouth. His lips are warm and inviting, and his hands roam over my body, lowering the shirt off my shoulders and down my arms. He caresses my breasts, biting my bottom lip, and in between kisses, he asks, “Who makes you unbearably wild...swollen...wet?”
“You. Only you,” I moan into his mouth.
Bennett doesn’t waste any time. He pulls my skirt, panties, and shirt down my body until my clothing lies in a heap at my ankles. He unclasps my bra and when I step free of my newly discarded clothing, he drops it onto the ring of my clothes on the floor. “Leave the shoes on,” he commands me, eyeing my electric-blue strappy sandals.
He cinches his hand over my hips, lifting me upward, and walks a few steps before he tosses me onto his bed. Lowering his zipper, his eyes grow even more predatory as he peels off his jeans, freeing his cock.
“Come here,” he summons me to the edge of the bed while stroking his hand along his erection. “Suck it. Taste my crown.”
“With pleasure.” I capture his swollen cock in my mouth. The instant my tongue sweeps along his slit he groans and droplets of his pre cum pool. I suck him, humming from the taste of him. So good.
He holds onto my head, and thrusts into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I relax my jaw and he goes deeper as my pussy swells. He fucks my mouth and I’m unbelievably slick, hungry as I start to bob my head.
“Stop.” He bends forward, tipping up my face as he feathers his fingers along my cheeks, and stares down at me.
“I want more,” I murmur, squirming.
“And I’ll give it to you.” He laughs low. “Keeper of my secrets. I love you, X.”
He crushes his mouth to mine, devouring my moans until I’m digging my fingers into his arms, needing him so much. He drags his mouth from mine, sucking a point along my jaw as I sway, dizzy in aching need of him. Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around his cock and watch as he palms one of my breasts, and sucks the other tip between his lips. Slowly, he laps his tongue over my sensitive bud caught in a clamp. Yanking on the cord, he delivers a slice of pain that explodes in my breasts and I cry out, squeezing his hard-on. Pumping his cock within my fist, he gives an encore performance to my other nipple as I writhe in unbearable pleasure.
Capturing my hands, he tugs them off his dick. “You’re going to make me come.”
“I need you!” I can’t help myself. I want him so badly and tunnel my fingers through his thick dark hair, yanking as he scrapes the edge of his incisors across my skin.
He lowers me to the bed, roughly wedging open my legs, and I arch under the erotic onslaught of his hands, running from my ankles up my calves to the juncture of my thighs. Climbing onto the bed, he pushes my knees wider apart, exposing my soaking wet pussy, and the look on his face is pure primal lust. Stroking his fingers across the seam of my sex, he splays my folds, and grunts in predatory satisfaction.
“Show me what you like,” he orders me.
I touch myself, imagining his fingers flicking across my sleek flesh as I skim my finger from my entrance, up to my clit, in swirling pattern as I bow off the bed. “Like this?”
“Fuck! X, keep going.”
Faster, harder I stroke, clenching my stomach muscles as the sensation of coming undone coils low in my belly. “Please,” I beg him in a pleading moan.
“One day soon I’m going to photograph you like this. Us fucking,” he says as his pupils dilate, changing his emerald eyes into dark forest green. “Baby, I love your cunt. It’s perfect. I want you completely waxed for me. All the time.”
“Does that go both ways?” I watch him pump his thick hard-on in and out of his curled fingers directly over my pussy.
“It sure can.” He taps his crown against my swollen clit.
I whimper, rotating my hips as I grind against my fingers, fucking myself with my legs wide apart. “I’m close,” I whisper.
“Not yet.” He lifts my hand, sucking my wet fingers into his mouth, trading his fingers for mine. In one fell thrust, he pounds a large finger inside me. “Ride me, baby.”
He pummels my pussy then stops only to insert two of his fingers and really begins to pound me. As he fucks me with his fingers, grazing my G-spot, and I shiver in unrestrained bliss. He’s got to unravel too. I reach out, wrapping my fingers around his erection, savoring his skin that’s both rigid and silk within my grasp. I groan in undulating sounds, deep in my throat as we both touch and drive each other over the edge. Brushing my fingertips across his crown, I coat my fingers in his pre cum and suck the taste of him from my skin.
He murmurs my name, “Xavia. Let me in.”
His voice echoes in my head, in my blood, in my heart that beats like a whisper that speaks of love and lust, power and trust. Blanketing my body, he secures my calves over his broad shoulders as his cock nudges my entrance.
He’s poised above me, tense as he stares down at me. “Give yourself to me.” His order rumbles in his chest, a vibration that I feel pouring from his body into mine that makes me gasp in pleasure and ache.
“Always,” I promise, caressing his cock against my clit as I clench in mind-blowing pleasure. I need him. His taste, his hardness, his fury. All inside me, pumping and pounding.
Bennett covers my lips with his mouth. Hot, wet, demanding—we’re hungry for more as our words come out rushed, our breathing fast, and my hunger to feel him possess me is out of control.
“You’re entirely mine,” he growls, and then pounds his throbbing length into me without mercy.
My pussy tightens, my clit throbs, and I roll my hips, thrashing beneath him. Another devouring slam and he’s seated root deep as I whimper his name. Unrelenting, he rocks his hips, driving the full length of his cock into me.
I shudder out, “I love you.”
“Baby, I’m so deep inside you, but you need more.” His smoldering forest eyes hold me captive.
Squeezing around him, I flex my hips, arching up and down his length. I sway, marathon fucking his cock. He cups my ass, thrusting, slamming into me. Hard. And deeper. “Sir, I want you so much. Please, give me what I need!”
His fingers brush along my neck, tempting me with taboo pleasure as he squeezes his thumb and forefinger into my skin. Yes. That’s it. He’s teasing and testing as I groan, begging for more.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, holding him near, whispering what he’s doing to me. A sea of sensation wells up inside me, higher each time he drives his dick into me over and over. Our mouths meet, our tongues dance, and our bodies move together in pure fluid bliss. My breath comes out in hard pants, hard pleasure as he owns my body. Abruptly, he releases his hold on my neck, but I beg him in frustration. “Don’t let go. Please. I want this.”
“Not yet,” he orders, lowering my legs. He does a smooth one-eighty, and lands on his back and has me straddling his hips, riding his cock.
He grips me roughly, hauling my hips up and down his erection. My breasts bounce wildly, so wild, I press my fingers to my chest. Unrelenting, he pumps into me, filling me with primal pleasure. Wave after glowing wave washes through me stronger, faster as I ride his cock, feeling all of him. He’s blowing my mind.
“God...you feel so good,” I rasp.
He lowers my hands from my tits, guiding me to his chest. “Lean forward. I want to really fuck you hard.”
Rocking my hips, I plant my hands over the corded muscles along his chest. His fingers hoist my ass cheeks, dragging me back and forth along the length of his cock in raw fury that blurs pain with pleasure, so intense, so rough.
He slams me down on his dick, and an uncontrollable mind rush snaps and curls my tongue. “Bennett!” I yell his name.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he thunders in a gravelly voice, flicking his thumb over the bundle of nerves in my clit.
Sweltering lust expands and then implodes with an arc of blinding light flashing within my eyes. “Oh. Please. That’s it!” I lift his hand, curl his fingers around my neck and stare at him. “You know you want to do this.”
/> His green gaze collides with mine, his guttural groan caresses my neck, and I need him...need what he can deliver. He stares at me, and slowly nods. Holding onto me, Ben lifts us, turning and completing another one-eighty. With me under him, he shifts upward, his magnificent body, a rippling specimen of man, muscle, and confidence.
He kisses me and whispers across my lips, “Give me a second.”
Withdrawing his cock from me, he unfurls his beautiful body from his bed, and walks to his closet. When he returns, he’s holding a blue silk tie in his hand as he surveys my face, then lowers his gaze to my body.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
“So much, sir.” I smile up at him.
He binds my wrists together, looping his tie around a slat of wood in the center of his headboard. “This type of sex consumes. For some, it’s playing out fears, pitting them against dreams. For me with you, it unlocks, freeing the darkness within. I promise, we won’t go too far.”
“I trust you.”
“Only because you ask, am I doing this,” he tells me, positioning his crown to my entrance, and pounds into me with a rough thrust.
He aligns his fingers along my neck. Pressing softly at first, he forces my pussy to take all he has to give with each slam he delivers. The sensation of falling overwhelms my senses as he thrusts his cock in and out of me, and is nothing short of torturous ecstasy. Without stopping, he drives himself into me brutally, pressing his fingers incrementally tighter and tighter along the tender points on my throat only he seems capable of locating.
Pleasure skyrockets inside me with each pound of his cock—each piston of his hips—this type of fucking is rapturous. Powering into me, he crafts a symphony of breaking bliss that blends with beautiful pain, penetrating my body, branding my soul.
“Come for me,” he murmurs in a caressing growl as he plants his mouth on mine, swallowing my pleas for more and harder.
“This feels incredible,” I cry out to him.
And it does. Each slam. Each thrust. Every inch. I tremor around him, riding the tsunami of erotic hunger as the world around darkens, my pleasure heightens, and his voice fills my head.
