Destined for the Dom(17)
“Please…Hunter…I…”
He watched in awe as her climax finally broke through. Tight spasms began clamping around his fingers as he manipulated them inside her gorgeous cunt. A light-pink blush spread over her entire body as she finally surrendered to his will, and let go completely. He continued his domination of her body, until nothing but silent gasps for air left her sensuous mouth.
Chapter Seven
In a dreamlike trance, Zoë was only vaguely aware when Hunter’s strong hands released her from the St. Andrew’s cross. She snuggled into his warmth as he carried her from the playroom. In stark contrast to his powerful frame, she felt weak and vulnerable lying in his masculine arms.
The way he’d handled the bullwhip had been amazing. The frightening, erotic sound as he’d cracked the whip between her legs had seriously turned her on. At that point, she’d have done just about anything he asked. Hunter was a man to be reckoned with. He was also not a man to be crossed. He’d gained a hard edge in the Marines, something she didn’t recall him having when they were kids together at St. Mark’s. The next time he told her to do something, she’d do it, following his rules without question. There was a lot of corrective equipment in the playroom, and she knew it wasn’t just for show. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of being completely at his mercy.
“Shhh,” he whispered, holding her in his arms like she was made of glass. Their naked flesh, where it touched, sent flames of sexual desire pulsing through her. God, I want him, all of him.
Zoë tenderly caressed a hand to his cheek, enjoying the stubble she found there. “I need you, Hunter,” she murmured dreamily.
He glanced down, his vibrant blue gaze searching hers. A look of intense emotion and humanity briefly surfaced in his eyes, before vanishing as quickly as it came. She had the distinct feeling her words meant a lot to him. His answer surprised her. “Maybe I need you, too, Peaches.” He shouldered open his bedroom door and carried her inside. She knew it would take a lot for him to open up to her. Just what the fuck had happened to this guy in the Marines? Zoë wouldn’t push him for now. She felt sure he’d tell her when the time was right.
Feeling genuinely wanted, she wrapped her arms around Hunter’s neck and showered kisses upon his face. She felt like they were two lost souls, finally finding each other after fourteen years apart.
After his demonstration of complete power in the playroom, he was surprisingly gentle as he laid her carefully on the bed. His eyes were soft and mellow as he looked at her. “The playroom is where correction takes place. The bedroom is where we get to enjoy one another.”
Maintaining eye contact, he slowly slid the tight leather jeans past his strong muscular thighs. The breath caught in her throat as she saw his erect penis for the very first time. It was huge and twitched expectantly, its proud purple crown weeping his arousal. It stood achingly erect against his toned, washboard stomach. Her pussy moistened at the thought of him deep inside her, and she couldn’t stop herself from blurting out the words, “Jesus Christ, Hunter.”
A delicious, devil-may-care grin spread on his face, as he slowly pumped his magnificent shaft. “That’s right, it’s all for you. I shall enjoy filling you with this.” He pulled open a bedside drawer, and rummaged around inside. “What about protection?”
Zoë held out her arms, beckoning him. “No, I’m good, Hunter. Please hurry.”
His athletic frame, complemented by the subdued lighting, appeared perfect to her. His muscles bunched and flexed as he lay on the bed. Strong shoulders gave way to a broad chest, which petered down to a sexy washboard stomach, and slim hips. It was obvious that Hunter took care of his body.
His pierced nipples glinted tantalizingly as he leaned across, and kissed her lips. He then lay on his back, his huge prick saluting the air. “Ride me, Peaches.” He idly masturbated his shaft as he waited for her.
Her mouth watered. This was going to be extremely satisfying. She sat astride him, letting her thighs spread wide as he guided his throbbing dick to her pussy. After placing her hands against his powerful shoulders for support, she slowly, oh so slowly, took him inside. God, fucking hell. Her head tipped back and her lips parted in amazement. His cock was big, real big. It felt enormous, stretching her vaginal muscles almost to the point of pain. Zoë bit down on her bottom lip as she tried to accommodate his sheer size.
Hunter’s face held a picture of concentration, too. A whimper left her lips as she slid down the final inch of his thick prick. She automatically arched in response, throwing back her head with satisfaction. “God, Hunter. You’ve sure filled out over the years.”