Breathless: Edge Of Submission (BDSM Billionaire) (4 page)

“You said we’d talk about it,” she
protested, panicking. She could feel his hands on her body, molding
to her curves and digging into her waist as his fingers gripped
hard on her skin.

“I know,” he said huskily, tracing his
tongue along her collarbone. “But now, I can’t think. Not when I’m
alone with you this long. I have a better idea.”

“Luke, what...”

He groaned deep in his
throat, pushing harder against her till she was wedged up tighter
against the wall. “Just the way you say my name turns me on,” he
whispered, his breath teasing her flesh and making her tremble. He
lifted his head and stared deep into her eyes. “Let me kiss
you.
Show
you.
You’re here, with me. And I can make this good. Just trust
me.”

She’d only met him once before today
and he wanted her to trust him. He wanted her to give in to his
demands whatever they may be and without a thought to her own
principles. Alyssa had never fucked a stranger before. Well, not a
man she barely knew any way. Especially a man captivated by her
through her writing, all of which wasn’t even real.

For many women out there, yes, it was.
Alyssa knew that much about the lifestyle to realize that some
people actively enjoyed such elements of play in their bedrooms
with their partner of choice.

And now Lucas Edge was giving her the
opportunity to delve into his world and fulfill his fantasies – and
yes, hers. Could she bear to disappoint him by running away? Or
disappoint him anyway if she stayed and failed to meet his
standards. Which choice would be the worse blunder?

Alyssa never really got the chance to
really choose.

Her mind was still whirling when he
tipped a hand beneath her chin and angled her face up to meet his.
The next instant, he sealed his lips over hers in a kiss and
suddenly the world as she knew it became a blank page.

*

What was it about a wall and being
between a hard, hard place and an equally hard, resistless
man?

One kiss, there against the wall, his
body pressed against hers, and Alyssa was opened to a whole new
manner of being. The crush of his lips was sweet, hot and
demanding, making her pant fast and hard. His tongue was as
delightfully moist as she’d dreamed, fresh and sexy, seeking to
mate with hers. Without thinking, she coiled her tongue around his
with a willing tango and heard the deep, rumbling groan in his
chest. She loved his roving hands; grabbing her face, her neck, and
then planting on her breasts to squeeze them hard over the layers
of clothes. Her fingers found his thick, dark hair and she clutched
the locks in her fists, moaning as kiss got sloppier and
wickeder.

Nothing had ever tasted or felt as
good. To want someone like your next breath; to be immersed in
their essence and never knowing where you began and they ended. To
want to believe, and succumb, and express each wonder tingling
through your body just for them. He was so bold and hungry; one
hand sliding from her breasts to rack up the hem of her skirt and
skim up the smooth inner line of her thigh. Alyssa shuddered when
his fingertips brushed the lace-covered mound between her thighs.
Alyssa could feel the blood vessels swelling her vulva, could feel
her own folds dripping and when he cupped her there, he knew the
same thing too. She was sopping for him.

Mind and soul and body agreed with one
voice that she wanted this. Whatever it was, so long as Lucas would
lead the way, she’d follow. Whatever she needed to be to make that
happen, she’d play the part. Sexpot, submissive, she-wolf…if that
was what it would take to have this night with this man, she would
be those for him. And then, she vowed, she could go back to being
everyday Alyssa Fox. But just this once, she would give in to the
most excruciatingly powerful desire she’d ever known.

The desire to be claimed by Lucas
Edge.

Chapter Four

“Oh fuck. We need to stop, right now,”
Lucas rasped, shocking Alyssa to the marrow as he suddenly broke
them apart, peeling his lips and hands from her body. He saw her
dazed expression and he cupped her face firmly.

“This isn’t how I want it to go. Three
more minutes and I’d have been humping you up against the wall. And
it would be nothing like I’d planned. We do it right the first time
or not at all.”

Alyssa was torn. She could feel that
solid pipe of steel against her thigh; she wanted it buried deep
inside her twanging core. Her vagina walls contracted with the need
to be filled and she wished she could tell him that up against the
wall was fine with her for starters. He’d awoken the tigress in her
and she wasn’t sure how much she could stand before she shoved him
down on the floor and mounted him. She’d impale herself on his
granite-hard cock and seize her pleasure if she had to.

But no. Tonight wasn’t going to go like
that. She looked into his eyes, and knew. Something burned there
that made her pulse beat even faster than it had a minute ago. She
remembered why she was here; the role she was to play. She was to
be his to control; he wanted to have submissive sex with her and
whatever that entailed, Alyssa knew she had to be ready.

And when the time finally came; when
she’d let him lead her up the stairs, past corridor after corridor
to a playroom - and after she let him undress her and cuff her hand
and foot to the bed…When he warned her softly that once it starts
there’ll be no going back, Alyssa held his mesmerizing gaze and
gave him the answer he needed.

*

“I’m ready.”

His eyes blazed with dark flames for a
second, and Alyssa knew then and there that if she’d said no, then
he’d have instantly taken off the cuffs and ended it. Now that he’d
got his response, he nodded briefly, saying, “Good
girl.”

Alyssa bit deep into her bottom lip as
she stared at him. Was she drunk, or crazy? She was in a vulnerable
position; here with a man she’d met just twice. The only women she
knew who did things like this were in her novels. Yet here she was,
ready to indulge in bondage sex with this gorgeous
devil.

He cupped one side of her face, and
arched a brow at her. As if reading her mind, he said quietly, “I’m
not going to do anything to hurt you. But I will make you do things
for me – and you will obey without question or complaint. I will
also take what I want, how I want – but I promise, you’ll like
it.”

She hoped so, thought Alyssa. Because
it wasn’t like she was running anywhere, not with her trapped in
these under-the-bed restraints. She licked her lips nervously, and
nodded to show she understood.

“I’ll give us a safe word, but I’m sure
we won’t need it,” Lucas said with a rakish smile as his hand
rested on her belly. “However, like I said we’ll do this right.
Once it begins you can’t change your mind, Alyssa. But that doesn’t
mean I won’t stop when you use the safe word. All I really mean is
that you can’t have cold feet in the middle of this. It’s going to
be rough, hard and fast sex, and you’ll scream many times, begging
for me to do certain things to you. And I might or might not
oblige. You’ll want to cum, but I won’t let you until it suits me.
And sometimes, I’ll let you ask me for anything you like, and I’ll
see to it that it’s done. So let’s start now, shall we? What part
of this delectable body would you like me to put my mouth on
first?”

Oh lord
, Alyssa moaned inwardly, a grimace of agony crossing her face
at his words. Just like that, he’d brought the juices frothing to
the surface.

“Here, and here?” he asked softly,
first cupping her breast, then her pussy. Unable to manage any
sound other than a strangled grunt, Alyssa nodded again,
breathlessly.

“Sweet girl, you’re so beautiful I
would gladly put my mouth everywhere,” he told her, bending his
head to one breast he’d scooped in his hand. “But I’m happy to
start here and work my way down. However no matter what I do,
Alyssa, you mustn’t cum. Not without my express permission. Or you
will be disciplined. Understand?”

“Yes,” she finally croaked, and then
tossed her head back when his lips clamped over her
nipple.

Oooh, that felt so good, thought Alyssa
as he surrounded that single bud with the wet warmth of his mouth.
He sucked, pulling hard with his teeth as he lashed the aching tip
with his tongue. Alyssa’s fists clenched within their restraints,
her spine arching as she offered herself up to him. The pressure
from his nursing mouth made every nerve cell in her body twinge
with pleasure, and she cried out helplessly.

“Luke!”

His answer was to shift attention to
the other breast, both hands kneading and squeezing while he
tongued her nipple into beads of want. Desire was an overpowering
component resting heavily at the base of her belly, causing a
stream to course down her thighs.

Helpless beneath him, Alyssa writhed,
shocked with how intense it felt to be tied down this way and
unable to do more than take it all. His lips, warm and knowing,
slipped from her breasts and she whined. Keeping his hands hitched
on those tits, he kissed a moist trail down her concave stomach to
her thighs, spread unstoppably by the cuffs latched to her
ankles.

He was looking straight up
at her face when his mouth closed over her sex for the first time.
Alyssa could not hide the way her body jolted at the sensation of
his lips
there
. He
nuzzled, and plucked at her folds before his tongue found her
clitoris and flicked it roughly. Alyssa moaned and moaned; her body
half-coiled forward as much as her wrist cuffs would allow. She
watched him tease her wetness to overflowing, and it was doubly
carnal having to feel him watching her every reaction as he sucked
on her clit relentlessly.

Under a minute later, Alyssa’s eyes
suddenly crossed and her brain saw sparks of light. Her nerve
endings were throbbing for release and she knew just one more flick
of his tongue on her clit and she’d erupt.

Lucas sensed she was just about to cum
and he pulled away, his eyes warning. “No,” was all he said, but
she understood. Panting, she felt the wave recede, leaving her
dazed with lust and passion. He buried his face once more between
her legs, his hands molding sensually over her breasts. This time,
he drove his tongue in between her folds, penetrating her and
lapping droplets of her pleasure.

“Aaaaah,” came her long-drawn out moan,
her whole body shuddering. Lucas Edge had his tongue inside her,
licking and jabbing, bringing her to the point of squealing as he
made every inner fiber of her pussy throb in arousal.

“So sweet,” he groaned, pausing only
for a moment. And then he dug in again, bathing first the surface
with circular brushes of his tongue, and then from side to side,
ruffling her pussy lips, before pushing in again into her pink
lushness. Able to move her pelvis, Alyssa helplessly bucked it
against his face, desperate for all he had to give.

When had pleasure got to feel this
good? It had to be illegal for a man to have the power and skill to
make a woman see stars in her vision. One hand released the breast
it stroked and instead, joined his lips between her thighs. Pulling
out his tongue, Lucas sent a middle finger deep inside her cunt.
Alyssa let out a sound even she couldn’t define; it was a cross
between a whimper and a grunt, as ecstasy popped like a bottle cork
in her head. To her amazement, it took a mere second for that
finger to hook unto her g-spot, and he never looked away from her
as he rocked in and out of her pulpy walls, shoving deep enough to
make her gasp out loud.

His actions were both teasing and
timed; he moved with precise strokes of his finger and still used
his tongue to sweep across her pussy folds and made them sizzle
with sensitivity.

“Oh my God!” she cried, as she seesawed
over the brink again. It was coming for her, she knew; this time
she might not find it so easy to hold back…

“Not yet,” he murmured, his finger
stilling inside her as he drew his lips away. Alyssa shivered from
head to foot, her muscles tautening both inside and out. She felt
like ripping out of her cuffs; she was almost insane with arousal
from his diligent tongue, lips and fingers. Again and again he
brought her to the edge of release and then, pulled away, drawing
out her honeyed torment and fine-tuning her pleasure till it was a
sharp blade gutting into her womb.

“Mmmm,” Alyssa couldn’t help but purr
as his face pressed tightly to her pussy folds once more, lapping
at her juices and nibbling on her clit in turns. Always, it felt
like she was just there, looking over the edge; but then he kept
her from falling, leaving her balanced on a thread. It drove her
mindless with the need to cum but it also honed her senses and made
her arousal a living thing floating in the air above her like an
outer-body event.

“Luke
,” she said, his name like a plea on her tongue. Her inner
thighs were shivering and she was stretched out inside her cuffs,
muscles straining. He looked up into her eyes, saw her ache, and
shook his head.

“No,” he said finally. “Not till I say
you can.”

“Oh please. I need to. Please let me
cum,” Alyssa groaned. She couldn’t believe she was the one saying
these words; begging for release. And yet, some part of her
couldn’t help it and as his eyes gleamed up at her, she knew it
pleased him to see her so driven to the peak that she was panting
for his permission to take her pleasure from his skillful
attentions.