her.
“Good.”
He pressed the head of his shaft at her opening, gripped her hips with his hands and slowly eased himself inside her, one thick inch at a time.
“Breathe,” he ordered. “Take deep breaths. It will make it easier. Get ready, girl, because I want this right now.”
She was glad he’d buckled the gag into her mouth because as he drove in and out of her, pounding her, punctuating some of his thrusts with hard slaps to her ass, the pleasure coursed through her like a hot river. As he drove into her harder and harder, the spankings increased until the pleasurable pain of them filled every space and crevice and she lost a sense of anything except the sensations and the feel of his cock.
She was so close to the edge. Tears from the effort to hold back until he gave the command gathered in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. And still he plunged on and on.
She was barely aware of his fingers digging into her hips again or his balls slapping into her inner thighs.
“Now.” He gave a hoarse shout. “Now, girl. Come with me now.”
She exploded as he pumped into her and his cock pulsed again and again. Her body shook so hard she thought her bones rattled. The orgasm gripped her in a tight fist and shook her, tumbling her through space until at last —at last!—the spasms began to subside. She fell forward on the bed, her arms too weak to hold her any longer. Her ass was still on fire, her face soaked with her tears, and she had never felt so satisfied, so complete in her entire life.
Cade eased himself from her body and she heard him dispose of the condom. Then he lifted her in his arms and lay down on the bed with her, pulling her against his body. She could feel the heavy beat of his heart against her back.
“That was very good, girl.” His voice still had a rough sound to it. “Better than good.” He turned her in his arms so he could see her face, fingers brushing at the tears on her cheeks. “I want you, Fee.”
Her eyes widened at his use of her name.
“Yes,” he acknowledged, knowing what she was asking. “I used your name, so there won’t be any mistaking who is with me. Who I know is with me. Reulas was right, damn him. You’re exactly what I needed. Need,” he corrected.
”He was right about me, too.” She sighed, pleasurable warmth coursing through her. “If it’s Dealer’s Choice, I choose you.”
“Good.” He gave her a soft kiss. “We’ll set our own rules this weekend, and see how it goes. But make no mistake. I don’t intend to let you get away.”
“Does that mean you get to be the dealer now?”
“When I choose. Sometimes, though, I’ll want you to deal the cards. We’ll have a long time to get that right. Does that work for you?”
“Yes, Master.” She grinned. “Yes, Cade. It works just fine.”
And it did.
*The End*
About the Author
Referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance, Desiree Holt is the world’s oldest living published erotic romance author. A graduate of the University of Michigan her earlier careers include agent and manager in the music industry, public television, associate vice president of university advancement, public relations, and economic development.
She is three times a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award (and a winner in 2014), a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award winner for best BDSM book of the year, winner of the Ellora’s Cave Golden Ankh and winner of the Holt Medallion for Excellence in Romance Literature.
She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice , The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times, The Huffington Post and numerous other national and international publications. Currently she has signed on as a blogger for The Huffington Post. She is also the Authors After Dark 2014 Author of the