Jaid Black (21 page)

“I want you to own me,” she panted out. “You and only you.”

Silence.

“I hope this isn’t a game you’re playing, sweetheart,” Thomas growled as he lifted his shirt up and over his head. She wet her lips as the T-shirt was flung to the ground, revealing a chest that was as heavy with muscle and athletic definition as she’d known it would be. The perfect amount of black hair sprinkled his tanned chest, narrowing into a thin line that disappeared into his jeans. “Because I’ve never been more serious in my life.”

She said nothing as she stared at him, her anticipation of seeing his cock apparent. He lifted one eyebrow as he unzipped his jeans, stepping out of his trousers and boxers at the same time.

Nikki blew out a breath as Thomas stood before her in his naked, erect glory. His penis was, just as she’d hoped, as big and imposing as the rest of him was. It stood swollen and stiff against his belly, a large vein running from root to head.

“Kiss him,” Thomas murmured. He threaded his fingers through her hair and wound a few long tresses around his hand. “I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock, Nikki.”

She was so worked up she would have reached for him without prompting. That he’d commanded her to do as much in the tone that guaranteed her arousal only added fuel to the flames already burning inside of her.

Nikki wrapped her hand around his stiff penis and took it into her mouth without ceremony. The sound of his breath catching made her that much more determined to pleasure him as thoroughly as he’d just pleasured her. She moaned from around his cock, letting him know how much she enjoyed sucking on him.

“Shit,” Thomas muttered, letting her hair fall to cascade down her back. He palmed either side of her face, his stomach muscles clenching as she repeatedly deep-throated him, taking him in as far as humanly possible and then some. “Faster,” he gritted out.

She went faster. Nikki sucked on him hard, taking him in deeper, making him hiss. The sound of lips meeting stiff flesh permeated the small living room, her head ruthlessly bobbing back and forth, as she sucked him off. He moaned as she deep-throated his cock, the guttural sound the headiest she’d ever heard.

She kept up the brisk pace for two solid minutes, determined to make him come. The sound of his moans soon overtook the sound of her lips sucking on the flesh that had been dampened from her mouth. His muscles tensed, his breathing grew labored, and she knew he was about to burst.

But just when he neared the point of climax, that precipice nobody can stop from falling over once reached, Thomas pulled back. He forced his cock from her mouth with a popping sound, his breathing as ragged as hers.

“The first time I come in you,” he said hoarsely, bodily pulling her up to her feet, “won’t be in your mouth.” His dark gaze raked over her swollen lips, swept across her features, as his fingers possessively sifted through her pubic hair. “It’ll be in
my
pussy,” he growled.

There went her heart again, beating like a rock in her chest. Nikki was given no time to respond to his announcement, for the next thing she knew, her hand was in Thomas’s as he quickly led her into the bedroom he’d been using since they had arrived. Once inside, he wasted no time.

“Lay on the bed and spread your legs wide open,” he ordered as he strode to the other side of the bedroom. “I’ll be there in a second.”

Her forehead wrinkled, wondering what he was up to, but she went to the bed anyway and did as instructed. She climbed up on top of it, lying down on her back, her breasts thrust upward and her thighs spread wide apart. Not even five seconds later, she heard the telltale sound of handcuffs being opened up. Her eyes rounded a bit as Thomas turned around and began walking toward where she lay, her suspicion of his intentions confirmed by the gleaming metal in his hands and the fierce erection standing against his belly.

Oh boy, Nikki thought, blowing out a breath. Here it comes. The realization of her most secret, fevered fantasy. She wet her lips, both nervous and turned on.

The anticipation of what was to come was even more arousing than in her fantasies. Because this was Thomas Cavanah. A man she could trust, a man she wasn’t afraid to surrender her body to . . .

A man whose handcuffs were real.

She swallowed a bit roughly as she watched him approach the bed, his dark eyes blazing and narrowed. He didn’t speak a word as he clasped first one wrist and then the other before stretching her arms over her head. Using what looked to be a necktie, he wound the piece of material around the chain of the handcuffs, looped the other end through a hole in the carved, oak headboard, and made a tight knot. His biceps bulged with the effort, letting Nikki know there was no escape from the impenetrable knot.

Only then did Thomas join her on the bed. She could see how defined and muscled his buttocks were in profile as he made his way to the center of the bed before coming up on his knees between her splayed thighs. He took his sweet time looking his fill at her naked body, his dark eyes penetrating every last inch.

“My pussy is very pretty,” he drawled, his voice even gravellier than usual. “I bet it’ll feel even better than it looks.”

Nikki instinctively wet her lips, praying he’d test the theory quickly.

His callused hands cupped her breasts, causing her to shiver. His thumbs played with the thin gold hoops encircling her nipples, tugging at them just enough to force a moan out of her. He plucked at her nipples then, plumping them up until they stabbed into the air and she was gasping with arousal. He lowered his head, sucking on each one a minute or so, until her body was worked up into a tightly strung, fevered pitch.

She could do nothing but lie there and take it, unable to move, unable to resist. The inability to wiggle away or force his lips from off of her swollen nipples somehow made the arousal more pronounced. Within moments Nikki was groaning, her breathing labored as she watched Thomas lick and suck on her nipples. By the time he raised his dark head from her breasts, she was already close to another orgasm.

“You’re being a very good little girl,” Thomas murmured, his voice thick, as he once again took to his knees. “Keep it up and Daddy’ll give you a big treat.”

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He was using words straight from her fantasies to work her up and was succeeding admirably. Yet somehow she realized this was more than a sex game to him. He enjoyed the power exchange, took immense masculine satisfaction in her sexual submission. That only made the situation all the more pleasurable. They weren’t two actors playing roles, but a man and a woman doing what came naturally to their individual selves.

Thomas straddled Nikki’s face, his powerful, muscled thighs settling at either side of her head. “Open up,” he said hoarsely. “Show Master how good his little girl can be.”

Her lips immediately parted. They both groaned as he pressed his way into her warm, wet mouth.

“Take him all the way in,” he murmured, his hips thrusting back and forth at a leisurely pace. “That’s it,” he ground out, the head of his cock touching the back of her throat. “Just like that.”

Nikki moaned from around his stiff cock. Thomas picked up the pace, plunging in and out of her pliant mouth in faster strokes. She could hear his breathing growing labored, could feel his muscles tensing around her.

And then, just like before, he stopped. Thomas plucked his erection out from between her suctioning lips, the sound again a popping noise.

“Daddy loves how you suck his cock,” he rasped, “but now it’s my turn. I want to taste my sweet, juicy pussy.”

The words made her belly knot. The sight of his dark head disappearing between her splayed thighs made the knot coil tightly.

“Mmmm,”
Thomas murmured, his mouth making slurping sounds as he sucked on her hole. “You taste so damn good, baby.” He swirled his tongue around the opening again before clamping his lips around her clit and sucking it into his mouth. “Mmmm,” he purred from around her clit as her hips instinctively bucked up.
“Mmmmmmm.”

“Oh, god,”
Nikki groaned.

Her, eyes closed and her head fell back on the pillows as he sucked harder. Her legs began to tremble as the knot in her belly threatened to break loose. His fingers dug into the padding of her thighs as he sucked harder and faster and—

“Ohhhh, god!”
Nikki screamed, her legs shaking as violently as the orgasm that ripped through her.
“Oh, yes
—
oh, god!”

Thomas made a small growling sound as he lapped at her juices, his tongue frenziedly licking her all up. “Please,” Nikki gasped, her eyes opening, “I can’t wait any longer.”

His jaw was tight and his breathing heavy as his face slowly surfaced from between her legs. “Neither can I,” he murmured.

Settling himself between Nikki’s outstretched thighs, Thomas came down on top of her. His nostrils were flaring as his dark gaze clashed with hers and he palmed her breasts. “I need to know how my pussy feels.”

She wet her dry lips.

Poising the tip of his erection at the entrance to her aroused flesh, Thomas groaned as he sank into her, his teeth gritting as he seated himself to the hilt. Nikki moaned, her head falling back and her neck bared to him as he mounted her.

With her arms stretched above her head as he slowly plunged in and out of her, she could only lie there and take it. Every hard inch of him possessed her body as her breasts jiggled with each thrust.

“Oh god,” she breathed out, her eyes closing in pleasure. “Oh yes.”

“
My
pussy feels so good,” he rasped, picking up the pace of their mating. He slammed into her harder, his hands clamped around her breasts in the way her flesh was clamped around his stiff cock. He growled low in his throat as he took her, thrusting deeper and faster into her wet, suctioning depths.

“Thomas,”
Nikki groaned, her voice guttural. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the bedroom, competing only with the sound of the bed squeaking and Thomas growling.

He rotated his hips and sank fully into her again, then pistoned back and forth in lightning-quick movements that made her moans come louder and last longer. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he took her, her mind in a place beyond ecstasy as he rode her body hard in a series of intense thrusts. His nostrils were flared, his jaw tense.

He took her harder, plunging in and out of her pussy, over and over, again and again and again.
“Mine,”
he rasped. “
My
woman.
My
cunt.”

“I’m coming,”
Nikki cried out, her nipples so stiff they ached. A second and far more intense knot of pleasure coiled in her belly, again threatening to break. The friction against her clit as he repeatedly plunged into her was her undoing. She threw her hips back at him while she moaned, her breasts jiggling.

“Do it, baby,” Thomas hoarsely encouraged her. He rode her body without mercy, pounding away inside of her. “Come for me.”

“Thomas,” she gasped.
“Oh god.”

Nikki came long and loudly, moaning as her orgasm ripped through her insides. Blood rushed to her face to heat it, and to her nipples making them stab up against his palms.

“Good girl,” he gritted out, sinking in and out of her flesh in deep, hard strokes. “My god, you feel so damn good.”

The intense expression on his face told her he wanted to ride her all night long and then some, but realized that he could only stave off his inevitable climax for so long. Thomas took her impossibly faster, his eyes squeezing shut as if to savor the feel of her pussy convulsing around him, milking his cock for release.

“I’m coming,” he rasped out, his hands firmly clamped around her breasts. He stroked into her harder—faster—deeper—once, twice, three times more . . . .

“Nikki,”
he growled, slamming into her body a final time.

His jaw was clenched, his breathing heavy, as he shuddered on top of her. He groaned as he spurted his cum deep inside of her, his hands instinctively squeezing her breasts.

Thomas collapsed almost immediately, his breathing ragged. With a tired groan, he came down a bit on the bed, then buried his face between her breasts and rested his head there.

Nikki reached out to touch him, to hold him, recalling the handcuffs only when she wasn’t able to. She thought to remind him of them so he would release her, but decided against it, not quite ready to give up the languorous, sensual feeling of being submissively splayed out for the pleasure of the dominant male she craved.

A few minutes later, after both of their heart rates had calmed down, Thomas raised his head from her breasts high enough to suck on her nipples. Apparently, she thought as arousal knotted in her belly once more, the dominant male wasn’t quite ready to give up the submissive state in which he held her captive, either. Good.

His dark head rose from her breasts as he intimately settled himself between her thighs. “I won’t be done with this pussy of mine for a long time,” Thomas drawled. Nikki wet her lips, her gaze meeting his. “In fact,” he said thickly, sinking into her on a groan, “it’ll be tomorrow morning before Daddy’ll give his sexy little girl a rest.”

She wondered if that was supposed to be a threat. If so, Nikki thought, amused, it was a weak one.

Chapter 20

Wednesday, July 23 10:40 A.M.

Priscilla Harrington-Barnsworth would have been
embarrassed to admit her online activities to anyone of her acquaintance. But then, most people of her acquaintance didn’t realize she fantasized about the sorts of situations and happenings that she did. Cilla expected that her fantasies would remain behind lock and key forever, for she couldn’t chance the public being made privy to her sex life.

Cilla was, after all, a Harrington. If her family hadn’t been passengers on the original Mayflower, well, they’d certainly been on the second or third boat to dock at America’s shores.