Mastered (The Enforcers 1)

He withdrew until she could feel his cock barely rimming her entrance, and then he thrust into her more powerfully than before, a gasp escaping when she realized she’d taken him to the hilt and that she could take no more of him.

This was nothing like the first time, when he’d been so exquisitely tender and gentle, taking her slowly, with reverence that had brought tears to her eyes. And then his words, about how she needed the first time with him to be the way her first time with any man should have been.

His warning that it wouldn’t always be like that hovered in her mind, because now she was getting a taste of what was to come and what being with him would entail, and it excited her, aroused her, so much that she could already feel the welcoming edge that signaled the slow climb to another orgasm.

She felt impossibly stretched, felt the burn deep inside her that blurred the nearly indecipherable line between pain and pleasure, melding the two seamlessly together until all she knew was sheer ecstasy.

“Going to ride you hard and long, Angel. And then I’m going to have that sweet mouth and then that even sweeter ass. And then I’m going to come all over you and mark you, so that you’ll know precisely who you belong to.”

She shuddered violently, mere words sending her closer and closer to another explosive orgasm. She loved the descriptive and explicit way he talked. Low and dirty but so very sexy. His words were as provocative and arousing as his touch.

He began driving into her, ruthlessly opening her to meet his powerful forward surges. His hands slid to her hips, his fingers digging deep as he held her firmly in place and then yanked her back to meet his next thrust.

Then one hand covered her bound hands while the other went to tangle in her hair, pulling hard, so that her head was lifted from the bed and she could see him, legs apart, hunched over her behind as he penetrated her deep and then remained there as he stared at her.

For a long moment, they simply shared, without words, the power of the magnetic pull between them. As if both were helpless to end it. She didn’t want it to end and judging by the brooding, determined look on his face, he felt the same as she did.

Then he closed his eyes, his big body shuddering against hers as he slowly withdrew from her aching body.

He walked around to the side of the bed and then lifted her so she was on her knees, her hands still tied behind her back. Then he got onto the bed, positioning himself so she was between his splayed thighs and his back rested against the headboard.

He pulled her down, framing her face with his hands, and positioned her mouth over his engorged erection.

“Open,” he said roughly. “But don’t move. Don’t do anything but remain how I’ve positioned you while I fuck your mouth as hard as I can.”

Bent over as she was, hands tied behind her back and Drake grasping her head, directing her movements, she had no choice but to follow his dictates.

He lowered her head once her lips parted and pushed in hard and deep, stopping at the back of her throat with a guttural groan that vibrated through his penis and into her mouth. His hands tangled in her hair, lifting it up and away from her face so he could have an unimpeded view of her sucking him off.

She wished she could see the erotic scene. Just the fact that she was giving this man so much pleasure had already reduced her to a quivering glob, her senses so heightened that she was precariously close to orgasming from the sheer act of pleasuring him.

She hummed around his enormous erection and was rewarded by another inarticulate, strangled noise erupting from his throat. She smiled around his cock and relaxed so he could have complete, unfettered access to her body and whatever he chose to do.

He swore violently, his hands and movements suddenly stilling. Alarm made her pulse ratchet up. Had she done something wrong? Had she hurt him?

As though sensing her sudden tension, he stroked a hand through her hair and tilted her chin upward enough that his cock slid most of the way out and she was able to see his expression.

“I’m close,” he admitted. “Too damn close and I’m not ready for it to be over with.”

She smiled even as her tongue performed a delicate dance around the head of his penis.

“I want that ass, Angel, but it’s going to take time to prepare you for that. I’m going to untie you because I want you to use your hands to pleasure yourself while I ready you and then especially when I get inside you so that you feel no pain.”