Dom of the Dead (1Night Stand Series) by Nelson Virginia

Author:Nelson, Virginia [Nelson, Virginia]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: A 1 Night Stand Story
Publisher: Decadent Publishing Company, LLC
Published: 2013-06-07T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Knowing he might be there, any moment, anywhere, kept her in a constant state of arousal. He’d teased her on the wall the night before then the scent of him, the essence of him vanished.

She’d felt his eyes though, as weird as that might seem. He refused her release, advising her toys were off limits and that if she tried to find her orgasm, he would be watching.

Waiting.

Perhaps she’d slipped the boundaries of sanity. Perhaps she wanted him so much she’d imagined him. The desire he created made her not care.

Her legs rubbed together when she walked and jacked her need higher. If she didn’t get off soon, she’d go out of her mind in a different way.

Stomping into the house, she locked the door behind her and dropped her purse on the table in the entryway. And hoped he lurked.

Her clothes fell away, tugged off as she strutted naked into the bedroom. With a flop onto the bed, she spread her legs, determined to satisfy the raging hunger riding her body.

“Don’t do it.”

Her lips curled. His voice, like chocolate-drenched sin, rippled over her as real as he’d ever sounded.

She slipped her fingers into the wet, hot slit, jiggling her clit with rapid strokes, the momentary ecstasy of the pressure enhanced by the knowledge he watched.

Again, invisible cuffs slammed her arms above her head. Before she could gasp in surprise, she flew upward, hair whipping around her face. In midair, she flipped over.

Dropping with a thump back onto the mattress, she wanted to lift her head but couldn’t, invisible bonds restraining her muscles, keeping them on lockdown. Her hair fell into her face but she was immobilized, unable to push it back.

The swift hand slapping her ass had her wriggling against the bed. Sharp pain quickly changed to heat and increased the wetness between her legs. The comforter bunched as she moved, more a tease of sensation than an actual release valve for the building pressure of her orgasm.

“Naughty girl. I almost think you like being spanked.” He repeated the abuse of her ass, but a little harder. She bit back her moan.

That one? All pleasure.

If he kept spanking her, she’d come.

Trying to arch her ass higher and aim her slit at the invisible hand got her pinned harder to the mattress.

Then his nails, ever so lightly, streaked down her back.

Her mouth opened and she barely held back the scream of ecstasy. How did he know?

Another firm smack on her ass and she shrieked.

And then nothing.

Her harsh breathing caused the hair hanging in her face to tickle her nose. Sweat broke out on her skin, waiting in anticipation for his next move.

Nothing.

Every muscle clenched, waiting. Her ears ached, she listened so hard for a sound from him, breath held. Not a single sound could be heard in the darkness of her bedroom.

“If you move, I won’t touch you.”

Her eyes closed. She imagined him smiling. The temptation to grin back waged a brief war with her need to scream at him to take her, to fuck her, to make her orgasm.

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