The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo(19)

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 marked his territory by nipping her shoulder with his teeth as he began sliding his warm prick slowly inside her, inch by glorious inch. She knew he was big, but after so long without a man, Tyler felt enormous. His penis stretched her wider and deeper than she could ever have imagined. He must have heard her sharp intake of breath, because he said, “Oh, yes, I can tell you need me deep inside you. Your tight little pussy is just aching to be filled by me. You need a man to control you. You need a man to make you feel whole. You need me.”

“You know I do,” she whimpered as he finally forced his cock fully home. Facedown on the stairs, she rocked from side to side, trying to accommodate his massive prick, which felt wedged inside her.

He thrust harder and deeper before forcing a hand between her breasts and the stairs, his masculine weight bearing down on her.

“You’re heavy, you’re hurting me.”

He thrust inside her again as he mercilessly squeezed her nipples, his breathing fast and ragged. “Is that hurting you good, or hurting you bad?”

She threw back her head. “Hurting me good.”

“Believe me.” He thrust again, with such force that her stomach and hips pressed painfully, yet erotically against the uncaring mahogany wood. The sheer force of his exertions squeezed the breath from her lungs. “Soon, I shall take pleasure in stripping away each and every layer of your complex personality, until the raw natural beauty of the real Rebecca is revealed.” She felt his warm breath feather over her neck as he paused between each word, his lungs searching for air.

He thrust again, this time harder, his cock filling her so exquisitely she didn’t know where she finished and he began. “I demand to have the real Rebecca before me.”

The real Rebecca?

Tyler was right. Her secretive alter ego, the one he’d witnessed at Club Submission, the real Rebecca, stayed hidden from view until she could trust those around her.

Up until now, Club Submission had been the only place she could truly be herself. Introduced to the scene by a close friend, she’d blossomed under Mitch’s tutelage, until he’d found out the truth, and then her Master had dumped her.

I’m that sensual creature that Tyler Stone is fucking right now with such wonderful vigor. He makes me feel vital and alive. I’m aware of every single inch of my body, and I feel like I’m glowing all over.

“You have her, Tyler. This is who I really am.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes. Fuck me harder. It’s what I deserve. It’s what the real Rebecca was made for.”

Her forthright words seemed to spur him on, and he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, drawing her body closer to his. He nipped at her shoulder again, and growled in her ear, “Be careful what you wish for, Becca, because I am a man who will take you at your word.”

Rebecca shamelessly urged him on. “Go right ahead, I want you to.”

With incredible passion, he rode her hard and fast from behind. Christ, this guy has some energy. Grabbing hold of the step above her head, he then leveraged his body, doing pull-ups inside her. Like a man possessed, he pistoned into her with such animal strength, she couldn’t stop herself from whimpering and calling out his name.

“Tyler, oh God, Tyler. More.”

He responded, as she knew he would, fucking her harder still. Her whole body felt pummeled as his powerful physique banged her repeatedly against the solid hardwood. It hurt. Christ it hurt, but in a good way, and the pain mixed perfectly with the sheer sensual pleasure given by Tyler’s warm body caressing her back.

“Tyler.” Her words came out in a whisper now as she slipped into the twilight zone that he’d created with his magic.

Lying facedown and defenseless on the stairs, impaled by his huge cock, Rebecca submitted to his will. He slid a hand beneath her, and forced it down her quivering belly, until his finger connected with her soaking, engorged clit. Oh, dear God. It felt so swollen as he skimmed over the highly aroused bead, and she whimpered again. “Oh, that’s…oh that’s just…” Her head shook from side to side, and she gripped the stair tread even more tightly, totally unable to move. “Oh, that’s just so, so good.”