the eye of his erection.
Taking her hands, he placed them wide, so she resembled a cross, he pressed her back against the smooth rock. The water swirled around her waist, along with the wave of dark hair with the extraordinary red flames shooting through it. He liked it long. These days it was a rarity; for some reason, he’d discovered very few women let it grow to that length. Not as they had many years ago.
Her shimmering eyes reminded him of the seas off the Caribbean, a mixture of blue and turquoise. They locked with his, trusting, yet sexy and he wanted her with a driving ache.
Rune knew he had to get her fully aroused to take him and began his seduction.
“You don’t move your arms; you keep them rested against the stone, do you understand me?”
She nodded, and Rune didn’t miss the burning intensity flash over her face. “I asked you a question, Jessalyn.”
A snap of anger crossed her features. “Yes, sir.”
Rune knew he was going to have his work cut out because she was no sub. But he was a Dom, a strong one that demanded subservience, and she would bow to his wishes. To his commands.
He wondered how she would take to being paraded as ‘his’ through the club. And knew for a fact that she wouldn’t be happy.
The coming evening would prove interesting.
§§§
Jess studied him; with his cool composure, apart from his glorious erection, he appeared unmoved. Cold almost, not a scrap of raw emotion spilled from him. Whilst her clit was spinning in a salsa dance with her labia. She curled her fingers into her palms. Did he intend doing anything?
“Don’t be in such a hurry, Jessalyn.”
“How do you know what I’m thinking?” At his cricked brow added. “Sir.”
“I can see it on your face, read your expression.”
Bullshit, could he read her mind? If so, get a fucking move on, will you, asshole.
His face darkened, a muscled ticked at his cheek. He looked seriously pissed off. And Jessalyn wondered if he actually had. She trained her thoughts to a blank canvass, a plain white one, and she focussed on it. It was what she’d done when her parents were fighting, to take herself away from the reality of the world.
A frown creased across Rune’s face. His hand reached out, and slowly, he weighted one breast in his palm, pinching down on her bud, hard. And her thoughts flashed back to him.
A spark of lust pinged from her nipple straight to her fanny. His hand kneaded her breast. Rune bent his head and he suckled slowly, his teeth grazing her swollen bud with a sudden sharpness. She snatched in her breath and opened her legs, showing him what she wanted.
His mouth moved up, his tongue drizzled a languorous path across her throat. Jess’s pulse rose and her chest shuddered with a flare of heady excitement. At last she was about to get ‘it’.
With infinite softness, he flickered his hands over her body. At each touch, it left a blistering burn; her blood fired through her veins and she bit down a groan.
“You have nice tits, Jessalyn, ones that I’m going to enjoy suckling on.” He pinched down on her already engorged nipples. “And these will be clamped, giving you the ultimate experience.”
All the while he spoke, he didn’t let up from touching every part of her body. When his hand slid down, his palm lay across her stomach and she bit her lip. Her eyes widened as his other hand curved over her buttocks; parting her cheeks, he rimmed her ass. She moved to get away from the strange sensations erupting.
“Don’t deny me, Jessalyn, I don’t intend finger fucking you there yet.” Again, he repeated the action, whilst his palm that rested against her stomach slid down to her pubes. He traced his finger along her folds and teased at her clit, tugging at her labia. She bit back a groan and arched into him. Into his fingers that slipped inside, hair trigger flicks, he tapped his finger on her ass, pulling back to rim the edge.
“Tell me, Jessalyn, what is it you want?” The
Taking her hands, he placed them wide, so she resembled a cross, he pressed her back against the smooth rock. The water swirled around her waist, along with the wave of dark hair with the extraordinary red flames shooting through it. He liked it long. These days it was a rarity; for some reason, he’d discovered very few women let it grow to that length. Not as they had many years ago.
Her shimmering eyes reminded him of the seas off the Caribbean, a mixture of blue and turquoise. They locked with his, trusting, yet sexy and he wanted her with a driving ache.
Rune knew he had to get her fully aroused to take him and began his seduction.
“You don’t move your arms; you keep them rested against the stone, do you understand me?”
She nodded, and Rune didn’t miss the burning intensity flash over her face. “I asked you a question, Jessalyn.”
A snap of anger crossed her features. “Yes, sir.”
Rune knew he was going to have his work cut out because she was no sub. But he was a Dom, a strong one that demanded subservience, and she would bow to his wishes. To his commands.
He wondered how she would take to being paraded as ‘his’ through the club. And knew for a fact that she wouldn’t be happy.
The coming evening would prove interesting.
§§§
Jess studied him; with his cool composure, apart from his glorious erection, he appeared unmoved. Cold almost, not a scrap of raw emotion spilled from him. Whilst her clit was spinning in a salsa dance with her labia. She curled her fingers into her palms. Did he intend doing anything?
“Don’t be in such a hurry, Jessalyn.”
“How do you know what I’m thinking?” At his cricked brow added. “Sir.”
“I can see it on your face, read your expression.”
Bullshit, could he read her mind? If so, get a fucking move on, will you, asshole.
His face darkened, a muscled ticked at his cheek. He looked seriously pissed off. And Jessalyn wondered if he actually had. She trained her thoughts to a blank canvass, a plain white one, and she focussed on it. It was what she’d done when her parents were fighting, to take herself away from the reality of the world.
A frown creased across Rune’s face. His hand reached out, and slowly, he weighted one breast in his palm, pinching down on her bud, hard. And her thoughts flashed back to him.
A spark of lust pinged from her nipple straight to her fanny. His hand kneaded her breast. Rune bent his head and he suckled slowly, his teeth grazing her swollen bud with a sudden sharpness. She snatched in her breath and opened her legs, showing him what she wanted.
His mouth moved up, his tongue drizzled a languorous path across her throat. Jess’s pulse rose and her chest shuddered with a flare of heady excitement. At last she was about to get ‘it’.
With infinite softness, he flickered his hands over her body. At each touch, it left a blistering burn; her blood fired through her veins and she bit down a groan.
“You have nice tits, Jessalyn, ones that I’m going to enjoy suckling on.” He pinched down on her already engorged nipples. “And these will be clamped, giving you the ultimate experience.”
All the while he spoke, he didn’t let up from touching every part of her body. When his hand slid down, his palm lay across her stomach and she bit her lip. Her eyes widened as his other hand curved over her buttocks; parting her cheeks, he rimmed her ass. She moved to get away from the strange sensations erupting.
“Don’t deny me, Jessalyn, I don’t intend finger fucking you there yet.” Again, he repeated the action, whilst his palm that rested against her stomach slid down to her pubes. He traced his finger along her folds and teased at her clit, tugging at her labia. She bit back a groan and arched into him. Into his fingers that slipped inside, hair trigger flicks, he tapped his finger on her ass, pulling back to rim the edge.
“Tell me, Jessalyn, what is it you want?” The
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