Naughty Nov. With Fallon Blake
[image error]Plus-sized fetish model and aspiring chef Indigo Hartley has plenty of tattoos and a fiery attitude to match. When she's offered a job as a sushi model for one of Miami's trendiest restaurants, she jumps at the chance. Little does this country-mouse-turned-city-vixen know that what starts out as a modeling job will end up the answer to all of her kinkiest fantasies. Three days serving as a sub to this hot chef is too tempting an offer to refuse.
Banner Faust has worked his ass off and sacrificed his love life to become a rock star in the culinary world. On what should be the biggest night of his career, he realizes something is missing from his life—the submissive woman he's always craved. The curvy new model with the blue-streaked hair and innate submissive nature just might be the one he's been waiting for. And when he gets her home—and in his bed—he soon realizes three days will never be enough.
Excerpt:
"Sit on the bed, keep your feet on the floor and spread your legs."
A hint of apprehension flickered across her face, but she did as he asked.
"Now lie back," he told her.
She laid down obediently, but kept her gaze on him.
He stood directly in front of her and studied her, taking his sweet time, appreciating every curve and valley of her body. Minutes went by and she began to fidget, but he didn't touch her or say anything.
He waited.
The sexual tension intensified. Indie's body almost hummed with it. Her feet shifted nervously. Her breathing became faster, shallower. Uncertainty showed in the way her brows were knit together. He'd pay a pretty penny to know her thoughts at that moment, but he didn't want to break the spell.
"What—"
"Shh. Close your eyes. Don't move unless I tell you to."
He could have restrained her, and planned to before long, but there was something about controlling a submissive using nothing but his voice. She would have to consciously think about not moving. Her obedience would be at the forefront of her mind. It would keep her mentally present, not floating off somewhere in subspace. It was his way of cultivating the connection between them. His dominance. Her submission. Some Doms used protocol and punishment to instill the bond. Banner preferred to use a submissive's emotions and senses.
She blinked a few times as she searched his face then slowly closed her eyes.
"Listen to the sounds around you," he paused for a moment. "What do you hear?"
She cocked her head a fraction to one side. "I hear the fan above me. It creaks a little… Your breathing. It's calm, deep… My heartbeat."
"And what does it sound like?"
"Like a jackhammer," she blurted with a small laugh.
"Good girl. Now I want you to tell me what you feel. Keep your eyes closed."
"Okay."
He put his knee between her legs right up against her pussy, placed a hand on either side of her shoulders then leaned down inches from her face. "What do you feel?" he whispered.
"Your breath… The weight of you on the bed and between my legs."
"What do you feel?"
"Anticipation." Her answer came out in a rush.
"Good. What else?" He leaned down and brushed his unshaven chin over one of her nipples.
"Need," she gasped.
"What do you need, Indie?"
"I need you to touch me."
And he wanted to touch her. With his tongue he caught the tip of her nipple and flicked it back and forth. She moaned behind pursed lips as she shifted slightly on the bed.
"Is it difficult for you to lie still?" He knew the answer, but wanted to hear her say it.
"I'm having a hard time keeping my hands to myself. God, I want to touch you," she breathed.
He couldn't wait to feel her hands on him, but if he allowed that, he could kiss his control goodbye. He wanted to take it slow with her. The buildup, the fist-clenching anticipation, it wasn't just for her. Banner loved it, craved it.
"Thank you for being honest, but this isn't about what you want. It's about what I want." He could see the disappointment in her face as he pushed off the bed and stood. "I'm going to move you, but I want you to keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them."
"Yes Sir."
He grabbed her hands and pulled her up so that she sat on the edge of the bed. "You don't have to call me Sir, Indie."
"It just feels…right. Does it bother you?"
"Actually, I love it."
A huge smile lit up her face.
"Like I said, I'm not much for protocol. But since it feels right to you, by all means, call me Sir." He sat behind her, scooting her toward him. Her soft curves fit perfectly between his legs and against his body. He had to bite back a groan when she wiggled her ass against his hard cock as she settled into him.
"Uh-uh. No moving unless I tell you to." Or that chain he used to hold back his desire to fuck her would snap like a twig.
He had positioned them in front of the mirror so he could watch the way she responded to his touch, his voice. The image they created together was highly erotic. Her skin was flushed from desire and there was a vulnerable trust behind her unguarded facial expressions.
"Sorry, Sir," she murmured.
"If you hadn't done that on purpose, I'd believe that little apology. But we both know that you grinding your luscious ass against my dick wasn't an accident, was it?"
The mirror reflected a sly little smile on her lips. "No, it wasn't."
He placed each of her hands on the bed along the outside of his thighs. "Keep them there. Are you going to be a good girl and hold still?"
"Yes Sir."
She flinched when he reached around and palmed her full breasts. The soft weight of them felt incredible in his hands. As he squeezed gently, he rubbed the hardened nubs of her nipples with his thumbs and she blew out a small breath. He tugged them outward, stretching the sensitive tips, causing her to moan.
"I love the way you respond to my touch."
Slowly he moved one hand up and rested it on her throat. Indie tensed. He would never choke her, but the implication that he could if he wanted to, was more than enough to heighten her awareness. Her pulse raced beneath his fingertips. Tilting her head back, he licked the shell of her ear then ran his tongue down the side of her slender neck. When he reached the curve of her shoulder he bit down and she shuddered.
"Are you wet yet, Indie?"
"I'm fucking soaked." The words burst from her.
Playfully, he bit down on her shoulder again.
"Ow!" She laughed. "Well, I am."
"Maybe I should check for myself." Keeping one hand on her throat, he slid the other down the curve of her belly to the warm folds of her pussy. Careful not to touch her clit, he slipped a finger inside her. "Yup, fucking soaked." He withdrew, smearing her wetness along the smooth outer skin of her mound. "And I love that you're hairless here. Nothing to block my view or get in the way, just a pretty pink cunt."
He caressed her inner thighs, barely brushing the outside of her labia as he moved from right to left. He watched her in the mirror. Her eyebrows were drawn together, giving her an almost pained appearance. When he slipped a finger back through her slick folds, still avoiding her clit, her expression softened. He withdrew and her face hardened again. Back and forth, he gave her the promise of pleasure, but didn't deliver. For long minutes, he drew out her torment, touching, but not touching.
"Banner," she pleaded, her breath coming in quick pants.
"Is there something you want to ask me?"
"Please."
"Please what?"
"Touch me."
"I am touching you," he said as he swirled his finger close to her clit, then moved away.
"Oh God. Touch my clit." She whimpered. "Make me come. Please."
He feathered a finger over the small, fleshy nub. A tremor ran through her body. She was exquisite, hovering on the edge of orgasm. He'd barely touched her clit, but he knew that it wouldn't take much more to make her come.
"Open your eyes, Indie," he commanded as he gently stroked upward on her clit.
Her violet eyes flew open as she moaned. He captured her gaze in the mirror.
"Do you see what I see?" he asked, nuzzling her neck as he stroked her again. He could feel her body tensing beneath his touch. "You're perfect, just like this…natural, wild, about to come. Don't close your eyes. I want you to see how beautiful you are." He held her gaze and strummed her clit in an unhurried and steady rhythm.
She nodded, her eyes hooded with desire.
He kept his pace slow but increased the pressure of his touch. She began to mewl with each stroke, her body rigid from the orgasm building in her.
He waited for exactly the right moment, reading her body's signals.
She inhaled sharply then released the breath with a groan as she started to come. He pinched her clit hard between his thumb and forefinger. Her eyes widened and she screamed, bucking as he held it for a few seconds. He released the little bundle of nerves then lazily stroked it through the rest of her climax, prolonging it as she shuddered.
Her eyes were bright and her chest heaved as she looked at their reflection. "Holy shit."
"You have such a way with words," he teased.
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