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Regina
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I come awake at the sound of a car door slamming next to me. What the hell? He’s tied me to the steering wheel of the car. How the hell did he do this? Had I really slept this hard? I can’t believe it, I’m a light sleeper, usually waking at the smallest noises. Yet it’s—holy shit—it’s almost seven in the morning and we’re outside the Holiday Inn. He had to have stopped for gas at least once. I slept through not just him stopping for gas, but him tying me up? He is good.
It’s his damn necktie again and it’s too damn hard to get out of. When I escape I’m taking it with me and I’m burning it. Okay, forget trying to undo it. Maybe try and just get into the driver’s seat and—the car door opens. He lowers his head and takes in the sight of me on the center console.
He sighs. “You are seriously getting on my nerves right now.”
Sullen, I get back into the passenger seat, but it’s not easy. He drives a short distance to the long row of rooms. There is a main tower of the hotel, then there is a smaller box of hotel rooms that look out onto the parking lot. He parks at the end of the row. I don’t bother moving as he gets out of the car. Opening the back seat, he grabs a small leather duffle.
Back on my side, he opens the door. “Can you please get my bag?”
He shakes his head as he tugs me out of the car. His hand tight around my arm sends a current through me that has me wide awake. The door opens smoothly with the slide of a keycard and a beep. It’s a large room with two queen beds, a small seating area with a table and two chairs. There is a long low dresser with a flat-screen television on the wall in front of the beds.
I try to tug free of him, hating the way my stomach flips at the sight of the beds. At what his touch is doing to me.
His hand tightens. “You need to learn something. I touch you when I want. You belong to me. I make the rules.”
“You said you wouldn’t force me.” I spit out the words, afraid of the dark intent in his endless blue eyes.
Those sexy, full lips tip up at the edge. “There is force, then there is force.”
Why the hell does that one word make me wet when I don’t even know what it means? He lowers his head, his free hand goes around my neck. Oh god, it should scare me the way his big hand wraps around my neck so easily, only it doesn’t. I’m ashamed at the way my nipples harden, at the beehive that hand has kicked over in my tummy. I can’t move as his tongue traces my lips. He inhales my breath, my lungs stutter to a painful halt as those bees freak the fuck out, buzzing wildly inside me. Slowly the hand around my neck tightens to the point of pain. It doesn’t scare me, it causes a rush of wet heat to flood the apex of my thighs.
“Interesting, my princess likes force. Hmm...it makes your pussy wet, doesn’t it, Regina? I can hardly wait to sink deep into you and stay there for hours, hell, maybe even days. Before I’m done I’ll know every inch of your gorgeous body. My cock will be seared into your hot, tight pussy.”
Then he does the unthinkable: he lets me go. I fall against him, and the bastard laughs as he swings me up into his arms, then seconds later drops me on the bed.
I hate him so fucking much. Squeezing my eyes shut, I roll onto my side away from him. A shiver runs up my spine as I hear him undressing. Then the bed dips. Fear sends me rolling away from him.
“Don’t you dare touch me,” I screech. Ouch, fuck. I’m on the floor, my hip hurts. Heat hits me, and I look up to find Dominic staring down at me, his hands on his hips. Oh god, I swear his eyes are heavy as a touch. It jerks my own gaze down to find my dress is undone. It doesn’t really wrap around me. It’s secured at my hip, or it was until my fall has it open, showing the boring tan cotton bra and black cotton panties.
An eyebrow goes up as he studies me. I go bright red in agony. He has to be thinking of all the ways I don’t measure up to the beautiful women he’s been with in the past. There is no doubt in my mind they wore matching silk or lace bra and panty sets designed to entice. I’m too fat, I’m too tall, I’m—oh god.
I take him in, standing there wearing only silk black boxers. Holy crap, he is stunning. My mouth waters as the insane desire to lick every inch of him hits me hard, there between my legs. Beautiful caramel skin is stretched taut over sinew and muscle. Black hair swirls over his chest and his stomach—no. “You’ve been shot.”
He nods, his eyes don’t move from my breasts. Oh god, they are tingling and tight beneath his gaze. “If you wanted to show me your beautiful body, you just had to say it. All I wanted was to get some sleep. Now you’ve woken the beast, princess, and it’s time to pay for it.”
I shake my head, I try to move but I’m still in the cuffs and it isn’t easy. His foot comes down on the back of the dress on the floor, keeping me in place.
“It would help me believe you don’t want me to touch you if I couldn’t clearly make out the wet spot on the front of your panties spreading down lower and lower. The scent of your pussy has been fucking with my head all damn night. The moment I laid eyes on you, I wanted to back you up against the wall and fuck you where you stood.” His tongue snakes out over his lips.
“That’s it, princess.” He purrs like a lazy lion. “you know your eyes turn to honey when your pussy weeps for me? Hmm...I love pussy even though I’m not sure if you deserve my tongue yet. I still need to pay you back for that smack you gave me.”
Shame hits me all over again as I remember slapping him.
“Yes, princess, if you were a man you’d be dead right now. Then again, it was probably the only thing that kept me from fucking you then and there. Pull up your bra, princess, let me see your tits.” His foot comes between my knees, forcing them wider apart.
Even as I’m shaking my head, shame fills me at how badly I want to do as he says. “I’ll scream,” I warn him.
“Regina.” His tongue caresses every letter, twisting it into something incredibly erotic, flashing those dimples that are so unfair. “You bet your ass you’ll scream. I’ll make you scream until your throat is raw and there is no air in your lungs. Until you wonder if you can stand another second more. Then, princess, I’ll do it all over again, and you’ll love every fucking minute.”
Oh god, I don’t doubt him at all, and I’m biting down painfully on my lip to keep from begging him to do everything he promises.
“Your pussy will run like a river, down my face, to your ass, all over my cock as I fuck your tight little pussy. It will hurt the first time, no way around it, I’m big and your pussy is brand new. I promise even with the pain you’ll come long and hard and then beg for more.”
I blush so red I feel faint as his hands go around my arms, lifting me up off the floor. I’m on the edge of the bed, Dominic only inches from me. Oh god, I shiver as my mouth waters. Why is it doing that? Another hot flood soaks my panties even more. I’m frozen in fear even as heat is consuming every inch of my body.
My eyes rise, meeting Dominic’s, what I see has me trembling.
“Touch me, princess.”
The words are a growl, they have me squeezing my legs at the way I’m tingling, there. I blink and his boxers have been pushed down. A whimper escapes me at the sight of him. Big, too big, thick, hard. I move on the bed, trying desperately to soothe the ache between my thighs. A small pearl of clear liquid forms at the blunt mushroom head. Fascinated, I stare as another builds.
“Touch me, Regina, taste me.” The words are guttural from low in his chest.
Swaying toward him, I catch myself and shake my head. His hand goes into my hair, stopping me. I gasp as the tip of him is pressed against my lips. The second my mouth opens Dominic presses into my mouth. I’m a slut, a freak, I’m shaking my head even as I open my mouth wider to take him deeper. Lightning fast, Dominic pushes into my mouth.
“Careful, princess, suck lightly, there you go, so fucking good. That’s it, such a soft hungry tongue you have, princess, oh fuck.” The word comes out of him as if he’s choking on it. His hand tightens in my hair. The sound of him gasping, moaning my name spurs me on to learn every inch of him with my tongue.
I give in to need and touch him. He’s so big one hand won’t go all the way around him, I need both hands. Soft, so silky soft, yet hard, thick, hot, exquisite. How odd I find this as beautiful as the rest of him. That sane part of me is screaming to stop, this is dirty, bad, wrong only I can’t, any more than I could stop breathing.
“Both hands, up then down, yes. I need your mouth, princess. Suck deeper, you can take it.”
His hand in my hair is moving me on him. I can barely keep up with him, yet I can’t let him go either. I welcome this; feeling him tremble sends a surge of pride through me. I’m doing this. I’m making him feel so good. With a groan he comes, filling my mouth until I choke. It shakes me from the stupor I’m in...what have I done? Horror comes over me, I try to get away from Dominic, except his hand is still tight in my hair as his other hand wipes away what I couldn’t swallow on my cheek.
“That was disgusting. I don’t want you to touch me—”
Ouch. He yanks on my hair, sending me back to look at him. “What a little liar you are. So disgusting you swallowed every fucking drop you could. So disgusting you hummed with pleasure seconds before I came.”
His other hand is between my legs, tugging my panties to the side.
“Don’t!” I struggle, shame filling me.
“Don’t what, princess? Don’t feel how wet you are. Jesus, you are soaking wet. Did you come, princess?” Two fingers slide along my lower lips; they are so slick there is no resistance as they sink into me. Oh, god, no. Even his fingers are thick. I should be outraged, feel invaded, but I’m none of those things. I want more of it, of everything. I struggle not to move on his fingers; desperate need has me whimpering at fighting my body’s desire for those fingers to move deeper into me. “Did you come from sucking my cock?”
I’m shaking my head because I don’t know. I’ve never even touched myself other than to wash. My body did something, only it wasn’t the body trembling thing that happened to Dominic. My hands go around his wrist. It’s so thick, I have to grab him with both hands as his muscles flex below my hands. “Stop it, please stop it, Dominic.”
“Stop? Princess, we haven’t even gotten to the best part.” His fingers move and oh fucking god. My hips move without my permission. I jump as a thick fingertip brushes against my clitoris. “There it is, the pearl in the ocean of your sweet juicy pussy. Saying stop when you’re creaming for my cock before I’m even inside you is exactly the kind of shit that makes you a girl instead of a woman.”
Dominic growls. In a flurry of movement my panties are gone and I’m flat on my back. I barely have time to take it in when he moves between my legs. His shoulders are between my thighs, his hot breath... Oh, no, no, this is wrong. So wrong, I’m begging him to stop. He doesn’t even slow down as his velvet tongue runs over the seam of me. His moan sends shivers through me. No, this is wrong, he has to stop. My hands go into his hair, trying to pull him away. Deeper his tongue delves into me, and against my will my hips move to meet that greedy tongue. Mindlessly begging him for more.
“Dominic, no.” I gasp even as my legs open wider and tears fall from my eyes at the way my body is betraying my mind. Again and again his tongue pushes into me before teasing around that tight bundle of nerves and need. Once, twice...he’s stopped.
Fighting for air, I can only watch as he moves off the bed. His movements are slow and languid as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He steps into his boxers. That damn eyebrow goes up as those ice-blue eyes run over me.
“Dominic?” I hate the way it comes out of me in a plaintive whisper.
“You said stop.” The bastard laughs. “Good girls get to come, princess. I wanted to taste your come on my tongue; you were the one who said no.” A shrug. “I told you. I fuck women, not girls.”
I’m frozen, unable to even move on my own as he rolls the top cover over me, then gets under the sheet and pulls me against him, spoon fashion, my back to his front. “Go to sleep. This is all I was going to do from the very beginning. If you had been a good girl, we would have both been asleep by now.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as he turns off the light. His hold isn’t tight but he’s all around me. Even with the covers between us I can feel his hard-muscled chest move against my back, smell the leather, rain, and moss of his cologne. Why does this feel so good? Am I a freak? I have to be—I loved when his hand went around my throat, then it made me wetter when he tightened it.
Dominic may have forced his cock into my mouth but I eagerly tasted him, wanted more of him. Even now I’m trembling at what the mere memory of tasting him does to me. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. I’ve dreamed of my wedding night with Richard, with a man who loved me and wanted to make love to me, not a man who forced his cock into my mouth. Damn it, why can’t I remember those dreams?
Closing my eyes, I search desperately for those dreams only to find they are gone. Now, all I can see is Dominic. All I can feel is his hands on me, his mouth on me. What would happen if I turned around and... Stop it.
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Dominic
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The moment she slips into sleep, I feel it. Fuck me, it had not been easy to keep from sliding between her legs and taking what’s mine. I have no doubt about it: Regina is mine, completely and utterly. Her eager tongue licking over every inch of my cock over and over again until I saw stars, the way her wet mouth sucked on me deep, just right. The way she collapsed into my arms when I let her go screamed it, even if she won’t say it.
Sweet, innocent Regina likes it rough. I’m well aware the first time we fuck I’ll have to be gentle, but after that I cannot wait to lose myself in her hot, tight heaven. I’ll need to spend a good hour eating her until she comes so many times she can’t move. God, I haven’t tasted a pussy as sweet as hers in...fuck, I can’t remember. My cock is leaking again at the need to taste her. I had wanted so badly to taste her come on my tongue.
But my princess has some lessons to learn. I can only hope we get to them all before our wedding night. A small sigh escapes her. She nearly undoes me when she moans my name. My arms tighten around her. This isn’t usual for me. I don’t like to sleep with a woman in my arms—I need my space to fall asleep. It was annoying enough to have a woman sleep the night in my bed. I did it because it was convenient to have them there when I woke up and wanted to fuck. Right now, Regina feels damn good in my arms. Her soft body melting into mine, she fits me perfectly, in so many ways.