Driven By The Hero (Hero Romance 1) by Kalena Lyons Read Free Book Online Page A

willing partner and confidante in his exercises. One of his favorites was to bring her to the very edge of excitement, with both tongue and fingers, until she was hapless and helpless to his stentorian demands. He would then force her down on hands and knees, brandishing his prick like a weapon, and deftly insert any number of his collection of specially crafted toys into the gaping bud of her asshole as he watched, her body squirming and writhing as he slowly inserted a thinly tapered glass dildo inside her, her panting mouth gasping at the intrusion. Though she protested, though she desired his prick more than anything, Jack was always careful to wear her guard down a little before he even considered surrendering his body to her -to degrade her beauty, to humiliate her, to make her putty in his hands. That was the ultimate goal. Few men were capable of doing so with Renee. Most were simply so enchanted by her looks that they became tongue-tied, mesmerized in her mere presence. But not Jack. Jack had the adroit capability of dissolving each and every one of her boundaries, every scrap of her ego, until she was nothing more than pure flesh, without distinction, indiscernible from a queen, a beggar or the average commuter on the morning train. It didn’t matter how beautiful, how exotic, how lusted after Renee was in the eyes of other men; what was important to Jack was that she submit fully and without the slightest hesitation to every single one of his demands. Which she did gladly, until she too, like so many others who came before her, found herself patently exhausted by Jack’s incessant demands.
    Jack knew that the likelihood of a woman some twenty years his junior enduring all of his demands—especially a woman as physically captivating as Renee—was hardly likely, especially in an age of perpetual youth-worship. So he wasn’t at all shocked when she left him, even under the pretext of dating a much younger (and more handsome) actor. Nor was he insulted; he knew the real reason. Renee, like so many other women in his life before her, simply longed for a safer, more predictable way of life; one in which the precariousness of their vanity would be lauded instead of being stripped away.
    Jack couldn’t blame her. Still, there was something deep in his heart that cried out for her. Not for her beauty, which was, after all, merely a temporary shell and a largely irrelevant one at that, but for her ability to let herself go completely and utterly. His few dalliances since were limited to a handful of escorts, of whom he paid handsomely. Surrogate vessels, for lack of any more appropriate term. He felt guilty for thinking of it in such a cheap way, but there was no skirting around it. He thought of Renee—the heavily sculpted thighs, the perfectly upturned ass, her absolute malleability—and let himself get carried away. He let his prick spring from his shorts, and masturbated before dozing off fitfully.

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    Laura had woken up at 1:30 that afternoon, after finally persuading Gloria to get back to the hotel room to catch a few hours sleep before the start of the conference at 4:00. Gloria had insisted on grabbing both breakfast as well as taking a stroll downtown to Laura’s dismay as soon as they had unpacked. She may have only had approximately three extra hours of sleep, but she woke up feeling like… well, if not a million, then a hundred dollars. Mainly, due to the fact that Gloria was so excited to be outside of Philadelphia for a change that she insisted on spending the rest of the afternoon shopping by herself. Laura was alone, and took advantage of the silence to drift into a well-needed rest.
    She lazily yawned and shuffled her way into the bathroom, groggily shedding her pajamas. She let the shower run for a minute or two before stepping in, greedily letting the water and steam soak her skin, washing away all the accumulated stress of the last few days. Soaping her body, she could feel the