NEEDING HIM (An Obsessed Novella)
by Jeanne St. James
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, BDSM
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This is not just a love story, it's an obsession...
Grace:
The
same week every year he comes to my little resort in Maine for five days, then
disappears. His darkness, his demons, intrigue me and I need to know his story.
I hope he shows up again this year, because I’m
determined to talk to him, make him see me and not look through me like I don’t
exist. Make him realize I’m not just some anonymous person who hands him a key.
No, this year will be different.
I haven’t gotten laid in a long time. So, tag, he’s it.
Nick:
For
the past three years, I’ve come up to this remote area to forget, to bury my
grief. But this year, I don’t need a trip to this run-down resort, this little
cabin on the lake, to survive this week. However, there’s one thing I’ve left
behind each year when I head back to reality…
Her.
I’ve
found the right woman who’ll fill the emptiness deep inside of me, the hole
that’s lurked there for years. I can’t get her out of my head. Funny thing is,
I don’t even know her name. I never asked.
This
year that’s going to change. And I hope she’s willing because I’m taking
complete control.
Note: All books in the Obsessed series are
standalone novellas. They are intended for audiences over 18 years of age since
they include explicit sexual situations, including BDSM.
Xcerpt:
“Do
you like me touching you?” I ask, pressing my lips against the silky skin along
her neck.
“Yes,”
she says so softly I barely hear her.
My
thumbs brush over the hard peaks, back and forth, until I hear a noise escape
her lips. I roll each nipple between my thumb and forefinger, plucking and
twisting until my cock flexes as she releases another sound. A whimper? Maybe.
The
tip of my tongue finds the top of her spine where I sink my teeth gently into
her flesh. Her back bows as she presses her neck toward my mouth and her
breasts deeper into my hands.
“Exquisite,”
I tell her. Because that’s what her reactions are. When I release her breasts,
I let my hands slide down her belly to the top of her panties. I tuck my thumbs
under the elastic and slide her red underwear down, down, down, until they are
partway down her thighs. I release them and slide my hands back up to cup her
mound.
She’s
hot, damp, responsive, as I slip a finger between her folds, testing her
wetness.
Yes. She’s slick, welcoming,
her thighs part ever so slightly. Enough to give me room for a second finger.
I
shift until my cock nudges the cleft of her ass and I feel her push back
against me, encouraging.
She
doesn’t realize it won’t be that easy. Nothing today will be easy.
She
moans as I thumb her clit and work two fingers in and out of her.
“Ah,
that’s it. You want to come, don’t you?”
“Yes,”
she hisses, her head pressing back into my collar bone, her back arched.
“You
can’t come unless I say you can.”
“What?”
“Don’t
speak unless I ask you a question, or I tell you that you can speak freely.”
She
releases a loud breath, her body tensing slightly.
“While
you’re in this cabin, you’ll be naked. While in this cabin, you will not come
unless I tell you to. There’s only one word you can say without permission.
That’s your safe word. Let’s establish that now.”
She
nods and once again I am deeply pleased. I press my lips against her ear. “I’ll
give you a word and if at any time I do something that is too much, that you
aren’t comfortable with, or you just want me to stop, you simply say that word.
Tell me you understand.”
“I
understand.”
“That
word is pineapple. Remember that word, Grace. It’s important.”
I
slip a third finger inside her, but only for a moment. When I draw them out,
they’re slick with her arousal.
“So
wet, baby,” I murmur, my dick now painfully hard. I need a release as much as
she does. I drag my fingers across her lips, then dip them into her mouth.
“Taste yourself.”
She
groans, as do I, while she sucks my fingers clean, her tongue playing along my digits.
I can’t wait to bury my face between her thighs and taste her myself. But
instead, I release her and back up a step.
“Remove
your panties. Do it slowly.”
She
hooks her fingers in the panties that are now almost to her knees and slowly
bends over taking them all the way to her ankles.
“Stop
there. Grab your ankles.”
With
her panties and her fingers wrapped around her ankles, she’s bent over in front
of me, showing me all her glory. Her pussy is pink and slick, her ass soft and
round. And I finally must touch myself.
I
grab my cock and squeeze hard before stroking its length from root to tip.
“Pretty, baby. So pretty. You’re already ready for me.”
She
says nothing, and it thrills me she’s following my rules. So far, she’s the
perfect playmate.
Her
pussy isn’t the only thing I plan to own.
“Your mouth. Your pussy. Your ass. They’re no
longer yours. While in this cabin, they’re all mine. Whose are they, Grace? You
may answer.”
“Yours.”
“What’s
my name?”
“Nick.”
“Who
do you belong to, Grace?”
“You,
Nick.”
About the author:
JEANNE ST. JAMES is a bestselling erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a sampler book here: BookHip.com/MTQQKK
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