Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
He’s not a boss. He’s the boss.
I can still remember the moment I first heard Cyrus Holt’s deep, commanding voice.
I didn’t know who he was or about the life he’d left behind. I was just a trembling orphan on the run from a monster, and he was the man offering me shelter and not giving me a choice about it.
This boss of bosses didn’t assign someone else to watch over me. He slept on the floor next to my bed when I woke up scared, then spanked me like a naughty little girl when I lied to him.
He could have claimed me that night, ravaging me without mercy or remorse.
But he didn’t.
He made me beg for it first.
Because he didn’t just want me as his for a night. He wanted me as his to keep.
Author: Sara Fields
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 64,000 words
Excerpt
“You will wait to come, sweet girl. I’ll tell you when you’re allowed to shatter for me,” he commanded, and another flare of passionate need surged through every inch of me. I was more on edge than I’d ever been. My thighs started to quake.
“But! Please! I can’t,” I cried.
I didn’t know how much longer I could last. I was already overwhelmed by the spiraling ball of desire in my core.
“Remember what I said about the belt,” he threatened, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I kissed him, trying to show him how desperate he was making me and how much I wanted to come for him, right here and now.
The pressure in my core continued to escalate.
His fingers never stopped. Soon enough, I feared I’d let go before he said I could. I started to beg.
“Please, Cyrus. Please let me come,” I pleaded. I’d never had to ask for permission to orgasm before and my pussy clenched down tight. His power over me felt so vast in that moment and all I wanted to do was please him, which only made me want to come even more.
The pads of his fingers worked my clit even more fervently.
I cried out, fearing that loss of control. My hands clutched at his broad shoulders. For a while, I tried not to dig my nails into his back, but soon I lost focus entirely.
Everything was centered inside the needy little bundle of nerves between my thighs.
My cries grew pitifully desperate and just as I feared I was about to lose it, he finally said the words I was waiting to hear.
“Come for me, Ava,” he demanded.
That was all I needed before I fell apart.
His touch got harder, more persistent, and white-hot bliss rained down around me. I arched my back, grinding into his fingers as best as I could. My hips rolled again and again as tremendous waves of pleasure surged through me, beginning at the tips of my toes and cascading to the ends of my fingers.
This was without a doubt the hardest orgasm I’d ever had in my life. As I came, I imagined what would come next. I fantasized about his massive cock sliding into me hard enough to make me scream.
I moaned low as quakes of pleasure held me captive. My eyes rolled back in my head as my orgasm deepened. I fell into a limitless chasm of ecstasy as my inner walls clenched down, over and over again. By the time that first orgasm finally crested and began to fade, my skin was coated in a light sheen of perspiration as I struggled to get myself back under control. My heart was beating frantically in my chest, and I was panting as I attempted to catch my breath.
“Good girl,” he whispered, and my clit pulsed again.
He moved back, gripping my panties and slowly dragging them down my hips. His gaze was locked at the cusp of my thighs as he revealed me, which made me whimper shyly. His knees were between my legs so there was no hope of pressing them together to hide my most private of places.
I’d always shaved down there, but I was suddenly bashful of how I looked.
By the time he’d pulled my panties down to my thighs, my clit was throbbing in anticipation of him seeing all of me. I expected him to move away so he could pull them the rest of the way down, but he didn’t. Instead, he grasped my underwear with both hands and tore them clean off. He threw them so that they landed somewhere on the floor.
I didn’t take my eyes off him to see where they went.
“Open your thighs for me. I want to see the needy little pussy that I’m about to fuck,” he demanded gruffly.
