Dahlia's Kiss

My cell buzzed in my pocket, and I hit the button to silence it. I looked at the screen, recognized Sterling’s number and declined the call. Taking it a step further, I turned the phone off altogether and slipped it back into my pocket.

Circling the island, Drake put his hands on my shoulders and began to press away the knots. His thumbs dug into my flesh painfully, but rhythmically, and soon I felt my body relaxing under his touch. “You’re a bundle of nerves. Relax for me, Dahlia.”

His mouth touched my throat, and I tilted my head to grant his access.

His fingers worked me, relieving my stress and igniting the Succubus desire within me. I squeezed my legs closed, feeling the fabric against my most delicate part. There was still pain there from the beating I’d taken earlier by Sterling and Damian. Hell, it hadn’t even been a full twenty-four hours since Drake had bent me over his desk, but I was ready for more.

“Come on,” he crooned. “Let’s get you out of these ridiculous clothes.” He took my hand and led me to the carpeted stairs. People still put carpet on stairs? My mind wandered, struggling to focus on the here and now. Drake took the lead, and I was drawn back to reality when I saw his perfect ass in the expensive running suit pants before me.

He took me to his master suite and turned the taps to the hot tub sized bath, dumping an ample supply of bubble bath into the cascading water. “Men keep bubble bath next to their tubs?” I asked.

“Men who invite women over do.”

“Fair enough.”

He ran the water over his wrist until it reached the proper temperature then turned his attention to me. He patted his thigh and smiled. “Come here, Dahlia.”

Gripping the bottom edge of my t-shirt, he gently pulled it over my head and tossed it to the floor. He kissed the space between my breasts, cupping both mounds and massaging gently through my bra. “For some reason, I never imagined you in something so plain. Whenever I think about you, you’re always in some kind of lacy, or leathery lingerie. Never a regular old push-up. You’re still gorgeous, though. Nothing could take away from that.”

I didn’t know if that was a compliment, or a diss to my wardrobe, but I was too tired to care. The falling water sounded like music to my ears, and his soft caresses were undoing me. My bra snapped free from his adept fingers, and I let it fall down my arms. He grabbed it and tossed it away like it was garbage and it offended him. My jeans were next. The button was undone, and they were down my legs before I knew what was happening. Is this what shock was? I felt outside of myself, like I was a stranger looking in. When his tongue ran up my slit, I shivered.

Darke stood and turned off the water. There was a frothy mass of bubbles breaching the lip of the deep tub. It smelled so good. Whatever he’d put in the water was making my head spin. Lifting me with one hand on my back, and one behind my knees, he settled me into the water, soaking his sleeves as he did so. Once I was comfortable, he pulled the wet shirt off and added it to the pile in the corner. His stomach was a washboard of perfect abs. His chest was well-defined from hours spent lifting. I loved his smooth skin, the absence of body hair making him so kissable. I wanted to touch him, but he moved away.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“Just getting something. Don’t worry.” He returned a second later with a loofah and dunked it beneath the foam. He proceeded to wash every inch of me. Methodically, he cleaned my flesh, and I felt my tension and worry washing away with the grime. “How do you feel? Better?”

“Umhmm,” I mumbled with my eyes closed. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” He bent in and kissed me. I could still taste the wine on his tongue. Cherries. Delicious. “Are you ready for bed?”

“Bed?” I asked.

“You can’t stay in the tub forever. You’re pruning, and the water is getting cold.”

I hadn’t noticed.

I took his hand when he held it out to me, and he pulled the lever on the spout, allowing the water to flow down the drain. I was wrapped in a fluffy white towel, and Drake took me into his arms, carrying me to the huge king-sized bed in the attached bedroom.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered if Sterling was panicking that he couldn’t get hold of me. I wondered if he’d gone back to my apartment and found it locked up tight. I was probably going to catch hell for this tomorrow.

Drake’s pants were on the floor, and that magnificent cock stood at attention.

I held my arms out, and he climbed over my body, settling himself against my chest. His mouth found mine, gentle at first, but gaining momentum. “Hard or soft?” he whispered. I knew what he meant. Drake liked to fuck hard. He didn’t make love. I was honored that he gave me the choice. I weighed my options and a good, hard fucking seemed to be what I needed. It would take my mind off everything better than a slow caress ever could.

I met his eyes. He stared back, a dog waiting for his master’s command. “Do what you do best, Drake. Make me forget today. The harder, the better.”

He growled in response.

He mounted my face, shoving his girth into my throat until I choked around his immense size. Pinning my hands to my sides, he filled me until his balls settled on my chin and held his position until I gasped for breath.

“Like this?” he asked as I sputtered.

“More.”

He choked me as he fucked my mouth, bringing me to the brink of passing out, then releasing me. My head swam with delirium. The room didn’t feel real any more. My breasts burned from where he slapped them, my nipples were on fire from his pinches. “I’m going to fuck you. You’re going to spread your legs and let me inside you like a good girl, or I will punish you. Do you understand?”

I nodded, picking up on his game. When he scooted down between my thighs, I slammed them closed, denying him access.

“Oh, you want to be bad, I see.” He grabbed my thighs and flipped me onto my stomach, my small frame no match against his strength. His hand came down on my backside hard, much harder than he’d ever struck me before. My bottom jumped from the pain and a squeal came from my mouth. “Who told you to make noise?” He smacked the other cheek with just as much force.

“Drake!” I cried his name, begging for him to fill me, but he did no such thing.

“Spread your legs. Now,” he demanded.

When I did, I felt his hand slap my sex. On instinct, I tried to close my thighs to prevent further assault, but he inserted his knees between them to prevent that from happening. He pinched my clitoris hard and smacked the mound again. My juices flowed in earnest now, and I was dying to be ridden.

“Please, I need it so bad!”

Drake pulled me up from my kneeling position and flopped down on his back. “If you want to cum, you have to work for it.” He guided my hips to his face, where he encouraged me to lower my pussy onto his face. His mouth opened, and he sucked my labia inside, biting down on the tender flesh. I began to move my hips, feeling the delicious warmth and the intense pull of his sucking. Bracing myself on the headboard, I ground myself into him, coating his face with my slickness.

His eyes were closed, and he sucked with all his might, grasping my hips and holding me to him. The sight pushed me over the edge. My rhythm broke, my body arched, and my pussy exploded into convulsions that wracked my frame. Drake wouldn’t allow me to stop. He forced my hips back into their back-and-forth motion. The sensation was overwhelming, my body far too sensitive to keep up the pace. I pleaded for mercy and received none.

Just when I could take no more, Drake threw me off of him and slammed his cock into me. Stars erupted behind my eyes. The pain was damn near intolerable. But he slammed into me, again and again. At the last moment, I opened my senses and allowed myself to feed. His orgasm ripped a moan from his mouth that I’d never heard from another human male. His thrusts became uncoordinated as he exploded, sharp, jerking motions forcing his semen deeper inside of me.

When he finally collapsed on top of me, his heart rate was erratic, and his breath came in a pant.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered. “I’ve never come like that in my life. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were some kind of Succubus or something.”

I sucked in a breath.