Serving Sophia (Awakenings 3) is Now Available!
I craved her kiss, her touch—her Dominance, and even the pain she promised that I dreaded. Emotions roiled inside me, and only her ruthlessness could quell the flood threatening to swallow me whole.
Walls of Pain
Sophia DiMarco wants a forever kind of love. But finding the right sub isn’t easy. And so she built a fortified wall around her heart to keep her from wanting more. It worked—until Drew Snow walked through her front door and stormed her citadel with one smoldering look.
Never having entertained the idea of being submissive before, Drew finds himself enchanted with the beautiful Domme and craving the searing kiss of her dominance. But powerful men like him—he’s a sought-after chef with a television show in the works—aren’t subs, and the price of his submission is secrecy.
When tragedy strikes, he must decide whether he’s strong enough to embrace his true nature and Sophia, who has become so much more than a secret pleasure.
Warnings: Femdom, BDSM
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She closed the distance between us, her hand unsteady where it rested against my chest.
“Mistress, can I touch you?” I whispered the question when her lips were inches from mine.
“No.” She brushed her lips against mine. As before, I kissed her back, but I was careful not to otherwise move. I did not want to displease her.
Passion exploded, not that it had been contained before. She moaned into my mouth, and her hands gripped the sides of my head. Her fingers moved through my hair, destroying the effect I’d painstakingly created with hair gel that morning so I’d look my best for her.
Suddenly she backed up, stopping when her bottom bumping into the nightstand. The distance was perhaps two feet, but it was still too far for me to suppress a frown. She opened the top drawer and pulled out a box of condoms.
“Come touch me, Drew.”
It was the permission I’d sought since the first time she’d undressed me. One step closed the distance. I scooped her up in my arms and set her gently on a diagonal across the bed. I kissed her, feasting on her mouth before trailing my lips along her jaw and down her neck.
Her hands were not still. She touched me everywhere, drawing that sensual caress over my shoulders, chest, and back. I lifted her shirt over her head, and she cooperated by lifting her torso. One twist of the clasp, and her bra loosened. Leaning up on an elbow, I watched as I peeled it away to reveal a pair of perfect breasts. Her skin was lighter there, tan instead of golden olive. Dusky cinnamon areolas beckoned. I licked until her nipple pebbled, and then I took that in my mouth, sucking hard because I had a tenuous hold on my self-control.
She arched off the bed, crying out her approval, and her thighs clamped around the thigh I’d wedged between her legs.
I spent some time worshipping her breasts with my mouth before I took one in my hand. It fit perfectly in my palm, and she moaned as I kneaded and squeezed.
Needing more, I kissed my way down her stomach, my hands roaming lower to the waistband of her leggings.
I knelt between her legs, and she lifted her hips to remove the last of her clothing. She lay before me in all her nude glory, watching me check her out.
“See something you like?” She followed with a flippant grin.
“Yes, Mistress. You’re so unbelievably beautiful. I could stare at you for hours.”
“Grab a condom.” It was an order.
“I’m craving dessert. Can I have a snack first?” I dragged a knuckle along her weeping slit.
She chuckled, a smooth melody, and spread her legs wider.