Collar (Changing Roles Book 3) Page 13

  I wanted a man I could love, a man with a fiercely protective heart who would never let me fall. If I stumbled, Jake would catch me. He would also allow me to fly free. He would give so much more than he ever took.

  In the darkness of my makeshift hood, I imagined the hardness of his jaw, the resolute cast of his mouth, and the need expressed so freely in the depths of his eyes.

  I needed him to take me away, take everything until I teetered on the brink of nothingness. Then, I wanted him to put me back together again. I wanted to stand free, but forever be a part of him.

  I spoke, my voice low and soft, with the submission I accepted into my heart. “Take me however you need.” I spread my legs, allowing his cock to settle between my legs.

  The rip of foil hit my ears. I would have preferred to sheathe him myself, but my hands wouldn’t move. Bound to his will, I kept them over my head and pressed to the bed.

  Jake growled above me, making my insides heat with the anticipation of what came next.

  He grabbed my hands with one of his own and restrained me with his strength. His other hand caressed my hip. “You’re never shutting me out again. I want all of you, and I’ll take everything I need…from you.”

  His lips skimmed my body, beginning at my hip and moving up. He didn’t rush. He took his time. I was his temple, and he worshipped me. He reached my navel, pressing light kisses there. When he moved to my breasts, my body let go. I floated in the bliss of his kisses.

  He explored the swell of my breasts, taking an agonizingly slow path to my beaded nipples. An ache settled between my legs, and I arched into the heat of his wandering mouth. I needed, no, I wanted him.

  The low sound of laughter filled my ears. He teased me by refusing to give me what I wanted. My nipples had not yet felt the heat of his mouth or the press of his lips. I squirmed beneath him, trying to force his hand.

  And he gave me his hand. His palm cupped my breast and his fingers brushed over the tight bud of my nipple. He captured my nipple between his fingers, and as he squeezed, his mouth found my other nipple. I was caught between the heat of his mouth and the pain of his fingers squeezing and pinching; he drew forth unintelligible sounds from beneath my hood.

  I bucked when he flicked my nipple with his tongue. I screamed when he pinched and twisted. My body came alive under his skillful touch.

  He said nothing, allowing me to focus on the sensations he drew from my soul.

  I don’t know how long this went on, only that my body buzzed and begged for more.

  His fingers snaked a lazy path downward, pausing to swirl around my belly button, but not stopping. They moved farther down to sweep against the tender skin of my inner thighs.

  I held my breath, wanting more, scared to death his teasing would never end. With my sight removed, I focused on his body heat, the ragged pulls of his breathing, the currents of air whispering across my skin. I inhaled the richness of his scent and the musky flare of his arousal. I knew every point of contact between us: his lips on my hips, his fingers touching my folds, and the long, heavy length of his cock shifting over my legs.

  I drowned in everything that was Jake Davenport, imprinting him deep into my mind.

  “God,” he said, sliding a finger into my wanton heat. “You’re so fucking wet.”

  I cried out with the press of his finger. I almost moved my hands from their prison above my head when he slipped a second finger in. The rough pads of his fingertips drove me wild.

  “Please,” I begged. “Please!” But I couldn’t form a coherent thought.

  His fingers stroked inside me, pulling in and out with agonizing slowness.

  “I need you.” And I did. I needed him so badly. He hadn’t given me an ounce of pain, but while I loved walk on the edge of agony, I didn’t need any of that now. I wanted Jake to cast me into oblivion. I wanted to fly under his watchful eye. I wanted to soar above him. Like a falcon and its master, I would always return to his side.

  He held my heart, forever chained to his love.

  The weight of his body shifted over me. I moaned with the loss of his fingers, but then quieted when he aligned himself with my entrance.

  I tried taking in a breath but couldn’t when he slammed forward.

  My Master was done being gentle.

  A scream ripped from my throat. Painfully pleasurable, he filled me. He moved, relentless with his thrusts. I didn’t want to breathe. I only wanted to feel.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist, needing more, wanting him deeper and harder.

  Desperate to touch, I struggled to lift my hands. He nipped at my shoulder and grabbed my wrists. I was helpless. I couldn’t move. Completely at his mercy, I was exactly where I needed to be.

  And my body responded. Not to pain, but to the pleasure he inflicted upon me. He filled the gaping emptiness, that aching loneliness I had tried to obliterate with the cries of men. All of it vanished beneath the power of this man. He flooded me with his love, until my heart felt as if it would burst. This powerful man, this gentle Master, took me to the height of pleasure and held me there, giving more and more of himself as his desperation to claim me grew.

  Each of his thrusts added to the blaze burning inside me, stoking embers into flames, until I was awash in sensation. He pushed into me, his pace punishing and raw. I tried to hold on, but I was lost to his dominance.

  I let go. I wouldn’t control him. I couldn’t.

  My body climbed fiery heights. His thrusts pushed me to the edge. I teetered between wanting to explode and never wanting this to end.

  “Ahh,” I moaned, my eyes closing and my body melting beneath him. How that was possible I didn’t know because the orgasm building within me had my insides strung so tight I was going to snap and sail off into oblivion.

  He didn’t ask if I was close but seemed to sense my need. He bent his head and closed his lips around my nipple. His tongue flicked the hardened nub. Then he bit down, eliciting a scream and sending a bolt of pain surging through my body, igniting a fuse. I tumbled toward a mind-numbing orgasm. Ecstasy carried me on the shockwave of indescribable pleasure, taking me to soaring heights. My breaths turned quick and ragged. I think I was hyperventilating. I didn’t care.

  He gave me what I needed. Pleasure merged with pain, and I flew.

  As my body came down from that pleasurable high, he yanked my shirt down. I blinked against the light, my sight returning and settling on the intensity of his gaze. He held me with a power stronger than his physical body. I tumbled into the depths of his eyes, imprinting his face on my mind. My worst nightmare disappeared and was replaced with the most painful pleasure.

  Spent from my orgasm, I watched as Jake stiffened with his release. His grip tightened painfully, squeezing my wrists, as he bucked his hips and slammed into me with the pleasure surging within him.

  That touch, his hands on mine, kept me from tumbling into the abyss. I stayed with him, my senses obliterated, until he collapsed on top of me.

  I felt his smile before I saw it. The grin began in the blue depths of his eyes and expanded outward to become the devastating twinkle I knew all too well. Joy filled his face with a smile full of love and acceptance. And in that look, I saw my future.

  I was a Mistress who’d found love in a dominant’s arms. That role had forever changed me.

  Once I’d feared submission, but now I welcomed the possibility of what I might become.

  “And who am I, my love?” he asked, lowering himself over me and pinning me to the bed.

  “Mine,” I whispered.

  “And who do you belong to?”

  My lips curved into a smile. “I belong to you.”

  His breath whispered a path down my skin. With the press of his lips, he asked one last question. “And who do you love?” His tone demanded an answer.

  This time, I was not afraid to respond. “I love you.” I stared at him, amazed I had spoken the truth.

  He buried me in a flurry of kisses, stoking my desire for more
. I would never have enough of this gentle man who loved me. Whether pleasure or pain, Jake Davenport would always give me what I needed.

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  My father gave me to a stranger in exchange for debts owed.

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