Winner Takes All - Book 1 (An Erotic Romance) (4 page)

"Damien?"

Sasha had never been restrained like this before. She
panted in rising fear despite the intense wetness flooding her body,
contradicting her anxiety. Her body wanted this.

He paused for a moment, blue eyes on her face. Suit
unwrinkled and sitting perfectly on his body as if he was on his way to a board
meeting. He leaned over, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand, a
gentle touch that immediately calmed her. She licked her lips, blinking up into
his face. He watched her until he was satisfied that she was calm. Then he
stood back to admire what he had done.

Sasha felt completely open and vulnerable. Her legs were
pulled wide and cuffed apart, her sex dripping and open for him to do whatever
he wanted. Damien stared hungrily between her legs as if he longed to eat her.
Sasha trembled at the thought. Her hips moved against the bed, shoving back
into the mattress as she whimpered in need. She felt the wetness of her desire
leak down between the cheeks of her bottom, dripping to the bed under her. She
was so wet for him!

"Touch me. Please!" she whimpered. “I’m begging
you. Please.”

The corner of his mouth tilted up as he appeared to
consider something for a moment; then he began undressing, taking off the suit,
one piece at a time then laying each item of clothing across a nearby chair.
Soon he was naked too, his cock thick and hard, jutting up from a thatch of
blond hair to touch his belly.

Sasha's eyes widened at the size of him. No wonder he had
been stretching her with his fingers, preparing her for the size of his massive
cock. She trembled again as he knelt once again between her legs. For a moment,
he only watched, coolly dissecting her with his eyes as if his cock wasn’t
throbbing to be touched against her hip. Then he came to her.

Damien stroked her throat, leaving quivering sensation in
his wake. He touched the line between her breasts, down to her belly, his
caresses light and teasing. It seemed he was intent on learning every part of
her he could reach by touch. Stroking the muscles of her arms, her shoulders,
her ribs, but deliberately avoiding her nipples, her fat and glistening
clitoris, the slit of her soaked and empty sex.

He touched her until she moaned from arousal then need,
then frustration, each stroke of his fingers lifting her desire higher and
higher until she was begging him, pleading with him to take her, anywhere he
wanted. However he wanted. She was blind and dumb to everything but the feel of
him, the press of his cock against her hip, his heavy breathing in her ear.

Her nipples were swollen and aching, hard pebbles of
need. His breath hovered over them, misting the hungry flesh but he did not
kiss them, did not suck them. When she tried to move up in the bed and thrust
her nipples into his mouth, he moved deftly back out of her reach then
continued his assault until she was crying with want, the tears dripping down
the sides of her face. Sasha squeezed her eyes tightly shut, convinced she was
going to die from desire, burn from the inside out from want of him. She pulled
at the handcuffs until the scraped her wrists. Begging him to take her. To put
her out of this misery of fleshly want.

“Do you want something from me?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Tell me.” He pressed a palm between her legs and she
almost fell apart. “Tell me, Sasha.”

“I want you to fuck me!” she cried out, repeating the
words, gasping them, moaning them all the while tugging her wrists against the
handcuffs. The chains rattled. Her body writhed in the bed.

"You're so beautiful when you beg." He pulled
his hand from her. “How could I resist you?”

He replaced his hand with the thick head of his cock. He
stroked her weeping slit with his thickness while his fingers circled her clit.
He watched her face as slowly, slowly he pushed inside her.

The pleasure of it made her cry out. "Ah!"

He stopped, his fingers on her clit making harder
circles, faster until her hips jerked on her bed from the intense sensation.
His cock slipped deeper inside, stretching her more and more. Sasha clenched
her hands. She winced at the immense size of him. He stopped his forward
movement, fingers on her slippery clit, circling. She bit her lips.

"More!"

After a watchful moment's pause, he pushed deeper inside,
the pleasure from his strokes on her clitoris easing the way until he was all
the way inside and kneeling between her spread thighs. His face was a hard
mask, transformed by want.

"You feel so good!" he gasped.

He gripped her hips, keeping her still as he began to
move, taking her slowly, rolling his hips between her thighs until the
sensation came, a fiery nectar flooding though her body. His manhood stroked
her deep inside, the movement of his hips pressing hard into her clitoris. She
panted with pleasure, in a daze from it. She was filled, the most she'd ever
been in her life. And the sweetness of it. God, the sweetness!

Sasha moved her hips in the bed, swallowing his wonderful
thickness as he took her, stroking her deeply. The sweat dripped from her as he
made her feel things she'd never felt before. Pure bliss.

She thought it couldn’t get any better. It just couldn't.
Then he settled even more between her thighs, pressing his body down into hers
to put his mouth on her breasts.

“Oh my God!”

He sucked her nipples and bit them while his hardness
slammed between her thighs. She cried out his name, clenching her fists,
wishing she could touch him as he was touching her. A fireball of sensation
flared in her belly.

"Come for me, Sasha," he gasped against her
breasts. "Come."

She bucked in the bed under him, slashed through with
delight, the lightning of satisfaction flaring through her, dragging loud cries
from her throat again and again. His hips sped up, pounding her even harder
into the mattress, slamming into her sex, against her clitoris slamming another
orgasm into her. She felt him follow after her, his body jerking into hers. His
breath chuffed into her throat; a harsh groan fell from him.

For a moment, they lay there together, panting in the
aftermath. Damien's hand tenderly cupping the back of her head. He lifted his
eyes to meet hers.

"Yes?"

She nodded, unable to speak yet, the breath still coming
harshly from between her lips.

He briefly closed his eyes. Relief. Then, slowly, he
pulled his body from hers, his softening manhood. Tenderly, he unlocked the
handcuffs, kissing each wrist, each ankle. He tossed the cuffs back in the
drawer and drew her against him, settled the covers over them. In moments, she
was asleep.

Sasha moaned softly and rolled over in the bed. She
wriggled against the sheets, against the incredibly warm body at her back.  A
sigh of contentment left her throat. Then a deeper sound came behind her, a
masculine groan. Hands touched her from behind, caressing her breasts, slipping
down to fumble between her thighs. Already wet from a dream—was it a dream?—she
opened her legs, sighing when the fingers delved into her sex, collecting moisture
to lave her clitoris.

The fingers circled her swelling bud and Sasha opened her
legs wider. A sweetness began in her as the fingers pinched her slippery clit
then pulled back the hood to massage the center of her passion in earnest. She
moaned and circled her hips, feeling a hardness behind her, another body ready
for satisfaction. Sasha tilted her ass up, inviting her lover to pierce her
with his cock and slake their mutual morning desire.

A broad crown of her lover’s cock nudged her entrance
from the back as his fingers continued to stimulate her clitoris. Her body was
drowning in pleasure.

“Your pussy feels so good!” The words puffed into the
back of her neck as the hard cock slid over her lower lips, sliding into her
into her one millimeter at a time. A hand tightened on her hip. Her sex opened
eagerly to swallow her lover’s shaft….

Wait! This isn’t a dream.

Sasha’s eyes flew open. She pulled away from the seeking
fingers, from the penis inching into her, even though her body was not pleased
at all with that decision. She ignored what her body wanted as she sat up in
the bed, stared in panic around the unfamiliar place. The lover behind her
groaned in disappointment.

What? Where am I?

A massive bedroom with a fireplace at one end and an
incredible wall of windows at the other. A man behind her. Sleepy blue eyes,
tousled blond hair, a wickedly smiling mouth. He dropped a hand to his
hardness, stroking it with a faint plea in his face while Sasha watched. Damien
Taylor.

Oh my God!

The night flooded back to her. Damien’s hands on her
skin, the thickness of his cock filling her, bringing her satisfaction over and
over again while she moaned underneath him and yanked at the handcuffs keeping
her captive. Her fucking boss! The man who had the power to ruin her career if
what happened between them came out. What the hell was she thinking last night?

But she hadn’t been thinking. She’d been feeling. With
the help of the champagne, she had thrown her inhibitions to the wind and
reached out for what she wanted. Which happened to be Damien Taylor. After
she’d made that first move, he completely took her over, whisking her to his
bedroom where he chained her up and fucked her like it was the last night of
their lives. She shivered with the memory of it.

In the bed, Damien muttered something and reached out for
her. She could help but notice he reached out with the same hand that had been
stroking his cock. Sasha froze for an instant, overcome by the sudden urge to
lick that hand, to crawl back into the bed and into his lap. She wanted him to
take her again. Instead, she leapt away, slipping from the bed to find her
clothes. She grabbed them up, quickly pulled on her bra and panties, her dress,
gripping her heels in her trembling hands.

"Don't go." Damien's voice rumbled from the
bed. "Stay here with me. Finish what we started." He touched his cock
again.

Sasha turned to look at him. Sleep rumpled, he was
impossibly sexy. Blue eyes half-closed, his muscled body bathed in the golden
morning light, his erection thick and proud as it nudged his belly. He was
absolute temptation in the flesh.

Would it be so bad if she went back into his arms? He was
warm and hard, and in those moments before she'd truly known where she was,
Sasha had felt safe with him. But safety was an illusion. She knew that better
than anyone. If Damien Taylor wanted, he could fire her. He could tell the
other jockeys that she had slept within him, in one moment ruining the
professional reputation she'd built for herself over the past four years. The
Derby win would mean nothing. Her pulse thundered in her ears as panic swamped
her.

You idiot!

She stared at Damien again who lay in the bed watching
her, his eyes still clouded from sleep. He repeated his invitation for her to
stay, this time sitting up in the bed, shoved a hand roughly through his hair.

“Last night was good for both of us,” he said in a voice
still gritty from sleep. “Spend the morning with me. I’ll make you breakfast
and introduce you to my horses.” A smile touched the corner of his mouth.

At the mention of horses, Sasha flinched. Thinking once
again about the shaky position of her career as a jockey with Taylor Stables or
anywhere else if word ever came about her spending the night in Damien Taylor’s
bed.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I shouldn't have
done this. Coming here with you last night was a mistake." Sasha shook her
head, sending her loose hair flying around her face and shoulders. "This
can't happen again."

Damien’s eyes narrowed. “Sasha—”

Before he could say anything else, she quickly turned and
left, dashing from the bedroom and down the stairs. She almost ran into a woman
in a maid's uniform, stopping her headlong dash at the last minute to avoid
knocking her down.