NEW Inordinate Desire Excerpt
I thought I'd post a bonus excerpt from Inordinate Desire for a takeover today. I hope you like it. It's a hot one! One Urge, One Plea, Keep Me Trilogy must be read prior to reading Inordinate Desire.
Alayna's POV:
Reaching up, I pull the bobby pins and round tie from my hair and lay them on the nightstand. Damon returns carrying a kitchen towel. It’s gathered together to resemble a pouch.
He lays it on the bed next to me and opens it. There are handcuffs, the round nipple magnets we used in Antigua, and four larger silver balls that are on a white string with a finger loop at the end.
“Hold your wrists in front of you.” I do, and he clasps the handcuffs around them.
“Shit, those are cold.”
“Those are cold, Sir. Yes, they’re cold. They’ve been in the freezer since you went to shower. Before I forget to tell you, the key is there on the nightstand.”
His head nods toward it, but I don’t respond. I have a feeling this scene is going to be more for his enjoyment than mine. I remember him saying that the next time we used the magnets, they’d be cold. Oh, shit, then those balls that are likely going inside of me have been in the freezer, too.
Planting both of his large hands on the mattress, he leans over and glides his nose up my neck. “Mmm … you smell sensational.” He gently presses his lips to mine. I open my mouth to let him in, but he moves to my chest.
His tongue circles one of my nipples, hardening it further. Picking up two of the magnets, he presses one on each side of the stiff peak. They instantly connect, tightening on my nipple. He skims his tongue around the other, causing the same effect, before he brings the last two magnets together. The cold feel of them has the hairs standing on my arms.
After finding the tube of lubricant in the nightstand, Damon slides his finger into the loop of the string of balls and covers them with it. His cool hand skirts up the inside of my thigh before a couple of his fingers slip into me.
“I’m going to place these inside of you,” he says as he moves his fingers forward and back, generating pleasure. The nipple magnets are beginning to sting, and my breathing is choppy. “If you haven’t noticed, Alayna, we have a theme going here. It seems that along with you being heated from exercising, you’re angry at me, so I think you need to cool off.”
“Sir, we can talk.”
“Interesting. If I recall, you didn’t seem happy with the idea when I asked earlier. You missed your chance, baby. I’m not asking again. We’re going to discuss some things but not until I work some of this attitude out of your system.”
Damon takes the silver ball at the end of the string and pushes it into me. I gasp, and before I can even clench my muscles, he’s pushing the other three in.
“They’re freezing, Sir.”
“Good. Hands over your head.”
I do as he instructs while he steps out of his boxers and climbs onto the bed. He lowers his sculpted chest between my legs, and taking two fingers, he spreads me open.
His tongue glides straight down the middle before it’s circling my pussy, and if this is my punishment, I’m definitely going to cause more trouble. Feeling a foreign sensation, I realize he’s lightly pulling on the string that’s connected to the balls. He’s barely pulling and letting go before repeating. “Sir, that feels incredible.”
“Does it now?” In a heartbeat, he has stopped moving.
“No, don’t stop,” I whine.
“No, don’t stop, Sir. Now, tell me what bug you have up your ass before I stick something in it.”
“I don’t want you to stop taking what you want, Sir.”
“I haven’t stopped.” His mouth is back on me, his tongue flicking quickly. God, I’m going to come soon. He pulls again on the balls, and I’m so close. The moan leaves my lips, and he stops again.
“No, Sir,” I exclaim as air rushes in and out of my lungs.
“What gave you the impression I’ve stopped?”
“We’ve hardly been having sex, so either you don’t want to, or you’re bored with me.”
Damon lets out a loud breath. “Have you forgotten the number of hours I’ve been putting in at Golding? Do you need to be reminded that you’re asleep many nights when I get home?”
“Since when has that ever stopped you, Sir? You used to wake me up.”
Looking across the spacious room, his brow furrows. I’ve struck a nerve, and he’s realizing that what I said is true. As if to prove a point that nothing has changed, his sizzling mouth moves back over me and is devouring, his tongue stroking and lapping.
Combined with the coolness from the balls inside me, an abundance of pleasure is ignited, which pushes me to the edge. The stinging in my nipples is stronger as the magnets play tug-of-war.
Lord, please don’t stop.
I begin to orgasm, and Damon pulls the balls out from me. It’s not slow or fast; it’s just the right speed to increase the intensity of pleasure.
“Open your eyes, Alayna.” My eyelids fly open, and his mouth is inches away. He sinks right into me and groans. “Since you feel we’re not having sex enough, I’m going to fuck you as many times as it takes today to make you sore. You sure as hell won’t forget what it feels like then.”
Alayna's POV:
Reaching up, I pull the bobby pins and round tie from my hair and lay them on the nightstand. Damon returns carrying a kitchen towel. It’s gathered together to resemble a pouch.
He lays it on the bed next to me and opens it. There are handcuffs, the round nipple magnets we used in Antigua, and four larger silver balls that are on a white string with a finger loop at the end.
“Hold your wrists in front of you.” I do, and he clasps the handcuffs around them.
“Shit, those are cold.”
“Those are cold, Sir. Yes, they’re cold. They’ve been in the freezer since you went to shower. Before I forget to tell you, the key is there on the nightstand.”
His head nods toward it, but I don’t respond. I have a feeling this scene is going to be more for his enjoyment than mine. I remember him saying that the next time we used the magnets, they’d be cold. Oh, shit, then those balls that are likely going inside of me have been in the freezer, too.
Planting both of his large hands on the mattress, he leans over and glides his nose up my neck. “Mmm … you smell sensational.” He gently presses his lips to mine. I open my mouth to let him in, but he moves to my chest.
His tongue circles one of my nipples, hardening it further. Picking up two of the magnets, he presses one on each side of the stiff peak. They instantly connect, tightening on my nipple. He skims his tongue around the other, causing the same effect, before he brings the last two magnets together. The cold feel of them has the hairs standing on my arms.
After finding the tube of lubricant in the nightstand, Damon slides his finger into the loop of the string of balls and covers them with it. His cool hand skirts up the inside of my thigh before a couple of his fingers slip into me.
“I’m going to place these inside of you,” he says as he moves his fingers forward and back, generating pleasure. The nipple magnets are beginning to sting, and my breathing is choppy. “If you haven’t noticed, Alayna, we have a theme going here. It seems that along with you being heated from exercising, you’re angry at me, so I think you need to cool off.”
“Sir, we can talk.”
“Interesting. If I recall, you didn’t seem happy with the idea when I asked earlier. You missed your chance, baby. I’m not asking again. We’re going to discuss some things but not until I work some of this attitude out of your system.”
Damon takes the silver ball at the end of the string and pushes it into me. I gasp, and before I can even clench my muscles, he’s pushing the other three in.
“They’re freezing, Sir.”
“Good. Hands over your head.”
I do as he instructs while he steps out of his boxers and climbs onto the bed. He lowers his sculpted chest between my legs, and taking two fingers, he spreads me open.
His tongue glides straight down the middle before it’s circling my pussy, and if this is my punishment, I’m definitely going to cause more trouble. Feeling a foreign sensation, I realize he’s lightly pulling on the string that’s connected to the balls. He’s barely pulling and letting go before repeating. “Sir, that feels incredible.”
“Does it now?” In a heartbeat, he has stopped moving.
“No, don’t stop,” I whine.
“No, don’t stop, Sir. Now, tell me what bug you have up your ass before I stick something in it.”
“I don’t want you to stop taking what you want, Sir.”
“I haven’t stopped.” His mouth is back on me, his tongue flicking quickly. God, I’m going to come soon. He pulls again on the balls, and I’m so close. The moan leaves my lips, and he stops again.
“No, Sir,” I exclaim as air rushes in and out of my lungs.
“What gave you the impression I’ve stopped?”
“We’ve hardly been having sex, so either you don’t want to, or you’re bored with me.”
Damon lets out a loud breath. “Have you forgotten the number of hours I’ve been putting in at Golding? Do you need to be reminded that you’re asleep many nights when I get home?”
“Since when has that ever stopped you, Sir? You used to wake me up.”
Looking across the spacious room, his brow furrows. I’ve struck a nerve, and he’s realizing that what I said is true. As if to prove a point that nothing has changed, his sizzling mouth moves back over me and is devouring, his tongue stroking and lapping.
Combined with the coolness from the balls inside me, an abundance of pleasure is ignited, which pushes me to the edge. The stinging in my nipples is stronger as the magnets play tug-of-war.
Lord, please don’t stop.
I begin to orgasm, and Damon pulls the balls out from me. It’s not slow or fast; it’s just the right speed to increase the intensity of pleasure.
“Open your eyes, Alayna.” My eyelids fly open, and his mouth is inches away. He sinks right into me and groans. “Since you feel we’re not having sex enough, I’m going to fuck you as many times as it takes today to make you sore. You sure as hell won’t forget what it feels like then.”
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