by Stone, Piper
He slipped his hand to my hair, yanking out the simple tie holding my long strands in place. “You should always wear your hair down.” The intensity of the sensations erupted from deep inside from his simple gesture of entwining his fingers around and around, finally tugging until my head was pulled back, exposing my neck.
I was breathless with wonder, my body swaying even in his firm grip.
He continued his path, sliding his tongue along the side of my neck, biting gently on my pulse of life. I shuddered, the sound strangled and knew I’d fall if he wasn’t holding me. How could such a dangerous man seem so romantic if only for a few moments in time, allowing me to see yet another side of him?
“I will lick every inch of you before I slide my cock deep inside,” he whispered then nipped my earlobe. “Then you will be mine.”
The words created a rush, my pulse increasing.
“Do you long to have my tongue buried deep in your sweet little pussy, lapping every drop of your cream?”
“Yes.” The admittance came easily, another betrayal. Another moment of weakness.
His chuckle was dark but so inviting, every muscle in my body tense from anticipation. “Do you crave my cock?”
“Oh... Yes.”
“Then you shall have what you desire.” He brushed his mouth over mine, using his tongue to part my lips, holding his position for several seconds.
I arched my back, encouraging, ready to beg him for more. My system took over, the raging thirst I had consuming every mental faculty until I was wet all over, my pussy quivering. He crushed his mouth over mine, taking his time before sliding his tongue inside. There was no question about his absolute domination or the fact he could have me in any and every manner.
I became the prize.
I became his obsession.
And for a few minutes in time, I decided to let go.
The kiss was more passionate than any I’d experienced, his mouth consuming mine, his tongue taking full control. I no longer felt my legs, goosebumps prickling every inch of skin. The humming buzz of the shared electricity increased, threatening to explode all around us. He was demanding in every action, brutal in every manner.
I was no longer the girl who believed in finding a hero, just a woman who accepted who and what she’d been turned into. It was as if he could see right through me, peeling away all the layers I’d fashioned around me for years, picking apart the pieces.
I no longer knew myself or how I could surrender this easily. I should fight him, screaming for help or running away but the draw was too significant.
He broke the kiss, still remaining close as he shifted his hands to my shoulders. Using just his index fingers, he slid the material of my dress down my arms, growling with every inch.
I whimpered, my body trembling when the simple frock slipped past my breasts, exposing my hardened nipples. This was so wrong. This was terrible.
This was... incredible.
His gaze was ravenous, his nostrils flaring as he studied my swollen aureoles and I could swear his mouth was watering. He traced his fingers down the length of my arms, dragging them all the way down to the tips of my painted nails before shifting to my hips. He followed the trail of my dress as gravity took over, taking it to the surface.
He took several deep breaths, his eye moving ever so slowly back to my face as I kicked out of the unwanted material. “Are you wet for me?”
“Yes.”
“Hmmm...” A slight curl appeared at the corner of his mouth as he flexed his hand open, placing it on my tummy then sliding his fingers down to my lace-covered mound.
I was thrown into a moment of bliss, forced to grip his arms as he fingered my pussy through the thong, his thumb wiggling against my clit. I realized that only after I spread my legs wide open, allowing him complete access. Stars floated in front of my eyes as his fingers kneaded, moving up and down, his thumb swirling in lazy circles.
The sensations were like rocket fuel, pitching me closer to him. “Oh, oh, oh...”
He chuckled darkly once again, his breath cascading across my face and shoulders. “You are wet. I can’t wait to bury my face between your legs, giving you climax after climax. But only if you’re a very good girl.”
His dominant words were yet another reminder of his absolute power over me. I swallowed as he rubbed up and down, driving the thin material between my swollen folds. I realized I was bucking my hips, moving with his actions, my breath shallow.
Everything around us seemed absolutely silent, as if there was no one else in the world. I was lost to the sensations, amazed how close I was to coming. No man had ever brought me this close with only his hand.
His actions became more brutal, driving his fingers just past my folds. I heard the slight rip as the lace gave way then heard the frustration in his voice. After he issued a single growl, I felt a hard pull, realizing he’d yanked away the hindrance with ease.
I watched in fascination as the thin slip of lace billowed over the edge of the balcony. No longer needed. No longer an issue. I was standing naked on the balcony of a pristine hotel where others could possibly see us with a man I didn’t know.
And one I couldn’t trust.
Oh, God.
He tilted his head, watching my reaction as he pressed his hand between my legs once again, using just his index finger and thumb on his other hand to massage my nipple. “It will be my pleasure showing you exactly what a man can do.” With that, he pinched my aching bud, twisting and pulling roughly.
The pain was instantaneous, sending a shower of anguish shooting throughout my body. “Oh. Oh!” My nails dug into him, my breath skipping. Then he slipped two fingers deep inside, pumping in an effortless manner. The man was going to make me climax within seconds. I rocked on my toes, trying to get closer, my needs unlike anything I’d ever felt.
“When you’re with me you will feel rapture as well as anguish. Only you can unlock the key as to which you’ll receive. Punishment is necessary and will be administered without hesitation.”
The words were thrilling in a manner I hadn’t expected. I nodded as if surrendering to him, as if I was giving him all of me. I took several deep breaths, moving closer to ecstasy.
“Do you understand me, Valencia?”
“Yes.”
The hard twist on my nipple was some kind of reminder. “You will respond with respect,” he whispered hoarsely.
What the hell was he asking? I licked my dry lips, daring to look him in the eyes. He seemed in even more control, his pupils dilated.
“Yes. Sir.”
A simple smile was my first reward. Another burst of hard thrusting deep inside my pussy the second. I wasn’t certain I could remain standing, forced to loll my head against his shoulder as the mixture of pain and pleasure became a wildfire of need.
When he pulled his hand free, leaving me just on the verge, my whimper was nothing but a garbled howl. “Please.”
“Please?” he asked, slowly sliding his fingers past his lips.
The moment was pure sin, the kind of wickedness that should drive us both straight into hell. “Please, sir?”
Miguel sucked for a full minute, taking his time to lick every drop of cream off his fingers. When he seemed satisfied, he rolled the same fingers across my nipple and took a deep breath. “What do you want?”
“I want...” I was so ashamed, darting glances over my shoulder.
“Tell me or this will end. Right here. Right now.”
“I want you to...” I hesitated again and my punishment was a hard smack on my already aching bottom. I bit back a yelp, trying desperately to control the emotions that were all over the place. “Please lick me. Sir.”
“Mmmm... Much better. You can learn to be obedient.” He raked his hand through his hair before gripping my hips and yanking me closer to the small table. He lifted one of the champagne glasses, taking a sip then dropping his head.
I wrapped my arm around his neck, drawing him in closer. This time, I
was the one who planted my lips against his, using my tongue to open his mouth. As the cool liquid flowed inside, the swirl of bubbles creating an entirely different set of dazzling sensations, I could feel my body melting, heat exploding.
I wasn’t even aware that he’d eased the glasses onto the balcony or that he’d positioned himself on the short table. Until I felt the first drag of the tip of his tongue across my clit.
Until my knees almost buckled.
Until my world was turned upside down.
Gasping, I dropped my head, watching as he planted his mouth directly on my clit, his tongue swirling in lazy circles.
He gripped my bottom, his fingers digging in, forcing my hips to jut forward.
I threw my head back, my mouth opening wide, staring at the beautiful stars as the man feasted. I was so wet, so damn hot and all I could think about was just how embarrassed I should be. I could no longer tell, the electricity on overload. I could tell my body was rocking and I clung to him, trying to stay in place, trying to be a good little girl.
The thought was riveting, tossing my rational mind into various dark places. I actually wanted to please him, never to see disappointment in his eyes. Whether or not I wanted to be horrified didn’t matter. He was far too powerful in his actions, keeping me on the very edge of raw bliss.
He rolled his fingers down my thigh, lifting and planting my foot on one of the rungs of the railing. The growl he emitted was nothing short of a beast, a hunter securing his prey. I could only close my eyes, taking short breaths as he licked up and down my pussy, darting past my swollen folds.
Lapping my cream.
The moan I emitted was almost inaudible, my heart racing to the point I could hear echoes shooting in my ears. The barbaric sounds he made as he ate me were incredible, animalistic, and exciting.
“Oh. I...” I tipped my head back, laughing softly as he buried his face, driving his tongue all the way inside. My legs were shaking and I was no longer able to feel my toes. Everything around me was spinning, vibrant lights flashing in my field of vision. This was crazy.
Delicious.
Decadent.
A climax was ready to sweep over me. I could no longer breathe, had no idea of the world around me.
And all I could think about was I’d been a very good girl, perfect in fact.
When he pulled back, brushing his lips across my inner thigh, I shook uncontrollably. “Please, let me come.”
I could feel his hot breath before his thrust several fingers inside, pumping in a manic fashion, harder and faster with each plunge.
He remained silent and I sensed him watching my every move, a true predator in action. As he shifted his other hand around my hip, his fingers moving up and down the crack of my ass, I tensed. Another moan slipped past my lips, a moment of fear crawling into my system.
“Every hole belongs to me. You will not fight or say no. You will never argue or be disobedient.” Another round of commanding words.
“Yes, sir.” The words almost came far too easily this time, chilling in every manner. I was forced to relax as a single finger was pushed to my puckered hole. No man had ever violated me in such a private place. No man had ever fucked me in the ass. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
There was no stopping him, his thumb sliding just inside. There was no pain at first, just incredible sensations but as he pushed, I threw my head back and moaned.
He licked around and around my clit before sucking on the tender tissue, his fingers pumping inside my pussy and his thumb taking my virgin asshole. I was in la-la land, the roar of ecstasy shooting into every synapse and cell.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh!” There was no holding back. If he wanted me to ask permission, there was no fucking way. The climax jetted up from my toes, shattering my last resolve.
The beast from deep inside was on fire, his tongue and fingers working furiously, lapping every drop as a single orgasm moved into several, all in a resounding and mind-bending wave. This was absolute paradise.
I had no idea how long he held me, keeping me aloft as the breeze tickled my skin.
The light caress of his fingers slowly moving up from my thighs to my hips was invigorating and as he stood, I could read his thoughts.
Taking.
Using.
Fucking.
I took two steps away, hungering to see his reaction. He smiled wryly, lifting a single eyebrow. I took three more, my eyes darting back and forth across his face. He was nothing more than a carnivorous animal, his chest rising and falling. He watched me intently, his dark eyes fading into the shadows.
“You think you can get away from me, Valencia?”
His words were laced with a hint of evil, his dark side returning.
I took another step, my foot crossing the threshold. There was no teasing the man. With two long strides, he was on me, his hand wrapping around my throat. The squeeze was enough to put me on edge, but the anticipation of what he was going to do was even more overwhelming.
He shifted his head back and forth, taking a deep whiff. “While I may own you for only one night, there will come a time that I won’t be able to let you go. We are connected, you and I. Never forget. You belong to me.”
For some reason, I knew he’d make good on his promise. There would be a time in my life I’d see him again.
I only hoped I’d be in the position and mindset to resist.
This time, he backed me into the room, finally lifting me off my feet, his arm positioned under my buttocks. He walked through the main room and into the expansive bedroom. There were no candles lit or flower petals strewn across the bed, no offering of romance.
There was a gun positioned on the dresser, easy to grab if necessary. I wanted to ask him about his life, to understand more about him, but there was no reason to. This wasn’t some great entrance into a relationship and the man would never meet my father’s expectations. This was just one night.
When he eased me to my feet, I could tell he was waiting for some kind of reaction, perhaps as if I was ready to claw out his eyes.
Or worse.
I took a step away, feeling even more naked than before, his heated gaze boring right through me. My fingers shaking, I tugged on the hem of his shirt before unbuttoning the remaining few. Even though the electricity continued to spark between us, my hands were icy cold and the moment I slid the material off his shoulders, he took a ragged breath.
Almost instantly my hands were on fire from the slightest touch. I brushed them down his chiseled arms, marveling in his toned abs and slender waist. Every part of his body seemed perfect, as if he refused the lack of control in any aspect of his life. He seemed surprised that I took my time rubbing my fingers across his chest, trailing them down to his stomach, even swirling the tip of my finger around his bellybutton.
His breathing remained ragged as I unbuckled his belt, allowing my fingers to stroke the leather in remembrance. Every part of me was quivering, the breath caught in my throat. When I was able to peel away the edges of his pants, he allowed a single husky sound to push past his lips.
I slowly dropped to my knees, tugging on the material, marveling in his muscular thighs. As I removed his shoes, finally able to rid him of the rest of his clothing, only then did he utter a few words.
“Such an incredible find.”
As if I were indeed just a prize, a toy positioned on a shelf.
He wasted no time, pushing me down onto the bed then crawling over me, forcing me to lift my legs until they were wrapped around his waist. He was just as rock hard as before, his cock standing at full attention.
Unable to resist, I eased my hand between his legs, rolling his balls between my fingers. They were so swollen, so filled with need. I slid my finger along the underside of his cock, marveling in the way his shaft throbbed in my hand. When I twisted my fingers around the base, he shuddered visibly, his breath even more ragged than before.
“Be careful what you ask for, princess.”
; “I’m not asking,” I whispered.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He seemed pensive, his eyes glassy as he hovered over me. As he finally lowered down, his cock slipping easily inside, I couldn’t help but moan.
All the reasons I wanted to destroy him seemed to fade away as he pumped in a slow and easy rhythm. I wrapped my feet together, moving with him as his cock filled me, spreading me wide open. The way he was staring at me, his expression one of absolute domination evoked so many deep-seated emotions, sending a series of chills down my spine.
I knew he was cold-hearted, that I meant nothing to him. This was the way of mafia men, no matter the circumstances or the country. Women were merely precious objects.
He thrust harder and faster, every plunge more brutal than the one before and I arched my back in an effort to meet them.
I tossed my head back and forth, unable to stop the moans. I was drifting into another moment of ecstasy, allowing him to take over.
He wasn’t finished yet and within seconds, he rolled me onto my stomach, straddling me once again, my legs only partially open. “You are so beautiful, sweet princess, a woman to be reckoned with. Un delicioso regalo.”
“Mmm...”
“My delicious gift.” He whispered the words a second time, using a single finger to zigzag a line all the way down my back. He slipped his cock back into my pussy, his hard thrust rocking me forward.
I clamped my fists around the comforter, trying to catch my breath as a wave of vibrantly colored stars floated in front of my eyes. When he pulled out only seconds later, dragging me to the end of the bed, I whimpered. I knew exactly what he was going to do.
The two hard smacks across my bottom left me tingling all over, the heat resurfacing all over again. As he pressed one hand against the small of my back and leaned over, his breathless whisper was almost unrecognizable.
“Now I fuck you in the ass.”
I could feel my body tensing, my heart racing. When he pulled apart my ass cheeks, sliding the tip of his slickened cock up and down, I couldn’t fight the fear rising to the surface. I moaned into the material, beating my fist against the bed, my toes curling from the thought alone.
