Overcome (Hidden Pleasures, #1) (2 page)

The hall carpet gave way to that of her room as she retreated. She spun on her heel, embarrassed and humiliated. What had she been doing, anyway? The guy had just had his dick in her roommate’s mouth. Shouldn’t that be an immediate turn off? She was sick, masturbating while imaging Shea getting fucked. Something was wrong with her.

The cool doorknob filled her palm and she moved to slam the door in his face, but he caught the slab with one hand.

“Ronnie.” The sound of her name on his lips arrested her. He hadn’t spoken above a whisper. He didn’t have to. Her juices flowed out and coated her pussy. Hot breath fanned over the back of her neck and he gripped her by the hips.

“How do you know my name?”

“Shea said her roommate was a sexy, submissive, little redhead who needed a good fuck.” The hard press of his cock against her ass sent her imagination into over drive. It would be so much more satisfying to be filled with his dick than her vibrator. “You fit the description.”

She shuddered and shook her head no. A knot filled her throat and she cringed. Holy shit. She could barely breathe, frozen in his grasp. The embarrassment she should be feeling got burned up in the flames of her need for him. For this...command he had over her.

She needed, but she feared it. Confused...aroused....ashamed...but her nipples were harder than hell.

Maybe that was why she’d never enjoyed sex before. It’d been with people she knew. Maybe sex with a strange man would be better. A muscular, towering stranger who commanded her. Ordered her.

“Mmmm.” He burrowed his fingers into her hips almost hard enough to hurt. “These hips were made for fucking. I like that.” The silk soft skin of his lips brushed her ear and she wanted him to bury his face between her thighs and lick her pussy. No one had ever done that before. Used their tongue on her clit. She shivered and leaned into his mouth. He puffed air over her lobe and licked the rim. “When I’m balls deep in your pussy, and I will be, I can grip these hips, push deeper, make you take every inch of my dick inside. I bet you’re inexperienced, aren’t you. Practically a virgin.”

He traced the waistband of her panties with his right hand and slipped the left one under the edge of her T-shirt. Heat skittered over her skin and she swayed. The long, hard, line of his rigid dick ground into the crack of her ass. “I’ll stretch that pussy so tight, stuff it with my dick until you can’t sit down without being sore. I think you’ll like it. Being fucked. Really fucked. Fucked hard. You’ve been with little boys until now. Boys who didn’t know what you needed. How many?”

Pretending she didn’t know what he meant would be stupid. He’d know. She knew he would.

“Two.”

His dick jerked against her ass and she bit her lip, almost afraid. Shea’s mattress creaked, giggling sounded, and then the thump of her headboard bouncing off the wall started again. Loud grunts and high pitched screams filled the air.

With a move slow enough for her to move away, he slid his hand down her belly, under the thin cotton of her panties. She barely breathed. Two fingers parted her pussy lips and bumped over her clit. A tiny, involuntary squeak puffed from her lips and he nipped the skin on her neck, held on for a moment. A silent order to hold still.

He dipped the digits into her wet cunt and chuckled.

“Oh you are special. This ripe, full body. Gorgeous tits, the waist, this ass.” He thrust his fingers inside her, and pleasure raced through her. “Spread your legs.”

She widened her stance to give him more room, her knees quaking.

This was insane.

This was perfect. He was perfect. A dream come to life.

The whole thing was dirty, and wrong, and she’d never wanted anything more.

He pinched her nipple. “My name is Luis. But when we play, you will call me Sir. Would you like to play, Ronnie? I can fuck you tonight like you’ve never been fucked. I’m sure Shea has told you all about the club.” Her pulse raced and he ground his cock into her ass with a slow circular motion. He leaned over her shoulder enough for her to see his face. “Or we can have more. I think you’d like more.”

A game where she called him Sir... Oh, he was definitely a Dom.

This is unreal. Who just happens to find a sexy as hell man in the hallway outside their room? I’m either the luckiest woman ever, or he’s a serial killer.

Shea had told her stories about the men and women of the club. The Doms were the ones that took control and doled out pleasure or punishment as they saw fit. The type of man she wanted in her deepest, darkest fantasies.

Something inside her calmed with each of his touches. The commanding tone was even better.

She nodded, both hands clutching his forearm as he finger fucked her. Later she’d worry about her sanity, but now she could only ride the wave as he played with her pussy.

Because he’d given her a choice. He’d asked her to play.

And she’d nodded yes.

“Choose a word. A word to stop me. A word you’d never use in sex. You can tell me ‘no’ all you want, you can beg and cry and scream. In fact, I hope you do.” A new flow of her cum coated him and he groaned. “Oh, you like that idea. Just remember, our game continues until I hear the word.”

He withdrew his fingers, left her pussy grasping at emptiness, and circled her clit.

“Uh—” A safe word? She wanted him to finger fuck her. She squeezed his arm and he stopped playing with her clit, let her panties snap against her tummy.

“Do it, or I stop.” In one quick, rough jerk, he yanked her shirt over her head. Shea moaned over and over through the wall, and the smacks of the headboard intensified.

He grabbed both of her tits and smashed them together. The large circles of her areolas disappeared under his hands. “Pick a word, any word. I’m going to titty fuck you, and every time my dick comes near your mouth, you’re going to suck it into your mouth. I’m going to come all over your tongue, your tits, your chin. You’ll like that, having my cum all over you.”

A thrill chased over her. He was right. She wanted it. The glide of his cock, the weight of him pinning her down, the dominance of the act.

She sagged into his torso. “Freckles.”

The word dropped from her mouth without conscious thought, into the room, and filled a void she hadn’t been aware she’d carried. She realized with the word spoken, she’d put her trust in this man, and admitted aloud what she wanted.

She wanted to be owned. For her body to belong to someone else. For someone else to take responsibility for her pleasure and lead her. To have choice and thought removed.

“Our game begins now. The rules are simple. I am in charge. If you want me to stop at any time, use your safe word. I won’t stop for anything else, except the word ‘red.’ You do what I say, when I say...or I’ll spank your ass.”

She nodded and wondered if he did this often. Picked up strange women in bars or their hallways and dominated them. She didn’t really care. Her gaze focused on the floor, the authority in his tone sent chills across her. Anticipation.

“Say it aloud. Say, ‘Luis, I want you to fuck me.’” He grabbed the left side of her panties with both hands and ripped them apart. She gasped, shocked by the sudden violence in the move. The right side gave way next with a loud pop.

Naked now in front of him, she moved to cover her breasts.

“Say the words, Ronnie.”

Frozen caramel might as well be in her mouth. She tried to open it to speak and closed it again. Open. Closed. “I want....I want you to...fuck me.”

The last words were barely above a whisper. But he rewarded her with a  warm toned “Good sub.”

The heat of his mouth brushed across her temples.

“In my presence, when we play, you are never, ever to wear panties. I want access to your pussy without them in my way.”

Vague awareness that the noise from next door had stopped crept in, but she was focused on what he’d do next.

What Sir would do to her.

What he’d make her to do him.

Her legs wobbled.

“Clamp your thighs tight and hold your panties in place.”

No problem there. Her thighs rubbed together anyway. The heat of his body pressed to her back disappeared and she turned to peek over her shoulder. The blue light from her wireless router lit the room brightly, even as he closed the door and cut out the light from the hallway.

A huge tattoo covered most of his back and shoulders. Muscles moved under his gorgeous tan skin. What was he doing with her? Shea had a much better figure. He’d said he liked her hips, but she didn’t think she bought it. Men this good looking didn’t go for women like her.

He caught her looking and frowned. “Face front. No moving unless I tell you to.”

A lock of her red hair floated down over her eye and she ducked her head. The sight of his body, each muscle bunched and corded captivated her. She wanted to lick him.

He stopped next to her and ran his fingertips down her spine to her ass crack. She tensed, waited, butterflies rioting in her stomach. Would he go farther? Did she want him to?

The width of his thick finger delved down between her cheeks and he pressed on the pucker of her ass.

“Don’t you drop those panties.”

She shuddered and clenched her fists, unsure of what to do. This was dirty. Naughty. So wrong. And so, so right. His finger tip breached her, a sting of pain and a strange popping sensation gave way to radiating tingles of pleasure. She squirmed, fought not to move even though she wanted to rock on his probing finger and take it deeper. He steadied her with his free hand on her belly.

“Hold still. You’ve never done this before, have you?”

She shook her head no.

The movement at her asshole stopped. “Say it aloud. Say, ‘I’ve never had anal sex before, but I like it when you finger my ass, Sir.’”

Her mouth dropped open, but she couldn’t speak. He shifted his position until he stood more behind her and swatted her, once, hard.

Pain radiated from the slap. “Ow, what—”

“I told you to do something.” He twisted the front of her panties in his free hand and scissored them up between her lips by holding on to the back of them with his other. The material rubbed her clit, and he towed them back and forth. “Say it.”

“I have never had anal sex before, but I...I like...I like....” She whimpered and closed her eyes.

“Say it.” The cotton fell away and he flicked his finger back and forth over her.

An orgasm coiled in her tummy and she shook.

He stopped. “Say the words and I’ll let you come.”

“I’ve never had anal sex before but I like it when you finger my ass, Sir.” The last words rushed from her mouth and she bit her lip.

“Good girl.” The wide, full lips she’d admired in the hall latched onto hers and he plunged his tongue into her mouth. Aggression, lust, command overwhelmed her, until she responded back, tangling her tongue with his.

He released her mouth, withdrew the finger in her ass, and extracted the panties from between her legs with a slow pull. “Go get on the bed. I want you face down with your ass in the air.”

Fear wormed its way in and she couldn’t move her legs. He studied her face and stroked her hair.

“Don’t worry pretty girl. No anal sex today. Now, go get on the bed or I’ll be forced to spank that lily white ass of yours.”

A tiny voice inside her whispered it might be fun to disobey. To take a spanking. After the shock and pain of the slap he’d given her, she’d wanted more. She liked it.

Her vibe was still on the bed. She should hide it. But what if he wanted to use it...

Oh God yes. Let him use it on me.

The comforter, sheets, and pillows were in disarray from her earlier masturbation session. Nevertheless she clambered up and got on her hands and knees.

And waited. On display.

The whisper of cloth moving filled her ears and she wondered if he’d taken his jeans off. She wanted to see him naked. But if she looked, he’d smack her ass. Maybe she should look anyway.

The mattress dipped when he climbed up behind her. “I have a condom on. But I’m clean. You may look if you want.”

She craned her neck to get a glimpse of what she’d been feeling against her ass or hip for the last several minutes and gasped. His dick was huge. Thick and long.

There was no way she could handle the thing. A smug grin stretched his face and he filled both of his palms with her cheeks. “Nervous?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” He smacked her ass. Hard.

“Yes, Sir.”

A low hum of approval was her reward.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be ready.” He plunged three fingers into her pussy and fucked her with them. “Drop your head down to your pillow.”

Her heart pounded until it might burst and she fought the urge to rock back and forth to meet his fingers. The wet glide of his tongue over her clit as he fingered her surprised her and she jerked away, then settled back, thirsty for more. God it felt even better than she’d fantasized it would. He licked her clit and sucked it hard, lapped at it while his fingers pounded her. He wet his thumb and popped it into her ass. The white-hot pulse of sensation flared through her and she groaned.

“God yes. More. More. Please more.” The sheets crumpled in her fists and pleasure surged from her cunt to her tits and through every vein.

“Come on my face. Come Ronnie.” He buried his mouth on her body, licking her pussy lips and fucking her hard. Delight flowed from her ass and clit, the friction in her pussy drove her mad as her muscles clenched on him.

Orgasm shook her, and he gave her no time to recover. He plowed his cock into her with a deep plunge that sent her flat onto her belly.

“Big. You’re too big.” Stuffed full of cock, her muscles clenched and grabbed at him, and she fought the urge to kick him away.

“You can handle it.” The bite of his fingers burrowed into her hips and he withdrew slowly before he slammed into her pussy, stretching her, his balls slapping her clit.

He hadn’t even been all the way inside her the first time.

For the first time she was being truly fucked.

She loved it. The burn as he shoved his way into her, the pain of his cock reaching her end, the bruising grip he had on her....