Kelly Jamieson - TamingTara

“You were right,” she whispered, her shiny pink lips barely moving. “About me. I do want to submit, but…but only to you.”

Her trembling admission stopped his heart. For a second he was lightheaded, out of breath. Then his heart lurched back into a crazy rhythm.

A long, low groan tore out of him. “Oh Tara.”

“I’ll do anything you want,” she said. “Anything. Just tell me.”

Satisfaction and hot desire swelled in him.

“You’ll let me tie you up?”

“Yes.”

“Flog you?”

“Yes.” Her voice was a whisper. “Please.”

His cock surged painfully.

“Fuck you anywhere I want? Your mouth? Your ass?”

“Yes.”

“While other people watch us?”

Her eyes went huge, her hesitation barely there. “Yes.”

“So they know you’re mine.”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Suck my cock,” he ordered. “Right here. Right now.”

Her hands immediately went to the fly of his pants, her slender fingers trembling as she tugged the zipper down over his straining cock. She bit her lip, but she didn’t even glance around to see if anyone else was watching as she drew his hard, throbbing length out.

Truthfully, he didn’t care if someone watched. He wasn’t an exhibitionist, but on the other hand, he did want her to submit to him in public. And she had no hesitation in doing so.

She bent her head to him, kissed the sensitive tip of his cock, wet with pre-come, then opened her mouth and took him in. Fuck! His hands clenched into fists, then he reached for her head, pulled her hair back from her face and held it clasped loosely at the nape of her neck. Hot wet velvet surrounded him, the hungry suction of her mouth pulling at him, sending fire racing through his veins. He slowly expelled his pent-up breath. Pleasure assaulted him, every nerve ending sharply aware of the drag of her hot, nimble tongue over him.

When she lifted off him, he started to bark an order, but when he saw her dribble a thin line of saliva from her mouth over his cock, he set his jaw and shut up. She spread the wet heat over him with her tongue, slick and slippery, easing the way for her clinging mouth again when she took him in. His thighs tensed, heat cascaded over his skin and he let out a long, low groan. He tightened his hands in her hair and helped her find her rhythm, her mouth pulling at him, her teeth scraping over the ridge of his cock in a blindingly sublime pain. His head spun as she sucked and licked him and he lifted his hips to fuck her mouth.

She made greedy little noises of pleasure as she sucked him, worshiped him with her mouth and her hands, her moans vibrating right through his balls. His body craved more of her, need whipping through him, blistering pleasure and ferocious hunger.

“Gonna come in your mouth, Tara,” he muttered, darkness shrouding his vision. “Oh Jesus, oh yeah…there it is.” And his climax roared over him like a California earthquake, a seven-point-oh on the Richter scale, pleasure racing up his spine, down his legs, tightening his balls and out through his cock into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed and murmured her appreciation, one hand around his shaft at the bottom, the other curled into his pubic hair and tugging with an exquisite sharp pain that intensified his orgasm.

“Jesus!” He held her head until he’d finished, his cock pulsing in her wet mouth, and then she drew back and lifted her eyes to his.

“Was that good?” she whispered, mouth swollen and wet.

He groaned again. “Oh Christ.” His hands slid to her shoulders, pulling her up and toward him, and then she was on his lap and they were kissing, mouth to mouth, his own taste sharp on her tongue.

He wrapped his arms around her so tightly she probably couldn’t breathe, but she didn’t complain, just kept kissing him back with that sweet sinful mouth. He slid a hand down her back and pulled one thigh up and over him, her short dress riding up so high her ass might be exposed to the rest of the room.

He cracked an eyelid open to see if anyone was watching.

Oh, yeah. They’d attracted quite an audience. Heat slid over him, but mingled with pride and ownership and …something more.

“People are watching,” he murmured to Tara. She tensed, but only a little.

“I don’t care,” she muttered, burying her face in the side of his neck. “I don’t care.”

“Me either. That was amazing. God, Tara.”

Her body, curled up on his lap, still quivered, her breathing irregular.

“Now you need to come.”

“Yes, please,” she whispered.

He smiled.

He led her to a room at the end of the hall—the Dungeon. She trembled as he opened the door and let her enter before him.

“It’s the only room available,” he said, closing the door. “Are you nervous?”

Blue lights gleamed off extreme equipment and toys—an imposing black St. Andrews cross, a black leather bench, paddles, canes and cuffs. A row of candles in glass flickered along one wall.

“Yes.” She faced him.

“Good. You should be.”

Her stomach gave a jump of excitement and fear.

“You know the safe word.”

“Yes.”

“Are you ready?” He walked toward her, full of purpose and strength and masterful authority. “Are you ready to submit to me? Completely?”

“Yes.” Her gaze hung on his. What was he planning to do her? Curiosity burned along with the ache of desire between her legs, the thrill of fear that shivered over her skin.

He stood in front of her, close enough to feel his heat but not touching. “Are you afraid, Tara?”

“Terrified.” The honest admission fell from her lips. Her hands trembled. “I’m so terrified, Joe.”

Not of what he could do to her. She had a safe word and she recognized she trusted him totally. He would never hurt her. He’d never humiliated her other than by forcing her to look inside herself and realize …she was lying. To him. And to herself.

But she was filled with terror at the thought of letting go of control.

“I want to do it,” she whispered, eyes still fastened on his, begging for his understanding. “But I’m afraid I can’t.”

And the understanding she needed from him was there, in his eyes, curving his mouth into a faint smile.

He reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear in a tender gesture that started her melting inside.

“You can do it,” he said softly. “You can do anything, Tara. You’re strong and smart and sexy. I told you before…the things that are the hardest to do take the most courage. I know you have it in you.”

His tender confidence in her confused her. He was so aggressive, so intimidating with his air of authority and command, and yet she felt protected and safe with him. Safe enough to let go.

Nerves clutched at her stomach again and she swallowed hard.

“I want to give you everything I know you want,” he continued. “All those dark secrets I know you have. Last time you held back, but I saw it—deep inside you, the part of you that wants to be dominated and fucked. You want to submit because you’re strong.”

She drank in his words, wanting to believe them.

“I’m going to challenge you,” he said. Like he hadn’t already? God! “I’m going to make you give more of yourself than you ever have. I’m going to take you places you’ve never been. You know how this goes?”

She lifted her chin and nodded again.

“My way.” He stroked her bare shoulder. “Whatever I tell you to do, you do. No questions. No hesitation.”

A dark thrill shivered over her. But despite the fear still lurking inside her, it felt natural and right to let him lead her that way. She wanted it so much.

“First take off your dress,” he ordered her.