Breathless Series - (5 page)

“So good,” he rasped, his head flung back for a second before he pushed back down her throat again. She felt his thumb brush at the tears that had spilled from the corners of her eyes. And then he reached down and grabbed her breasts, making her buck as he clamped a nipple in his thumb and index finger, pinching hard.

Her cry of pleasure-pain was muffled, and he began to fuck her face faster, almost punishingly. She slobbered and whined around his thick staff, which got impossibly stiffer inside her mouth. For a moment, he pushed himself in so deep her nose was buried against him and her throat full of cock. A second later he surged back and she could breathe again, gasping precious air. His hand palming her breast and teasing her nipple almost made her crazy.

Everything all at once was making her head spin. Tied down, pussy sopped, mouth stuffed with cock and her breast tingling, it was all she could do not to disintegrate from all the sensations. She was a mix of emotions; frustrated, aroused, happy and tortured. She worked her mouth even more energetically on him, rippling her tongue faster as his own speed of face-fucking her increased to a blur-like pace. Her head was virtually swirling when with a sudden growl, he popped his member completely out of his mouth, swearing beneath his breath.

“I want to finish inside you, pet. But that was close,” he rasped, raking his fingers through her hair as he kept her head raised off the pillow. Alyssa licked on her lips, glad she’d been able to have a similar effect on him by bringing him near his peak.

“You liked my cock fucking your mouth, didn’t you? I bet you’re wetter than ever now. Let’s find out, shall we?” he said, not waiting for a response as he pried at her pussy lips. His slipped one finger, then two into her honeyed hole, and they both groaned at the unmistakable squelch and slosh that filled the room lewdly as he slid in and out. He now had two fingers inside her, in and out, and then rubbing over her mound before pushing in again. Making her almost mindless with bliss.

Alyssa was totally out of her element, driven almost to fever pitch with her senses stretched to the limit. He saw her face and grinned, a wicked schoolboy grin that made her shiver deliciously. “Yes. Definitely wetter than before. And so fucking tight. You’ll feel so good around my cock, pet. And you’ll take me as deep as I want to go, won’t you? You’ll open for me and let me fuck you as thoroughly as I want. It’ll excite you to go along with whatever I desire. You’ll be helpless beneath me and you’ll love it. Won’t you?”

“Yes.” Alyssa knew she would.

Lying there on his big bed, not just tied up but every inch of her exposed, Alyssa felt the most liberated she’d ever been. The fact that he remained fully clothed added to the potency of the moment. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him, knowing it was time and almost dizzy with need to finally feel his powerful stem inside her.

“You have no idea how it feels, seeing you like this,” Lucas murmured. He was kneeling in between the spread V of her legs, his top half crouching over her trembling frame. “You look utterly beautiful, tied there. Your breasts, so perfect, seem to be begging for my nipple clamps. Your skin, so soft and smooth, seems like a fine canvas for me to drip wax slowly over every inch of it. And here, your pussy…so wet and swollen…would love the taste of my riding crop, whipping against those tender folds.” He rested his hands on either sides of her parted thighs, and Alicia whimpered, his words making her quiver deep within.

“Luke…”

“But not tonight,” he told her, and Alyssa didn’t know if she felt relieved or disappointed. His gorgeous smile played over his lips, and as she looked down, she saw his cap, carved and smooth-edge, pushing at her entrance. She gasped.

“Tonight, there’s this.”

‘This’ was his cock; rubbing over her slightly spread open pussy. She let out a loud moan. Needle-pricks of pleasure punctured her from head to toe, and when he thrust, drove in just the tip, her lips parted and he swallowed her gasp with his mouth over hers.

He moved his hips, angled at just the right measure, and drilled in deeper in one sure, rough plunge.

“Oh yes,” Alyssa breathed into his lips that clung wetly to hers.
Her wetness sent him farther into her walls than she was ready for but even as his thickness stretched her almost painfully, she welcomed the discomfort. It made her feel more alive than any other cock had ever done before. She opened her eyes as he drew his lips from hers to look into her face.

“Mine,” he said gruffly, his hands hinged on her breasts as he withdrew his whole length and then lunged inside once more, harder than before.

Ecstasy splintered deep within her core. He filled her up so good. When he moved, he slammed into just the right spot that had vibrations of pleasure thrumming through her body. She couldn’t stop moaning as with each thrust, he made her his.

“Say it, Alyssa. Here, now. You belong to me. Totally.”

His words pierced through her mind, making her shudder as with just that extra force, he shoved his cock so deep her ribcage jarred. Oh fuck, she thought, her eyes rolling back with bliss. Too much. He wouldn’t need much more to send her shattering into her long-denied climax. He had taken her all; what more did he want? As she forced her gaze to finally hold his, she blinked hard and saw that he was waiting, his cock stiff and waiting in the bowl of her sex.

“Tell me. You’re mine.”

“Yes. Yours. I’m all yours, Luke,” Alyssa said on a ragged gasp. His eyes gleamed, and he rocked his hips, one hand gripping her waist to hold her still from her writhing. And then, he went on rampage.

It was almost insanely pleasurable to be fucked like that; to feel the thrusts like a blurred, single act of fury.

Bam. Bam. Bam.

Without pause and with piston precision.
Alyssa’s mouth was slack with soundless screams as Lucas rammed her with purpose and passion. He was fiendishly insatiable, his lust a grinding, merciless thing. He was devastatingly sturdy with each rising swing of his hips. And she…she was lost.

He was sliding his hands beneath her to cup her buttocks and push her even tighter against his hard, pulsating, whip-like thrusts. Alyssa could not suppress her animal groan of pleasure. To her agony, she felt her body climbing steadily toward her orgasm.

“Luke. Oh please. I need…” She needed to cum, or she’d just liquefy. It was getting beyond her capacity for endurance and she was close to blacking out from all the sensations taking over her. The feeling of powerlessness grew stronger, making her fists clench within the nylon cuffs as her spread thighs ached from being held apart so long by the ankle restraints. No more. She couldn’t take any more and she knew it was just a minute more and she’d explode. She’d face the consequences later but damn it would be worth it…

“I know,” he told her hoarsely, his eyes like lava, burning into her. “When it’s time, you’ll know.”

What
? No. No! No more mind-fuck games, Alyssa thought desperately as she felt ready to scream. Here she was, helplessly on fire beneath him. How the fuck was she supposed to know when –

Oh.

She could feel his pace slow, sensed him easing back and then sliding in again with steady, calculated strokes. She didn’t know which was worse now; when he’d been rampaging through her walls, or right then when he was moving like an oil well pump, driving her insane with his unbreaking, long and sweet thrusts. Oh shit. She could feel it bearing down on her like a herd of beasts. He was staring at her, and she let out a sob as he rocked in an out of her moist center. And then, still not looking away, he sank in that final inch that she hadn’t realized he’d held back from the beginning. Feeling him bottom out inside her ignited walls sent a wildfire of passion surging through her system.

Now.

Alyssa could read it all over his face; it was time. He didn’t have to say a word; their bodies spoke their own language. A few more stamping thrusts from his rock-hard cock and she was unraveled, her orgasm blooming like a flower deep in her womb. Jesus. She’d never ever come like that before; like her nerve endings were strumming in perfect rhythm. Her spine arched and she convulsed against him, crying out his name. Her heart and soul divided for just a moment and she was two separate entities, lost in different realms of joy. She could feel her body jerk as he rode her through the flaming maze; his own groans of pleasure like music in her ears as finally, his cock skidded inside her in simultaneous release.

*

Alyssa was still lost in a haze when he slipped out of her, leaving the room for a minute and then returning. She felt something like a cool wet cloth in between her thighs, and she purred, blinking her eyes open and meeting his indulgent, warm smile. With the last of her strength, she tugged at her restraints.

“Please?” she asked, eyes indicating her wrists and ankles. He merely shook his head, smiled, and then was gone again. Alyssa sighed heavily, resting her head back on the
pillow as she felt washed over by the memories of the last hour or so. It had been sex, but yet something even beyond that. It had been physical, aggressive, sweet, deep, and many other things she could spend all night describing. Her body ached secretly in places, but even more so, her heart pounded with a new fear. Now that she’d had a taste, could she really walk away?

Now, as she waited for him to return, to hear him tell her what next, Alyssa felt a sudden sinking feeling. Lucas Edge may have no intention of letting her go, or of letting this end here. And a part of Alyssa knew she just might have no way to turn back now. She’d reached the edge of submission and was looking down from the dizzying heights and into the whirling void. All that was left now was her total surrender…

Breathless Book 2: Edge Of Surrender

Chapter One

How long did he leave her lying there? Five minutes, ten? An hour?

Shit! Alyssa glanced around at the room, wondering where the fuck Lucas Edge had gone. The anticipation was killing her. How the heck could he leave her lying there, naked and already getting freaking soaked again as she waited,
trapped to the bed?

The atmosphere in the room was cool, not uncomfortably so but refreshing and she wondered if there was some air-conditioning though no sound of anything like that was evident in the air. For the first time she really took a good look at her surroundings.

Very standard in its contents of what was required for a room designed for sex, thought Alyssa wryly. She already was inside the massive bed, and there were the mirrors standing around, the lamps, the windows tightly covered with blinds. There was some kind of square-shaped wooden pillar rising to the ceiling, but every other thing meant for play must be kept unseen in any of the many cabinets and chest of drawers spanning the room.

When Alyssa looked up at the ceiling, she saw hooks and could only guess what else would be needed to get someone suspended up there. A second later, she really didn’t want to know. The room felt all the more
spine-tingling for its bareness and the way it held almost no clues. The whips and chains; the leather implements, the what-nots that she had no doubt had to do with such things were out of sight and the mystery made things seem even more predatory. In essence, one couldn’t tell what Lucas Edge was really into. Or what the fuck he was capable of.

“
Son of a bitch
!” fumed Alyssa inwardly, as she tried to quench her feeling of vulnerability. The moment Lucas walked in, she was using the safe word, Alyssa vowed. Party over.

She definitely didn’t relish being abandoned and still cuffed to his bed.

If this was part of the game, then to hell with that. They’d fucked; he’d brought her to the heights of bliss, but now she was through with it.

Sure, he’d been right; when she’d finally climaxed, it had been nothing like she’d ever felt before. The times he’d brought her to peak and held her there; those moments when she’d been on tiptoe trying to keep from tumbling over into the raging waterfall…Damn, that had felt so good. Her eventual orgasms had ripped her apart and she still hadn’t got herself back together again, not completely. But that gave him no right to treat her this way.

The seconds ticked by and she started to twitch in between her thighs as she wondered what he was doing at that moment. This was his special kind of torment, she knew. Was he having a drink, maybe some brandy on the rocks or even a cocktail to ease him down from their red-hot bang of just now? Alyssa gritted her teeth just thinking he was somewhere in the house, keeping her here like some captured sex slave. She had no idea when he’d be back or even if he’d be back. Maybe he intended to keep her here all night, tied up and restless and already
fucking dripping
for him again!

Alyssa could no longer deny that she wanted another bite of the apple.

There, she’d admitted it to herself. If that was the aim of this bit of gameplay, then shit it was working. She’d still kill him, but she couldn’t hide how much she needed him right then. Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving with each swallow of air. Her naked body was bathed in heat, and her pussy was wetter than it had ever been. And wherever he was right then, the bastard probably knew it.

She thought of how his mouth had traced over places she’d never expected, and she whimpered out loud before she could hold it back.

She pulled at her restraints, half of her wishing she could rip out of them and the other feeling reluctant to displease him in anyway. It mattered to her on a level she couldn’t define that he remained satisfied with her. But damn it if he didn’t show up in the next ten seconds she was going to fucking start screaming…

This is what you get when you jump into bed with a man you don’t even know
, Alyssa heard the voice in her head telling her smugly. But even as she berated herself for being too impulsive, she knew in her heart that she wouldn’t trade this experience for the world. She just had to get through the next flipping minute, and the next, while she waited for Lucas Edge to decide he’d kept her on the tip of suspense long enough.

Just as she’d been about to call out, “Hello?” or “Anyone there?”  -
he
appeared.

Thank freaking lord, Alyssa thought, but then she looked up at his face. Dear heavens.

He didn’t say a word. And she couldn’t stop staring at him. Lucas Edge wasn’t wearing a shirt.
Shit shit shit!
She thought in helpless admiration and awe. Those suits of his had been hiding some serious goodies.

Lucas Edge was tanned and hairless all over, and built like muscle candy. If she’d ever wanted to take a bite out of a man, it was now. His shoulders, arms and torso were perfectly aligned, every component of him unified into a kind of masculine elegance you mostly found in the bodies of Olympic-level swimmers. There was no unnecessary bulk, just beauty. His six-pack looked sprayed on and his pecs seemed carved from steel, his nipples tiny and brown and oh-so-lickable.

He was stripping off the rest of his clothes, and soon he was naked. He’d never looked more predatory than at that moment, with his eyes never leaving hers and not a word passing between them. It was mere seconds ago he’d walked in and now he was naked. As he advanced on the bed, Alyssa couldn’t help but feel a twinge of panic.

“Um, Lucas. I think…”

Her thought never did get the chance to be expressed. His hand encircled her ankle, and she gulped.

The warmth of his touch reminded her of how well those fine, manly fingers of his could play her many strings. He unclasped the restraints on each ankle, and then once her legs were free he pushed her knees back and wide till they almost touched her shoulders.

Oh shit
, thought Alyssa, any words of protest dying in her throat when she saw the burning lust in his eyes. Her pussy was spread out and waiting, every fold glistening. With her hands cuffed on either side and her knees pinned back so that her most hidden secrets were helplessly exhibited, Alyssa knew she had no intention of stopping him. No questions asked, she’d let him proceed even without a word.

And that was how he fucked her.

Not speaking, not even a crack of a smile. Just eyes like burning coals; a face sheened with a film of perspiration and cheekbones taut and shadowy with arousal. He plunged in deep and she was so wet, so ready.

Alyssa’s breath left her in the rush, the impact of that cock thrusting into her walls enough to jolt her whole body higher atop the bed. Lucas’s body heat was mesmerizing, his athletically hard frame grinding into hers. The rock and slide of cock inside her was a sweet remembrance. Being slammed by him was even hotter and rougher than that first time, heaven help her. At the angle her hips had been raised, his penetration was absolute. Each time he drove into her it made her gasp out loud, and then moan, and writhe beneath him as every inch of her inner walls felt him to the max.

Her nipples were hard and thick with passion and they rubbed against his broad chest. His face was just inches from hers, his hands braced on either side of her head. His gaze was bewitching and it intensified the feeling of him driving into her.

There were no words
; thank goodness. Alyssa could hear her moans, long and ragged and she knew anything close to speech would have been impossible for her. Without the need for permission, without care for her own wishes, Lucas took her. Her wetness was proof that her body was in need of everything that came with being claimed by him.

Alyssa’s heart warred with such a commanding sexual usage and yet she did zilch to stop him. A small piece of her might resent the sheer nerve of the man, but it was a
very small
piece. After all, she hadn’t done a thing to stop him when he first hitched her up to the restraints within barely two hours of being inside his home.

They’d talked, had dinner and even danced. And then, she’d submitted to his wishes by succumbing when he’d started to tie her to the bed. As she still submitted. With every pump of his hips, she submitted.

She was shamefully wet and getting even slicker with each rising thrust. There were parts of her; deep inside that she’d never dreamed a cock could reach. With her knees bent so far back, there was no way she couldn’t feel his every thick-rimmed inch as he ripped through her walls. The pleasure and the agony almost dazed her. She couldn’t seem to stop panting, her lips wide apart as she gasped with ecstasy at how well he filled and thrilled her.

His fingers were suddenly in her mouth, probing carnally. Without thinking, Alyssa closed her lips around those two fingers and the gleam of approval in his deep grey eyes made her belly twist in knots. He unraveled her senses and she couldn’t hold back what was coming if she tried. Sucking hard on his fingers, her tongue coiled hotly over them as she watched his face flush more deeply. Alyssa couldn’t tell how much time had passed since he’d slipped inside her like she’d been designed and procured only for his pleasure. And she couldn’t lie; it felt good to please him. To know that her pussy took his cock as deep as he wanted to go
; to feel the slight shudder in his frame as her walls rippled around him, sucking him in.

Alyssa didn’t know how it happened, but when it did it shot her into orbit. She could blame the steady, unrelenting pace, or the perfectly aimed angle; or even the feeling of being treated like a blow-up doll…
Whatever it was, it had her tripping backwards into space as she came. Her vague thought was that Lucas was glad she didn’t bite his fingers off as she suddenly exploded. Her jaws clenched around him as tightly as her vaginal muscles contracted around his thrusting shaft. He didn’t pull out his fingers and she sobbed as she sucked on him hard, her teeth clamping down on his knuckles. He groaned deeply, the sound vibrating all around them. Alyssa came and came until she wasn’t sure if she was having an orgasm or a freaking heart attack.

She was whimpering, her body going slack as he withdrew his fingers and once again, began to move inside her. He’d stilled when she had been racked all over by her release but now, Alyssa was made to realize how close he’d been to the edge himself as after barely a few thrusts, he growled as he came deep inside her. His lower body strained so tightly against her she could feel each pulsating muscle. His face was buried in her neck and his ragged breath fanned her heated flesh. He released his hold on her thighs and set them down on either side of his hips. It took Alyssa moments to realize they were both shaking.

Before he rolled off her, Lucas removed the cuffs from her wrists. The moment she was free, Alyssa wrapped her arms around his shoulders just as he turned them over. Now he was on his back with her resting atop him, his own arms locked around her waist. Impossibly, he was still hard and buried deep inside her. He either was on some serious performance boosters or he was really a fucking stud, thought Alyssa wonderingly. Though something told her his sex drive and prowess were all his and nothing else.

His chest was heaving as he drew in a deep breath. “Kiss me,” he said deeply, and Alyssa lowered her head to lock their lips warmly. He rumbled approvingly in his throat as she showed boldness in the way she crushed her mouth against his, taking what she would, just like he’d shown her he liked to do.

“God, Alyssa,” he groaned when their lips tore apart minutes later. “Why do you have to be so irresistible? I just don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”

Alyssa wasn’t sure what answer to give to that question – if it even was a question. All she could think of was how he had seemed to know her deepest desires even when she’d been clueless about them herself. How could she have dreamed she’d have enjoyed it so much, being bound and helpless when he’d returned and without so much as a ‘by your leave’, fucked her brains out.

If he seemed confused, mused Alyssa, then he couldn’t imagine how she was feeling. What the heck had just happened between them? Because in just under a few hours, Lucas Edge had shown her the meaning of being
owned
. Of being influenced and controlled by a force more powerful and stronger than her own in terms of sexual and psychological will.

Had she liked the feeling? Yes. Submitting to Lucas had been more than she’d ever imagined it could be. The man knew well how to make a woman’s toes curl and damn he could fuck. She’d never, ever come without clitoral stimulation before and yet tonight it had happened
twice
. It was still too amazing to comprehend.

When he finally pulled away from her Alyssa had to force herself to come back down to earth. His hand tenderly brushed the dark brown hair from her damp forehead. “I’d like you to stay.”

It was neither a request nor a demand; Alyssa wasn’t sure
what
it was but it made her want to do something as stupid as saying yes to him for the umpteenth time that night…

Chapter Two

“I can’t,” she blurted out, starting to reach for her clothes as she forced off any feeling of shyness. It was a marvel she could move without wincing. The discomfort of his rough taking seemed obliterated by the ultimateness of her orgasms. She felt more alive than she had in years and that was freaky.