Breathless Series - (16 page)

His eyes skimmed lustily over her perky and full tits, a blush stealing over her skin as his gaze lingered with admiration. “And I know just what a woman like you needs when she’s been far from nice. These pretty pink nipples need to be taught a little lesson.

Alyssa never stopped berating herself for the weakness that kept her spellbound as Lucas began to kiss her, touch her. Squeeze hard on her breasts and pluck at their tips with his fingers. Delve a hand in between her shivering thighs, down beneath the waistband of her jeans and palming her moistened sex. Stroking her, making her moan against his parted mouth as he kissed her deeply. Once she was shuddering all over with abject want, Lucas instructed her to take off all her clothes.

His eyes on her now naked form brought a deep flush of pride to her skin when she saw the desire mirrored on his face. She tried to conceal a whimper when he said, “Your nipple clamps, Alyssa. Go in and bring them for me. I want them fixed to your nipples when you return.”

Alyssa gulped, saying meekly, “Yes Sir.”

In moments she’d unearthed the silvery nipple clamps with their screws and chains hanging from one end of a clamp to the other. The sweet torment was written all over her face as she came back to where he was waiting, her nipples now hitched to the beautifully designed nipple clamps.

“Does it feel good?” he asked softly, tugging her forward by her waist. Alyssa moaned, spots of agony beginning to pop in her vision.

“Mmm…yes Sir,” she breathed, her head flung back as she felt his fingers play with the hanging chain, tugging it down just a little, making the nipples stretch unexpectedly. She gasped, staring straight into his eyes.

“And now?” he murmured, screwing just that bit tighter on the clamps till the nerve-endings on Alyssa’s nipples screeched with pleasure-pain. Within her core, a drumroll of bliss began to beat. Oh, fuck. She needed him so bad, needed his power, his dominance and his cock.

“Yes…Sir,” she managed to gasp even as her head spun from the sensations rippling from her clamped nipples and straight down to her pussy, making her knees wobble. She could only stand there, helpless while he tortured her to a fever pitch, releasing and then clinching the clamps over her aching buds till she couldn’t tell which felt more excruciatingly delicious: when he took the clamps off or put them back on. Finally, he clipped them back to her nipples, keeping her sensitized to their stinging presence that made her whole areole start to throb one by one.

“The couch. On your hands and knees, slave,” he commanded, his chin indicating the huge sofa just across the room. “Crawl and make your way to position your pert round bottom facing me.”

Alyssa went down on her knees and then planted her palms flat on the marble floor before
knee-walking to the nearby couch, conscious of Lucas watching her progress, her naked goods all on display. She knew she’d be so wet by now, he’d find her inner thighs coated in juice.

She barely felt the burn on her knees as she got on top of the couch, still on her hands and knees and remembering to turn her ass in his direction. He murmured words of approval, before coming up behind her and stroking her curvy ass in both hands. He kneaded and smoothed over the generous flesh, before giving her many resounding smacks on each cheek. Each time, she yelped, reveling in the sharp, quick pain. Blood rushed to her brain and the surface of her skin. Her pussy folds swelled and vibrated, begging, needing. When she sensed Lucas go on his knees and spread her smarting cheeks before burying his face into her pussy, she felt the greatest shockwave pass through her system.

His tongue worked masterfully over her femininity, turning her brain to mush from the sweet ecstasy of him pleasuring her cunt while occasionally smacking her ass hard on either cheek.  This made her body tumble up and down with pleasure and pain, the two intermingling to form one delightfully wicked language.

“Oh, Sir…that feels so good. Oh please…don’t stop!” Alyssa cried helplessly, as he bent his head lower to capture her little hard clit and suck. He teased her surrounding hood and folds with his lips and tongue, and nibbled on her clit. He placed a wetted thumb just within her ass, and that almost blew her right off the couch. He fucked her with his thick wedge of a thumb plunging in and out of her anus while he tongue-slapped her pussy.
Oh fucking right
. All that was missing in all this blissful passion was his meaty cock settling deep in her hole – either one of them – and fucking her senseless. Alyssa shuddered with carnal anticipation.

Just as she dangled from the very tip of release, just when the raging heat in her womb almost ignited and burst into flame, Lucas pulled away. Alyssa almost howled out a curse. With the almost painful deprivation of her orgasm coupled with the tingling torment from the nipple clamps, Alyssa felt close to exploding.

She couldn’t help but cry out when the sharp smack of his hand connected with her ass, again and again till she lost count, her senses whirling as she bit back moans.

“Trust, Alyssa,” Lucas growled, leaning his body over hers for a moment as his hands rested upon both
cheeks which felt like they were on fire from his spanking. Alyssa was trembling and whimpering, wanting so much to be filled by him completely. “That’s the one thing I required from you, little pet. Without that, then none of this even matters. You need to never doubt that I know what’s best for you – that I’d never hurt you.”

But he hurt her all the time, even without knowing, Alyssa thought achingly as a moan of pleasure was ripped out of her when he jammed two fingers into her drenched pussy. He drove in and out, working up a killer pace of pounding bliss. Deep and hard he shafted her, bringing her nearer to that same tilting edge of the universe as her brain felt like erupting from all the emotions she was experiencing. Lucas would never know how he hurt her when he couldn’t love her back; couldn’t say the words that would make this all complete. He was right that trust was vital, but even that wasn’t as important to Alyssa as winning his heart for good. How long could she settle for just being his sexual plaything?

He finger-fucked her till the sounds of her spongy, squelching vaginal walls filled the air, causing a blush of shamed desire to flare over her bare flesh. He groaned deep in his throat, retrieving his fingers from her quivering core. “You’re mine. Always,” said Lucas with a voice rough with lust as he took hold of her hips, dragging her hard against him. It didn’t take a moment for him to free his cock before he began to slide it inch by throbbing inch into her waiting sheathe.

“Oh!” Alyssa cried out, her nails digging into the leather beneath while her lower half shuddered with every advancing thrust of his thick, steel-hard cock. Her greedy walls breathed around his shaft, sucking him in.
More, always more
. She could never have enough of him; not until she was filled to the hilt. With one last furious plunge, he sank balls-deep inside her pulsing cunt. Next followed a series of swift, raging thrusts slamming into her again and again, causing her whole body to buck helplessly as his thick, long dick speared her to the core every time.

“
Please…,” Alyssa moaned, not even sure why she was pleading. She no longer felt conscious of the ache from the nipple clamps as the chain swung with every slam of Lucas’s groin against her rear. All she became was that one moist ring of muscle that clung to his massive shaft, going so far inside her she saw stars. The pain, the pleasure, the bliss was impossible to define even if she tried. Too soon, she felt herself ready to spiral into the waiting volcanic pit.

“Tell me,” growled
Lucas as his grip on her hips tightened, his voice no more than a rasp. “Tell me who owns you, pet. Tell me you’re mine – all mine.”

“Oh my God,” Alyssa gasped as he lunged so powerfully inside her it felt like she was being rent in half by cock. “All yours, Sir. But please, please. I need to cum. I need…”

His fingers dug deeper into the flesh of her hips and Alyssa bucked harder, moaned louder. “I know what you need,” he told her, punctuating the words with three drilling thrusts. “And when you need it.” He grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged backwards, making her spine arch inwards as her face looked up at a ceiling that looked hazy and distant. She was floating, deep in a subspace of nowhere and nothing, just ecstasy unlimited. On and on the flames raged within her being, taking her to a place where her body could drift on puffy pink clouds.

“I’ll tell you when you’re ready, little pet. And then you must cum, instantly. This is what I require, so do not fail me.” As he said those words, he reached underneath to unclip one clamp, and then the other. This drew a startled cry from Alyssa as her throbbing nipples were freed. Even louder was her whine when Lucas drew out of her clenching
walls. But then he drew her down with him on the couch, where he sat and placed her on his cock, reverse-cowgirl style. Alyssa felt impaled by cock as Lucas pulled her down unto that rock-hard length of muscle. She let out a long, deep moan of pleasure as he filled her up like never before. His hands on her waist tugged her down as with every grind of her hips, she bounced on his pole-straight member.

Dazed by the angles and depths he struck with every thrust, Alyssa knew she couldn’t fight back the waiting eruption for long. Lucas covered one swaying tit with one hand, his fingers toying with her burning nipple, his touch sensual and erotic. At the same time, his other hand came round and tapped on her pussy with warm, heavy slaps in time to his cock thrusting deep inside her walls. The pressure of his fingers contacting with her clit and pussy mound took the pleasure to another level entirely. Alyssa was lost.

The intensity grew and grew till they were both one single ball of fire, spiking each of Alyssa’s senses till she was virtually buzzing. She moaned, she pleaded, rocking herself on that magnificent cock till her inner walls began to convulse. Scents of passion filled the air, maddening them even further. “Not long now,” Lucas rasped, his hand turning her face to meet his lips in a molten kiss of ownage.

Alyssa’s hands reached up and entangled in his hair, her whimper of pleasure sounding against his sweet lips. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, and it was blissful. Somewhere deep within, Alyssa felt the colors begin to bloom within her vision as her body took on a mind of its own, radiating so much fiery passion it scorched the air around them. She felt the drum of Lucas’s heartbeat on her back, felt her own heart begin to race in time with his. They were one; merged in a single unit. Lost together in time and space – and in each other.

“
Now
. Come for me.”

Lucas had a throb in his voice that vibrated through her whole frame; that and the tersely passionate command sending Alyssa right into orbit. Her brain set off its own signal to her pussy, and just like that she was combusting. Her pussy juddered around his rampaging cock, and her fingers tightened in his hair while their lips hitched in a kiss of binding passion. On and on she thrashed around as she came, blackness erupting behind her eyelids making her go momentarily blind as she rode off the wings of her monumental orgasm. Just moments in, Lucas gripped hard on the flesh of her hips and strained his length deep within her contracting core, his shaft pulsating as he shot her full of his pumping sperm.

Every limb shaking, Alyssa clung to Lucas as hard as she could and wondered if she’d ever be able to walk away from so much pleasure. Even with knowing she wasn’t number one; even without the assurances or loving declarations, could she continue to settle for passion with no promises? It was a decision she knew she’d have to make – and soon.

Chapter Four

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Pam asked Alyssa with a doubtful tone.

Alyssa sighed deeply as she turned to face her younger sister. Their bags were already packed and waiting. In a few hours, they had a plane to catch, one taking them to St. Maarten for a month-long holiday. It had been Alyssa’s idea and Pam had been all for it, especially with all the whirlwind of the past few weeks.

Her books came out to resounding success. Thanks to all the exposure generated by the hardworking advertising and promotions team, both the print and electronic copies were fast putting the books on several bestselling lists. Alyssa knew she should feel fulfilled and even joyous, so why was she running away from it all? This would possibly be her biggest ever series already gathering requests for even more sequels. The first proceeds were more than promising and Alyssa knew that at this rate she was becoming the number one name in her genre. What more could she want?

Lucas had been ever supportive, and there was no doubt that their sex life was hotter than ever. There was nothing more in the gossip columns about him and Sara and Alyssa had to believe she had nothing to worry about on that account. Lucas had assured her that whatever he had with Sara was just friendship and nothing beyond that so it was up to Alyssa to believe him or not.

But that still wasn’t enough.

“I really started to think you two were having it good now,” Pam said hesitantly as she viewed the troubled looking Alyssa. “If you walk away now, it might seem like you’d given up on him before he has the chance to prove things can go deeper.”

“Lucas doesn’t want anything deeper. And I’m not waiting around hoping for things to change. And if I continue with him, I’ll fall harder, which will make it all worse when it comes to an end. Better for me to go off for a while, figure out what I want.”