The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo [Masters of Submission 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) by Jan Bowles Page B

very essence of her femininity into his mouth, sending her headlong toward a pleasure-induced overload.
    Oh God, he feels so good . However much she tried to stop them, a succession of preorgasmic whimpers began to tumble from her lips. She closed her eyes, savoring every exquisite, tortured moment, as his tongue worked its magic, sending her closer and closer to ecstasy. On the very edge of orgasm, she felt compelled to shout out his name, “Tyler.”
    He abruptly stopped the sexual onslaught of her pussy by taking his head and more importantly his tongue from between her legs.
    “Damn you, Tyler Stone. You knew I was close.”
    “And you must know I’m in control.”
    Facedown on the hard, unyielding stairs, and with her breasts crushed by her own weight, her breathing felt fast and furious and echoed all around her. Tyler sure knew how to play her. Now supine and spread-eagled, she was his for the taking.
    After a short lull, she felt his large yet sensitive hands slowly begin to massage her ass cheeks. Each circular sweep of his fingers calmed her yet excited her, too, because she knew there was more to come.
    “Fact.” His rich baritone washed warmly over her. “Actions have consequences. By acting so provocatively as you climbed the stairs, you slipped, and you now find yourself in a compromised position.” He planted a soft kiss on her right butt cheek. “So, Becca, are you a good girl or a naughty girl?”
    Rebecca sighed contentedly as he feathered a series of kisses on her butt and lower back. His tongue snaked out and caressed her sensitized flesh, causing pulses of sexual electricity to shoot along every nerve ending.
    “Oh, I’m a good girl who sometimes needs a firm hand.”
    “I think you’re right.” He dotted butterfly kisses on her shoulders. “This is your reward for being a good girl.”
    “Thank you.”
    “And as a further reward, I’m going to…”
    Rebecca knew he’d deliberately cut the sentence short and waited expectantly. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him to thrust that huge cock of his deep between her pussy lips. She wanted him to take her on the stairs. Now. She raised her butt high in the air in a brazen attempt to encourage him.
    He laid his body over hers and tenderly brushed the hair from her face before peppering tiny kisses on her neck. All the time his warm breath flowed across her sensitive flesh. “I want you.”
    “I need you to want me, and I want you, too,” she meekly replied. She breathed in, and her mouth remained open, and as she waited for the beautiful inevitability of their union, she shivered in glorious anticipation. “Please.” She couldn’t help but sound desperate for Tyler, because he was so fucking beautiful and sexy.
    “Do I need protection, Becca?”
    She shook her head. “No. I’m good.” It hurt her to even think it, but there was no way she could ever become pregnant.
    “I want you so much.” Tyler’s caring words lifted her from her melancholy, and she forced the unpleasant memories from her mind.
    She felt his cock probing the entrance to her pussy, barely dipping into her honeyed arousal, making her moan with frustration. “Please, don’t tease me,” she murmured softly.
    Tyler clamped his hands over hers, pinning them to the stair tread above her head. She adored the way his hard, warm body melded so perfectly with hers and the way their heaving flesh fitted so intimately together, all the way from their shoulders to their thighs. For some reason she loved the way the stubble on his chin roughly chafed against her cheek. He whispered once more against her ear, “Just who is the real Rebecca Miles? The one waiting so patiently to be fucked beneath me, or the demure woman I see at Cerberus Technology every day?”
    “I’m both, but the one you see here is more exciting.”
    “Ah, I see, so right now you’re the same woman I saw at Club Submission?”
    “Yes.”
    “I will now reward you for your honesty.” He