Breathless: Edge Of Submission

Katelyn Skye

Published by Katelyn Skye

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Copyright © 2013 Katelyn Skye

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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Chapter One

The night she met Lucas Edge, everything changed.

Alyssa Fox had written endless chapters about passion and its sharp, spicy whip. She was loved for her adventurous heroines, women who would stand on the brink of the world to face their deepest, darkest desires.

In reality, Alyssa never hoped to be anything like those women. That was until Luke came into her life.

“Look at me.”

His voice, deep and stirring, broke her out of her reverie. Her eyes popped open to meet the piercing orbs of his grey gaze. He was so beautiful. Everything about him…was beautiful.

Dark hair as black as coal that was thick and cut in stylish waves. A square face, all angles and handsomely carved. A nose like a blade, and lips like sin itself: curvy with a manly clip to them. Damnably kissable and very hard to resist. He only had to kiss her with those lips once and she would do anything he wanted.

His body was trim and hard-packed in the shoulders and chest, and he had a tall, proportionate frame. Greek god in the flesh, it was hard to believe any woman could ever say ‘no’ to a man like him. Alyssa certainly had never been able to. Not from the very beginning.

Alyssa’s arms strained against her cuffs, and she whimpered, wishing she could break free and wrap her arms around him. Even her ankles were in restraints. Naked and spread out before him, all she really could do was gaze into his arrestingly handsome face.

He was still fully dressed, his white dress shirt opened at the throat and in sharp contrast to his deeply tanned skin. His snug-fitting black pants stretched on his powerful looking hips as he settled down on his side next to her.

His head was propped on one hand while the other reached to cup her left breast with a possessive, warm and tingling touch. Alyssa felt even more vulnerable with him still in his clothes while she was nude and bound hand and foot to the bed – his bed.

She would never have thought this moment possible. That a man like him – powerful, beautiful and sexually thrilling, would want a woman like her.

“Tonight, Alyssa, you will give your body to me in the way you’ve never given another man,” he told her factually, while his fingers toyed with a nipple and caused it to become a beady, hungry peak. Alyssa was panting, her breath soft and short. Deep within her apex, she dripped. Soon she would be nothing but a puddle and a mass of quivers, she knew.

In his hand, her breast grew heavy and proud with passion. She wanted this man so much. Wanted to be claimed in totality by him. To give herself fully; whatever he asked was his. Every inch of her, in every way she could give him pleasure, Alyssa would do so.

“No part of you should be denied me,” he continued, his eyes casting down to follow the path of his fingers which now shifted from her breast to her concave stomach and then to rest on her smooth-shaven mound, the soft petals already budding and glistening with heat and moisture. He cupped her sex and Alyssa let out a long, whispery whimper. Just one touch, and her pussy plumped and pulsed, each muscle within beginning to throb as that large, knowing hand pressed over her aching core.

He spoke again and his voice was like silk, stroking her senses and making her purr from the inside out.

“Here, in my bed and completely in my power. This is how I dreamed it since the first time we met,” he murmured, his tone somewhat raspy. Alyssa could feel his thumb flick over her clit, and she jerked. A flash of white-hot lust shafted through her as he thumbed her clitoris with light, even teasing strokes. Her lips parted in a soundless gasp as she found herself staring into the fathomless pools of his beautiful grey eyes.

“Alyssa, my exquisite pet. Now that I have you where I want you, meek, willing and wet…I can only speculate on one last thing. I need to know if you can handle this. I need to be sure you know exactly what you’re letting yourself in for tonight. Because once it begins, sweet pet, there’s no going back.”

Oh heavens yes, Alyssa thought as her spine arched, her whole body straining against her cuffs as she pushed her eager sex into his stroking, warm and expert hand. Almost like a dream, he slipped two of the longest fingers into her pussy. With a purposeful thrust, they were buried deep. They hooked unerringly into her g-spot and slid in and out repeatedly, demandingly. Ten seconds of this, and Alyssa had the sudden urge to scream out his name and cum all over his hand. Instead, she edged her imminent orgasm as far back as she was able, telling herself: not now. Too soon.

And instead, she licked on her suddenly parched lips, her eyes pinned to his as she told him softly but clearly, “I’m ready.”

* * * *

The night she met Lucas Edge had a hint of magic in it.

People who really knew Alyssa were well aware she wasn’t a fan of crowds, or social engagements. She was quite the private soul and would be quite happy cloistered at home, with family or close friends. She was far from a boring individual or a loner, but she was never comfortable among strangers especially if she was to be the center of attention.

It was some kind of awards slash charity party playing host to several notable movie stars, corporate moguls and other big industry players. It was the most glamorous event Alyssa had ever been present at and she owed it to her recent rise to fame.

Alyssa had always been a writer but it had been nothing more than a hobby. Last year, she’d been working in advertising as a well-paid copywriter. In her spare time, she took herself to another plane and wrote racy stories that could only come from her imagination and certainly not from experience. At age twenty seven, Alyssa was still very much a retiring flower when it came to the matters of men. A couple of long-term relationships in the past had been nothing to write home about. They had provided stability and emotional comfort at the time but were never anything adventurous or memorable enough in the sex department.

Now that she was single, in her stories her body could fly away, swept on the clouds by a handsome stranger. She’d always secretly hoped to be published but had never dreamed of the success that followed her first offering.

She’d sent it to the publishers after months of procrastination. To her utter amazement and delight, her work was on sale within the two months that followed. And since then there was no going back.

Now a popular and favorite author of women’s erotic fiction, Alyssa had written a handful of explicitly sensual tales of dashing, dominant males and the wildly desirable and inspirational heroines. From young women just exploring their sexuality, to working moms and housewives, Alyssa’s work appealed to all types, and yes, she even had a number of male fans as well. Never would she ever have dreamed one such fan would be the likes of Lucas Edge, enigmatic and darkly handsome bad boy billionaire entrepreneur.

Not that seeing him in the light of a ‘fan’ was strictly accurate. It went beyond that to something far more intricately evolved. Alyssa would learn much later that he’d heard of her work within his circle of friends and inquisitiveness had found him taking up a tome to discover what the fuss was about. A few chapters in, he told her, and he was compelled to consider the possibility of somehow meeting the mysterious writer behind the spicy contents.

At first it was mere curiosity, he told her soon after. But once they met; once he’d looked into her eyes and they’d spoken for the first time, Lucas Edge wanted only one thing from Alyssa Fox.

And that one thing was…everything.

*

“Oh dear me, who’s that handsome devil?”

Alyssa had a small tilted smile on her lips as her sister’s voice became hushed and breathless. But then Alyssa felt the ground tilt when she turned in the direction her sister Pam indicated with her eyes, and saw him.

Alyssa barely heard Janice laugh as she too, glanced round and viewed the tall, distinguishably dressed man who walked in with an equally eye-catching woman on his arm. His tux was impeccably cut, and his looks were arresting enough to warrant a second and third look. To be honest, Alyssa couldn’t help but stare. He was fucking gorgeous.

Alyssa wrote about leading men all the time. Excruciatingly handsome, pussy-drenching men who walked into a room and made everything else fade into the mist. Alyssa created such perfections on a regular basis but never believed she’d ever see one in person. A man who could steal your breath and make you wish you had a genie to magic him in moments to your bed, ready to ravish you to your heart’s content.

“Oh my God,” Alyssa whispered.

“Indeed,” Janice Potter, her agent, murmured with humor still lacing her voice. “Lucas Edge, sought after yet highly unattainable. A billionaire entrepreneur and corporate takeover mastermind. I’m surprised you’ve never heard of him, Pam.”

Lucas Edge and his companion were already flanked by other important-looking guests, and it was smiles all round as these people of power conversed, drank and mingled. Alyssa wanted to look away but couldn’t. The way he held his head, his presence and just everything about him struck her from afar. How come she’d never heard of him, either? Well, maybe it was no surprise since Alyssa was never interested in much outside her own tight circle. She was regretting that more and more in the past several months and especially now. There was a whole world out there and she’d sheltered herself from it for so long. And now it was affecting even her work.

For the past two months, Alyssa had been struggling with her latest offering. Well behind schedule, she was finding it harder to create the dreamy and dark stories that were now so popular in its genre. In the beginning, it had been so easy to churn out the needed titles. Now a year since her rise to fame began, Alyssa had reached her dry spell. There was a time when meeting publishers’ deadlines had been no problem at all. Now, inspiration was wearing thin and it was making even Janice, her agent jittery. She advised Alyssa that it was vital to stay in season, as she put it. Alyssa was doing her best but the truth remained that stimulation in any form was lacking in her current attempts at a new book.

Well, she had her stimulation right here.

There he was, right across the room. Seemingly unaware of her gaze, yet making her feel that he had to somehow sense what she was feeling, even with so much distance between them. How could he not have an inkling of their kinetic relativity? Her whole body thrummed for him, and it seemed to Alyssa that if he could just look her way, he would feel it too.

Janice went on providing more details about the man in question, and Alyssa could tell her sister was glowing with interest. Pam was barely twenty-three, fresh out of college and working on an internship in her chosen field of Microbiology. Like Alyssa, she wasn’t the social butterfly but knew how to have fun when needful. Both sisters were brunettes, though Pam was just that much taller and thinner. They could easily be taken for twin sisters because even with hardly any make up on, Alyssa looked pretty younger than her twenty-seven years.

Tonight, the glamor of the event had called for more effort with her attire and she’d taken Janice’s advice to splurge on a fashionable outfit, stylish hair and some killer heels. Alyssa felt immensely glad now that she’d taken the effort. Already, there’d been so many photos taken of her and she’d given a few interviews for articles discussing her most popular books and the prospect of a new title soon. It had all been exciting, seeing so many celebs around and being recognized herself. And yet all that paled next to the thrill of being in the same room with Lucas Edge, being able to look at him and just drink in the sight of such masculine beauty incarnated.

Janice tapped her arm to draw her attention back to them and Alyssa had to snap out of it, turning to Janice quizzically. “Lucas Edge hardly enjoys such engagements, but tonight he’s made an exception. As it happens, I’ve been expecting him to arrive all evening. I’m sure you’d be interested in knowing the reason.”

Janice had that wicked smile on her face that made her dyed red hair give her somewhat of a devilish look. “He wishes to meet you, Alyssa.”

Chapter Two

Alyssa could hardly believe Janice’s words, but it turned out to be fact. It seemed almost like a mirage to see him making his way through the crowd right to where she stood with Pam, who looked ready to swoon. Moments later he was there, his companion hitched to him like she wished to be conjoined to his arm. She was the proverbial trophy-type girlfriend, down to the blonde hair and model figure. She smiled graciously as they were introduced and informed Alyssa that she had all her books.

Much of the conversation went in a blur for Alyssa. From the moment she shook his hand and he smiled a charming, yet almost ironic smile, Alyssa hadn’t heard or seen much else. Up close he was far more lethal and it was all Alyssa could do to form coherent replies.

Janice thankfully did most of the talking and it became clear that Mr. Edge had a more business-like interest in Alyssa than she’d have preferred.

He’d recently acquired one of the big names in the publishing industry and he wanted to discuss the opportunity for a publishing contract with Alyssa and his company. He was intending that they deliberate it at some future date.

“I’m sure that can be arranged as soon as possible, Mr. Edge,” Janice said with a friendly smile. His nod was approving.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Ms. Fox. And your lovely sister. We’ll leave you to enjoy your evening,” he said, that deep voice of his doing things to the insides of Alyssa’s belly.

She hoped she hid her disappointment well. Of course it was all about business. What did she expect? He had a freaking bombshell on his arm; he could be with any woman he wanted, Alyssa knew. She must have been insane to imagine he’d feel anything like the instant, grinding lust she felt rippling through her core for him.

Alyssa caught sight of him many times as the night progressed. Pam had proven a perfect escort and stuck to Alyssa’s side all evening, giving the needed support in the frankly overwhelming event. The music, the wine and food plus the many known faces made the night memorable but far more remarkable was the moment when Alyssa had felt Lucas Edge’s hand enclose hers; when he’d looked into her eyes and said the first words which she could now only recall as the feelings it gave her. It was so whacky, just like out of one of her novels but it was true. He looked like the ultimate romantic hero and he’d even felt like one, standing close and making the air around her suddenly tight with agonizing awareness.

No matter how much she wished it, they never got to meet or speak again the entire evening. Other people came around to make her acquaintance; she even found she had fans in a few Hollywood stars as well. One recently Oscar-nominated female lead had hinted that she’d love to play the heroine in Alyssa’s latest book if it got adapted for the big screen. Alyssa had been flattered especially since such talks had been bounced around by her agent and a motion picture studio or two. With Janice never far away, Alyssa was able to make a few vital contacts so all things considered it wasn’t a wasted evening at all. Pam had a whale of a time and said her friends would be green with envy when the photos came out in some entertainment column of Pam partying with the cream of Hollywood.

Alyssa couldn’t make up her mind if it was the happiest day of her life or the saddest ever.

*

It just didn’t seem right. She’d always believed that if she’d ever meet her soul mate, he’d know at the exact moment like she did that they were meant to be. But with Lucas Edge, there’d been nothing. A charming smile, a tilt of his head and a firm handshake that had been merely impersonal to him, but tingling and earth-tilting for her.

Over the next few days, Alyssa berated herself for her foolishness. Thankfully, her Lucas Edge crush ended soon after that night. She put it down to the circumstances surrounding her sex life, which at present was non-existent. It had been months since she’d had sex. That was pathetic enough for an adult, sensually aware female, but for an author of steamy romance, it was downright criminal. She had to do something and fast. But what? She wasn’t a fan of flings or a seedy one-night stand.

To make matters worse, she still hadn’t written above two pages in the last few days. Each time she tried, all she could see was a certain darkly handsome face, with eyes such a cool grey yet so full of the promise of flames. He stole into her thoughts so many times during the day and even at night, in her dreams, he teased her with his unattainability. Was she out of her mind wishing a man like him could be hers?

It was almost a week after they met that she received the call.

*

Alyssa couldn’t say if she was breathing when she arrived at his front door.

Barely half an hour ago, a limousine had picked her up from her place to make her appointment with the billionaire, Lucas Edge.

It was only yesterday her phone had rung and his unmistakable voice had come on the line. Silly twat as she was, half of his words had jumbled up in her suddenly fevered brain. Luke. In her mind, he was always Luke. In her fantasies, when he touched her, drilled her deep, she moaned his name over and over. Luke, oh Luke. Take me. I surrender.

Luckily, she was still able to make some sense of what was spoken. A special invitation to dine privately at his home. They never really had the chance to talk at the awards party, he said. There was so much more they had to discuss.

“The publishing contract, Mr. Edge?” Alyssa had asked, surprised her words came out so normally. Inside, she was a roiling storm.

She heard his light, low chuckle. “It’s not the main purpose on my agenda, but yes, the contract. I’m now a publisher so by all means, we’ll touch on the matter of you providing some of your very captivating material for my firm to publish.”

Alyssa chewed hard on her bottom lip. “Then shouldn’t you be talking to my agent, Janice?”

There was a slight pause. “Ms. Fox, I understand your wish to be cautious. After all, we only just met last week, very briefly. I got myself introduced to you on some pretext of a publishing contract. And tonight, I’m inviting you to my home, presumably to spend the evening dining and talking about the possible issuing of your next bestseller. However, something tells me we’ll find other means to pass the time than just business. I hope you’ll agree?”

Alyssa drew in an inaudible, ragged breath. “I was under the belief that you are truly interested in my work, Mr. Edge. Now I’m not sure what to think.”

“Trust me, I’m very interested in your work, but not entirely in the way you’d expect,” he told her ironically, and she could almost hear the smile in his voice.

Alyssa closed her eyes, seeing his face and willing her heart rate to return to normal. He wanted to see her again. She wasn’t sure why, but it definitely wasn’t all about business. He was up to something, and she had to find out what. The sensible part of her told her it was some kind of trap. What would Lucas Edge want with her? He’d shown no undue interest that first night they’d met. He’d been of utmost politeness, his charming smile naturally courteous. Nothing more.

So, after sharing barely five sentences with her, he wanted them to meet again but his time without a crowd to observe the proceedings. This would be a private encounter, secret. If he wasn’t up to something, then why go to all this trouble?

He went on lightly, “I would like to send my limo for you. Seven sharp. My private chef assures me he will outdo himself on this occasion and it would be a shame if you said no.”

Alyssa knew she should say no. She didn’t know a thing about Lucas Edge apart from what she’d dug up from the internet after their meeting. He was a self-made billionaire, age thirty-five and unmarried. He’d made his name in the business world as ruthless opponent when it came to his rivals. And as for his personal life, he was no saint there either. It wasn’t so much that he had a playboy status, but he certainly did break a lot of hearts.

Only six months ago he was engaged to be married. It didn’t work out and since then, he’d been seen with a number of different women on his arm. It was said he had a long-time mistress; one of those cougar-type women he’d met when he was in his twenties and starting out in the corporate world.

Alyssa didn’t know what to believe but she did know how it had felt when she’d set eyes on him and when they’d met face to face. She now put it down to just being fanciful. Her lurching attraction to him had just been a passing thing and she’d be an idiot to try to see where anything would lead.

When she didn’t reply, he added, “I’ll send Vernon for you at seven.”

The line went dead and Alyssa dumped the phone, her mind filled with confusion. She was a grown woman; she’d already made a colossal amount of money as an author that allowed her to live her life in as much luxury as she desired. Some men pursued her with intentions she knew were far from honorable. Some for her money, and some were fascinated by her and what she represented in her worldly, risqué writing. Alyssa had no way to know exactly what Lucas Edge wanted from her in his case.

And now she was going to find out.

*

The limo was sliding noiselessly away as she finally rang the doorbell of the palatial house. As the housekeeper led her inside, she looked around with interest. The place looked like something from an elaborate Hollywood movie. The furnishings and design were done with style and obvious high expense. Everything spelled impeccable taste, and the tone was warm and inviting. From the grand foyer, she was shown down a passage and through a door into a living area. Comfortable seating, large windows running the whole face wall, paintings, mirrors, book cases and gentle lighting. A welcoming room accented in appealing shades. She was invited to take one of the sofas angled close.

Now that she was within his four walls, her excitement was in no way lessened but her earlier consternation was gone. She was very much looking forward to seeing Lucas Edge again, and knowing what he wanted.

She wasn’t kept waiting long. The next minute, the doorknob turned and someone came in. Alyssa turned slightly and saw it was him. She stood, smoothing the hem of her dress down her knees.

“Good evening, Mr. Edge.”

“Good evening,” he said, coming to her side and taking her hand. It was a brief handshake but it seared her all the same. So did looking up at him and finding his looks had in no way lost their appeal. He still was the most handsome man she’d ever met. He was dressed formally, in a suit and tie. Everything suited him to perfection and Alyssa was glad she’d taken even more care with her appearance.

“And please, now that you’re here to dine with me, I’m hoping we can dispose of any stiffness,” he told her with a smile. “I’m glad you came.”

Alyssa let out a sigh. “I’m still not sure why I’m here. If you’d wanted to ask me out on a date…”

His smile widened. “Conventional. I could have asked you out but then I had this notion I’d prefer it this way – as would you. You’re a writer, Alyssa. Don’t you like the sense of a bit of mystery?”

“I do,” she agreed. “But it’s nice to know what I’m getting into. What do you want, Lucas?”

Saying his first name sent a thrill straight through her. She could act all composed, but inside she was a jumble of nerves. Her palms were sweaty and her chest was heaving beneath her bodice. His eyebrow lifted at her directness, though his lips curved with slight humor.

“Why don’t you sit down and I’ll pour you some wine? Dinner will be served at seven fifteen.”

Alyssa had to bite down a frustrated sigh as she retook her seat. He went to a cabinet and poured out wine into two glasses. He returned and handed one to her, before sitting adjacent to her.

He didn’t start to speak right away. Instead, he looked down into his glass of wine. This gave Alyssa the chance to study him in more detail. He looked even younger than she’d suspected. He had an air about him of a leashed jungle creature; sleekly fine yet just a breath away from springing into predator mode.

He wasn’t holding her gaze yet but just by sitting there, he mesmerized her; set off some kind of synaptic transmission that had her female hormones buzzing. It almost appalled her the way she was attracted to him. No man had ever made her feel like she’d lost control over her own impulses. It was like being under a spell, and it frightened her. She almost wanted to jump up and leave.

But then he started to talk. His tone was almost conversational.

“You mentioned earlier about not knowing why you’re here. But something tells me that deep down somewhere, you have a vague suspicion of why I wanted us to meet again.” His eyes shot up and she wasn’t sure he needed a reply. She couldn’t even speak, not with his eyes pinning her in place and making it hard to form thought.

“But even though you do have an inkling of what I want, I can’t help but believe you’ll still be surprised when you hear what I have to say. You might think I don’t know much about you, Alyssa, but I do. I’ve read your books with great interest. I told myself, this is a woman who truly understands dark, searing cravings. I wondered if the image I had of you would be shattered when we met.”

Alyssa waited. She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear what he would say next. She remembered their first meeting; it had been all on her side, the jolting awareness. With a Barbie doll on his arm, he’d treated Alyssa with a formal charm. Now what did he want her to think? Was he about to tell her his expectations were shot?

Alyssa wasn’t dumb. She didn’t think she looked the picture of a sexpot. She certainly was no runway model. She had serious curves. Not dumpy or thick, but you could tell she liked to indulge. Her face wasn’t going to stop traffic but she felt reasonably pretty. Her dark brown hair was her one vanity; she left it growing down almost to her waist and it was luxuriously thick and rich.

Her looks overall had never received complaints from her past partners but she couldn’t picture herself as Lucas Edge’s type. She wasn’t one of those kinds of women who made a point to look perfect all the time: hair and makeup done, clothes designer and always eye-catching. She liked to keep things simple. In general, her image was nothing like the women she wrote about. Daring, exposed and glamorous. Someone that would look accurate next to a man like him. Not her.

She may not be a plain Jane, but she was not the ravishing beauty that she felt could catch and hold Lucas Edge’s attention. And that feeling of inadequacy suddenly ate at her guts.

Alyssa had always told herself that life wasn’t all about what you looked like; it was personality that mattered. As it happened, Lucas had the looks but it wasn’t all about that either. It was about how she felt when she was around him. He had something going for him that only few men she’d met ever had. A magnetism that was both sexual and intellectual. She wanted to know what made him tick; his interests in music, art and life in general.

But she also wanted to know how it would feel to kiss him, to feel the weight of his body crushing hers. She wanted him on all these levels. It would pain her if she discovered she didn’t rouse the same responsiveness for him.

“Well, was it shattered?” she asked now, lifting her chin proudly. “This image you had of me. Not that it should really matter to me, should it? After all, you’re practically a stranger. Why would I care what you think?”

He was looking right at her. “I apologize if I made you feel defensive with my comment. Yes, I had an impression about you. I thought to myself, no one really knows much about her. She’s a very private woman. Unmarried, mid-twenties, well educated. Already a millionaire from her bestselling books. I’d seen your photos, I knew what you looked like. I just needed to know how it would be like to meet you in person.”

Alyssa once again had to wait for him to continue. The suspense was freaking killing her. “Why don’t you just tell me what it is you want. I believe we’re both adults, Lucas. I write steamy women’s fiction; I’m a dirty girl, up for anything, right? Is that why you invited me privately to your home? Are you about to proposition me in some way?”

Her face was flaming. She knew she was correct from the way a slight flush went across his cheeks as well. “Does it make me seem unbearably chauvinistic, Alyssa? Now you know how badly I want you. Meeting you only fuelled that desire. You intrigued me from afar but then up close…I was slayed. It was all I could do not to whisk you away there and then. I went home thinking: fuck. I’ve found her. The woman that suits my needs perfectly.”

“And what needs would you be referring to?”

Alyssa’s whole universe was imploding. Lucas Edge wanted her. He’d felt it. She wasn’t the only one. It took all her effort to keep her expression neutral, and not like her panties were crackling with flames.

Before he replied, he took her untouched wine glass from her hand and placed it next to his on the nearby coffee table. Then he rose, his hands grasping hers as he guided her to her feet before him.

Alyssa was a good few inches above five feet, but Lucas was much taller, more than six feet at least. His gaze was hooded and she couldn’t tear her eyes from his lips. She’d never seen a man’s mouth look so edible; had never wanted a kiss so bad as she wanted it right then, from him. She really thought he was about to mesh those gorgeous lips of his with hers.

But he didn’t kiss her. Alyssa could barely let out a gasp as he suddenly spun her round, his arm around her waist locking her body hard against him. His other hand wrapped around her throat, turning her head to face the mirror in front of them.

He’d taken her completely by surprise and now she stared at their reflection in the ornate wall mirror. He stood behind her, keeping her pinned to his solid frame. She was effectually trapped, his hand around her throat and waist making her feel deliciously helpless. Her hands clutched the sleeve of the arm he had across her body.

“What…what are you doing?”

He held her gaze for a moment, but then bent his head to inhale deeply at the base of her throat. “Answering your question, Alyssa,” he told her simply. “You wanted to know what my needs were. My needs are manifold and intricate, but they’re definitely the kind a woman like you would understand.”

A woman like me…Alyssa shivered inside as she thought, he really thinks I’m like that. He’s got this picture in his head about me from my work and he can’t tell I’m nothing like that.

She stared at his face in the mirror, shadowed and arresting as he looked up to meet her startled gaze.

“For some months, let’s just say I’ve maintained quite an interest in you,” he said in a factual tone. “I kept putting off meeting you despite the fact I always knew where you’d be, thanks to my investigations. Like I said before, I was wary. I didn’t know if it would be as I’d imagined it would. Only, it turned out to be even more intense. I want you, Alyssa Fox. But not just as a lover. Any woman can give me sex and in the past year, I’ve taken lovers but never a relationship. With you, it’ll be different.”

“How different?” Alyssa’s voice felt hushed, with his fingers still encircled round her throat in a light, caressing hold.

“I like how you feel in my arms,” was his manner of response as he added on a drawl, “I like that you aren’t struggling, or trying to scream in anger or alarm. You’re comfortable with my strength over you, my control. And that’s what I need, Alyssa. I need you to allow me take command of you sexually. Those kinky trappings you fill your books with: the bondage, discipline; the give and take. I want them all but only with you. You’re the first woman in a long while that I’ve wanted to share this with. In turn, I would be unsparing in my attentions. Sex has never been enough for me but for so long; it’s all I settled for because there was no one who interested me that way. And now I have you.”

Now I have you. Did he think she’d already consented? Or that she wouldn’t wish to refuse? Alyssa was confused. One thing that was in no way confusing was the way her body reacted to his touch, his nearness.

She wanted more than anything to close her eyes and just sink into him, fall over and over in a tumbling heap within his swirling mists.

But she knew she couldn’t give him what he was looking for. And it broke her to pieces inside to know that she’d be a fool to get involved with a man like him. It didn’t stop her from needing and wanting him though.

“I don’t know what to say,” she croaked, her breasts a pair of heavy globes weighted down by the lust pounding in her heart. Just one shift of his hand from her stomach and he could cup one seeking tit in his hand. It felt so erotic, looking in the mirror and trying to read his every thought in his handsome reflection. Could he tell she’d felt drawn to him from the start?

“You don’t have to agree to anything yet,” he told her gently, finally drawing away and holding on only to her hand as he squeezed her fingers with a light pressure. “First, I promised you dinner. We can discuss this further after we eat. Or not. It depends on what you think of my wishes now that you know them. But whatever happens, we reach a conclusion tonight. Whether it’s a yes or no is up to you.”

Chapter Three

During dinner they talked about other things.

Not surprisingly, Lucas Edge wasn’t the type of man you could sit and talk with for any length of time and ever get bored or run out of things of interest to discuss. He was very good at pulling her out of her shell; and he knew enough about her to raise topics she could knowledgeably share with him while they ate.

He talked a bit about himself. She could tell he knew she was very interested. He was a workaholic; travelled frequently on business, stupendously rich, committed to giving back to society through his many relief programs. He enjoyed different types of art, and admired talent of many kinds. He played a few instruments well, and whilst at university he represented on the school swimming team.

He did certainly have the physique for it, Alyssa noted; even his suits couldn’t tame his masculinity. She found his company very pleasant indeed, and the food and wine turned out to be outstanding. They were attended to by the chef himself, and each course was a masterpiece. Alyssa was able to relax, and enjoy the company of a handsome and fascinating male.

If there was a sexual tension in the air, it took the back burner. If her heart strummed along with her hidden folds just being there in that intimate dining room with him, listening to his deep voice and meeting his stirring gaze, then she did her best not to show it.

Enjoy it while you can, she told herself. It was her Cinderella moment and then she’d politely take her leave and go home. What he was asking was not for her at all and she’d hate to disappoint him. It would be best not to start what she couldn’t finish because whatever his expectations he had as regards to her sexually, they were way off mark.

The last thing she wanted was to make a fool of herself, so no matter how much her vagina walls were screeching for the chance to get fucked by him, possibly by the end of the night, Alyssa daren’t give in.

*

After the meal, they left the dining area but instead of returning to the room they’d first talked, he showed her around the house. One of his few abodes in the city, he informed her. She told him everything looked beautiful, which was true. To her inner relief, he didn’t offer to show her the bedrooms. Instead, he brought them into a kind of cozy entertainment room, filled with plush furniture and sound systems. The walls were like mirrored glass, the floor spacious and polished to a shine.

“You’ve seen the movie theater,” he told her, suddenly pressing the button on a remote and filling the room with music. “But here, we get to dance.”

Alyssa couldn’t help laughing, letting him take her hand and pull her into his embrace. He told her it was a waltz, from the late Viennese period. Not normally her kind of thing but with him, here, it suited her mood just right. Her body molded to his and she settled her hand on his shoulder.

Dancing with a man you were highly attracted to is almost as intimate as being in bed with him, Alyssa soon discovered. Coupled with all the wine she had at dinner and the satisfaction derived from good food, it was fair to say she was drifting on a happy cloud. He moved perfectly, his steps sure and his hold secure as he swept her over the wide floor.

His released her fingers and moved his hands down to grip her hips firmly before pulling her so snugly to his body she could feel every ridgeline. Her breath snagged at the unmistakable sensation of his bulge prodding into her. Alyssa couldn’t hide the startled look of answering arousal that crossed her face. He caught just a glimpse of it and then he moved, swinging her in an arc and pinning her to the nearest wall.

Alyssa swallowed a helpless moan as he leaned forward and nuzzled her neck, that spot he’d favored earlier, just at the inner side between her shoulder. All he did for a few moments was just breathe her in, before sliding his lips over her warm flesh and sucking hard.

Alyssa gasped, her hands pressed against his chest, instinctively pushing. Her reaction to that simple, sweet caress from his mouth was fearsome. A single laser of lust surged intensely through her system, almost shutting her down. She shook her head quickly to fight off the wanton mist turning her brain to mush.

“You said we’d talk about it,” she protested, panicking. She could feel his hands on her body, molding to her curves and digging into her waist as his fingers gripped hard on her skin.

“I know,” he said huskily, tracing his tongue along her collarbone. “But now, I can’t think. Not when I’m alone with you this long. I have a better idea.”

“Luke, what...”

He groaned deep in his throat, pushing harder against her till she was wedged up tighter against the wall. “Just the way you say my name turns me on,” he whispered, his breath teasing her flesh and making her tremble. He lifted his head and stared deep into her eyes. “Let me kiss you. Show you. You’re here, with me. And I can make this good. Just trust me.”

She’d only met him once before today and he wanted her to trust him. He wanted her to give in to his demands whatever they may be and without a thought to her own principles. Alyssa had never fucked a stranger before. Well, not a man she barely knew any way. Especially a man captivated by her through her writing, all of which wasn’t even real.

For many women out there, yes, it was. Alyssa knew that much about the lifestyle to realize that some people actively enjoyed such elements of play in their bedrooms with their partner of choice.

And now Lucas Edge was giving her the opportunity to delve into his world and fulfill his fantasies – and yes, hers. Could she bear to disappoint him by running away? Or disappoint him anyway if she stayed and failed to meet his standards. Which choice would be the worse blunder?

Alyssa never really got the chance to really choose.

Her mind was still whirling when he tipped a hand beneath her chin and angled her face up to meet his. The next instant, he sealed his lips over hers in a kiss and suddenly the world as she knew it became a blank page.

*

What was it about a wall and being between a hard, hard place and an equally hard, resistless man?

One kiss, there against the wall, his body pressed against hers, and Alyssa was opened to a whole new manner of being. The crush of his lips was sweet, hot and demanding, making her pant fast and hard. His tongue was as delightfully moist as she’d dreamed, fresh and sexy, seeking to mate with hers. Without thinking, she coiled her tongue around his with a willing tango and heard the deep, rumbling groan in his chest. She loved his roving hands; grabbing her face, her neck, and then planting on her breasts to squeeze them hard over the layers of clothes. Her fingers found his thick, dark hair and she clutched the locks in her fists, moaning as kiss got sloppier and wickeder.

Nothing had ever tasted or felt as good. To want someone like your next breath; to be immersed in their essence and never knowing where you began and they ended. To want to believe, and succumb, and express each wonder tingling through your body just for them. He was so bold and hungry; one hand sliding from her breasts to rack up the hem of her skirt and skim up the smooth inner line of her thigh. Alyssa shuddered when his fingertips brushed the lace-covered mound between her thighs. Alyssa could feel the blood vessels swelling her vulva, could feel her own folds dripping and when he cupped her there, he knew the same thing too. She was sopping for him.

Mind and soul and body agreed with one voice that she wanted this. Whatever it was, so long as Lucas would lead the way, she’d follow. Whatever she needed to be to make that happen, she’d play the part. Sexpot, submissive, she-wolf…if that was what it would take to have this night with this man, she would be those for him. And then, she vowed, she could go back to being everyday Alyssa Fox. But just this once, she would give in to the most excruciatingly powerful desire she’d ever known.

The desire to be claimed by Lucas Edge.

Chapter Four

“Oh fuck. We need to stop, right now,” Lucas rasped, shocking Alyssa to the marrow as he suddenly broke them apart, peeling his lips and hands from her body. He saw her dazed expression and he cupped her face firmly.

“This isn’t how I want it to go. Three more minutes and I’d have been humping you up against the wall. And it would be nothing like I’d planned. We do it right the first time or not at all.”

Alyssa was torn. She could feel that solid pipe of steel against her thigh; she wanted it buried deep inside her twanging core. Her vagina walls contracted with the need to be filled and she wished she could tell him that up against the wall was fine with her for starters. He’d awoken the tigress in her and she wasn’t sure how much she could stand before she shoved him down on the floor and mounted him. She’d impale herself on his granite-hard cock and seize her pleasure if she had to.

But no. Tonight wasn’t going to go like that. She looked into his eyes, and knew. Something burned there that made her pulse beat even faster than it had a minute ago. She remembered why she was here; the role she was to play. She was to be his to control; he wanted to have submissive sex with her and whatever that entailed, Alyssa knew she had to be ready.

And when the time finally came; when she’d let him lead her up the stairs, past corridor after corridor to a playroom - and after she let him undress her and cuff her hand and foot to the bed…When he warned her softly that once it starts there’ll be no going back, Alyssa held his mesmerizing gaze and gave him the answer he needed.

*

“I’m ready.”

His eyes blazed with dark flames for a second, and Alyssa knew then and there that if she’d said no, then he’d have instantly taken off the cuffs and ended it. Now that he’d got his response, he nodded briefly, saying, “Good girl.”

Alyssa bit deep into her bottom lip as she stared at him. Was she drunk, or crazy? She was in a vulnerable position; here with a man she’d met just twice. The only women she knew who did things like this were in her novels. Yet here she was, ready to indulge in bondage sex with this gorgeous devil.

He cupped one side of her face, and arched a brow at her. As if reading her mind, he said quietly, “I’m not going to do anything to hurt you. But I will make you do things for me – and you will obey without question or complaint. I will also take what I want, how I want – but I promise, you’ll like it.”

She hoped so, thought Alyssa. Because it wasn’t like she was running anywhere, not with her trapped in these under-the-bed restraints. She licked her lips nervously, and nodded to show she understood.

“I’ll give us a safe word, but I’m sure we won’t need it,” Lucas said with a rakish smile as his hand rested on her belly. “However, like I said we’ll do this right. Once it begins you can’t change your mind, Alyssa. But that doesn’t mean I won’t stop when you use the safe word. All I really mean is that you can’t have cold feet in the middle of this. It’s going to be rough, hard and fast sex, and you’ll scream many times, begging for me to do certain things to you. And I might or might not oblige. You’ll want to cum, but I won’t let you until it suits me. And sometimes, I’ll let you ask me for anything you like, and I’ll see to it that it’s done. So let’s start now, shall we? What part of this delectable body would you like me to put my mouth on first?”

Oh lord, Alyssa moaned inwardly, a grimace of agony crossing her face at his words. Just like that, he’d brought the juices frothing to the surface.

“Here, and here?” he asked softly, first cupping her breast, then her pussy. Unable to manage any sound other than a strangled grunt, Alyssa nodded again, breathlessly.

“Sweet girl, you’re so beautiful I would gladly put my mouth everywhere,” he told her, bending his head to one breast he’d scooped in his hand. “But I’m happy to start here and work my way down. However no matter what I do, Alyssa, you mustn’t cum. Not without my express permission. Or you will be disciplined. Understand?”

“Yes,” she finally croaked, and then tossed her head back when his lips clamped over her nipple.

Oooh, that felt so good, thought Alyssa as he surrounded that single bud with the wet warmth of his mouth. He sucked, pulling hard with his teeth as he lashed the aching tip with his tongue. Alyssa’s fists clenched within their restraints, her spine arching as she offered herself up to him. The pressure from his nursing mouth made every nerve cell in her body twinge with pleasure, and she cried out helplessly.

“Luke!”

His answer was to shift attention to the other breast, both hands kneading and squeezing while he tongued her nipple into beads of want. Desire was an overpowering component resting heavily at the base of her belly, causing a stream to course down her thighs.

Helpless beneath him, Alyssa writhed, shocked with how intense it felt to be tied down this way and unable to do more than take it all. His lips, warm and knowing, slipped from her breasts and she whined. Keeping his hands hitched on those tits, he kissed a moist trail down her concave stomach to her thighs, spread unstoppably by the cuffs latched to her ankles.

He was looking straight up at her face when his mouth closed over her sex for the first time. Alyssa could not hide the way her body jolted at the sensation of his lips there. He nuzzled, and plucked at her folds before his tongue found her clitoris and flicked it roughly. Alyssa moaned and moaned; her body half-coiled forward as much as her wrist cuffs would allow. She watched him tease her wetness to overflowing, and it was doubly carnal having to feel him watching her every reaction as he sucked on her clit relentlessly.

Under a minute later, Alyssa’s eyes suddenly crossed and her brain saw sparks of light. Her nerve endings were throbbing for release and she knew just one more flick of his tongue on her clit and she’d erupt.

Lucas sensed she was just about to cum and he pulled away, his eyes warning. “No,” was all he said, but she understood. Panting, she felt the wave recede, leaving her dazed with lust and passion. He buried his face once more between her legs, his hands molding sensually over her breasts. This time, he drove his tongue in between her folds, penetrating her and lapping droplets of her pleasure.

“Aaaaah,” came her long-drawn out moan, her whole body shuddering. Lucas Edge had his tongue inside her, licking and jabbing, bringing her to the point of squealing as he made every inner fiber of her pussy throb in arousal.

“So sweet,” he groaned, pausing only for a moment. And then he dug in again, bathing first the surface with circular brushes of his tongue, and then from side to side, ruffling her pussy lips, before pushing in again into her pink lushness. Able to move her pelvis, Alyssa helplessly bucked it against his face, desperate for all he had to give.

When had pleasure got to feel this good? It had to be illegal for a man to have the power and skill to make a woman see stars in her vision. One hand released the breast it stroked and instead, joined his lips between her thighs. Pulling out his tongue, Lucas sent a middle finger deep inside her cunt. Alyssa let out a sound even she couldn’t define; it was a cross between a whimper and a grunt, as ecstasy popped like a bottle cork in her head. To her amazement, it took a mere second for that finger to hook unto her g-spot, and he never looked away from her as he rocked in and out of her pulpy walls, shoving deep enough to make her gasp out loud.

His actions were both teasing and timed; he moved with precise strokes of his finger and still used his tongue to sweep across her pussy folds and made them sizzle with sensitivity.

“Oh my God!” she cried, as she seesawed over the brink again. It was coming for her, she knew; this time she might not find it so easy to hold back…

“Not yet,” he murmured, his finger stilling inside her as he drew his lips away. Alyssa shivered from head to foot, her muscles tautening both inside and out. She felt like ripping out of her cuffs; she was almost insane with arousal from his diligent tongue, lips and fingers. Again and again he brought her to the edge of release and then, pulled away, drawing out her honeyed torment and fine-tuning her pleasure till it was a sharp blade gutting into her womb.

“Mmmm,” Alyssa couldn’t help but purr as his face pressed tightly to her pussy folds once more, lapping at her juices and nibbling on her clit in turns. Always, it felt like she was just there, looking over the edge; but then he kept her from falling, leaving her balanced on a thread. It drove her mindless with the need to cum but it also honed her senses and made her arousal a living thing floating in the air above her like an outer-body event.

“Luke,” she said, his name like a plea on her tongue. Her inner thighs were shivering and she was stretched out inside her cuffs, muscles straining. He looked up into her eyes, saw her ache, and shook his head.

“No,” he said finally. “Not till I say you can.”

“Oh please. I need to. Please let me cum,” Alyssa groaned. She couldn’t believe she was the one saying these words; begging for release. And yet, some part of her couldn’t help it and as his eyes gleamed up at her, she knew it pleased him to see her so driven to the peak that she was panting for his permission to take her pleasure from his skillful attentions.

“No, sweet pet. I want to keep you dripping this delightful nectar for as long as imaginable. I want to make you walk the fine line between pleasure and agony as you wonder when and if you’ll be allowed to cum before I’m done. Now, hush,” he said softly, his lips trailing upwards to kiss her belly button, her rib cage and her heaving breasts as he gradually worked his way back up.

His lips were at her throat now, and when she turned her head, their lips met, giving her a taste of her essences as she clung to his kiss, the only way she could touch him since she had her hands restrained on either side of her.

Her body strained close to his, eager to feel his solidness against her naked softness, but he kept just out of her reach, connected to only her lips as he filled her mouth with the glassy sweetness from her pussy. She whined helplessly when he suddenly broke the kiss, leaving her bereft and wanting more, almost in tears from all her different kinds of wanting.

“Denying and depriving you is one way to teach you discipline, Alyssa,” Lucas said, his fully-clothed body arched over hers now as he gazed into her flushed face, her lips slack from panting. “And the more you ache; the more you endure…the sweeter, more intense your orgasm – that’s if I let you have one. I’ll just have to decide if you’re deserving. Are you, sweet pet?”

“Yes. Oh yes. I want to be,” she told him, her teeth digging painfully into her bottom lip to keep it from trembling.

“Then show me,” he said, before rolling off her and then kneeling just beside her head. Alyssa watched with breathless anticipation as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Her eyes widened, drinking in the sight of his magnificent looking member that looked painfully hard. The tip was broad and solidly carved, and so beautiful she reflexively licked her lips in hunger to taste the bead of moisture forming at the slit. His shaft rested heavily in his hand, and so long and thick it made her vaginal canal begin to twitch ravenously. Oh shit. That cock would fill her up deep, Alyssa knew. She lifted her eyes pleadingly to his.

“You want?” he growled, and she nodded quickly, shamelessly eager. “Then open for me, sweet pet.”

Alyssa obeyed, and he pushed his cock into her willing mouth. Without her hands, she had to work her jaw more just to get her lips to stay wrapped around his impressively built cock. Her eyes closed briefly in dazed delight. Damn, he felt so fucking good; all silk and granite, his taste like a dream. He inched in further unto her tongue but just as she made to start sucking, he wrapped both hands in her hair and drew out of her mouth. She wanted to cry out in protest; was she to be deprived of this too? It hurt with a real pain to see his beautiful manhood so close and not be able to just wrap her lips around it and happily pleasure him at will. An agonized groan escaped her just then, her eyes flying to his as he hushed her once again.

His gaze was slightly questioning as he said, “I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, pet. Deep and fast. Till I’m all but ready to explode down your throat.”

Yes please, thought Alyssa who could only nod quickly, taking a deep breath as he held her face steady before commanding, “Open.”

She obeyed, and his cock thrust back into her mouth. She moaned, shuddering hard as he angled in and out, each time guiding a bit more of himself deeper. Shyly, she used her tongue, coaxing him into her waiting oral sheathe. He began to glide faster in between her lips, pushing his tip down her throat and tripping her gag reflex. She heard him moan as her throat tightened around his cock, and he stilled for a moment before starting to move again. He used her mouth relentlessly, his hips moving in speedy, choppy thrusts as his cock smothered her now aching lips. The need for more oxygen made her eyes water and she stared up at him, shocked by how good this felt. She’d never been used this way before; made to pleasure a cock with no way to control the act. Her mouth became a willing orifice for his pumping cock, filling her up and making her muscles strain to encompass his pulsating girth.

“So good,” he rasped, his head flung back for a second before he pushed back down her throat again. She felt his thumb brush at the tears that had spilled from the corners of her eyes. And then he reached down and grabbed her breasts, making her buck as he clamped a nipple in his thumb and index finger, pinching hard.

Her cry of pleasure-pain was muffled, and he began to fuck her face faster, almost punishingly. She slobbered and whined around his thick staff, which got impossibly stiffer inside her mouth. For a moment, he pushed himself in so deep her nose was buried against him and her throat full of cock. A second later he surged back and she could breathe again, gasping precious air. His hand palming her breast and teasing her nipple almost made her crazy.

Everything all at once was making her head spin. Tied down, pussy sopped, mouth stuffed with cock and her breast tingling, it was all she could do not to disintegrate from all the sensations. She was a mix of emotions; frustrated, aroused, happy and tortured. She worked her mouth even more energetically on him, rippling her tongue faster as his own speed of face-fucking her increased to a blur-like pace. Her head was virtually swirling when with a sudden growl, he popped his member completely out of his mouth, swearing beneath his breath.

“I want to finish inside you, pet. But that was close,” he rasped, raking his fingers through her hair as he kept her head raised off the pillow. Alyssa licked on her lips, glad she’d been able to have a similar effect on him by bringing him near his peak.

“You liked my cock fucking your mouth, didn’t you? I bet you’re wetter than ever now. Let’s find out, shall we?” he said, not waiting for a response as he pried at her pussy lips. His slipped one finger, then two into her honeyed hole, and they both groaned at the unmistakable squelch and slosh that filled the room lewdly as he slid in and out. He now had two fingers inside her, in and out, and then rubbing over her mound before pushing in again. Making her almost mindless with bliss.

Alyssa was totally out of her element, driven almost to fever pitch with her senses stretched to the limit. He saw her face and grinned, a wicked schoolboy grin that made her shiver deliciously. “Yes. Definitely wetter than before. And so fucking tight. You’ll feel so good around my cock, pet. And you’ll take me as deep as I want to go, won’t you? You’ll open for me and let me fuck you as thoroughly as I want. It’ll excite you to go along with whatever I desire. You’ll be helpless beneath me and you’ll love it. Won’t you?”

“Yes.” Alyssa knew she would.

Lying there on his big bed, not just tied up but every inch of her exposed, Alyssa felt the most liberated she’d ever been. The fact that he remained fully clothed added to the potency of the moment. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him, knowing it was time and almost dizzy with need to finally feel his powerful stem inside her.

“You have no idea how it feels, seeing you like this,” Lucas murmured. He was kneeling in between the spread V of her legs, his top half crouching over her trembling frame. “You look utterly beautiful, tied there. Your breasts, so perfect, seem to be begging for my nipple clamps. Your skin, so soft and smooth, seems like a fine canvas for me to drip wax slowly over every inch of it. And here, your pussy…so wet and swollen…would love the taste of my riding crop, whipping against those tender folds.” He rested his hands on either sides of her parted thighs, and Alicia whimpered, his words making her quiver deep within.

“Luke…”

“But not tonight,” he told her, and Alyssa didn’t know if she felt relieved or disappointed. His gorgeous smile played over his lips, and as she looked down, she saw his cap, carved and smooth-edge, pushing at her entrance. She gasped.

“Tonight, there’s this.”

‘This’ was his cock; rubbing over her slightly spread open pussy. She let out a loud moan. Needle-pricks of pleasure punctured her from head to toe, and when he thrust, drove in just the tip, her lips parted and he swallowed her gasp with his mouth over hers.

He moved his hips, angled at just the right measure, and drilled in deeper in one sure, rough plunge.

“Oh yes,” Alyssa breathed into his lips that clung wetly to hers. Her wetness sent him farther into her walls than she was ready for but even as his thickness stretched her almost painfully, she welcomed the discomfort. It made her feel more alive than any other cock had ever done before. She opened her eyes as he drew his lips from hers to look into her face.

“Mine,” he said gruffly, his hands hinged on her breasts as he withdrew his whole length and then lunged inside once more, harder than before.

Ecstasy splintered deep within her core. He filled her up so good. When he moved, he slammed into just the right spot that had vibrations of pleasure thrumming through her body. She couldn’t stop moaning as with each thrust, he made her his.

“Say it, Alyssa. Here, now. You belong to me. Totally.”

His words pierced through her mind, making her shudder as with just that extra force, he shoved his cock so deep her ribcage jarred. Oh fuck, she thought, her eyes rolling back with bliss. Too much. He wouldn’t need much more to send her shattering into her long-denied climax. He had taken her all; what more did he want? As she forced her gaze to finally hold his, she blinked hard and saw that he was waiting, his cock stiff and waiting in the bowl of her sex.

“Tell me. You’re mine.”

“Yes. Yours. I’m all yours, Luke,” Alyssa said on a ragged gasp. His eyes gleamed, and he rocked his hips, one hand gripping her waist to hold her still from her writhing. And then, he went on rampage.

It was almost insanely pleasurable to be fucked like that; to feel the thrusts like a blurred, single act of fury.

Bam. Bam. Bam.

Without pause and with piston precision. Alyssa’s mouth was slack with soundless screams as Lucas rammed her with purpose and passion. He was fiendishly insatiable, his lust a grinding, merciless thing. He was devastatingly sturdy with each rising swing of his hips. And she…she was lost.

He was sliding his hands beneath her to cup her buttocks and push her even tighter against his hard, pulsating, whip-like thrusts. Alyssa could not suppress her animal groan of pleasure. To her agony, she felt her body climbing steadily toward her orgasm.

“Luke. Oh please. I need…” She needed to cum, or she’d just liquefy. It was getting beyond her capacity for endurance and she was close to blacking out from all the sensations taking over her. The feeling of powerlessness grew stronger, making her fists clench within the nylon cuffs as her spread thighs ached from being held apart so long by the ankle restraints. No more. She couldn’t take any more and she knew it was just a minute more and she’d explode. She’d face the consequences later but damn it would be worth it…

“I know,” he told her hoarsely, his eyes like lava, burning into her. “When it’s time, you’ll know.”

What? No. No! No more mind-fuck games, Alyssa thought desperately as she felt ready to scream. Here she was, helplessly on fire beneath him. How the fuck was she supposed to know when –

Oh.

She could feel his pace slow, sensed him easing back and then sliding in again with steady, calculated strokes. She didn’t know which was worse now; when he’d been rampaging through her walls, or right then when he was moving like an oil well pump, driving her insane with his unbreaking, long and sweet thrusts. Oh shit. She could feel it bearing down on her like a herd of beasts. He was staring at her, and she let out a sob as he rocked in an out of her moist center. And then, still not looking away, he sank in that final inch that she hadn’t realized he’d held back from the beginning. Feeling him bottom out inside her ignited walls sent a wildfire of passion surging through her system.

Now.

Alyssa could read it all over his face; it was time. He didn’t have to say a word; their bodies spoke their own language. A few more stamping thrusts from his rock-hard cock and she was unraveled, her orgasm blooming like a flower deep in her womb. Jesus. She’d never ever come like that before; like her nerve endings were strumming in perfect rhythm. Her spine arched and she convulsed against him, crying out his name. Her heart and soul divided for just a moment and she was two separate entities, lost in different realms of joy. She could feel her body jerk as he rode her through the flaming maze; his own groans of pleasure like music in her ears as finally, his cock skidded inside her in simultaneous release.

*

Alyssa was still lost in a haze when he slipped out of her, leaving the room for a minute and then returning. She felt something like a cool wet cloth in between her thighs, and she purred, blinking her eyes open and meeting his indulgent, warm smile. With the last of her strength, she tugged at her restraints.

“Please?” she asked, eyes indicating her wrists and ankles. He merely shook his head, smiled, and then was gone again. Alyssa sighed heavily, resting her head back on the pillow as she felt washed over by the memories of the last hour or so. It had been sex, but yet something even beyond that. It had been physical, aggressive, sweet, deep, and many other things she could spend all night describing. Her body ached secretly in places, but even more so, her heart pounded with a new fear. Now that she’d had a taste, could she really walk away?

Now, as she waited for him to return, to hear him tell her what next, Alyssa felt a sudden sinking feeling. Lucas Edge may have no intention of letting her go, or of letting this end here. And a part of Alyssa knew she just might have no way to turn back now. She’d reached the edge of submission and was looking down from the dizzying heights and into the whirling void. All that was left now was her total surrender…

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