The Invitation (BDSM & Erotic Romance)

by Jennifer Bene

  He loved it when a woman got all indecisive in the throes of pleasure.

  A moment later she had her hand in his hair, and he adjusted one of her legs so he could slip two fingers inside her with a thrust. Her grip in his hair tightened and he returned his mouth to her clit, her pussy was soaking the bed underneath her, her hips rolling up with each pull of his mouth at the core of her. When he curled his fingers inside her to brush against the bundle of nerves just on the inside she fell apart. He gentled his touches, softening the rhythmic draw against her clit until she rode out the orgasm. She melted against the bed, laid out in front of him. Her body soft, and welcoming, and spread open for him. He leaned back and grabbed the foil packet from the pocket of his pants, tore it between his teeth and rolled it on as he stood. Her eyes weren’t at his, they were focused squarely on his cock.

  And they say men have a one track mind.

  Ben grinned and leaned over her, gripping her waist to move her up the bed so he could follow her, pressing his hips between her legs. Krista rocked her hips up, her hands pulling him down to kiss her as he lined himself up. She tasted herself on his mouth, he knew it, and she clearly didn’t care. He thrust forward with their lips still connected, and they both moaned loudly against each other. Ben pulled back and thrust forward again until he was completely inside her, surrounded by the hot, tight confines of her body. He moved his mouth from the kiss to drop his head next to hers, slid back and then slammed forward again. She cried out in pleasure, her nails tracking down his back, and he grit his teeth as the delicious feel of her soft body under his, her legs wrapping around his, the roll of her hips beckoning him to continue drove him forward. He grabbed for her wrists, pulling her hands away before her nails could leave marks. When he pinned them above her head she moaned louder and swung her hips to meet his, driving him deeper inside her.

  “Keep that up and this isn’t going to last long.” Ben growled it against her neck before he nipped her skin. She repeated the upward thrust of her hips and he tightened his grip on her wrists in warning.

  “Just fuck me.” Krista was all kinds of bold now that she’d had an orgasm, and twenty strokes from a crop. He liked the mouthy subs, all kinds of feisty, and reminded himself to write down that little command of hers for payback later. For now, his body really agreed with her suggestion. He let go and thrust hard inside her, and she took it, and returned it. She met him with each slam of his hips forward, her voice rising in moans and murmured pleas for him to keep going. She tugged at his grip on her wrists as she got close, her body tightening as he felt that electric tingle down his spine that meant he was going to come soon. With a shift on his next thrust, he hit a new spot inside her and she gasped. He held there, rolling his hips until she was begging, his next thrust sent her over the edge and the clenching waves deep inside her had his cock kicking as pleasure burst behind his eyes. He barked a curse as he felt that electric heat pulse down his spine, and lock him as deep inside her as he could go.

  “Holy shit, Krista…” Ben took a breath and braced his elbows on the bed so he wouldn’t collapse on top of her. With her hands free she ran them down his back, and it sent a shiver over him. A tremor ran through her and she was grinning when he leaned up to look at her.

  “That was fucking amazing.” A groan of satisfaction followed that compliment, and Ben couldn’t help but smile back like he’d won a prize. He slid from her and kissed her again, she nipped his bottom lip as he pulled back. As he sat up to tie off the condom she stretched like a cat and he took full advantage of the view.

  “I thought we could both use some stress relief after Mr. Dramatic left the building.” Ben laughed and Krista did too, and then she covered her mouth.

  “I should not be laughing at that.” She was blushing, but Ben just shrugged.

  “You really can’t take him so seriously, that’s what gives him all his power.” He lifted his eyebrows a few times and sent Krista into another quick fit of giggles.

  “I knew you were my favorite for a reason.” She sat up and looked across the room at her pile of clothes. “No way I’m going to look like I didn’t just get fucked for the rest of the day.”

  “Think of it as free advertising?” Ben suggested and she smacked his arm. Oh no, little rabbit. He grabbed the arm she’d smacked him with and yanked her over his lap. Three sharp swats across her already very red ass and she was squirming and yelling through laughter.

  “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Krista was red faced and laughing when she sat up again. “I’ve missed that, a lot.” Her voice was a little sad, and guilt racked him again that he and Saif had denied her what she needed because of some random policy they had for the other employees. The security detail, drivers, servers, bartenders.

  “Yeah, that’s my bad. We never should have pulled you from the parties. After all, Saif and I still go to them. We’ll put you back on the list for the category fours, any time you want to go.” Ben barely finished talking when Krista tackled him with a hug. He had to catch himself on the bed, but he wrapped an arm around her. The soft press of her breasts against his chest was a welcome sensation considering he still had hours of work to do before he had to drive to the location for the party tonight, a private BDSM club located in the basement of an exclusive building.

  “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Ben! I’ve wanted to ask for months and I just didn’t want to offend you guys, and this is such a great job, and it’s such great money.” She laughed, a furious blush flooding her cheeks. “And apparently the other perks of the job are pretty nice too.”

  “Ah, flattery will get you everywhere.” He smiled, easing her back so he could grab his boxers. “But, we actually do have to work the rest of the day.”

  “I know, I still have two interviews this afternoon.” She slipped off the bed to start getting dressed, the bright red lines across her skin made him smile.

  “Well, feel free to stand at your desk if you need to. While you’re doing the interviews.” He was half-dressed by the time she finished muttering curse words through her laughter.

  “Gosh, you’re so gracious. I’ll remember to tell Saif why I had to charge a clean-up for this room even though he hasn’t used it in two weeks.” Krista pulled her hair up into a bun, straightened her skirt suit, and slid into her heels and, in fact, did not look just fucked. How the hell had she pulled that off?

  “I can handle Saif, have been for years.” Ben was pretty sure he looked like more of a mess than she did.

  “Of course. I’m sure you’ll both have fun tonight.” Krista winked and stepped into Saif’s office leaving Ben to look around the room at the rumpled bed and discarded toys they were leaving. He shrugged. He wasn’t going to clean it up, and he actually did have a lot to do before the party tonight. And then he’d get to meet Saif’s girl, Tara, or Sara. Something like that.

  Whatever her name was, it would probably be an eventful evening.

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  Thalia stretched as she woke up and buried her face into the pillow trying to grab just a few more minutes of sleep before the day started.

  Wait.

  She sat bolt upright in the bed. This was not her bed. It didn't smell like her bed, it was more subtle, more masculine. She was in the center of a king-size four poster, and fear slammed into her chest despite the pleasant surroundings. It was a nice room, like a fancy hotel. Nicer than any place she'd ever stayed before.

  But she didn't want to be here at all.

  Thalia rolled off the bed fast and lunged for the curtains on the wall, but they were an illusion. There was no window.

  The room would have been pitch black except for a small night-light plugged into the wall that revealed two doors. Thalia ran over and yanked open the first one, her body arguing agai
nst the movement as she was achingly reminded of the night before.

  She was with the security guard. He had abducted her from work, but before he had taken her he had fucked her, hurt her, tormented and teased her until she –

  Thalia bit down on the urge to cry. She didn't want to remember asking, begging him to let her come, or the humiliation of touching herself in front of him.

  Her eyes focused and she was staring into a beautiful bathroom, it was as big as her bedroom at home. A large garden tub, a shower with six heads, a long vanity, and a small, enclosed toilet. How could a place so beautiful belong to someone so evil? After using the bathroom she stepped back into the main bathroom and caught herself in the mirror.

  Her light brown hair was limp and hanging past her shoulders without much of the curl she had added to it the morning before. Her hazel eyes were bloodshot and empty, and they told the same story her body did. Pain. Shame. Purple bruises ringed her wrists darkly as if they were bracelets, faint welts could be seen on the pale skin of her breasts and ass from the crop and his belt. She covered her mouth as she started to cry again.

  How could any of this be real?

  Thalia shut the light off in the bathroom to end the sight. She couldn't bear to look at the evidence of the night before. Memories slammed into her. Handcuffed in the stairwell, his hands on her, him re-cuffing her to the car and using her. The torment in the trunk, touching herself for him. The spanking.

  And coming for him.

  She didn't need the mirror to know she had flushed bright red. He had made her come, and she had, like an idiot, asked for it.

  She hated herself. She was ashamed. The loud sob surprised her when it burst out of her mouth and she wiped the tears on her cheeks as she approached the only other door.

  Reaching for the handle she mumbled, pleading with the world, the powers that be, any god that felt like listening, "Please open...".

  Of course, it didn't.

  Despite the obvious futility Thalia still grabbed the handle with both hands and tried again and again to get it to turn. Turning back to the room the panic ramped up in her chest. She was trapped. There was no way out. The air seemed thin, it was hard to get a full breath into her lungs, and she could hear it whistling in her chest.

  Flipping back to the door she slammed her fists on it, "HELP! Someone please help me! I'm trapped! Let me out! Let me OUT! Someone open the door!" She kicked it repeatedly, realizing somewhere in her mind that he had taken off her heels. He had to be out there. Somewhere in the house. "Open the fucking door you sick asshole!"

  Thalia screamed loudly, letting out the frustration and rage and fear and guilt in a long wail that strained her voice. Tears were flooding down her cheeks, all the panic and shame combining until she felt like she was coming apart at the seams.

  A loud bang on the door surprised her, and she yelped. With her hands still resting on its surface, she felt the vibration in the wood from the force of the strike.

  Thalia was shaking as she waited for something else to happen, but she heard the low murmur of a voice outside. Stepping forward cautiously she pressed her ear to the door, but it was hard to hear.

  "- at least a few weeks -"

  "- I'm not ready to share yet."

  "- they're already live and -"

  He seemed to move farther away for a moment and it was difficult to discern any specific words. Her pulse was pounding so hard in her ears she was shaking from the force of it. This was what fear felt like. A horror movie couldn't match this. This is what it was like when it was real.

  The strong snap of a lock being disengaged warned her to step back a second before the door opened. Thalia became painfully aware of her nakedness as his blue-gray eyes danced across her skin. His dark hair was perfect, and he wore a gray shirt and black pants that hung low on his hips. They reminded her of the military. Numerous pockets, black hardware. He seemed amused, the edge of his mouth lifting up before he spoke.

  "Good morning, Thalia." His voice was warm with humor. A morning person. How fucked up.

  "Let me go." Thalia demanded. Aiming for strength, she wouldn't cower from him. She wasn’t just going to placate him like she had the night before. She was going to be brave.

  His eyebrow lifted neatly as he stepped into the room, his size and his presence made her want to step back, but she didn't. He stopped just in front of her, almost close enough for his shirt to brush against her chest. "No. And did you already forget the lessons I gave you last night little whore?"

  "I am not a whore!" Thalia screamed and slapped him. The crack of her palm connecting with his cheek seemed to echo in the room.

  She immediately regretted it.

  Want more?

  ‘Security Binds Her’ will be Book 1 of the Thalia series. All three books in the series will be released in early 2015.

  Book 1 - ‘Security Binds Her’

  Book 2 - ‘Striking a Balance’

  Book 3 – ‘Salvaged by Love’

  DISCLAIMER:

  This book explores dark, mature themes and is not suitable for those who can't handle them or minors. Bondage, submission, and punishment play key roles. Read at your own discretion.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Jennifer Bene is a best-selling author of erotic fiction. Her writing has been described by readers as "dark in a way that turns you on", and she definitely takes that as a compliment! She has a terrible mouth that often gets her in trouble but comes in handy when she's writing. She loves to write strong female characters and dominant male characters in stories that take readers for a walk on the dark side.

  When she's not attached to a keyboard, she likes to read, drink wine, do yoga, binge on Netflix, and enjoy life with friends/family. She lives in Texas, and no, she doesn't own a horse or wear a cowboy hat, you'd have better luck finding her on the dance floor downtown. Seriously.

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  Books by Jennifer Bene

  Dark / BDSM Erotica:

  Security Binds Her (Thalia Book 1) (Amazon #1 Best Seller in BDSM, and Romance Erotica!)

  Striking a Balance (Thalia Book 2)

  Salvaged by Love (Thalia Book 3)

  Of Fog and Fire (Part I & II)

  Taken by the Enemy (Coming March 2016 from Blushing Books)

  Dark / Paranormal Romance:

  Fae (Daughters of Eltera Book 1)

  Tara (Daughters of Eltera Book 2) (Coming Spring 2016)

  BDSM Novellas:

  The Invitation

  The Rite

  Christmas at Purgatory (Thalia Extra #1)

  Reunited

  Anthology Appearances:

  The More The Merrier (Menage / BDSM Erotica)

  The Darker Side of Love (Dark / BDSM Erotica)

  Twist (BDSM Erotica)

  The More the Merrier 2 (Menage / BDSM Erotica)