Authors: Ella Dominguez
From Tempered by Fire: Angel Bound, #1
Tati’s
words were more than Sebastian had anticipated. He had readied himself for a fight of wills that he had dreaded would last days, weeks, maybe even months. But it turned out she was more willing than he had hoped. As they sat in silence staring at each other, there was an unspoken commitment between them. More than the human institution of marriage, their actions and Tati’s belonging to him were words spoken from her soul; undying words meant only for him. The words touched him to his core and he vowed to himself that he would protect their bond at any cost, regardless of the hellfire consequences.
He flung Tatiana onto her back and ripped the silken gown from her body. She yelped at his sudden animalistic behavior but then giggled deviously as she clawed his chest and his back as he lay on top of her. The pain she was inflicting on him was a new sensation and he welcomed it. He moaned loudly and then howled like an underworld creature as she bit into his neck savagely. He immediately pushed himself into her, his massive muscular thighs like jackhammers fucking her hard and fast.
Tatiana screamed his name at his forcefulness.
Then he quickly pulled out of her, flipped her onto her stomach and began to bite her neck and back. “I want all of you.” He whispered into her ear. He leaned down onto her bottom and began to lick her ass, slipping his tongue rhythmically in and out of her tight canal.
Tatiana moaned out her delight, “Oh my God, Sebastian…”
It was more than ironic to hear those words coming from her considering what they were doing and where they were at, but he took pleasure in hearing the words.
Yes, I am her God now
, he thought.
He stopped licking her and gently slipped in a finger, then two inside of her, feeling her tightness and quivering.
Tatiana sat up on her elbows and cranked her head around, trying to get a look at Sebastian. When their eyes met, she told him, “Take me; all of me; NOW.” Her eyes were on fire and there was no question in Sebastian’s mind anymore as to what she had become.
He removed his fingers and then slid his shaft inside of her and Tatiana instinctively began to meet his thrusts.
Her body was already physically changing to accommodate his length and he could feel it. Her tight forbidden hole was sucking and pulling at him like a puckered little mouth and Sebastian knew he couldn’t hold out for long.
He howled again; this time out of sheer joy at what he had created; his own personal
Namaah. He suddenly felt the need to punish Tatiana, but not because she had done anything wrong. Quite to the contrary, she was being perfectly obedient. He felt the need to punish her because he
could
; because he wanted to; because he knew she would like it.
He pushed down onto her shoulder blades so that she was no longer looking at him and pulled her hair, yanking her head back. Tatiana groaned loudly as he pushed deeper inside her and punished her ass. Then he pulled her up by her hips onto her knees. He brought his hand down hard onto her ass cheek and watched with satisfaction as it turned a magnificent shade of red. To his utter joy, Tatiana did not resist him, she only screamed out her agreement to his treatment. “More, Master. Please, more!” She yelped into the air.
So he gave her more. Again and again he slapped her ass, taking turns on each cheek. Then he reached his hand underneath of her and began to finger her clit. It was the thing that sent her over the edge and Sebastian took pleasure in watching his Namaah come undone. She shrieked loudly again and howled the same way he had, and he felt her release against his hand. He didn’t want any of her precious liquid gift to go to waste so he quickly flipped her onto her back again and licked her clean.
After he was done finishing her off, he grabbed her by her neck, pulled her up and filled her mouth with his cock. Tatiana grabbed Sebastian by his hips and began the sweet torture of sucking him off.
He pushed down on her head, loving the wet gagging sounds coming from her. When she looked up at him, her heated blue eyes were all that he needed to completely unravel him. He grunted something unintelligible and thrashed his head back as he released into the back of her throat.
When he was done, he looked down at Tatiana and told her, “Now say ‘
thank you, Master’
.”
Completely out of breath and still drooling from Sebastian’s
come, she complied. “Thank you, Master,” she whispered seductively with a devilish smile on her face.
From Grace Street
“Victor,
please,
” Elsa begged.
“There’s
no need to beg for it, Peach,” he purred against her neck.
Victor’s body shifted and she could hear the zipper of his pants and
the jingle of the belt. Suddenly her apprehension turned to something she didn’t expect – excitement. He was really going to fuck her in this alley and the knowledge left her both thrilled and frightened.
Her stomach clenched when she felt his mouth on her bottom, his tongue seeking gratification. She pressed her palms against the cold stone and instinctively pushed her rear-end out to him, wanting his tongue inside of her.
“That’s it, give into me…” he moaned out as he licked the crack of her ass and briefly dipped his tongue into her anus.
This
…Yes, this delicious thing he was doing… Elsa mewled with delight with each thrust of his tongue into that forbidden place. It had been so long since she felt the pleasure of this sinful thing. She accepted his mouth and drowned out the sounds of people walking by only feet away and focused on the wet, sucking sounds coming from his mouth on her ass. It was only the two of them she repeated over and over. She had to convince herself of it or else she couldn’t go through with Victor’s game plan.
Abruptly standing up, she felt Victor’s wet fingers poke into her rectum - first one, then two inserted gently. His movements stilled when she contracted down onto his digits and he waited until she
relaxed. Slowly, centimeter-by-centimeter, he worked them in and out of her as his mouth descended once more on her neck.
He began to suck and gnaw so fiercely, it was all she could do not to scream. The exquisite pain was so overwhelming, but felt so damned good. As she eased into his rhythm, the head of his warm shaft was felt near her ass. Steadily, he pushed in.
“God damn, Elsa…” he murmured.
God damn was right.
No one existed in that moment; it was just the two of them fucking in the shadows of that dingy, smelly alley. With each penetration, he pushed deeper until she felt his balls hit her pussy.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, Victor drew her to him and buried his face in her hair which was now damp with sweat and hiding her eyes.
“The next breath you take, you’ll be screaming for me to allow you to come. I may or may not give you my consent. It all depends on how freely you let those beautiful tears of yours flow. So if you want to come… cry for me, Elsa.”
Nothing about this man was sublime. He was intense, irrational, passionate and uncompromising, and Elsa couldn’t get enough. Snaking his hand from her belly down to her pussy, he thrust his two middle fingers into her as he continued to pump into her ass unrelentingly. He tugged at her vagina’s inner wall making her bite her lip so hard, she tasted her own blood. He wanted her tears…
but why
? What was it about her tears that aroused him?
“Don’t make me ask again,” he growled low and deep as he bit into the nape of her neck.
The throbbing in her neck was severe enough it drowned out the pleasure in her bottom. He dug his fingers deeper into her sex and thrust balls deep into her ass as the pain and pleasure fought against one another to overtake her.
Her lower belly began to pulsate and her loins heated to an unbearable temperature. She was close. Rising on her tip toes ready to come, Victor’s hand stilled as he clutched at her pussy harshly.
“Tears, Elsa. I don’t see them.”
Her body began to quiver and she tried to force the tears to come, but it was no use. “I want to come,
please make me come…” she panted out as she ground her ass back onto his pulsating shaft.
She thrashed her head back and forth and began to whimper with need.
“You’re so close, I can feel it. Just cry for me… give me your tears…”
Victor’s usually demanding voice was all at once unfamiliar and different - vulnerable and desperate.
“Don’t deny me, Elsa. Give them to me…” he whispered in her ear.
He thrust his fingers into her again to give her release and the devastating sound of his husky voice crushed her. His desire was a like a drug, lulling her to euphoria and she turned her head to look at him.
“Yes, Victor,” she nearly sobbed at the sight of his black eyes dazzling with fury and yearning.
Wanting nothing more than to give him what he wanted, she conjured the worst of her memories
. D
redging up each time her heart had been broken and how desolate she felt every time a lover told her goodbye, the tears began to stream down her flushed cheeks.
This time they had come freely and with no anger behind them, and she didn’t feel wrong about having done it. The reward for her tears was sweeter than she could’ve ever imagined when she saw elation in his normally tortured eyes. This man, Victor Laurenzo, had opened up something within her and
had dragged her to the dark side to show her what her body was made for –
him
.
A satisfied smile graced his rugged and magnificent face and he plunged one last time into her. Grunting loudly, his cock twitched and she felt his warm release. He remained inside of her as he continued to finger her until her climax came only a few short moments later. He quickly withdrew from her and spun her around to kiss each of her eyes and swipe away her tears with his thumbs.
The last of her orgasm slowly subsided, leaving her in a weakened state and Victor held her steady as he stared down into her eyes, imploring her for some unknown thing.
“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you look when you cry?” She shook her head
no,
still too fatigued to speak. “Then I’m happy to be the first.”
“I was under the impression you could follow a simple command, Ms. Stephens. That’s three times now you’ve faltered,” he stated austerely as he stood and held his hand out to her. “Today you will learn that in my home, strict protocol will be followed.”
The look on Logan’s face was both frightening and electrifying. Chloe’s eyes widened and she remained seated.
“What do you plan on doing to me?” she asked uneasily.
“What must be
done. Nothing more; nothing less.”
Could he be
more vague?
He remained with his hand held out to her and she wondered if she should run or take his lead. Suppressing her apprehension, she told her fear of the unknown to fuck off and decided to jump over the edge of desire and danger and hoped her wings would grow on the way down. When her eyes met Logan’s, they danced with excitement. The air in the room was palpable and it was undeniable that he wanted this, too.
She swallowed hard, took his hand and walked back down the stairs with him. It was the longest walk of her life as they took the stairs one at a time, leaving her to wonder anxiously what Logan had planned for her. His grip on her hand was firm and Chloe doubted she could’ve escaped his clutches had she tried. Not that she wanted to.
Guiding her into his bedroom, Chloe suddenly felt dizzy. Letting his grip on her hand loosen, he reached for a lone wooden chair that was near his closet and brought it over to where she was standing. He placed it directly in front of her, the back of the chair flush against her thighs. Standing behind her, Logan held her shoulders squarely.
“Lift your skirt,” he breathed into her ear.
Without thinking, Chloe obeyed. Why, she wasn’t sure. Anyone else would’ve bolted from the room crying or screaming obscenities. Hell, a few might have even slapped the hell out of him for even suggesting such a thing. But not Chloe. Her feelings at that moment had nothing to do with reason and everything to do with curiosity and arousal. Doing as she was told, she hiked her skirt up, revealing her lace-top thigh-high stockings held up by a garter belt and satin panties.
Glancing over
her shoulder, she was thrilled to see Logan’s mischievous grin. “Very nice choice in lingerie, Chloe.”
She felt the blood rise to her cheeks and she quickly looked away.
Logan tapped the inside of her ankle with his foot, urging her legs further apart while he swept her hair to one side and over her shoulder. Next, he placed his hands on top of hers and guided them onto the back of the chair.
“Don’t move.”
And with that, he disappeared. Left alone, Chloe’s heart began beating rapidly, the thudding inside her chest making her feel short of breath. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to calm her nerves, but it was next to impossible considering she had no idea what Logan was planning on doing to her.
When he returned a short time later, he had a large oak paddle in his hands with clearly etched initials on one side.
LME
, it read. She briefly wondered what the M stood for. She should’ve been terrified, but instead she felt energized and more alive than she had ever felt. In fact, she was so excited she feared she would tinkle all over his high-end polished and buffed tiger maple flooring.
Real sexy, Chloe,
she cursed herself. She clenched down, giving her Kegel muscles a good work out.
“I’m not going to hurt you –
much.
Now bend over,” Logan growled.
Chloe’s faculties left her and fear kept her frozen, unmoving. She felt a sudden tug on her hair and stern words spoken in her ear.
“In my house, my word is law, Minou. Bend. Over.”
Chloe bent at the waist, gripped the seat of the chair and held her breath. She felt herself leave her body as she waited for the wood to make contact with her bottom.
Instead, she felt warm hands slide her panties down to her ankles and fingertips gliding up the inside of her thighs seductively.
“Perfect,” he whispered.
Suddenly and without warning the oak paddle came down onto her soft flesh, making her gasp loudly. Heat seared up and over her lower back and down the tops of her legs. It wasn’t painful,
much.
“When I give you a simple order, I expect it to be followed. Do you understand?” Logan stated strictly.
“Yes,” she stuttered out.
“Yes,
Sir
, Minou.”
Chloe was confused. It was the word
Sir
that had gotten her into trouble and now he wanted her to call him
Sir
? She didn’t dare question his authority, not while he was still holding the paddle.
“Yes, Sir,” she said without delay.
“Good girl.”
Never in her life did she think those two words used together could elicit such joy. She wanted to hear them again, over and over, spoken exactly in the same manner, kind and lovingly. Yes,
lovingly
.
“The only place you’re allowed to call me Sir is in this room or my workshop. Is that understood?” he clarified as the oak made contact with the other cheek.
The workshop? Yes. She most definitely wanted him to work her over in that room. “Yes, Sir,” she moaned out as her silken folds became damp.
Now it all made sense - the room, the pictures, the equipment… she wanted to experience more. She wanted Logan to teach her and to do whatever else he wanted to do to her. She rose on her tiptoes and pushed her ass out, wanting more of what Logan was doling out despite the heat burning in her ass, but to her disappointment, Logan set the paddle down on the seat of the chair in front of her.
He chuckled under his breath when she moaned out her displeasure.
“You’re an eager little thing, aren’t you?” he breathed, running two fingers up her slit, feeling the wetness between her legs. “I think you’ve had enough for now. Stand and face me.”
Chloe shakily stood and faced Logan. His eyes were blazing fiercely and it took everything she had not to heave herself at him and ravage every inch of his toned 5”11”, naturally tanned-to-perfection body.
“This was meant to be a lesson,
Minou, not pleasure. Take my words and instructions to heart.”
It crossed her mind to call him Sir just
to get another few wallops.
Logan must’ve sensed her rebellious thoughts because he quickly interjected, “Next time I won’t be so gentle.”