EcstasyEntwined (6 page)

“Then earn it. Bit by bit, my sweet Lena.”

The ice in his words belied the warmth emanating from him.
Startled by his change in demeanor and the dark desires rising up within her at
his harsh command, she blinked.
Is this what he meant by obeying in the
bedroom?

“Show me how,” she said.

“Start with my cock. If I’m pleased, I’ll decide on your
reward.”

She stared at his chiseled face and strong jaw, eager to
please him as he’d pleased her.

Scooting downward on the bed, she eyed his thick, veined
erection and wet her lips.

A moment of trepidation filled her. She’d sucked a dildo,
played hard with her mouth, but having the real thing in front of her made her
hesitate. It had been so long since she’d had a man to herself.

Would he like it? Would he enjoy it? Or would she do
something wrong?

As if reading her nervousness, he tangled his fingers in her
hair and urged her forward without words. His eyes never wavered from hers and
she knew he was hers to do with as she pleased. He was hers for the taking, if
she dared. By taking control, he was in fact giving her all the control.

The realization helped shed her fears and bolster her
courage. Her face split into a smile and she heard his breath hitch. She’d earn
her reward and then some.

She moved to cup the base of his erection and marveled at
the roughness of his curls in contrast to hers. She ran a finger over his balls
and he shuddered.

He growled. “No hands.”

“Spoilsport.”

His chuckle came out strangled. “I meant to say not this
time.”

An illicit thrill coursed through her at the admission of
how affected he was. She’d make it good.

Rubbing her hands in glee, as if Santa had given her an
early Christmas present, she bent toward his cock. The single drop of pre-cum winked
at her.

She twirled her tongue around the head of his length.
Slightly salty. More, she definitely needed more.

Without her hands to help with her grip, she used her mouth
and her teeth. She held her arms behind her back, as if a submissive, his sex slave.
The dark desires blooming within her purred in satisfaction, obviously
relishing her state.

Inch by delicious inch, he slid into her mouth and hit the
back of her throat. She adjusted to the new fullness, took a deep breath and
lifted her head, allowing her teeth to lightly scrape him on one side while her
tongue glided along his length on the other. His groan pulled her focus to his
face.

His frantic gaze narrowed. “You’re a natural. Do it again.”

She tried to grin, obviously failed and went back to her
delicious task. Sucking him, tasting him, she enjoyed his hard length in her
mouth; he was as helpless as she. His rough grunt of satisfaction triggered her
senses awake. His abdomen clenched when she twirled her tongue around his tip.
His hands tightened on her hair when she took him deeper. Taking her time, she
went slow for a while, then alternated to fast. Her breasts rubbed on the
coarse hair of his thighs each time she bounced. His breathing grew harsh and
his hips bucked, thrust for thrust.

His cock swelled inside her mouth.

She unlatched her hands and trailed them below, yearning to
touch herself, to assuage her arousal. A few quick flicks might push her along
with him.

“No, dammit!” His shout stilled her, even as he pulled away
from her lips, rose in a fluid motion and caught her arms.

Confusion cut through her sensual haze. “Gregory?”

“Your pussy belongs to me.”

“I didn’t mean to—”

“I’ll have to punish you for that later. Since you’ve been a
good girl so far, I’ll give you one more chance. No more talking. You
understand me?”

Chapter Six

Her eyes widened, as if he’d shocked her. Greg tensed, his
heart thundering as he waited for her reply.

Would she comply with his demands and put up with his
dangerous passions? Or would she give him the boot? With his hunger and lust
filling his head in a dangerous combination, would he honor her words if she
asked him to get lost?

Hell. Even a few measly seconds of her silence seemed an
eternity.

“Yes.” Her voice came out a whisper.

His cock jumped at her compliance. Not waiting for him to
give a go ahead, she bent down.

In a single stroke, she devoured him to the hilt. His cock
disappeared completely inside her pretty, talented mouth and he groaned. He lay
with his head propped on his hands to watch her silent, efficient movements.
Her posture was meek and, when she looked up at him, her eyes promised him
sweet, aching retribution. He gulped.

She picked up the pace and he tried to regulate his
breathing, holding off his rushing climax. He gritted his teeth and thought
about his work for a few seconds to ease the pressure from his balls. It
worked—for about all of five seconds.

Her burgundy hair spilling around her face in a tender halo,
she looked as though she was the goddess of pleasure. She bent forward to touch
him, but took her hands away, as if remembering his previous instruction at the
last moment. Pride and joy filled him, mingling with a healthy dose of lust. He
wasn’t usually this dominant in bed, but with the bloodlust ravaging his mind,
the only way he seemed to get some relief was through Elena. The more she
obeyed, the more his darkness purred. Could he hope she’d be his salvation?

She blew on his tender head and he jerked, his mind emptying
of everything but her.

“You’re determined to make me suffer, aren’t you?”

Not this time, her dazed expression seemed to say. Remaining
thoughts scattered when her soft, wet mouth enveloped the head of his aching
cock.

He let out a groan of agony. “Do you know how freaking
gorgeous your lips are?”

His cock ached, his balls tightened. He clutched her hair,
trying to get her to slow down. She went even faster, furious. The sight of her
mouth swallowing him pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck! You’re killing me here.” He growled, trying to stave
off the inevitable. “Would you like your reward?”

He thought she nodded, but couldn’t be sure. “Use your
pretty little hands on me.”

She gave no hint of hearing him, but suddenly one hand moved
to his balls, cupping them, kneading them, while another sinuously traced his
thighs, his sides, close to his clenched ass, and she scraped her nails
lightly.
Holy hell!
He nearly jumped off the bed. Did he hear her muted
chuckle?

The sweet temptation of her mouth turned out to be too much.
He couldn’t bear it. He wouldn’t last a second more. His desire multiplied and
each breath came out a rasp.

“I’m going to come.”

He warned her in case she might not want to swallow, and if
she’d withdrawn her mouth, he might’ve just died. Instead, she cushioned his
head with her tongue, slowing down, and he mentally roared at the sensation.
When she grazed her teeth along his tense veins, he let himself go. She sucked
him harder, lapping up every drop before he could breathe, and then did the
same for every spurt wringing out of his shuddering body.

His fangs exploded from his gums and he growled with the
lust swirling in its wake. She kept up with her furious motion until his
semi-hard cock became erect again in matter of seconds.

Damn, she might just kill him with her untamed passion
goading his. “Stop.”

She lifted her gaze to his, and slowly, inch by inch, pulled
her mouth upward and let go of his cock with a pop. He almost surged up again,
not willing to leave the hot confines of her lips. A ghost of a smile played on
her face.

“If you keep this up, you’ll earn even more punishment.”

She must have realized how half-hearted his words were
because she smirked at him. The dark savage desire within him reared its head.

“I’ll show you how dangerous flirting can be. And by the
time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for more.”

Her expression, if anything, turned smug. He pulled her
close and wrapped his arms around her soft hips. She kept her head on his
chest, running maddening circles on his tight nipple with a fingertip. He
kissed the top of her head chastely when he was raving to have his turn at her,
to enjoy every inch of her delicious body.

But he needed to know her feelings first. “You’re enjoying
this aren’t you?”

“More than I realized, Gregory.”

Her words gave him pause and his heart thumped madly. A
virgin with regards to domination?

A rush of lust bombarded him again; his cock jerked, and
with trembling fingers, he traced her curves, pausing at each hollow,
discovering her whimpers, before snuggling closer.

“I’m your first?”

She understood his meaning and nodded. Her breasts crushed
against his side and he suddenly couldn’t wait.

“Stand up.”

She gnawed her lower lip, but got off the bed and stood
facing him, uncertainty rolling off her in waves. He gestured her to move and
bade her to stop at the end of the bed as he walked up behind her.

“Now, hold the frame and bend over.” The dark need consumed
his mind and his words became sharper, commanding. “Spread your legs for me,
keeping your ass up in the air.”

God, she was beautiful. Rounded butt arched high in the air,
her breasts swaying, nipples hardening as she adjusted herself. Her thighs
jiggled as he watched and his cock surged in response. Unable to prevent
himself, he took a step forward, allowing his hard length to rub against her pink
folds.

Her inner muscles flexed around him, trying to grasp, pull
him in. He let his breath out in a hiss.

“Patience is a virtue.”

She snorted. “Says the one who convinced me to have phone
sex with him.”

His temper flared. Hadn’t she enjoyed the naughty interlude
as much as he? “I didn’t hear any complaints then.”

“I’m not complaining now either.”

His anger turned into a grudging admiration for her wit.
He’d imagined her every single day, stripping her clothes, laying herself bare
to his eyes and now, with her in the exact position he’d dreamed of, his wonder
morphed into something primal, fierce.

“Smart-mouthed siren. I know a better way to put your sassy
lips to use.”

She chuckled. “Promises, promises.”

Goose bumps covered her skin while he traced her soft, plump
ass cheeks with a finger. “Is it cold?”

“No.”

He lifted his hand and gave a hard smack on her butt. She
yelped and he caressed the reddening softness. He smacked her other cheek then,
finding the pink outline of his hand as strangely satisfying as her whimper.
“My sweet Lena. Do you have some lube?”

“Yes.” She jerked her head toward the table lamp, cursing
under her breath.

“I caught that.”

“Hope you have more punishment in store for me?”

He circled the bed, shaking his head. “You sound far too cheerful
when asking me to punish you. Maybe next time I won’t be so tender.”

He saw her startled expression and let out a harsh bark of
laughter. She didn’t know how cute she was and yet how arousing, satisfying
both his normal side and his dark edge. Soon, he’d show her.

The open drawer beside the mattress and its contents drew
his eyes. And he immediately felt a moment of irrational jealousy at the purple
monster cock; in the next instant, the huge green dildo became his archenemy.

He now had to compete with those?

Elena shivered and tried to maintain her grip on the bed
frame, to keep from shaking in anticipation. The swats to her ass had been
sudden, yet exhilarating. The sting followed by his soothing touches made her
wetter than ever. And the strange glint in his eyes added fuel to the already
raging fire. She couldn’t wait.

What the heck was taking him so long? He seemed too
enthralled by her collection and Elena wondered if he’d pick one to double
penetrate her.

God, she hoped not!

None of the dildos would fit into her rear. None of them
were small enough, nor was she particularly enamored with anal sex. Her stomach
clenched, but not necessarily in anticipation. She willed the sudden panic
away, tensed and yet aroused by the confusing desires swirling through her.

“My, my. What do we have here?” He pulled out a plain brown
package, a feral grin lighting his features, his eyes apparently mesmerized by
the contents.

His unabashed enthusiasm spiked her curiosity. She racked
her brain, trying to recall what was in it and when he pulled out a pair of
fluffy handcuffs and a leather paddle, she had her answer. A trial package from
her online shop, one she’d stuffed in the bottom of the drawer in frustration
since she hadn’t had anyone to play with. And now she couldn’t wait to begin.

His gaze, edgy with arousal, settled on her, as if
contemplating whether to drive her wild or fuck her senseless. She voted for
the latter, but when he took a step toward her, she knew he’d chosen the
former.

Cuffing her hands to the bedpost with a swiftness that
matched her urgency, he positioned himself behind her and leaned in close to
her neck, nipping lightly on the soft flesh with his fangs. She shook with the
swirling sensations converging at her nape, where he laved to soothe the sting.

“It’s time for punishment.”

The sudden gruffness of his voice made her aroused all over
again. He moved away, cupped her sex and thumbed her clit. She quaked, but held
on, waiting for his thrust, for him to fuck her. He didn’t. She worried that
he’d changed his mind. She twisted her body to glance at him. His face seemed
set in granite, expressionless except for the gleaming eyes centered on her
spread legs.

“You’re soaked and more than ready.”

His words came out choked. Was he as surprised, as eager as
she was? He dipped a finger, then two, into her sex, moving them tentatively,
as if testing her all over again. She shook and bucked, wanting more. His
digits moved faster and faster, sending a spiral of pleasure rocketing through
her. Her breathing hitched and, legs taut, she prepared herself, gripping
harder on the wooden frame. A few more strokes, if he hit her clit again, she’d
shatter. Blood roared in her ears.

“Do you want to come?” he teased, withdrawing his finger.

“Yes.”

He pushed two digits back in. She grunted in mindless
pleasure.

“I say no.”

“Please.” Close, so close to a shattering orgasm, she gasped
and jerked when he pulled his hand away abruptly, leaving her hanging. “Heck!
No, Gregory!”

His breathing as heavy as hers, he leaned in, plundering her
mouth in a ravaging kiss. They broke apart, panting.

“You’re driving me wild,” he said. “But you’ll need to learn
to wait.”

She gulped back a sudden sob. “I’ve waited for years
already.”

At her soft words, his gaze hardened. He closed his eyes and
let out a soft growl.

“So have I, my love. I’m afraid I might do more harm than
good if I allow myself the sweet pleasure of your body.”

She tugged on her handcuffs, hating that she couldn’t cup
his face and assure him it was all right. “You needn’t be afraid to play rough
with me. I can handle it.” For him, anything.

“I’m afraid I can’t handle myself. Not with my hunger ready
to override my lust.”

“But—”

He shushed her with his fingers. “We’ll do it my way. If you
keep resisting me at every turn, I might use that silk ball-gag on your mouth.
Do you want to be gagged?”

“Of course not.”

“Wait like a good girl for my cock. And if you do as I say,
when you come, I’ll be with you.”

The smartass protest she wanted to deliver died in her
throat.

She wanted him inside with an intensity that terrified her.
She wanted him as lost as she when they toppled over the edge into oblivion.

She’d yearned for ages for a man to share her life with.
What were a few measly minutes? Right? She gritted her teeth.
Right?

Her core convulsed, protesting each logical argument she
forced her mind to invent. Breathless, her nerves fired up with anticipation,
she watched him.

He stepped over to the bed and picked up the bulging package
with an enigmatic smile. When he moved in behind her, she couldn’t help but
turn around; her gaze roamed over his sleek, muscled body—from the chocolate
brown of his eyes to his broad shoulders and toned abdomen to his hard cock
jutting out. Finally, her gaze settled on his hands. He held a butt-plug and a
tube of lubricant.

He pushed the tiny object into her soaked core, and she
resisted the urge to laugh out loud. His intense stare warned her not to.

“You’re dripping wet. This plug is drenched already. I
wonder if you need the lube at all.”

His soft voice made her squirm and the slide of the
anal-plug against her slick folds made her quiver in anticipation.

“Take a deep breath, Lena. Relax your muscles for me.”

His hot fingers probed, smearing the cool lubricant into her
hole. She tensed and he swatted her. Not that hard, but her ass cheek tingled
and she drenched further.

“That’s what you get for disobeying me. Now let’s try
again.”

His smooth caress on her burning ass cheek relaxed her and
opened her up. She let her breath out in a hiss while he eased the plug into
her ass. It felt full and far different than anything she’d experienced so far.
How would it be if he fucked her now?

He groaned. “You’re so freaking beautiful. I’m tempted to
use the paddle right now, ’til you scream, beg me to fuck you.”

It was on the tip of her tongue to beg him already.