The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo(20)

He rumbled in her ear, “Do it for me, Becca. I demand you do it for me.” Those words, that voice, how could she refuse?

She drew in a huge gulp of air as he continued to pleasure her clit, and fuck her closer and closer to the ultimate release. His cock felt huge as the unstoppable orgasmic pressure within her built until she could no longer hold it at bay. Her body felt burning hot and was covered with perspiration, and her face rubbed painfully against the mahogany stairs as she headed willingly and wantonly toward sexual ecstasy. “Ty, I’m there, I…I…I.” The pleasure when her orgasm finally broke was indescribable.

“Tyler.” She screamed out his name, her pussy milking his cock as wave upon wave of sexual pleasure enveloped her very being. His huge prick was relentless and unstoppable, his energy undiminished. She squirmed beneath him, totally under his control, enjoying submitting her body to him as he powered into her once more. She felt him suddenly tense, and he gripped her hips so tightly, digging his fingers so deeply into her flesh, it hurt, but wonderfully so.

From close behind her, she heard his guttural bellow of appreciation as he finally let go and jerked his seed inside her, with two deep, magnificent thrusts of his cock.





Chapter Nine




Tyler leaned down and scooped Rebecca into his arms. In her present relaxed state, she felt unable to resist as he lifted her from the stairs and headed for the bedroom. When she stared up into his golden eyes, she saw concern, but there was something else, too. Something she couldn’t quite discern. Whatever emotions warred in his mind, they would have to remain secret for now, because he smiled down at her as he crossed the galleried landing and shouldered open the bedroom door.

“Did I hurt you?”

“A little, but in a nice way. My bones ache though. You’re a big guy.”

He kissed her lips. “Time for some pampering, I think.” Tyler motioned toward the light switch set just inside the room. “Flick that on, will you?”

She did as he asked, and the bedroom suddenly filled with a subdued light, the type that cast a warm, inviting glow over the strictly masculine space. Just as downstairs, this room had a stark modern appearance, with very little in the way of embellishment. A simply designed alarm clock stood next to the largest bed she’d ever seen. The only nod to luxury was a beautiful, deep pile carpet presented in a pleasant oatmeal color, letting her know that Tyler Stone did, after all, enjoy some creature comforts.

He gently laid her on the bed. “This is more comfortable than the stairs.” Then he pulled open a drawer in the bedside cabinet. He patted her naked thigh to gain her attention. “Aloe vera or chamomile?”

“Excuse me?”

He held up the small bottle. “Most ladies prefer chamomile. It makes an excellent balm to soothe sore limbs.” Tyler sat on the bed next to her, and poured a little oil into a cupped hand. “Lie back, honey. I’ve been told I have the magic touch. I’ll soon soothe away any aches and pains.”

Rebecca stretched out on her back and sighed blissfully as he massaged the chamomile lotion over her stomach, hips, and thighs, never once taking his eyes from hers. “It’s cold.”

He laughed. “I know, honey. The stair treads have left some nasty indentations on your beautiful creamy thighs. I’ll soon get rid of them.”

“Thank you, kind sir. Ah, that’s sheer bliss.” She closed her eyes. “You’re making me so relaxed, I could easily go to sleep.” She opened one eye and teased, “You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

She could see he was still sexually aroused. His eyes burned like amber pools of molten lava, while his hair fell disheveled about his masculine face, giving him that devil-may-care look she liked so much. Tyler was incredibly sexy, and that thought alone made her wonder just how many women had lain exactly where she was now. She decided to ask—albeit in a roundabout sort of way.

Supine on the bed, she dreamily ventured, “Your home is very masculine. There doesn’t appear to be much feminine influence.”

Even with her eyes closed, she knew Tyler smiled as he sensuously applied the soothing balm. “This should stop any bruising. As for feminine influence, why don’t you just ask me what’s really on your mind?” She opened her eyes again and watched him sit back and fold his arms across his chest, waiting expectantly.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” she said with a mock indignity she knew wouldn’t fool him.

He laughed. “Oh, come on. You just want to know about the women in my life.”

“No I don’t.”