Destined for the Dom [Masters of Submission 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (7 page)

He watched in awe as her climax finally broke through. Tight spasms began clamping around his fingers as he manipulated them inside her gorgeous cunt. A light-pink blush spread over her entire body as she finally surrendered to his will, and let go completely. He continued his domination of her body, until nothing but silent gasps for air left her sensuous mouth.

In a dreamlike trance, Zoë was only vaguely aware when Hunter’s strong hands released her from the St. Andrew’s cross. She snuggled into his warmth as he carried her from the playroom. In stark contrast to his powerful frame, she felt weak and vulnerable lying in his masculine arms.

The way he’d handled the bullwhip had been amazing. The frightening, erotic sound as he’d cracked the whip between her legs had seriously turned her on. At that point, she’d have done just about anything he asked. Hunter was a man to be reckoned with. He was also not a man to be crossed. He’d gained a hard edge in the Marines, something she didn’t recall him having when they were kids together at St. Mark’s. The next time he told her to do something, she’d do it, following his rules without question. There was a lot of corrective equipment in the playroom, and she knew it wasn’t just for show. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of being completely at his mercy.

“Shhh,” he whispered, holding her in his arms like she was made of glass. Their naked flesh, where it touched, sent flames of sexual desire pulsing through her.
God, I want him, all of him
.

Zoë tenderly caressed a hand to his cheek, enjoying the stubble she found there. “I need you, Hunter,” she murmured dreamily.

He glanced down, his vibrant blue gaze searching hers. A look of intense emotion and humanity briefly surfaced in his eyes, before vanishing as quickly as it came. She had the distinct feeling her words meant a lot to him. His answer surprised her. “Maybe I need you, too, Peaches.” He shouldered open his bedroom door and carried her inside. She knew it would take a lot for him to open up to her. Just what the fuck had happened to this guy in the Marines? Zoë wouldn’t push him for now. She felt sure he’d tell her when the time was right.

Feeling genuinely wanted, she wrapped her arms around Hunter’s neck and showered kisses upon his face. She felt like they were two lost souls, finally finding each other after fourteen years apart.

After his demonstration of complete power in the playroom, he was surprisingly gentle as he laid her carefully on the bed. His eyes were soft and mellow as he looked at her. “The playroom is where correction takes place. The bedroom is where we get to enjoy one another.”

Maintaining eye contact, he slowly slid the tight leather jeans past his strong muscular thighs. The breath caught in her throat as she saw his erect penis for the very first time. It was huge and twitched expectantly, its proud purple crown weeping his arousal. It stood achingly erect against his toned, washboard stomach. Her pussy moistened at the thought of him deep inside her, and she couldn’t stop herself from blurting out the words, “Jesus Christ, Hunter.”

A delicious, devil-may-care grin spread on his face, as he slowly pumped his magnificent shaft. “That’s right, it’s all for you. I shall enjoy filling you with this.” He pulled open a bedside drawer, and rummaged around inside. “What about protection?”

Zoë held out her arms, beckoning him. “No, I’m good, Hunter. Please hurry.”

His athletic frame, complemented by the subdued lighting, appeared perfect to her. His muscles bunched and flexed as he lay on the bed. Strong shoulders gave way to a broad chest, which petered down to a sexy washboard stomach, and slim hips. It was obvious that Hunter took care of his body.

His pierced nipples glinted tantalizingly as he leaned across, and kissed her lips. He then lay on his back, his huge prick saluting the air. “Ride me, Peaches.” He idly masturbated his shaft as he waited for her.

Her mouth watered. This was going to be extremely satisfying. She sat astride him, letting her thighs spread wide as he guided his throbbing dick to her pussy. After placing her hands against his powerful shoulders for support, she slowly, oh so slowly, took him inside.
God, fucking hell.
Her head tipped back and her lips parted in amazement. His cock was big, real big. It felt enormous, stretching her vaginal muscles almost to the point of pain. Zoë bit down on her bottom lip as she tried to accommodate his sheer size.

Hunter’s face held a picture of concentration, too. A whimper left her lips as she slid down the final inch of his thick prick. She automatically arched in response, throwing back her head with satisfaction. “God, Hunter. You’ve sure filled out over the years.”

“Yeah, some things improve with age.”

Hunter possessively took control of her hips, pulling her further down his length, asserting his authority over her. She met his upward thrusts with downward pressure of her own, sliding her tight, wet pussy over his thick, engorged shaft, time after time.

Her full breasts thrust forward, the nipples rock hard and achingly taut. She loved the way her tits stood to attention when she was sexually charged. It made her feel like a real sexual woman with thoughts and feelings of her own. Something Les Belles had gradually whittled away over the years.

Hunter lifted his head from the pillow and swirled his tongue over her hardened areola, nibbling and then biting her engorged peaks. Seeing her man in such an aroused state caused her to buck and writhe even more, as she rode her stallion, for all she was worth.

“Yes, yes, fuck me, Hunter.”

“That’s it, Peaches. You let it all out, girl.”

Her breathing was heavy, and perspiration glistened between her breasts. The occasional rivulet would slowly trickle down to her stomach. She watched in awe as his prick, now coated with her feminine juices, slid effortlessly in and out of her.

Zoë knew Hunter was close to orgasm when he moved his hands from her hips, and tightly squeezed the globes of her ass. She found it a pleasant experience when he gently touched a finger to her puckered hole. “I like that, Hunter.”

Her words seemed to stimulate him, making him thrust harder and faster, and invade her ass even more.

“Better, Peaches?”

“Oh, yeah. You bet,” she hissed.

Upping the ante, he pressed two fingers deep inside her butt, as he continued to fuck her. “Better still?”

She threw her head back, her eyes barely open. “You know it is, you bastard.”

Zoë’s whole world started to shatter around her. White light pulsed behind her eyes, and her pussy clamped around his cock. Her ass held his fingers in a viselike grip.

“Hunter, Hunter, Hunter,” she shouted his name in ecstasy, and scored her fingernails down his chest, as she finally let go completely. Before her first climax had abated, another, then another smashed through, over and over again, until the last breath had left her lungs.

His thrusts gathered speed, driving inside her pussy, bringing her body to the peak of arousal once more. She stared into his wonderful blue eyes, wondering what he was thinking. Was she just another woman in a long line of many, or did she really share an intimate, lifelong connection with this man? Hunter hadn’t stayed long at Club Submission. He couldn’t have been there for more than ten minutes before returning home. Had he missed her that much?

She smoothed her fingers to his face, stroking away the thick blond hair that had fallen over his eyes. As another orgasm grew closer, she brushed her finger to his lips, then leaned forward and kissed him slowly, savoring the feel of his tongue entwined with hers. In response he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms tightly around her, until she felt protected in the big, warm blanket of his arms.

He kissed her cheek. “Shhh, you’re safe now, Zoë.” They were the very same words she recalled him saying when they were kids at the children’s home, and she’d become frightened by something. Only, they weren’t kids now. Hunter Black was a man, and Zoë Leighton was a woman. A woman he was deep inside of.

Feelings of utter contentment and happiness washed over her as he fucked her with ever-increasing passion and purpose, making her climax yet again. Her breasts caressed against the warm, masculine skin of his chest. Her nipples chaffing wonderfully against his piercings as her body glided over his.

A wonderful warm feeling spread out from her womb. “Oh, Hunter, it’s there again.”

He stared into her eyes, watching the subtle changes as yet another orgasm came flooding through. Her body twitched involuntarily as whimpers of sexual pleasure spilled from her lips.

“So beautiful. You’re so…beautiful,” he whispered, as he speared her pussy with even greater conviction and energy. The sheer power in his muscular hips and thighs lifted her whole body from the bed as his final thrust left his body, along with his seed. A deep, guttural groan came from his lips as a second spurt of ejaculate jerked inside her.

Zoë turned lazily in the bed, her whole body aching from their lovemaking. A fabulous contented ache, which made her feel wanted. Moaning appreciatively, she stretched a hand into the darkness, needing to touch Hunter. She was disappointed to discover an indentation in the mattress and a cold, empty pillow. Wide awake now, she opened her eyes, wondering where he was.

Slowly becoming accustomed to the darkness, she could just make out his imposing silhouette, filling the easy chair by the window. Moonlight streaked in, coloring his hair and body with an eerie, silvery glow. In the dim light, she saw the tattoos crisscrossing his muscular arms, as he stared silently into the darkness.

A solitary owl hooted in the distance, making her shiver involuntarily. Pittsburgh never sounded as deathly quiet as this.

“Hunter?” she cooed quietly, wondering if he’d fallen asleep.

“Get some rest, Zoë,” he whispered.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I often have trouble sleeping. I usually read, but I didn’t want to disturb you by switching on the light.”

“Oh, don’t worry about me, Hunter. I can sleep through almost anything.”

“Then you’re a lucky girl.” He sounded envious.

Zoë guessed his insomnia had a lot to do with his time in the Marines. She figured the things he’d seen on active duty weren’t conducive to a good night’s sleep. She briefly wondered if she should broach the subject, but decided against it. If Hunter wanted to talk about his time overseas, then he would.

“Seriously, you can put the light on if you want to read.”

“No, it’s kinda nice just sitting here in the dark, listening to your breathing.”

A warm feeling spread through her. Just the thought of Hunter watching over her made her feel protected. It was a far cry from the life she’d left behind in Pittsburgh, where she’d constantly had to fend for herself. Through hardship and necessity, she’d become a tough cookie. She’d had to, in order to survive, but the idea of Hunter looking out for her made her want to do the same for him.

Zoë slipped from the bed, and pulled a robe around herself. It was Hunter’s and absolutely swamped her. She padded over to him. As she stood behind his chair, she smoothed her fingers over his powerful shoulders. He squeezed her hand, making her wonder if she could help him after all.

“I’m a good listener. I don’t shock easily,” she whispered affectionately in his ear.

Hunter took a long, slow breath, held it for a second or two, then slowly released it. He patted her hand. “It’s not easy discussing some things, Peaches.”

“Well, in that case, did I ever tell you I was good at
Champissage
?” She was determined to lighten his mood.

“What the hell is Champissage, and can I eat it?”

Zoë giggled. “You’d have a hard job. It’s an ancient form of Indian head massage. It’s very, very good for relaxation. I have a diploma in it.”

“Are you kidding me? Little Zoë Leighton has a diploma.” Hunter sounded amused.

“And what’s so shocking about that?” With mock outrage, she playfully slapped his wrist.

“Zoë, as I remember it, just like me, you never took your education seriously.”

“Yeah, the care home system hardly equipped us kids for success. I left St. Mark’s with nothing. No education, no qualifications, nothing. All I had to my name was a bag full of old clothes, and a few personal possessions.” She wistfully shook her head, realizing how inadequate she’d felt when she’d walked through the gates of St. Mark’s for the last time. “I mean, I was an eighteen-year-old kid with nothing. How the hell was I supposed to cope with life in the outside world?”

He tenderly took hold of her hand. “We didn’t do so bad, Zoë.”

“You think so? C’mon, Hunter, wise up. You joined the Marines, and now you can’t sleep at nights. And as for me, I ended up working in some seedy dance club.”

“We fared better than most. A lot of kids in care end up as junkies. The number of girls who leave the care system, only to end up in prostitution, doesn’t bear thinking about. Just like us, they didn’t have any family. If they lose their crappy minimum-wage jobs, then they’re out on the streets. The government tells us there’s a safety net, but as you and I both know, that’s a crock of fucking shit, a lot of kids from the care system fall right through it.”

She sighed. “I guess you’re right. Let’s not talk about it anymore. I’m supposed to be helping you relax, not adding to the tension.”