There has been a lot of chaos here at the new house. New fridge, then replacement fridge. Cleaninnggggggg. Building furniture. Unpacking boxes (omg so many boxes). Getting ready for dogs, getting Maverick and Bailey!! Getting in trouble with the HOA because of the old homeowners. Ant infestations. Trying to still do day job work while also tackling the insane task of having anxiety in a house that is utter chaooossssss!!! So much that I almost forgot to share this, but how could I not?? Jane Henry just had a release last week and I can’t wait to dive into it!
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I was hired to apprehend a monster – a Dom who’d been sentenced to life for killing his submissive. I’ve seen what he’s capable of, and the images will haunt me forever. I swore I’d stop at nothing to put him behind bars.
But then our plane back to the States crashes.
We are the only two survivors.
And the monster will make me wish I’d died along with the rest of them…
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She glares at me and I see a flash of something I’ve never seen in her eyes before. Is it vulnerability? Something about being taken over my lap brought out the little girl in her. Tears glitter in her eyes, her lips pointing down in a frown.
“Fuck you,” she hisses.
I clearly haven’t broken her. I almost put her back over my knee. But no. Spanking is only one of many tools I have.
I gently push her off my lap and let her fall to her knees on the floor. I leave her panties on. I enjoy seeing them bunched up around her ankles as I force her onto her knees in front of me.
“I told you if you didn’t watch that mouth, I’d find another use for it,” I say, reaching for my zipper. The anger momentarily fades in her eyes, and they widen almost comically.
With her hands cuffed in front, still on her knees, she’s given no choice. I control this situation.
My cock is rock hard after spanking her. Causing pain like that always awakens the sadist in me, the one who yearns to cause pain and discomfort. Memories flash before me when I let my mind wander, the pain I’ve inflicted over the years burned into my mind like a scorching brand on flesh. I’ll never erase those memories from my mind.
“Open your mouth,” I order, fisting her hair and drawing her head back. Her mouth parts open and she stares at me. I lean in and rasp against her ear. “And now, you’ll show me how to use that mouth. Do anything funny, and I’ll make you wish you hadn’t. Is that clear?”
She gives the faintest nod of her head.
She knows I’ve left her little choice but to do what she’s told. She also knows if I wanted to, I could have her spread eagled on that bed, taking my cock.
But not now. Not yet. Not until she begs.
I remove my cock, and slide it into her warm, wet mouth. Her eyes widen in surprise, then go half-lidded as she tentatively suckles.
I haven’t had sex in so long, I have to stifle a sigh. It feels so fucking good.
But this is about gaining control, not losing it, and I can’t let her see how her little mouth around my cock unravels me.
“Good girl,” I say, guiding her head with my fist in her hair, shoving it back and forth so her head bobs between my legs. “That’s a very good girl.”
I reach down and tweak her nipples while she sucks, making her moan and squirm. I knead them in my hand, palm them, then give lazy little pinches that make the buds harden and peak. Her eyes close and she sucks harder. I release one breast, grab her hair, and bob her head faster, fucking her mouth with savage thrusts of my hips. She gags, and when she opens her eyes, they water.
Maintaining eye contact, I keep a hold of her hair, pulling it from time to time to guide her mouth on my cock. I’m drunk on this, and I need to come. “You like this?” I ask her. “You like being a slut for your sir?” Another sharp thrust of my hips and she gags, pitching forward, inhaling deeply through her nose. But she can’t help the little moan she releases around my cock.
Fuck yes. Jesus Christ, this feel so fucking good.
When I’m just on the verge of coming I pull out, release her hair, swing it in front and wrap it around my cock. I fist my swollen cock in my hand, watching her eyes go wide when she looks at the large length.
“You stay there,” I rasp. “You watch me come. I’ll mark you, Nadine. Mark you as mine.”
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Holy shit island captive sounds HOT! If I ever unpack my house and organize my office, I am digging into this one asap! I hope you read it and tell me what you think, lovelies, get your finger ready and #oneclick now!
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