For some reason, my other account can’t find it access r/Erotica. So, this is not a stolen story. I am the author of it. This is a small excerpt from a Novel I am working on. It has not been edited at all. I am trying to get a feel of what readers think about where they story line should go. Any input is welcome. This is the first book I have written and I’m looking for all constructive criticism. TYIA! Best always, Fae
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Pulling the SUV in to the lodge Cruz smiled as he watched Grace admire the celebration in main room. The floor to ceiling glass windows throughout offered a picture show of the men and women laughing and dancing while beats of music slipped through the cracks of the door and into the early evening air.
“You want to go in? I can drop you off and go park the car,” Cruz asked stopping the car just before the parking area of the lodge while stroking her hand with his thumb. Grace leaned over and placed her hand on Cruz’s gorgeous face. She studied his persimmon lips and high strong cheekbones then licked her lips before gazing in to the almost cobalt blue eyes that have come to be her kryptonite.
“No,” she whispered kissing his lips delicately, “I want my seriously hot boyfriend Cruz to take me home and fuck me. Fuck me long, fuck me hard and claim every inch of my body.” His pupils started to dilate as Cruz shifted in his seat before placing the Aviator in park.
“Do you now?” he asked running his fingers down her long, smooth hair.
“And then, when Cruz is done taking and using my body to his will, I want Jameson to make love to me, slowly, passionately, until I fall asleep in his arms,” Grace bit her bottom lip as Cruz groaned and grabbed his hardening cock. He kissed her hard before putting the car in gear and racing to the parking pad behind his cabin. Grace squealed with laughter as Cruz ran around the car, opened her door and picked Grace up out of the seat. Throwing her over his shoulder and rushing to the door; she squealed again as Sophia called out from her cabin.
“Not now, Soph. Daddy has things to do,” he yelled back as he rounded the wrap around porch to the front door. Grace saw flowers laid on the doormat at the front door from her upside down position and started to protest Cruz’s hurried pace the bed room. The palm of his hand smacked her half exposed ass as he kicked the door closed rattling the walls and art with his force.
Grace cried out as he made it to the bedroom and threw her on the bed. Toeing off her shoes and kicking them to the floor, she marveled at Cruz’s body climbing up the bed to her open embrace.
“You, my little vixen, have no idea what you have gotten yourself in to,” he said before assaulting her mouth with his lips and tongue. Their teeth clashed, tongues encircled one another while Cruz’s hand gripped the back of her head and pulled Grace harder to his mouth. They gasped for air once he broke the embrace. Their eyes both filled with raw desire.
“I’m yours, Cruz, what ever you want, what ever you desire, let me give it to you,” Grace proclaimed as Cruz climbed off the bed.
“Grace, you have no idea what you are saying. I can’t do that to you, not today,” he replied as he unbuckled his pants remembering the pain in her eyes as she confronted her abductor. Grace crawled off the bed, removed his hands from his jeans, and finished pulling the belt out of the loops before dropping it on the floor. She reached her hand down his jeans and felt his hard cock over his briefs. Precum already dotted the slick material. Her eyes never left his.
“Take me, take my body, use me, please. I need this from you, baby,” Grace pleaded as she slowly unzipped the zipper of his black denim jeans with her free hand. Cruz tilted his head back and moaned, gently rubbing his hands up and down her arms.
“I need you to be what I feel when I am being teased. I need you to be what I see when I am bound. I need you to make that pain I have felt become pleasure only you can give me,” she kissed him as she slowly dropped to her knees. “I need you to control me, Cruz. Please, I’m begging you,” Grace unsheathed his rod from its’ enclosure. Licking her lips before kissing the tip, Grace wrapped a loose grip along his cock, grinning at Cruz’s girth as she gently stroked his manhood slowly up and down his shaft.
Grace opened her mouth and placed the tip his bulbous erection on her tongue then closed her lips around him and sucked the precum off the tip. She repeated the step again, going a little deeper this time while tightening her grip on his cock.
“Fuck, Gracie. You feel amazing sucking my cock,” he moaned. Her eyes stared up at his chin, waiting for his tilted head to look down into her eyes. She wanted him to watch as she masterfully worked his cock with her mouth and hand. Grabbing his sack, she gently tugged, working all three areas and tormenting his senses with her mouth and finger tips.
“You want me to fuck you, to use you, to claim you, Gracie?” She moaned in to his dick like it was a microphone straight to his orgasm. “You want me to tie you up, tease you, and spank you?” Grace moaned again, removing her hand from his balls and placing it between her legs outside of her embroidered shorts. Grace nodded her head as she pushed harder against his shaft. She moved her tongue towards the front of her mouth, giving passage to more of his cock now pounding on the back of her throat.
Cruz stepped back: her lips puckered as his cock quickly left her mouth with a pop. She licked her lips and panted, looking up into his wanton eyes. Lust, heat, passion filled his gaze as she watched his chest rise and fall with each breath. Each inhale she could see his body filling with desire, each exhale she watched the chivalry disappear.
Cruz knew there was a line here; where it was drawn he could only know by starting to fulfill her demands. He wanted her, wanted her as his sub and wanted her as his everything. Cruz needed this control from Grace. Not only as a Dom but also as the man devoted to protect her. He watched as her dilated eyes plead for his cock. He clinched his fist, willed the orgasm she had edged to go away and watched her slowly slip her fingers in to her shorts between her legs.
“No touching,” he said. Grace pouted as he reached down and gently gripped her chin with his thumb and index finger. “And no back talk. Do you understand?” His sultry voice rang straight between Grace’s thighs.
“Yes,” she whispered as he gently pulled up on her head, indicating for her to stand.
“Grace, I am going to take you as you have asked,” he said kissing her neck, “I am even going to fuck you like you want” she opened her mouth, a soft gasped followed, “but I can not claim what is already mine, now can I?” Grace moaned, tilting her head back and reaching for his arms. “I asked you a question, it would be smart to answer me,” he said nipping at her long neck.
“Yes. No. Wait, I’m confused,” she mumbled as his lips trailed down her collarbone. Cruz reached around her back and firmly grabbed her cheeks, snapping her back to reality.
“Oh,” she cried, moving her arms to his neck for balance.
“Pay attention, baby, or you could get hurt,” he kissed her firmly, wrapping his arms around her body and picking her up off the ground. Turning half way around, he sat her back to the floor and released her. Cruz stepped back, hiked his pants back up around his waist without fastening them before he sat on the edge of the bed. “Take your shirt off,” he ordered, “slowly.”
Grace reached for the hem of the red silk camisole with her fingertips and brushing them across her belly as she slowly raised the silk material up her torso and chest and off her body before dripping it to the floor.
“Now that bra, off and to the floor.”
Grace watched as his cock twitched once her pebbled nipples were exposed to the cool air circulating from the fan above.
“Very nice, Grace. Do you know how beautiful you are?” Grace blushed and started to lower her head bashfully. Cruz rose from the bed, reached for her thighs and traced them up her body before turning her around to the large mirror next to his chaise. He brushed the hair from one side of her neck off her shoulders, sweeping it to the other shoulder so the loose curls fell upon her taught breast.
“You.” He kissed her neck as his arm wrapped around her waist.
“Are.” Next, he wrapped his other arm around her ribs and across the center of her chest, kissing her shoulder.
“Perfect.” Cruz whispered in her ear before sucking her lobe into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.
Grace shifted within his embrace and he gripped tighter. Cruz watched as Grace stared not into her own eyes but at the scars below her breasts. He ran his thumb over that sacred area slowly, tracing out the letters that were visible and guessing where the others would have been. Grace closed her eyes an inhaled as Cruz turned her away from the mirror and bent down. Gently, he kissed under each breast then lifted his head to take in each perked nipple before rising completely to claim her mouth again. His hands traced up her torso to her ribcage and gently rubbed the flesh beneath her breasts where the scars lived.
“I will take your pain away, Grace. Just give me the control to do it and I will make your body forget any other person, place or time before we met,” he kissed her softly before running his finger tips back down her abs. Grace’s skin pimpled as he unbuttoned the shorts and teased the zipper down. Slipping both hands in the material, he continued to trace down her body removing the shorts in the process.
“You aren’t wearing anything under your shorts, Gracie. Were you expecting to see someone?” She giggled.
“No. I didn’t want panties on after feeling your cum drip from me earlier,” Cruz’s cock flexed against Grace’s belly hearing her truth.
“Now that is a very good girl, Gracie,” he whispered. Cruz began kissing Grace along her collarbone again then slowly lowered his body; first to each nipple then back to her scars. Grace started to place her hands on his shoulder before he tightly grabbed each wrist and shook his head. “No touching Grace, not me, not yourself, unless I say you may. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered as her pulse quickened. She pulled her arms back gently. Cruz gripped tighter.
“Trying to go somewhere,” he continued the teasing down her waist to the curve of her hip. Grace’s thighs trembled as Cruz bit then sucked the sweet spot just to the outside of her public bone above her thigh. Her body trembled while Cruz traced his tongue back to her public line, then down to the tip of her sex.
“Are you going to wax all of this off, baby? I want all of your pussy soft and ready for my tongue,” Grace winced thinking of the pain she once endured there: how the pliers yanked each of her hairs one by one from her defenseless body.
“I…I…” Cruz lapped his tongue between her legs, finding where the lips of her labia met and separated them expertly. Massaging the inside of each fold, he sucked her lips in to his mouth while his hands, still wrapped around her wrists, reached around her ass and pulled him tightly against his mouth. Lowering his arms to rest below her cheeks, he lifted then lowered her hips in and out of his mouth.
“Fuuck, Cruz,” Grace mumbled under her jagged breath.
Cruz released her pussy lips from his mouth and encircled her swollen nub, his tongue darting and flicking the tip as wetness slipped from her legs.
“Baby, are you going to cum?” He asked before returning to his mecca.
“God yes, please, let me cum, Cruz,” he sucked her in deeper, pulled her body in tighter before biting her clit with his front teeth.
“No,” she screamed as he released her sex from his mouth and wrists at the same time. “What the fuck?” she cried as Cruz sat back on his heels. Grace reached out to balance on the nightstand.
“Are you back talking?” he asked, rising to the bed and sitting down.
“I was right there, I needed to cum, Cruz,” she said walking towards him. Cruz grabbed her wrist, pulled her forward then, with his other hand, caught her tumbling body and directed it over his perfectly toned quads. She lay draped over his legs, with her hair falling upon her face. Cruz reached down and tucked a few strands behind her ear before tickling his fingertips down her back to the crease of her ass.
“You are not in control in my bedroom, Grace,” he directed as he slapped her ass sending ripples of flesh to her lower back and down to her thighs.
“Ouch,” she cried out as he slapped the other cheek just as hard, rubbing both of the handprints now painted on her fair skin before repeating the process again. “Fuck,” she cried out, trying to arch back. Cruz rested his left palm in the center of her shoulders, pushing her back down before delivering four quick swats evenly between her cheeks.
“I love how my hand print looks on your ass, baby,” he said, now massaging each offended area. “Whose ass is this, Grace?” he asked as his fingertips trailed down her puckered anus to making path to dip entering her soaking wet pussy.
“Yours, Cruz,” her panting increased again as he slipped first his ring, then his middle, fingers inside. His index and pinky fingers rested on the outside of her cheeks, pushing in her flesh with each deep thrust into her core.
“That’s right, baby. This is my ass, my pussy, my body to use as I want. Isn’t it?” He body relaxed and fell to the sides of his legs, parting her own limbs a little further so Cruz could finger deeper inside her needy cunt.
“Yours, Cruz,” she whispered as Cruz reached down and grabbed her shoulder; pulling her back as he thrust inside her again.
“Fuck,” escaped her lips as Cruz slipped his arm under her rib cage, up her sternum between her breasts and finally resting at her shoulder. He lifted her backwards and pulled her into his chest so her back was arched with one leg now between his legs. Her heaving breasts laid again his chest. His fingers never left her twitching pussy. In this position, Cruz kissed her passionately, flexing his digits and cupping her ass while is tongue crashed into her mouth with the same rhythm.
“Fuck, baby, what you do to me,” he whispered as his free hand pulled up her leg from between his legs to straddle him. Cruz briefly removed his digits from her swelling cunt, pulled up her other leg to flank him, and reinserted his long, thick fingers back inside of her. “Stay on your knees above me, ride my hand baby. Show me what you would do if this was my cock between your legs.” Grace started to rock back and forth, falling back slightly. “You may hold on to me, kitten. Hold your master as you fuck my hand,”
Grace’s eyes shot to his and her body tensed. He felt her change instantly but kept pushing to Grace’s core. She closed her eyes and tried to shake the memory
Your one true master
“Hey, where did you go, kitten?” He pushed further and flexed inside of her, holding his position waiting for her response. Grace shook her head, shaking the memory from her mind and started to move again on his hands, now crushing against Grace’s public bone.
“I am right here, Cruz.” She stroked his face, staring in his eyes.
“Don’t lie,” he pushed harder, hitting her cervix, making her yelp.
“Him. He made me call him Master.” Cruz strummed her clit with his thumb and placed his free hand on her cheek, matching the strumming of his thumb on her cheekbone.
“I am your Master, now. He doesn’t exist. We are going to reprogram that little head of yours,” he said releasing some of the pressure from her core.
“I know, I am fine, really. Just have to work through it, Cruz.” Grace whispered. Her eyes began to mist.
“Kiss me,” he said, pulling her head to his lips. Slow, wet kisses rained upon her full lips. Cruz, sucked in her bottom lip and lowered his hand to her neck, his digits wrapped around to the nape while his thumb pressed gently along her artery. “Kiss your Master, Grace,” he whispered again. “Kiss me while you ride my hand.”
Cruz added a third finger to her pussy. Her precum leaked around his fingers down to his wrists as Grace rocked against him; still kissing his lips.
“That’s right, fuck your Masters hand, baby. Make yourself cum,” she moaned as she kissed him again. Her hands, once gripping his face, fell to his shoulders as she pushed herself off his chest and deeper on to his digits. Cruz gripped her neck tighter and watched Grace as her eyes flickered.
“Don’t go there, baby. Stay with me, stay with your new Master. Stay with the man who loves you,” he whispered as she bounced on him. Her breasts glistened from the sweat that had built up between them.
Cruz flexed his digits again, Grace cried out, trying to counter his assault. He gripped her neck tighter yet with his thumb directly on her pulse.
“Who am I Grace?” Her body trembled and sex flexed around him. Grace, Cruz knew, was ready to release. “Tell me, who am I baby?”
“M-Master,” she whispered. Cruz rewarded her by picking her up and laying her on the bed, his fingers still moving within her. Once Grace’s back was on the bed, he adjusted his hand so his thumb could work her clit and returned his other hand to her neck.
“Good girl, kitten. Who am I?” he asked as she closed her eyes. He stopped all movement; her whimper of protest was loud and clear. “You look at me, Grace Layne. Look at your Master while he makes you climax.” She opened her eyes and nodded her head.
“Ok,” she whispered. Cruz grinned, knelt down and sucked her clit in to his mouth.
“Who am I?” Cruz asked releasing her swollen clit from his lips and placing his thumb on the nub.
“Ah,” she cried as the over whelming attack on her cunt overtook her. “M-Master. You’re my Master, Cruz.”
“That’s right. And what is your master going to make you do?”
“Cum, please let me cum,” she panted.
“Please, what?” he said, quickening his tempo again while removing his hand from her neck to find her tiny pebbled nipple.
“Please, Master, make me cum. God, please,” she begged. Cruz rolled Grace’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger before doing the same with her areola. She bucked against his fingers and clinched her fists in the duvet that surrounded her.
“That’s right baby, Master is making you cum. Cum, baby, cum right now for Master.
“Fuck, Master, fuck me,” she screamed as her ass clinched, hips bucked and back arched from the pulsating orgasm his digits delivered to her throbbing tight her pussy. Her thighs shook from the quivering, Cruz never let up is pace making sure every drop of cum from her release fell on the surfaces around them.
“Grace, baby,” he called out, “good girl, good cum for your Master. You are so fucking tight, baby.” Cruz watched as her head buried in the bed and her shoulders tried to bare her weight as her lower body attempted to fight off a second orgasm. “Oh no you don’t, you give that to me.”
“Cruz, fuck,” she screamed again as her body bent to his will and not her own. Her muscles tightened around his digits, clamping them like a vice
“Who?” Cruz pushed deep within her one last time, holding her hips in the air from the force of his thrust and bending his digits around her g-spot.
“Master! Master! Fuck, Cruz, Fuck, don’t stop fucking me” she screamed. “Master, please, don’t stop! Ah!” Her eyes stared in to Cruz’s blue eyes at the fierceness of his passion as his hand fucked her body and his thumb massaged her clit. “Fuck, Master, this feels go good, baby,” she screamed again as her body jolted and shook once more, trying to force his digits out of her center.
“That’s it Grace, take it. Take all of it,” he whispered as he slapped each of her jiggling tits.
Cruz slowed his tempo on her sore and aching cunt while she gasped for air. Shockwaves rolled through her body as she finally started to calm. Lowering her hips back to the bed, he gingerly pulled his digits out of her center and sucked on them one by one before reinserting them and trailing to her puckered ring.
“Not today, not tomorrow, but one day very soon I will have you here, Grace.”
Words were spoken but Grace couldn’t process them. She was at the mercy of her bod still firing pulses and waves through her needy, wanton flesh.
Cruz pulled her ankles to the end of the bed, allowing them to fall to the floor before picking her up and readjusting her position so her head rested on the pillows at the head of the bed. Placing his lips against hers for a chaste kiss, he stroked her face before standing.
“Now, the real fun begins,” he winked at Grace still in her post climax coma, and walked towards the large mirror with a thick carved mahogany frame. Grace rolled to her side when she heard the flick of a clasp. She watched as Cruz moved the chaise that sat in the corner to the side to allow the frame to open half way. He looked back at Grace, now seeing her body in the mirror from it’s new position. Her hip was pointing to the ceiling; her top leg slightly bent so her knee was touching the bed. Grace’s left arm was draped along her waist and her hand resting gently above her belly button softly stroking her pale skin. It took everything Cruz had not to take a picture or turn back and fuck her right there. Instead, he smiled at her face propped up by her toned arm; her hair falling between the fingers that held up her head.
Cruz turned and walked behind her mirrored door. Grace could hear the glides of a drawer open, then close. Then, she heard thin metal fall on to a wooden surface. She rose from the bed and and steadied her balance, realizing just how much of an assault her sex endured moments earlier, before walking to the edge of the door. She slid around the corner and peaked in to the room. Cruz turned when he heard the gasp come from her mouth.
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