Mastered By My Guardian (5 page)

Desire for her?

Lust made more sense.  Just the need to control and subdue her, and why not sexually, since he was right, there had always been a strong attraction between them, even though they had both always known it was too taboo to pursue.

He pushed deeper, his body now crushing her to the wall.  Now he was inside her.  Completely immersed in her.  What was the point of fighting it now?

She just stared at him, both of them breathing hard.

Then he drew back, and drove forward again.  Sparks flared inside her.  As he drew back, her breath caught at the feel of the ridge of his cockhead dragging along her sensitive flesh, then she gasped as he drove deep again.

He began to pick up the pace, his erection gliding within her in powerful strokes, filling her, then gliding away, until he almost pulled free entirely, then driving deep again.  His enormous cock filled her so full she thought she’d burst.

“I’m going to make you come,” he murmured against her ear, stirring the fine hairs along the side of her neck.  “And when I do, you’re going to call out my name.”

He pulled back and drove into her again.  Pleasure swept through her as his hard flesh filled her.  The feel of his body tight against her stole her breath away.  And the feel of him invading her body sent her hormones spiraling.

He drove deep again.  She sucked in air as the intensity of the sensations built, swelling into a wave of joyous desire.

She wanted more.  Needed more.

His lips nuzzled her neck, sending more tingles dancing down her spine, and the feel of it was so tender… so intimate… she lost her hold on the here and now.  She arched against him and moaned, pleasure bubbling through her, buoying her higher and higher.  Ripping her from reality and flinging her to rippling heights of frantic pleasure. Her wrists fought against the restraints as she tried to reach for him.  To cling to him.

He thrust into her like a jackhammer… filling her so full… so fast and hard.   She moaned, longing to hold him close, then her thoughts shattered and she trembled as bliss shuddered through her.  She gasped.

“Oh, God, Zane. Yessss!”

Then she wailed long and hard, sure her screams must be deafening him, but he kept pummeling her body with his long, hard…oh so thick and delicious.… cock.

Then he groaned, pinning her to the wall, and exploded inside her. The feel of his hot seed filling her jolted her pleasure higher.

Finally, she collapsed against the wall, the stone cold and hard against her naked skin.

She felt the restraints around her wrists release and he scooped her up and carried her toward the stairs, then to the main floor. She clung to his neck, her head resting against his shoulder as he headed to the curved staircase leading to the second floor. Bright light flashed through the large bay windows and he held her a little closer, but the lightning didn’t bother her, nor did the roll of thunder following on its heels as he bounded up the stairs. The steady beat of his heart against her ear… the protective feel of his arms around her… made her feel safe.

They reached his bedroom and he opened his door. A door that she’d never opened before last night, but had always wanted to.  She’d always wanted to know what it was like in his bedroom.  His inner sanctum.

She’d seen it this morning, but only briefly as she’d fled his bed. Now it was too dark to see anything more than the huge bed in the middle of the room, the thick posts at each corner of the wooden frame glowing slightly in the illumination from the hallway.

He pulled back the covers and lay her down, then slid in behind her.  His arm glided around her waist, and he pulled her close.  Lightning flashed and he drew her tighter to his hard, muscular body.

She relaxed against him, feeling safe in his embrace, despite the storm raging outside. His lips brushed against her temple and she sighed, not wanting to think about what had just happened between them.  And how she had wanted it just as much as he had.

And what it might mean.

* * *

Chelsea awoke to the feel of warm lips caressing her forehead.  She murmured her approval as she snuggled closer to the solid body in front of her.  As her eyelids fluttered open, the lips found hers in a gentle kiss.  It was dark and she couldn’t see, but she knew it was Zane. She was in his room. In his
bed.

His hand covered her breast, enveloping it in warmth and she ached for him.  She wanted… Oh, God, she needed to feel his hands on her.  Stroking.  Caressing. She curled her hand over his shoulders and slid one hand along the breadth, then up his muscular neck to his jaw. He sighed then his tongue gently glided into her mouth.  Her tongue met his and they undulated together.

His thumb found her nipple and stroked.  She arched against him.  He released her lips and eased her onto her back, then his mouth found her nub.  The hot, moist feel of him on her took her breath away.

“Oh, God.  Yes,” she moaned as he licked and fondled the hard bead of her nipple with his tongue.

Then he suckled and she gasped at the pleasure spiking through her.  His hand stroked down her hip, then glided between her legs.  She arched her hips upward.  As his fingertips trailed along her inner thigh, the sensitive flesh pebbling into goose bumps, she yearned for him to touch her in her most intimate place.  Then to glide inside her.

He brushed over the crotch of her panties, then slid under the fabric to her soft folds.  She could feel the slickness as his fingertips teased her flesh.  She opened her legs, inviting him inside.  Oh, God, wanting him inside so badly she thought she’d die.

But he just glided over the surface and back to her hip.

His teeth grated over her hard nipple and she arched again, pushing it deeper into his mouth.  He closed around her and sucked.  She gasped at the wild sensations bursting inside her.

She surged her hips upward, wanting him to satisfy her craving.  She bumped against his rock-hard erection.  Her hand glided down his chest and she found it.  Hot and thick.  Her fingertips brushed the length of his shaft and then she wrapped her hand around it and stroked.  She smiled at his guttural groan of approval.

She could see him now in the dim glow of the moonlight, her eyes adjusting to the darkness.

He leaned on his elbow, his gaze locked on her, as she stroked his hard cock. He seemed to rumble as he shifted forward and she felt her panties glide away then his leg nudging at her thighs.  She parted them as he prowled between her legs, his big body hovering over hers, his gaze still pinning her to the pillow.  He ran his hand down her stomach and brushed her intimate flesh, his fingertips exploring the dampness of her folds.  Then instead of slipping away again, this time his finger dipped inside… just a touch… and she moaned.

He pressed his hard cockhead to her opening, and she waited, breath held, wanting his invasion more than anything she’d wanted in her entire life.

His lips brushed her temple. “Say yes.”

She hesitated, just wanting to feel him deep inside her.

He drew back, his glittering gaze trapping hers once again.

“Say it.”

“Yes,” she murmured, the word trailing in an almost hiss.

Then he thrust forward, his thick, hard cock invading her again.  She cried out in joy, squeezing him as he surged deep inside her. His body pinned her to the bed and she clung to him, just like she’d wanted to when he’d made love to her against the stone wall in the dungeon.

“God, I want you so badly,” he said, clinging to her, holding her tight to his broad, muscular chest.

Then he drew back and pulsed forward.  His cock filled her impossibly deep, its breadth stretching her wider than she’d ever been stretched by another man.  She tossed her head back against the pillow.

His lips found her neck and he nuzzled.  “Tell me you want me, too.”  As he said it, he drew back, his cock slipping to the edge, ready to pull all the way free of her body.

Desperate not to have him leave her, she scratched at his back, trying to pull him in again.

“Yes, I want you, too.  Please.”

He smiled, then drove forward, filling her with a swirl of desperate need and wild delight.  As he drew back again, she clutched him with her passage, trying to prevent his escape.  Then he thrust forward again.

“Oh, God.  It feels so good.”  Her voice trembled, as if she was close to tears, and maybe she was.  The sensations were so intense.

So good.

She stroked his naked ass.  God his butt was so hard and compact.  He pushed deep into her again and the muscles in that fine ass tensed under her hands.

She squeezed, loving the feel of the hard flesh in her grip.  He groaned and thrust harder.

“Oh, God,” she cried.

He was so deep she could barely stand it.  But she wanted him deeper still.  She pulled his ass hard against her.  He thrust deeper, then grabbed her knees and hooked them over his shoulders.  When he thrust again, she gasped as he went impossibly deeper still.

“Oh, yes.  I’m…”

His thrust stole her breath.  She gripped his shoulders.

“I’m so close,” she continued, panting against his ear.

“Me, too, princess.”  Then he thrust deep again.

As his big cock invaded her body again and again, she began to moan.  He was so thick… so hard.  Driving her pleasure higher and higher.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned as he thrust again, her tender passage stretched.  She could feel him deep inside her.

“I’m going to come, baby.  Are you with me?” he murmured against her ear.

She nodded, dizziness throwing her senses off balance, pleasure swelling inside her like a hurricane.  Then she squeezed around him and the pleasure burst within her, propelling her over the edge, into a long, shattering freefall. She clung to him, as he continued pounding into her body, and wailed her release.

He groaned and thrust deep, his pelvis pinning her to the bed, and shuddered against her.  Her mind twirled, her body melted.  She dissolved into a vibrating mass of pure pleasure.  Humming.  Spinning.  Expanding into an ecstatic vortex.

Then fading.  She held him tight as she slowly returned to earth.  Becoming conscious of the sound of their heavy breathing filling her ears. Of the feel of his heart pounding against hers.

She rested her head against him and sighed.

That was sensational.

And she didn’t want to think beyond that.

His arms tightened around her and his lips nuzzled her temple.

As she started to doze, she felt him roll to his side, then she felt herself pulled closer against him, her head resting against his chest, the steady beat of his heart soothing her.  She sighed and faded off to sleep again.

* * *

Zane knew the moment Chelsea woke up. He’d been holding her close, her soft body snug against his. He was as close to heaven as it was possible to be.

She was his.

But as soon as she woke up, he could feel her body tense. She blinked her eyes at the bright sunlight streaming into the room—her long, dark hair, mussed around her face, glistening like a halo. Then she gazed up at him. Her brown eyes, flecked with gold, held a look of uncertainty that tore at his heart.

“Good morning,” he said.

Her cheeks flushed. “Hi.”

Silence fell between them, then she started to roll away, but he curled his arm around her and drew her back, preventing her escape.

“Going somewhere?” he asked, gathering her close to him.

“I should shower and… um… I could make breakfast.”

He smiled. “That’s very nice, but I’m not letting you go just yet.”

She gazed at him with wide eyes. For so long she had kept a distance between them, defying him at every turn, but now she looked vulnerable and confused.

“I think we should talk,” he said.

“Over breakfast?” she asked hopefully.

“No, right here.” He drew her tight to his body, her naked breasts pressing against his chest. So soft and… God, his cock ached as it swelled.

He kissed her, his lips moving on hers passionately, and though she resisted at first, soon she melted into the kiss. When he released her, her breathing was erratic and her expression dazed.

“What happened between us last night is real,” he said. “I wanted it. You wanted it. I want us both to be clear on that. Understood?”

“You’re talking to me like I’m a child.”

He smiled and his hand cupped her soft breast. The tight bud of her nipple spiked into his palm.

“Sweetheart, you’re a full grown woman. A fact I totally appreciate. Now tell me about your reservations so we can work this out.”

“I don’t know… when our parents died and you became my guardian.” She pursed her lips. “You took care of me.”

“And I want to keep on taking care of you. But not as your guardian.”

He kissed her neck, then nuzzled under her jaw. Satisfaction filled him as he heard her breathing accelerate. But she planted her hands on his shoulders and pressed him back.

Her expression filled with concern. “You know I don’t like being controlled, but that’s what you do.”