Fight For Her Heart: Tattooed Seduction (Rock Hard Doms) (8 page)

But
the way he flexed his hands said I'd be in for some serious
punishment if I didn't do what he asked, and
now.

My shoulders wiggled with my arms, pushing my heavy
winter coat to the floor. William stepped forward, an imposing figure
in the shadows, moving me backward step-by-step to the big brass bed
against the wall.

When I felt the mattress against the backs of my thighs,
I stopped, drawing heavy breaths.

“
There's something I need to find,” he said,
turning his back and moving into the large walk-in closet. “When
I come out, you better be naked. Don't make me tan your ass rose red,
Rosie.”

In any other situation, I would've laughed at the silly
remark. Not here. The look on his face was deadly serious. So was the
throbbing, maddening pulse between my thighs.

I sucked in my bottom lip and started working on my
blouse's buttons. I heard him rummaging deep in the closet, but
ignored it as I worked off my shirt, and then the bra.

My hands grabbed my pert breasts once and let them fall.
He hadn't gotten a real peek at these yet, and I hoped he'd be
satisfied.

I considered them my best asset – firm, round,
balanced. Best of all, ripe for plucking or plundering by one worthy
man.

Another clatter from the closet. Something clinked
beneath his heavy footsteps. My heart leaped into my throat, and I
moved against my remaining clothes in double time.

Shoes. Socks. Skirt. Panties. Hose.

I
sucked in a deep breath, pinching my legs tight together to hide the
wetness. My body sometimes made me self-conscious, but nothing like
the ridiculous urge I felt for him, the way he put me into
heat
like no one else.

My brain was conflicted. Half of me wanted to hide my
raging attraction, and the rest just wanted to scream about it from
the rafters.

Oh, I wanted this fighter. Bad. And tonight, I was
completely fucking ready for whatever he intended to do to me.

William stepped out in nothing but his boxers. He'd
thrown his clothes at the floor, freeing the big striped shoulders
and the muscular trunks of his legs.

That wet heat pooling in my center? Yeah. It got a whole
lot hotter, wetter, and hungrier.

I didn't notice the handcuffs swinging from his hands
until I heard their small chains clink. William saw that I saw, and
then he lifted them up, slinging them around on stiff fingers.

He carried two shining pairs, one in each hand.

“
These are for you tonight.” His eyes
narrowed and he came to a stop, a couple feet from my flushed, bare
body. “You trust me, don't you, Rosie?”

“
Of course.” Good. I said the words
emphatically. Without hesitation.

He smiled. “Lay back on the bed and spread your
legs. Hope you took the day off tomorrow, just like I asked.”

I nodded. I'd arranged it with my boss, coming up with
an appointment with my therapist I'd nearly forgotten as a cover
story.

And fuck! What a therapist!

I laid on his sheets, rumpling them slightly as my shy
legs parted on the bed. William stared at me, his boxers hugging the
huge horn rising between his legs. He swung the handcuffs around and
around his fingers, like an old Western gunslinger showing his
handiwork.

“
Hands up to bars above your head.” He
circled over to me while I obediently did as he asked. “Good.
Now, try not to flinch while I'm getting these into place. They can
be awfully cold. This place hasn't had its heat up all day.”

He wasn't kidding about the cold. I winced.

The cold steel wrapped around my wrists, giving each one
a wintry bite. Or was it a kiss? William circled, prowling like a
wolf, slowly inching his way onto it at the base.

The mattress sank beneath his weight. I curled my
wrists, testing the handcuffs' tension. Each pair held me in place,
not giving an inch, anchoring me to the fat brass bar overhead.

“
These sleek, smooth legs, little Rose...”
William inhaled sharply and ran his rough hands up my calves, across
my knees, over my thighs. I trembled.

“
You've got power and grace with your beauty,
baby.” He paused, giving me a few seconds to smile at the
compliment. “But right now, I just want to kiss, lick, and make
these legs shake.”

He leaned to my right thigh, planting his lips in the
center. His kiss shocked me.

And there wasn't any time to recover. William's tongue
poked out, lapping its way across my silky surface, rounding to the
side of my inner thigh and snaking toward its target.

His opposite hand caressed my other leg as he climbed
higher. He was going the slow and seductive route, damn him! My skin
broke out in warm goosebumps, tiny prickles beaming with desire.

My hips started rising and falling on their own. By the
time he was just an inch away from my steaming, gushing center, I was
dry humping the cool air, hating the handcuffs for keeping me just
beyond his reach.

Sweat prickled my skin. Ice and fire competed for
possession of my body, but they were no match for William. Handsome,
devilish, masterful William.

He turned his head and made sure he caught my eyes. We
locked our gazes. I moaned a little, drawing it out as he returned
his face to my thigh, adding one more slick, hot kiss to the steaming
plain quaking beneath him.

In a savage wink, he turned, heading north.

“
Oh!” I whimpered. “Oh, oh, please!”

Nothing felt better than his reward. William buried his
mouth against my slit, touching my lower lips to his. He caught the
sweetness rolling out of me, lapping it up like rich cream.

It nourished him, entranced him, coaxing out the beast
inside him. I didn't understand how much until his hands gripped my
well kissed thighs, pulling them apart.

He locked my helpless
legs on his shoulders, giving him all the room in the world for the
searing
pleasures he
intended to deliver.

William's tongue darted out. Starting at the bottom near
my ass, he pushed his rippling flesh through my swollen labia again
and again, hypnotically devouring the wetness.

Devouring me!

And it still wasn't enough for my greedy little clit. It
throbbed painfully beneath the lips he was painting with his wet,
masculine heat.

Each time he licked up and paused for air, he blew hot
kisses on my tiny, pulsating nub, caressing the button sure to send
me into nirvana. I started to pant, unable to hold the primal tempo
beating inside me quiet any longer.

“
William, William...William!” I called out
his name, over and over, repeating it like a mantra.

My vision started to blur as he licked me harder. His
tongue wagged, zig-zagging up and down my slit, stopping just short
of my clit. My lungs ballooned, sucking in precious air, filling me
to the point of explosion.

Fuck, if he didn't lick the dot, and soon, I'd lose my
mind. And maybe that was what he wanted.

His hands left my legs. He reached up and pinched my
nipples, adding two more precise shocks to my overtaxed body.

New nerves exploded. It was like his fingers carried a
current; an invincible, killing heat. I threw my head back and
screamed, feeling the greater heat swirling beneath my skin.

And then his tongue hit it.

My clit folded beneath his wagging, wonderful tongue. He
shortened his licks. William cut harsh, quick laps around it,
dragging it deeper between his carefully pressed teeth.

My body went nova.

Shaking. Screaming. Sweating. Coming in his mouth.

Metal snapped all around me as I went hurling into pure
ecstasy. The bed springs creaked beneath my swaying hips as he held
me down, increasing his brutal pressure on my nipples.

His
tongue wasn't just licking my clit anymore. It was
spanking
it, punishing my neediest section for being such a greedy, plush
little harlot.

If his teeth weren't there, I might've shoved my hips
into him, suffocating him in the gleeful release. Oscillating joy
pulsed through me, starting at my depths and spreading to my
extremities.

He loved like he fought in the ring too. The tiger
stampede he released in my body lifted my ass up, until his thick
hands caught me, and threw me back on the mattress.

Body slammed. Beaten and loving it.

I came and came, bathing in the tawdry light, letting my
body, mind, and soul roast in his fire as long as possible. And –
no surprise – I melted just like a well worn candle.

When I came to, he was on his knees, tenderly massaging
my breasts with both hands and kissing my neck. I wondered how I'd
missed him moving after the spasms released me.

“
There you go, baby,” he mused, bringing his
face to mine for a long, wet kiss. “Welcome back. I was afraid
I'd have to ram this inside you to bring you back to me.”

He rolled his hips. I moaned, eyes growing wide as soon
as I felt his swollen cock against my slit.

My clit reminded me it was still there. He pushed his
erection through my stray juices, coating it in slickness, carefully
moving his best part against mine.

“
Fuck!” I cursed, too blasted as his thick
head rubbed along my clit. “What now, my master?”

I wasn't sure why I called him that. I wasn't thinking –
not rationally, anyway.

Suddenly, William moved his dominant right hand away
from my breast. He reached behind my head, seizing my ponytail with
the same barbaric fury as our first time.

He
yanked it like a rope in his hands, winding loose strands tighter in
his fingers. “If you're going to use that term, say it like you
mean it. But I prefer
sir.
”

“
Sorry,
sir.
”

Sir.
It sounded like a strange purr on my tongue. It also had a nice ring
to it.

It was the only title that truly captured what he was
here, crawling all over me in his bed, without sounding stupid.

Sir. SIR.

He relaxed his tug on my hair. William's lips returned
to my neck. He kissed me with a softer, gentler heat, as if he were
silently telling me the secret words he wouldn't say out loud.

When he bowed up, his words were much harsher, dragging
sexy along with them.

“
It's been a good day for you and me both, little
Rose. All that's left is for me to grab a condom. Then I'm gonna fuck
you until your bones are groaning with your flesh.” His hand
went to my sex, running one finger across my thin landing pad of
pubic hair. “This is mine. I'm going to stretch it, suck it,
fuck it, and mark it so I'm the only one who'll ever have it again.”

A
mushroom cloud went off in my head. I
could
not
believe what he was saying.

My heart swelled along with much naughtier parts. If it
weren't for these damned handcuffs, I would've yanked him close,
nipping insatiably at his skin.

William smiled knowingly and leaned across me, reaching
toward his nightstand. I heard the drawer open. My pulse quickened.

“
Wait!” I panted heavily underneath him,
catching his eyes. “Leave it. I don't want your condom.”

He fell back and steadied himself on the bed over me.
His gaze searched mine, probing me for understanding.

“
We did it bare before, and I wouldn't trade that
for anything. Why change what feels so wonderful? I want you deep,
and this time I want you to come inside me.”

“
Do you know what you're asking?” He
growled, running one hand across my thigh.

My
legs lifted, wrapped around his, and caressed the soft hairs on his
calves. “Of course. You said you wanted to mark me like no one
else. Fuck me hard, sir. Fuck me like nobody else ever will. Fuck me
until your seed is buried deep inside me.
Please!
”

I didn't really expect to get my way begging. But the
harsh, shadowy words in my throat sounded painfully sexy, even to me.

William filled his lungs one last time and settled his
hips. He spiked forward, sending his throbbing cock into me, a pillar
of muscle primed for fucking.

His
friction kindled an instant fire. I curled my wrists against the
handcuffs, pushing my breasts into his hands, inviting him deeper,
deeper,
deeper.

I summoned all my seductive energies. If he pulled out
and wasted his seed on my chest again, I wouldn't be happy.