Below is an excerpt from my Blackstone series Book 3 “Submission To Black” which can be purchased at Barnes and Noble, I Tunes, Amazon, Kobo,  Smashwords,  All E Romance, and where all Ebooks are sold. Follow along for the next excerpt from Book 4 “Black Tie Affair” after which the final book in the series, book 5 “Mourning Becomes Black” will be published the first week of January, 2016.

Warning: The Blackstone books are erotic romance and for adults 18 and over.  Enjoy.

Prologue

 

I had planned to surrender to Mr. Black’s wishes, raise the white flag, and marry him. I couldn’t stand one day more of being without my son and Mr. Black. I wanted to shout, “I submit. Take me and do what you will. I’m yours.” But something deep inside my soul made me feel empty like a river in a dry season.

“This is not me,” I murmured. This is not Alexander Bishop. I refused to be controlled by Max or any man.

I’d inadvertently stumbled into Maximilian Blackstone’s world of control, excess, and secrets, and I’d discovered that I’m not equipped to handle it all. I have no more energy to defy him. I’m heading in the direction of submission if I can’t find the will to control my urges for that devastatingly erotic, handsome man.

 

Chapter 1

 

Reaching and placing my head on Blake Scotto’s strong chest was automatic. I didn’t know why I did it. Maybe it was because his broad shoulders reminded me of my father’s comforting chest, which was always welcome when I was a child. I could count on it to soak up my tears when I fell off of my bike and skinned my knee and when I needed a good cry. Nevertheless, it was a mistake crying to another man when the incomparable Mr. Black was so close.

I learned that I had made a giant mistake when Blake placed his arms around me, cradling and pulling me into him. I felt his longing and desire, his heart beating like thunder breaking. I gave myself over to the warmth coursing through me, but this was not the time or place.

The jolt I felt wasn’t from Blake but was from Max’s presence—his green eyes glaring at me. I jerked around, surprised to see him standing in the doorway. I stepped out of the warmth of Blake’s arms into Max’s cold stare, which riveted my body.

“I hope that hiring you, Mr. Scotto, was not a mistake. You are supposed to find my son, and here I discover that you are seducing and kissing my wife.” Max stepped closer to me and placed his hand behind my neck. A chill leapt down my spine, settling in the small of my back. I wondered if he had used those large hands to strangle his fiancé. I pulled away. “I’m not your wife, and Blake wasn’t kissing me.”

“Then what the fuck was he doing?” he said, tilting his head to the right. Max took a defiant stance, opening his long legs to gain balance. His hooded eyes and creased brow displayed anger like a wolf showing his teeth before he pounced and attacked his prey.

“I can speak for myself, Alex,” Blake stated, moving farther away from me. Max didn’t wait for an explanation.

“She’s my fiancée, and you will address her either as Ms. Bishop or Ms. Blackstone. I didn’t employ you to—”

“Mr. Blackstone, you can dismiss me, but I came here to do a job, and you know there is no one better at this than me. All I’m concerned about is finding your son. This is not about me or Alex…Mrs. Blackstone.” Blake raised his hands and extended a folder, dropping it on the granite counter in front of Max. Before the folder hit the counter, I thought Max would hit him, or Blake would hit Max.

They stood glaring at each other until Blake opened the folder and said, “Look, these are copies of pictures from your surveillance cameras.” He lined them all up according to time and date. Among the many pictures appeared to be images of Max wearing a blue denim shirt, jeans, and boots, looking handsome and rugged. I’d never seen Max dressed casually. I peered at the photo, and the handsome hunk took my breath away. He was smiling and holding Maxim’s little hand. They looked so happy together. It was a Mayberry moment. Why hadn’t I seen that side of him before? But it wasn’t Max’s moment.

Max clutched the photo in one hand, his eyes drew tight, and he raked his fingers through his hair. “He’s my brother.” The pictures showed Jonas holding Maxim’s hand. Jonas had a fishing pole and a large backpack with camping gear strapped to his back.

Blake raised an eyebrow, bit his lip, and shot a hostile glanced at Max. “This information about a brother was concealed. Your staff never mentioned a brother,” Blake said, angry and confused. “We would have been further along if someone had said something, Mr. Blackstone. You people with your money and secrets.” I raised an eyebrow and peeked at Max’s face. He didn’t care for Blake, but he wouldn’t let his feelings cloud his judgment and interfere with Blake finding our son.

“They were instructed not to disclose that I had a brother,” Max said, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “We’re identical twins. It was a business decision.” He met Blake’s eyes.

“Then how did you expect anyone to come to the right conclusions?”

“That’s why I hired you. You have a reputation. You can get to what matters without causing an uproar and making this into a circus, which would endanger my son’s life.”

Blake understood. It was a smart move.

“Do you know where he is?” Max stared into a cup of black coffee, twirling the spoon around the edges. He placed it on the counter, put the cup to his lips, and then drank. He raised his eyes.

“I think I know. Well, I have a good idea. There is a camping ground our father brought us to when we were children. There’s a stream nearby. That’s probably why Jonas had a fishing pole.”

“Do you think your son is in danger?”

“No. Of course not,” he said, his steely look disguising his concerns.

“Yes,” I said. Max cut a serious glance in my direction.

“Well?” Blake asked. “Is he or isn’t he in danger?” Blake’s stare went from me to Max.

I gazed at Max. “For God’s sake, Max, tell him about Jonas’s history.” Max lowered his head a moment and began explaining about his brother being a troubled child and a runaway as a teenager, his tour of duty in Afghanistan, his drug addictions after returning from the war, and his diagnosis of schizophrenia. He explained everything except Jonas’s sexual activities. Blake’s eyes moved with a disinterested glance, focusing on me and then Max, as if this was nothing new. He had an expression as if he had heard this a million times. It was boredom that lived within the policeman who had seen and heard too much.

“Mr. Blackstone, I need to go over information immediately with my men to ready them for the search.”

“My gear is ready. I’ll meet you near the pines in half an hour,” Max said, leaving the kitchen and walking in the direction of his bedroom. He dropped his cup of coffee in the butler’s pantry sink on his way out of the door.

I bounded behind Max. “I need to be there too,” I screamed.

He turned quickly, facing me. “And do what, Alex? Get in the way?” Max said. He turned his back to me, slipped off his robe, and walked into his closet. When he returned he had on a pair of worn jeans that made my heart flutter. He was shirtless and held his red-and-black lumberjack shirt in his hand. He wore a pair of outdoor boots, the kind you see in Field & Stream. When he put on his shirt, I nudged close to him and began buttoning it one button at a time. Looking down at me, he kissed my forehead and brought my face up with his hands so that I was gazing into his sad eyes. My need and desire for him rivaled anything I had felt before.

“I want to go, Max.”

“You can’t. The place is too rugged, and it’s mountainous.”

I pulled away. “How can Jonas subject a two-year-old to that type of environment?”

“We were that age when my father brought us out there. We survived in worse weather.”

“Yes, but he’s my son.”

“He’s a Blackstone, and I know what’s best for him.”

“Like leaving him with your brother?” I questioned, raising my voice. If anyone was listening, they could hear everything that was said.

“I didn’t know Jonas would be here,” Max said apologetically. “He must have flown down in my jet,” he continued, moving away from me. He paced to the window and stared out. His eyes focused on Blake and his men, standing in the open space steps away from the gathering of large pines.

Max turned with a jerk of his body.

“I’m leaving, Alex.” He walked out of the room with me following after him. When he stopped, he and I were standing outside, away from the pool and into the trees surrounding the property. Blake and his men waited for directions from Max. Van Horn had Max’s gear ready and handed it to him, and Blake and his men trekked after Max. Knowing that Blake was watching, Max turned and jogged back to me, grabbed me, planted a heated kiss on my lips. It felt as if it was a kiss to remember that he was the only man for me. It scared me.

He whispered into my ear, “When I bring our baby back, we’re going to make him a brother.” I looked at him with surprise. Doesn’t he know? Doesn’t he realize how I feel at this moment?

 

I had forgotten to call St. John and tell him that I had an emergency. Reaching for my smartphone in my pocket, I dialed frantically because I didn’t want to lose my position at his bank.

“Mr. St. John.”

“Yes, Alex.”

“I’m sorry, but I had an emergency, and this is the first chance I had to call you.”

“Nothing serious I hope.”

“It’s my son, but all is taken care of. Max…” I thought better than to include another man into my private affairs. Nevertheless, he was in some way involved.

“I should return to Seattle over the weekend and be able to start at your bank on Monday, if that’s OK?”

“If you need more time, Alex, just let me know. I will accommodate you.”

“Thanks, Mr. St. John.”

“I expect to spend more time with you in hopes that you will stop calling me ‘Mr. St. John.’”

I hit the off button. An alarming thought danced in my head. I had not planned to lead him on. I hope I can straighten it out before it goes too far. There was no way I could have a relationship with any other man with Mr. Black lurking around every corner. And since I was so in love with Max, I had been deaf, dumb, and blind—and unable—to view any man in the right perspective. My heart wanted what it wanted.

I was born to love Max. No other woman could endure his raw, erotic, sinful sexual pleasures.

 

Deep into my nightmare an ominous figure stood at the foot of the bed. My consciousness felt the presence of someone, and my eyes opened. I couldn’t read the expression on Max’s face. It was not one of panic, but then, he never panicked. He didn’t say a word, just stood looking at me. “What is it? Is our baby OK?”

“You have finally acknowledged that Maxim is my son as well. And yes, he’s fine.” A small smile crossed his lips. I jumped onto the floor.

“Well, Max, where is he?”

“He’s sound asleep in the first room to the right. You can access it through those doors.” He pointed. I glanced at the door that led to the room where Maxim slept and dashed into it. I leaned over him and saw that he was clutching a stuff animal. It looked like a small deer in his arms. Oh that’s great, Max. Give him Bambi as a child and then later, hand him a gun to shoot Bambi’s mother.

I crawled into the bed and draped my arm around him and kissed his forehead. He didn’t move. I looked up at Max. “Are you sure he’s OK? He’s so quiet and so still.” I touched his forehead. “No fever,” I murmured, glancing in Max’s direction.

Max laughed. “He had a long day, but if you’re concerned, I’ll call the pediatrician in to tend to him. He’ll give him a thorough checkup tomorrow. And you could use one as well.”

“Thank you, but I will see my own doctors. I’m going to lie here for a few minutes. When I leave this bed, I want to know what happened. Where is your brother?”

“He’s in the kitchen. He wants to see you and apologize for taking Maxim without notifying anyone.”

“I don’t know if I want to see him this soon. I still haven’t gotten over him masquerading as you and never saying anything to me.”

“He was just following orders. Blame me, not him.”

“Don’t worry; there is more than enough to spread around. You have to take responsibility for what has happened and what is happening to our relationship, if you can call it a relationship.”

“Alex…”

I shuddered when he put his hand on my shoulder. “I think we need to talk, but not here,” I said, staring up at Max.

I kissed Maxim one more time and rose from the bed. I walked back into Max’s bedroom and sat on the sofa, looking out into the wooded area. He sat near me and tried to hold my hands. My hands were cold, and he felt it when I pulled away. “You are so cold. Do you want me to start a fire?”

“No, I’m not going to be here long. If you can have your jet take me back to Seattle when Maxim wakes, I would appreciate it.”

“You’re planning to take Maxim with you? I can’t do that, Alex.”

“Clearly you see that he’s not safe around Jonas.”

“Jonas did nothing to harm Maxim. You have no reason to take my son.”

“You promised me that you would give me time to be with him,” I said in disbelief.

“That was until I realized the threat…”

“What threat? The only threat is the one with that out-of-control brother of yours…I have something to say to him.” I stood and headed straight for the door, but Max stopped me. He placed his hand over mine as I grasped the knob.

“Look at yourself.” I glanced down and all I was wearing was a revealing cami with string bikini underwear.

“I didn’t have time to pack anything. I just grabbed the nearest things and threw them into my bag.” I made an excuse for my erratic behavior.

“Here. Put this on.” He placed a robe over my shoulders. He stared into my eyes, and I met and held his gaze. His head moved to my breasts. He sucked one nipple, and he growled with enjoyment. My hand passed over his toned chest and abs. I was losing this battle and was close to surrender when I put reason in front of passion. I’m not getting anywhere with this stubborn man, I observed. “What’s the use?” I said, pulling away.

Eyeing him, I said, “What difference does it make to him what I have on? He has seen everything. It’s like locking the barn after the horses have gotten out.”

“I’m thinking about the servants. You’re to become my wife.” I placed my arms through the sleeves of the robe, tied the belt, and turned away. “That’s a little premature with the state of our relationship.” And I sauntered out of the bedroom, leaving the door open. When I turned to glance at Max, he was entering Maxim’s room.

It took only a moment to come face-to-face with Jonas. He caught me off guard because apparently he had expected me to be angry. My stunned eyes locked on his white T-shirt. He had the sleeves rolled up, the muscles in his arms betraying the hard body under his shirt; the tattoo on his hand, a small star between his thumb and finger, was visible. Now I could tell the difference in the two men. The details had escaped me. Why didn’t I see it before now? Because physically they are so alike. Only a mother would know, you idiot.

I appeared to be in shock at the gorgeous man standing before me with an incredible tattoo, making me salivate and wish his arms were encircling me. I gained composure of myself to prevent him from seeing how hot I thought he was.

“Before you say a word, Alex, I want to apologize for everything. I apologize for taking Maxim on that hike into the woods. He’s a Blackstone after all. We were raised on fishing, camping, and horseback riding in the wilderness.” Jonas’s apology was not a real apology.

“That’s an apology?” I said, gripping the side of the bar. “He’s a Bishop too. Is that all you want to apologize for? Because it was very immature and selfish to take a child out like that and not tell anyone.”

“I wasn’t thinking.”

“Precisely.”

“Now that we have broken the ice, have a cup of coffee with me. You may find something to like,” Jonas said, reaching for the coffeepot. He poured a cup of brewed coffee from the silver container. “You see, I’m not a bad person after all,” he said, flashing those green eyes and moving closer to me, causing chills to rise on my arms.

I stepped back, and he stepped closer. It appeared he knew the appeal he had over women, more so than Max. It was Max’s incredible sexual antics in bed that separated the two brothers in my experience.

I gazed into his eyes and saw the seduction that I was running away from, but I also saw a lost soul and someone yearning to be whole again. In Jonas’s eyes and the twitch of his lips, he appeared to be a nervous wreck, and although I felt his pain, I could not let my son fall into his hands again.

“Jonas, I have nothing against you, but I can’t forget how we met.”

“I can’t say that that was my finest hour. I didn’t know that you and Max were…”

“Yes, I know.” I cut him off because I didn’t want to relive that embarrassment again. That kind of embarrassment took a lifetime to wash away, and staying away from the person involved was the only way I knew to lessen the humiliation.

“I will be leaving soon and taking Maxim with me.”

“Did Max agree to allow you to take Maxim with you?” There goes that word again.

“He can’t allow me or prevent me from having Maxim.” At that moment my feelings concerning Jonas went from hot to cold.

“That is not exactly the truth. He has custody of him and he can do what he wants.”

“That is enough, Jonas. This is a conversation between me and Alex.” I didn’t hear Max enter the kitchen. He just stood silent until Jonas inadvertently informed me of Max’s intentions.

“It is now apparent that you are not going to give me your permission to take my son home with me.”

“This is his home, Alex.”

“His home is with his mother, wherever that is,” I said, turning to meet his angry, hooded eyes. “I am not a child, and I am not one of your acquisitions. I had nothing when I met you. I never wanted anything from you but my son. Now I realize that you will not compromise with me.” I felt weak throughout my body. “What would your mother say, Max?”

“She would say, ‘Take care of your son.’”

“Would she say, ‘Take your son from his mother’? The way you and Jonas were taken from her? Why do you think you and Jonas are so fucked up?” I saw the uneasiness and hurt cross their faces, and immediately I froze. I turned and ran into one of the bedrooms to call Charles St. John. Arguing with Max and Jonas would not get me anywhere, and staying around Max was getting too toxic.

After rushing out of the kitchen and into the bedroom, I searched for my phone.

“Charles. This is Alex. Can you send a plane for me?”

“I can do better than that. I’ll send my limo to Max’s estate in thirty minutes. It will take you to the airport to my private plane. You will be in Seattle soon.”

“Do you think it’s safe to take my son?”

“Alex, the only way to gain custody of your son is with a court order, and that’s impossible now.” I hit the off button on the phone and placed it on the bed.

I can’t marry Max, and I can’t be without my son. I dropped the robe and walked into the shower. The door opened, and Max stood behind me.

“What are you doing here?” I said loudly.

“You know that I get hot whenever you are around me.”

“How do I know that you are Max and not Jonas?”

His warm hands touched my breasts. He moved them down slowly and settled on my mound. “I see you are letting your hair grow the way I like it. Do you remember what I said to you when first we met?”

“Do you mean the fortuitous meeting?” His eyebrow arched. “Those are your words, not mine,” I said, throwing Max off guard.

“Well, if that is all you can remember, then what about this?” Max wrenched me into his arms, his hands cupping my breasts. His head lowered, biting my nipples hard. The pain excruciating and exciting and pleasurable, my nipples rose like cherries bursting into his mouth. The pain only heightened my arousal. He made the most erotic sounds as he sucked each nipple, one at a time. His hands reached for my clit, and his finger circled it until I was moist and panting for air.

His body’s motion, moving his hard penis into my mound and rubbing against my pubic hairs, excited me and aroused me.

Then my common sense took over. We hadn’t settled anything. It was like putting out a forest fire with a cup of water. “No, no, this is not going any further. You are using sex against me,” I said, pulling from his embrace and running naked from the shower.

“And you are using it against me by taking yourself from me when you know that I would do anything to have your body. Anything!” His dark gaze frightened me.

“If that is true, then let me—no, I will use your favorite word—allow me to have my son.”

“Only if I know that you will marry me.”

“I’m no liar. I don’t know.”

“I have compromised with you, Alex.”

“You call that a compromise when you have all the cards, and they are stacked against me. I would call that a coup.” I threw on a pair of jeans, a tee, and a leather jacket. I had my bag in my hand and set it at the door of Maxim’s room. I crept near his bed. I kneeled and kissed and hugged him. Then I walked out and picked up my bags with Max behind me.

“Where are you going, Alex?” he said, his demanding voice reaching a crescendo.

“Where I can be rid of you.”

“You will never be rid of me.” My glance fell on Max and then I notice Jonas entering the large room.

“I wouldn’t count on that,” I said, eyeing Jonas. I walked past Max and out the door on wobbly legs. My phone rang. It was St. John. I stood on the front entrance and answered the call.

“My car will be there in five minutes.”

“Thanks, Charles.” I walked down the stone stairs and stood outside in the cool mountain air. I felt the chill whip through my hair. I was not ready for this season of winter with Max. I had been use to a warm season. I had defied him and I would be in for the fight of my life.

Throwing my bag on my shoulder, I stopped farther down the path and looked back and saw both Jonas and Max staring at me as if I were a child that had threatened its parents with running away from home. Their expressions mirrored my father’s when I left home as a teen.

My father had sat on the porch and said, “See you at sundown. Mother and I will keep supper warm.” That was when I was sixteen, a rebellious teenager who loved her independence. The next time I saw my father, I was twenty-one and bringing Maxim home.

It had taken five years for me to face my parents. How long would it take to face Max and my son?

I looked up and saw a sleek black SUV rounding the corner. It had the appearance of an armored car. The driver instinctively knew it was me and pulled to the edge of the road, where a small stream and trees could be seen for miles. He came to a sudden stop, stepped out, and opened the door. “Ms. Bishop?”

“Yes.”

“I’m to take you to Mr. St. John’s private jet.”

“Thank you.” I stepped into the car, and he closed the door. Apprehension surrounded me, and I became lonely and afraid, as if I was that child of sixteen again, suddenly faced with the reality of my actions. But I couldn’t turn back, or my stubbornness wouldn’t let me.

A text message came across the screen:

Alex,

Y have you chosen to desert our son?

I can’t believe that u would word this text as if u were planning to use my actions against me. U made me an offer of marriage and insinuated that it was the only way that I could have my son.

It was the only way I knew to keep u.

You can’t keep me as if I am a business of yours. Even they go bankrupt if u don’t put something back into them. U can’t keep taking from me and expect me to love u.

What can I do, Alex?

Now? Nothing. The next move is up to me, not u. U have done enough to me.

Alex, that sounds like a threat.

Absolutely!

Alex, where r u and when r u coming back?

I’m not. And don’t try to find me.

My cameras picked up u climbing into St. John’s limo. I’m flying to Seattle now.

Who r u leaving Maxim with? Not that psycho brother of urs I hope.

Jonas is leaving for San Francisco tonight. He has an appearance to make. Maxim will stay with his governess. His mother has decided to desert him and his father.

U r horrible, Max. There is no use talking to u.

Alex, don’t leave me. We need u.

If I answered another text he would probably use it against me. He believed in scorched earth to get what he wanted. It appeared impossible to win with him. I loved him too much and I felt that he loved me the only way he knew how, but he could not see that he was tearing us apart. His need for family was great, and if I stayed around him, he would probably destroy both me and our son if I didn’t do something soon.

The chauffer handed off my bag to me, and I boarded the private jet at the private airfield. I spied two jets side by side. I arrived on Blackstone’s jet yesterday and I’m leaving on St. John’s jet today. What irony.

I handed my bag to the stewardess. “Hello, Ms. Bishop. Your cabin is ready if you would like to shower. The food and wine menu is on your desk, and your bed is available if you need a quick nap. If you have any questions, ring this buzzer.”

I glanced around, searching for answers, not the nearest exit, because if this jet crashed there was no way I could survive. “What am I getting myself into?” I mumbled in a fit of desperation.

Taking my seat, I looked around and spied the cabin where I could take a nap. I had entered into a world of billionaires, and the only way to fight a billionaire was with another billionaire. I finally accepted my plight. I had become the pawn in this chess game of rich, and influential kings.

 

Warning: The Blackstone series is a dark Erotic Romance for adults 18 and over. The language used in these books are for matured adults. If you are looking for something to read after Fifty Shades of Gray don’t look any farther.

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Prologue

 

Alex read the yearning in Max’s handsome face, which was awash with dangerous contradictions. His smoldering eyes sent electrical waves caressing her body. She felt the heat rise from within and settle deep in her. He needed her mouth. He needed to disappear into Alex. He needed to disappear into her body. Her mouth was the conduit where all his tension flowed, but until she found out the truth about the dead girl, she had to keep him calm, and the best way she knew was to give him the pleasure he craved.

Alex’s lush eyelashes lifted. She gazed on Max’s open shirt, which revealed his hard, rippling abs. Her hand caressed each one. He was her guilty pleasure—her temptation in black.

She reached and held Max’s hard manhood in her hands, and a smile crept across his face. His thumb slid over her lips. Knowing how his body would react, she teased it by circling the head of his shaft around her open mouth. Blowing soft, warm air, she watched Max’s eyes flutter and close. With a slight parting of his lips, a wisp of air shuttled out. “Yes, yes, you know what to do to me,” he whispered. Her hand moved the length of him, up and down.

Alex opened her mouth wide. Guiding it in slowly, she sucked it, harder. His eyes remained shut. He was in a world of his own—blissful sexual peace. He mumbled something low and Alex couldn’t hear his words clearly. She thought he whispered, “I love you, I love you…Rebecca,” or was it Alex? She felt his arousal; his penis was increasing in her mouth. It was getting longer and wider. He pushed his hips into her, and she reached for him and sank her hands into his hard buttocks. She felt it flex and tighten. Leaning her face over him, she felt as if she couldn’t take another inch when to her surprise the muscles in her throat relaxed.

With her hands massaging his buttocks and her mouth clamped firmly around him, Alex sucked harder, driving him into a world of pleasure and heights of ecstasy. She was taking everything from him, and tried as he may, he couldn’t resist her. She had taken control of his sexual life and without her, what would he do? No woman had ever satisfied him as completely as Alex.

The thought of having another woman besides Alex—he refused to entertain the idea.

Alex tasted a hint of warm fluid on her tongue, and she knew that he was over the edge. She was controlling this man who was used to being in charge. She was now the puppet master and it felt great with a man like him—a handsome sexual animal.

Drawing her mouth in with one hard suck, his body contorted, and Max let out a primal sound of erotic ecstasy and his eyes opened like the shutter of a camera. His gaze locked on her. Warm juice flowed into Alex’s mouth. He breathed in and out. His chest moved up and down. She met his gaze, and her eyes closed, and with a slight raise of her head, she swallowed.

It was a challenging gesture. And he knew it. He was aware that she was in control.

Alex’s eyes opened, holding his glance. Her body was excited from the pleasure she had given Max. With eyes wide and his breathing heavy, Max said, “Damn, Alex, you took my orgasm from me when I wasn’t ready. This has never happened to me before.” A mischievous grin escaped from Alex—eyes sparkling with warmth and achievement, enjoying her power.

She thought, there is always the first time for everything, my dangerous, handsome Mr. Black.

Chapter 1

 

“Why did you do that, Alex? You knew I wasn’t ready. What’s wrong with you?” He glanced down at her. “Are you becoming dangerous to me?” Max’s voice heightened with cool restraint, which caused the hair on Alex’s arm to rise. He sounded like a wounded animal. How could something be wrong, you handsome, crazy fuck? I just read that your fiancée has been found strangled, and you didn’t tell me about your twin brother. How could anything be wrong? I’m not the one lying around one of your apartments dead. I’m perfectly happy.

Voicing her thoughts was not an option since she was riding in his limo with darkened windows, and Max still had an erection, and the doors were locked, and his bodyguard/driver, a burly Asian named Shu, who resembled a ninja warrior and dressed in black, never as much as spoke or smiled at her. With an out-of-control sex addict and a ninja warrior, there wasn’t much she could do or say.

Concentrating was also out of the question. Her heart beat so loud that she thought she was being strangled by her own fears. The newspaper’s headline screamed in her head: Fiancée of Maximilian Blackstone: Strangled.

“Nothing is wrong, Max. Why do you ask?” she murmured glancing up into his to die for face from her kneeling position. She forced a wide smile. I’m in the right position for praying. Praying that my judgment wasn’t as flawed as I think, and that I didn’t select a murderer to father my child. I guess I was nothing but a desperate, eligible, eager, foolish young women.

Max leaned in Alex’s direction and extended his hand to caress her hair. She flinched. He saw her movement but nothing registered.

 

She sat beside Max, gazing coldly into his eyes, never losing her focus.

“So you’re leaving me crazy wanting your body,” he said, fixated on Alex’s plump lips. “You know I have this problem with sleep.” Take some Excedrin PM, you sexy, horny fuck.

“Do you have another man? Maybe it’s my brother that you want, Alex?”

“I’m not going to answer that because it’s madness on your part.”

“You know I need you more than you can imagine.” Zipping his pants, he pulled Alex’s black lace thong from his pocket. It had fallen from the white robe that covered her naked body. “I suppose you will need this,” he said, inhaling the crotch of her thong with his eyes closed. Alex reached for it, but he put it behind his back and then suspended it on his finger in front of her.

“I can never get enough of your smell. It’s fresh and reminds me of the ocean. If you don’t satisfy me soon…I don’t know what I will do next.” That statement captured Alex’s attention; she kicked the newspaper farther under the seat and out of sight. She lowered her head, and her eyes wandered. What more do you want, you sex addict? Alex focused.

Snatching the thong from his finger, she gave a small huff and then put it back in the pocket of the robe. It barely concealed anything. Now she wanted to hide her disgust with Max and her shame for falling for a man that she had gone to any lengths to get and keep.

Raising her head and eyes, she said, “You never explain anything, Max. Why did you send me to that place, never telling me that he was your brother?”

“For God’s sake, Alex, must we go through this again? I explained to you that I didn’t know that you were Rebecca,” he stated with a raised eyebrow, which made him more attractive to Alex if that were possible. That dangerous perturbed look on his face only made Alex’s clit vibrate, and she felt the heat settle inside her. She wanted to take him home and suck his dick until he begged her to stop. She wanted to drain him of all his come until he had nothing left for another woman because if she walked away from him, he would have someone waiting to take her place.

Alex needed an explanation, even if it was a lie.

She needed to sleep at night without worrying that she would be his next victim. She didn’t know how to separate herself from the man she lived for, but didn’t want to die for.

“And that’s how you treat women you bring into your world? You pass them off to your brother to be fucked.”

Max’s eyes darkened as he remembered. “I was explicit, No intercourse, and especially not anal intercourse.” His eyes met hers. “You must have done something for him to make him want you in that manner. You’re not exactly his type.”

Alex’s eyes burned into Max. “What type is that? Maybe it’s because I’m a woman, and I was naked. Did that occur to you?” Alex’s brow furrowed, her eyes narrowed, and she glared with anger. “You could have warned Rebecca, but you were hot for me, after all I did to satisfy your sick hunger.” Oh, this is crazy. What I’m saying is absolutely insane. It was my choice to pretend to be Rebecca.

Closing her eyes, Alex placed her hands on both sides of her head and leaned back.

“What you did for me was drive me to my limits with that beautiful body and dirty phone sex. You never let me know the real you. It was your responsibility to reveal your identity and notify me that I have a son, but you didn’t. You disappeared and I could never find you,” Max said, reaching for her hands and pulling them and placing them in her lap.

“You were too busy tying up women and concentrating on your erotic pleasures to look for me. How many did you have to use that tongue and finger on, and those anal beads before you found the right woman to fit your dick?”

Max raised his index finger and pointed. “Only one. You.” His gaze shrouded Alex. “You were so busy with your anger and revenge and enjoying me whipping your ass that…”

Alex shouted, “I’ve had enough. Let me out now! I can walk home.” Who the fuck is he to tell me that I enjoyed him spanking my ass when it is his fault that I am fucked up like this? I never even fathomed doing anything as profound as allowing a man to place anal beads in my ass let alone fucking a man that wants to be led around with a collar. I didn’t get that screwed up until I laid eyes on his freaky ass, Alex thought.

“You’re behaving like a child.”

“I am a child compared to you. What are you, thirty or forty?”

He paused to look into Alex’s eyes, and a sly grin slid across his mouth. “I’m thirty-three, and everyone your age thinks thirty-three is old, but I’m the right age for you and the right man for you, my darling.”

He leaned to kiss Alex, but she moved quickly, changing to a seat across from him to get away from his natural sexual heat. The kind of heat a woman lost herself in with the smell of sex. He had a body to die for, and she knew that she could die if he replaced her. The only woman she knew about was the one lying in a delicate position, a position she hoped would not happen to her because she had to get away from him until she uncovered the truth.

“I’m not about to allow you to run around San Francisco naked with just a robe covering that pretty body. It makes me hot thinking about you.” Alex’s eyes narrowed and she bristled. Max reached and touched his penis. “See what you’ve done to me. I can’t see you or think about you without a hard-on. Do you know what you’ve done? I can’t let you go. I can’t allow another man to have you,” he stated with a dangerous, dark tone. There is that word again—allow. His eyes peered at her from behind his lush black eyelashes.

“Is everything about you fucking and satisfying your needs?”

“You are the only woman that has this effect on my body. What do you want me to do? Do you want me to look for another woman? Is that what you want? Are you sending me out into that world that I just escaped from?” What am I to tell him? Yes, go on out there and find someone and see if I can stand you lusting and making love to another woman while I go crazy. The way I want you, Mr. Black, I could resort to torture. Let’s see. I would take you to a secret place, make you strip, put a collar around your neck, tie you up, and suck you and never let you come, and if you just happen to, I would whip you until your ass was sore.

What is wrong with me? I have lost my mind. You see what you have done to me, Mr. Black? I’m here contemplating torture. Well, there is nothing wrong with thinking; it’s only wrong when we act out our dangerous fantasies.  

Alex lowered her sight to his hard body. She watched his body vibrate and his breath quicken. She had never seen him so sexually aroused. She wanted his warm come to flow into her body so that he would not have any left to fill another woman.

When Max calmed, he spoke softly. “I’ll take you home. I have wasted too much time…”

“Fine. Now I’m a waste of time.” Alex crossed her arms in a huff and sat back in the seat as they rode the remaining mile to the apartment in silence. Max met and held Alex’s gaze. She felt uncomfortable because she couldn’t get out of her mind the headlines in the newspaper. Clearly he would never explain anything to me. He never does, she thought. What’s the use asking again?

“Alex, why are you editing my words to use against me? Do you need another orgasm? I can give you one before you leave,” Max said, tilting his head to the right with a haughty, arrogant smirk.

“You are impossible, Max.” Alex bit her lip to keep from screaming, and she shot him the finger. The limo came to a stop in front of Blackstone’s luxurious apartment building. Alex reached to open the door, pulling feverishly at the handle.

“You’re not leaving here angry.”

“And what are you going to do about it?”

“Placing you over my knee and spanking you is not good enough.” He smiled softly, trying to soothe Alex’s anger. “I could take you back to my hotel and fuck you and give you something that you have never had,” he said with a threatening sneer and a curl of his lips.

“Now you’re resorting to kidnapping and fucking me while choking me.” Max’s eyes grew large and dark. His brow furrowed, and he raised one eyebrow. A smile never left his lips. His jaws tightened. What does Alex know about sexual asphyxiation? Max thought.

“If I fucked you while choking you, you would enjoy every minute of it. I don’t just fuck you, I make love to you.”

What the fuck did I say and what the fuck am I hearing? Alex caught herself because she hadn’t plan on confronting Max this way; it just slipped out.

“You know better, Alex. I would never hold you against your will.” Max addressed one of Alex’s concerns. I know, you beautiful seductive man. I just can’t resist you. This is not normal. Nothing about Mr. Black is normal. How could I think that I could ever have a life with him? This is a serious mental health issue and I need help, but he needs it more, she thought.

Once Max’s words could have showered her with wanton desire and she would be on her knees, but now she wasn’t sure about him. Not even about his brother. He should have told her about Jonas, that handsome freak who’d had her hot and ready to let him tie her up.

“What is wrong with you, Alex?” Max said in a quiet and measured voice. “Is it your time of the month…your period? Am I using the correct terminology?” Alex rolled her eyes upward, and they closed for a second.

“Don’t provide an excuse. For heaven’s sake let me out of here.” Max unlocked the door, and his driver got out and held the door open for Alex.

After stepping out of the limo, Alex leaned in as Max’s long legs extended out.

“Don’t see me into the apartment.” Alex felt her ploy didn’t work. She couldn’t goad him into confessing. He was always in control of what he said, but when it came to sex with her, she knew he was out of control. Maybe she should wait until she had him wanting her and then she would ask him that pertinent question.

“What can I do for you, Alex?”

“I want you to give me time to forget all of this and for you to clean up the mess in your life.”

“And what about my son? Am I to give you more time with Maxim? He’s two, and I’ve missed the most important time in his life.”

“He has been my son longer than he has been yours. I’ll decide when you should see him.”

“Oh, Alex, that’s not fair.” She’d found his soft spot, his weakness, and she was satisfied for the moment. She knew that Max could be ruthless. After all, he was Maximilian Blackstone, and you didn’t get that rich without leaving bodies on the floor.

Max watched Alex step out of the car. His face wore a sullen and distraught look. Maybe Alex wasn’t being fair, maybe she should discuss the murder of the young woman and not jump to conclusions, but clearly she had given Max every opportunity to say something, anything that would mitigate the doubts that coursed through her mind. With her head lowered, she scurried into her apartment to call Joshua.

“Joshua, can you come over? I’m feeling a little crazy now.”

“What’s the matter, Alex? That maniac has you twisted in his trap?”

“Just come up now, and if you have some ice cream bring that, too.”

“This sounds serious.” Joshua hung up and Alex dashed into the shower, threw on a pink exercise pant suit, and opened the elevator door.

“Come in, Joshua.” Joshua stood at the entrance, lounging in a black T-shirt and jeans. The tee had bold letters in gold: Blackstone Hotels: we provide the best food and a good night’s sleep. Yeah, sure you do, Blackstone. What a load of crap. You can’t even get a good night’s sleep unless your dick is lodged in me.

“Is it safe?” he asked, hesitating and peeping around. Still standing in the elevator, looking unusually handsome with his windswept hair, Joshua said, “You look kind of strange. I don’t know if I want to mix my good karma with yours.” She grabbed his wrist and pulled him in and took the French vanilla ice cream into the kitchen. Placing two scoops into each of two crystal bowls, she brought it out to Joshua, handing one bowl to him with a spoon. She sat and peered into the bowl, then, scooping a spoonful into her mouth, her eyes shifted over to Joshua.

He laid the bowl down. “I’m waiting for you to tell me why you look as if you’ve lost your favorite dog,” Joshua said, leaning back in a chair with his legs and arms crossed. Alex sat facing him on the opposite side of the decorative fireplace.

“It’s Max.”

“Well in that case you have lost your favorite dog.” Alex rolled her eyes at Joshua.

“This is serious, Joshua. Are you going to shut up and listen? Max has a twin brother and he never told me.”

“You never told him that you were masquerading as Rebecca the slut.”

“Please, Joshua, let’s not go down that road; it’s a bridge to nowhere. I have more important things to tell you.” There was a long pause.

“Well?”

“For one, I have a son, and I think Max is a killer.”

“What the fuck, Alex? What the fuck. No way.” Joshua jumped up, twisting his head left and right with his eyes closed. He circled the Italian yellow leather chair with his hands tucked into the pockets of his low-rider jeans.

“What? No way he’s a murderer?” Alex questioned with a defeated glance.

“No. No way you had a baby and didn’t tell me, and yes, I knew that rich cunt was strange. I wouldn’t be surprised if a body shows up.” Joshua raked his fingers through his hair.

“One already has. Have you read today’s paper?”

Joshua took a large mouthful of ice cream. “He maybe strange, but he’s not a murderer. I would have known. But he is a bit of a thug.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Do you hear the way he talks when he’s not trying to impress with that refined speech of his? When he wants something he takes it, and when he wanted to know if I had a relationship with you, he walked up to me and asked if I was fucking you. Just like that. Enough said.” Alex listened tentatively.

Joshua walked to Alex’s wine fridge, took out a bottle of wine, uncorked it, reached for a glass on a rack, and poured himself a large glass of wine. He returned to see Alex in the same position with the bowl empty.

“No one knows anyone that well,” Joshua murmured, sitting with his shoulders forward, close to Alex’s face. “You don’t know anything about him. I had to tell you that he was married three times and divorced and that he had a fiancée all the while he was seeing you, I mean Rebecca. Did he even introduce you to his parents?”

Alex leaned forward with both hands on her legs and said, “Well, the fiancée is dead. And I thought his mother and father were dead.”

Joshua spilled his glass of wine and reached for a napkin then took a large gulp.

“Who’s to say you won’t be next or your friends? I told you he was dangerous.”

“You said ‘trouble,’ not ‘dangerous.’ And there’s nothing to suggest that he would go after friends. Don’t be so dramatic, Joshua.”

Alex’s smartphone rang. She quickly placed it to her ear. “Alex, this is Max. I couldn’t leave you being angry with me. Can I come to see you tonight? I need you. We never talked about our son and our wedding.”

“Max, have you read the papers today?”

“No.”

“I did, and I think that you should.” Alex heard Max ask for the paper and then there was a long silence. “What do you have to say about that?”

“That does not concern me, Alex. I had nothing to do with that young woman’s demise.”

“But she was your fiancée.”

“I broke it off with her when you came into my life. I was so happy to have you back in my life…let me see you and explain everything.”

“OK, Max, give me a few hours.” How could she say no when she hungered for his touch? She wanted to feel his hands move over her skin and travel down the nape of her neck to her buttocks. He liked to place his hand on one cheek at a time as she lay on her stomach, massaging them and making her ready for him. While she lay on her stomach he would insert his long finger into her vagina and then her anus to arouse her and prepare her for his penis. Alex couldn’t help but run these images through her mind, and they were making her hot. Her body could not contain the pent-up sexual desires that he ignited.

The image of his handsome face and dark expressions drove her crazy. What he did with his fingers could drive her to unbelievable ecstasy.

“I’ll be there by seven.”

“Alex, I’m leaving,” Joshua whispered.

“Who is that, Alex?” Max said in a demanding voice.

“You don’t answer my questions, and I’m not going to answer yours.”

His voice weakened. “Why are you being so cruel to me? You know I can’t stand you behaving like that. I’m coming over now, and if you have a man in there I am going to be awfully pissed with you.” And he hung up the phone.

“Joshua, you have to leave now.”

“You can’t allow him to control your life,” Joshua stated, walking in the direction of the elevator.

“I know. I don’t want you to lose your job. And I need to see him; after all, we have a child together.”

“Well since you mentioned my job, I’m going.” Joshua opened the door and turned. “Don’t forget, Alex—I’m close. If you need me, call and I’ll be there in a quick second. Keep your phone near.”

“Yeah…yeah, Joshua. I’ll be OK.” Alex pushed Joshua into the elevator and closed the door.

Alex rushed to comb her hair. She put it in a ponytail and pulled it up on top of her head. Her bangs covered her forehead, which she thought was far too large, but Max said that he liked it. Strands fell on both sides of her face, framing it. She swiped a thin layer of gloss over her lips to make them luscious, just the way Max liked them. Why am I still trying to please him? She thought. The answer came back. I love him. I love that handsome, fuckable man. I love being with him and I love the way he makes love to me.

But is that a good reason to be with a man? she asked herself. For now it is the best reason I can come up with. If I can’t see him I think I would die, she thought.

She heard the elevator, his key in the door, and there he stood, sexy, tall, brimming with sex appeal so much so that he could bottle it and sell it. She could smell his Tom Ford Noir signature scent. He was irresistible. Alex stood in the doorway of the bedroom, leading to the living area. She didn’t want to move. Her breath shortened as she just took him in, all of him. His hair and beard were cut short. That makes him the sexiest man alive, she thought.

He leaned against the wall with one leg crossing the other. His dark pants hugged his small waist, and muscles flexed under his black V-neck silk sweater. She had never seen anyone who could make the color black look so inviting and so sexy.

“Come here, Alex,” Max said darkly, waving his right hand back and forth and gesturing for her to come to him. “If you don’t come to me, I’ll have to walk over there, and then I’m going to take you to bed and spank you, maybe tie you up.” His eyes lowered. “If you don’t want me to take you, then come here.” Max’s voice rang dark and deep.

Standing holding on to the frame of the door, she locked her gaze on Max. His unbelievable sexy jade eyes seduced her once again. His face, covered lightly with a manicured beard, appeared different, as if he was another man. It was as if she had seen him for the first time, and he looked delicious and she couldn’t move because she wanted what he had been giving her—unbelievable orgasms.

Come and take every part of me, you handsome, sexy fuck. I want you so much that I don’t care what you have done before. I just need you now. I need to take your dick in my mouth and let your come flow down my lips and on my nipples. I want to smear your life all over my body, you handsome, dangerous fuck.

Max read that look on her face because he had seen it many times with Rebecca, but she no longer wore the blonde wig to fool him. There was no need because he wanted his Alex, and he had his Rebecca. He got both, and now it was time to find out how it felt to have his virgin and his slut.

He sauntered over to her on his long legs, and when he reached her he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her violently to him. Looking at her, he said, “I’ve wanted to treat Alex rough and with no holds barred, but I was afraid. I thought that you would hate me, and that’s why I continued my relationship with Rebecca. Don’t you see I need this, and you like the way I make love to you in bed?”

Then Max cupped her mouth with his lips and slashed through it, hungry for her tongue. He sucked her tongue as he pulled her top open, and each snap came undone one by one. Then he pulled her pants down and found she had nothing on beneath. His eyes burned as he scanned her protruding nipples. A smile escaped.

Alex’s mouth moved slowly from Max’s lips. She helped him raise his sweater over his head. She could feel his muscles flex hard as they brushed her skin. She reached down and unbuttoned his pants, and they dropped. As Max stepped out of them, his body was bare and his hard dick stood strong, pressing against Alex’s bald mound.

Placing his fingers between her legs, he found the folds of her tense clit. Touching it softly, his fingers circled it, and then he dropped his head down to her breasts and stuck his index finger into her vagina. He pushed it in and pulled it out and said, “You are ready for me. You are so wet and sweet.”

He slammed her against the wall with his mouth sucking her breasts; he rammed his dick into her with a powerful growl. “Yes, Alex, you know what I like.” Alex pushed her mound into him, grinding up and down, left and right. Her vagina muscles caressed and stroked his penis. His voice weak, he said, “You are so good, Alex. That clit is so sweet. I don’t know what I would do if you ever left me.”

She leaned her body into his, and he pinned her against the wall. He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Yes…yes, give it to me the way I like.”

“What do you want, Max?”

“You know.” Alex moved away from Max’s impossibly hard dick. He rolled her around, and she slid down and began sucking him. He leaned against the wall, his head back, his mouth open, his legs spread, with Alex on her knees with his hard dick firmly in her mouth.

“Oh, Alex, when did you get so good? I would do something horrible if I thought I couldn’t have you this way.” He pushed and pulled his penis in and out of her mouth as Alex held it with a suction that drove him wild. After all, it was he who taught her how to please him and now it was out of his control. He pulled out because he was wound so tight that he would have spilled his come in her mouth. Max was still shy around Alex even though he had engaged in BDSM with her. He wanted to experience it again, but he didn’t want to rush it.

Going to his knees, he placed Alex on her back on the floor, and then, leaning over her, he kissed her neck and trailed his tongue down between her breasts and past her navel, and he bit her thighs. He glanced up at Alex and laid his head between her legs. He hoisted her legs on his shoulders and softly licked her folds and clit. Her clit throbbed, and he knew she was ready to burst. He would control how she had her orgasm. He always controlled that part of her body, and he would do so now.

It was the sound of her moaning, calling out, “Max…Max,” that turned him on and made him weak for her. He would do anything for Alex to keep her. He licked her clit and took her to the point of orgasm and then stopped. “Max, I love you. I love you.”

That was all Max wanted to hear, then he sucked her until he felt the quiver of her bud. She was ready, and then like clockwork, his tongue touched lightly under her clit, and she screamed with pleasure.

“I want you Max; give me your dick. I want it now.” Max lay across Alex and his penis found her heated vagina. It seared him and pleasured him, and the minute his penis touched the fullness of her wall, he oozed come until he passed out over Alex.

They sprawled on the rug and she lay in his arms. Alex looked over and saw that he was asleep. She stood up, walked, and took a satin blanket from the linen closet and placed over him. Alex shook Max and tried to wake him, but she couldn’t. Tired, she found the bed and fell across it.

When her alarm went off, she woke, hopped out of bed, and rushed into the living room where she had left Max. He was gone. He could have said something, she thought. How are we going to solve our problems if all he does is fuck and disappear? What kind of life will I have with this man?

Alex dressed for work. After all, she hadn’t married Max and she hadn’t quit her job. She wanted to speak with Max, and maybe she could at his main office. If she got there early enough, then she might have a chance.

She headed out of her apartment into the lobby.

“Ms. Johns.” She turned. It was the doorman. “Someone by the name of Mr. Shu delivered your Mercedes. It’s in the garage. Do you want me to have it brought up?”

“No, I’m walking this morning.” Alex needed time to think. Walking helped her when her mind was cloudy and mixed up. She hadn’t solved anything with Max; it occurred to her that there wasn’t enough walking time to wade through her problems because she stood looking up at the words blackstone written in front of the building. “I’m here already?”

Max’s limo wasn’t anywhere, but he had several cars, and he could have driven any one of the expensive cars parked outside with a chauffeur waiting. And then she remembered that the blue Rolls Royce was his. The windows were dark. He liked his cars dark because that’s where he found the time to fuck, she imagined. He could be fucking in it now as I’m standing outside, she thought.

Because she was early, she saw only the guards stationed at their desk. They smiled, and she entered the elevator. Stopping on the twenty-sixth floor, she saw a light on as she stepped out of the elevator. He was in. Her breathing deepened as she headed for her office. Opening the door, she thought it strange that she hadn’t seen Ms. Corday, who managed to be there by seven a.m. each morning. Alex wondered how she did that and still looked so perfect each morning with her makeup in perfect order, not a strand of hair out of place. She reminded Alex of a mannequin. She had the same smile day after day.

Alex, on the other hand, could barely make it in to work by nine. On some days she didn’t show and worked from home.

Walking in, she dropped her purse in the nearest drawer and scurried to the door to Max’s adjoining office. She wanted to have a civilized discussion without sex. Quietly, she opened the door; she wanted to surprise him. She still had her stilettos and handcuffs in her desk. Maybe she would give him a taste of Rebecca if their conversation went well.

“Max!” she shouted. He craned his neck and glanced around at the sound of someone calling. He was naked and on all fours, and Ms. Corday was seated on the leather couch, dressed in a leather corset, her hairless mound visible, with his face planted between her legs. Her high-heeled black thigh high boots rested on his shoulders. His butt was bruised from the leather strap and he had Alex’s studded collar around his neck.

 

The fifth book (Mourning Becomes Black) of the Blackstone Series will be available by January 4, 2016. If you haven’t read the series, I will provide you chapters from books 1,2, 3, 4 each week and a chapter from book 5 on January 1, 2016.

If you would like to read the series you can find them at Barnes and Noble, Apple ITunes, Google, Amazon, Smashwords, Kobo, All E Romance and where Ebooks are sold.

Warning these books are Erotic Romance and for individuals 18 and over. Below is Chapter 1 of The Incredible Mr. Black.

The Incredible Mr. Black

Chapter 1

 

The worst thing a young woman can do is fall in love, and worse yet is to fall in love with a sexy, handsome, drop dead gorgeous rich man. Because you could find yourself doing things you never would imagine—like letting him handcuff you to his bed, as he makes passionate, sexual, erotic love to you.

Driving into the gated community, shivering from the thought, I stopped to put in the code. The mansion is setting on a lush green manicured grassy hill with a circular driveway. I bring my SL 500 Mercedes to a quick stop and exit it, another present I accepted from the billionaire industrialist, Maximilian Blackstone, or as I call him, Mr. Black.

A young man reaches for my keys. I stiffen my hand. He felt my hand hesitate. “Don’t worry miss, we’ll take care of your car.” It wasn’t the car that worried me.

Walking in a daze I’m now at the front door of Pandora’s Retreat, a luxurious getaway for the serious bondage and S and M enthusiast. My mind wavering as I count my steps. I can’t decide whether I want to do this, whether I want to walk through those double glass doors with the gold plated trim, and spend a week experiencing a world of BDSM.

I’ve had only one man in my sexual life, and I can’t imagine anyone who could match the Incredible Mr. Black, Max as his friends call him.

I tugged the collar of my cream colored silk shirt and lumbered on through the doors. My gaze turned following an attractive woman heading in my direction, where a faint light bounced off her stern face. She stopped to greet me, “Welcome, Ms. Johns. You will find your stay most delightful, and you will discover that we have attended to all your needs, including an apartment for a week’s stay.” The director, a beautiful golden haired woman of forty, wearing a black fitted dress and high heels, who appeared to enjoy her job, smiled warmly, opening the door of the apartment and handing me the key.

How did it come to this? Why did I agree to do this? I wondered ignoring the answer.

Three years ago, I fell in love and the last thing I thought about was being a sex slave to a beautiful exotic looking billionaire who appeared on the outside normal, but by my standards then, there was nothing normal about whippings, ropes, and handcuffs. I guess a few years ago, I would have been considered Vanilla.

I’m here to meet the Master, he’s to teach me how to be the perfect Sub and bring me to a higher level of submission. Mr. Black suggested that I was confused, and I didn’t know whether I was a Sub or Dom, and he needed a Sub. I knew what I was, he just couldn’t handle it. Finally I agreed to his wishes, but I warned him that sending me here could be dangerous for both of us. But deep down inside I was anxious to learn about the real world of bondage, because until now, I had been faking it to understand, and fit into the world of my incredible handsome and sexy, Mr. Black.

When did this begin? I asked myself as I prepared my mind and body for what I had come to love. When did I begin to enjoy a man placing me over his knee, whipping my ass, and tying me to his headboard while fucking me senseless?

It started the day I answered an ad in the local newspaper for a terrific job in Montana, never bothering to read the small print.

 

Today is my first day on the job. I’m suffering from jet lag, incompetence, identity crisis, and a host of other insecurities that a twenty-two year old who has just completed college, with mountains of debt, no friends or family to speak of, and a new job that I need. I found this position in the New York Post: Wanted, young gregarious go getter to work in sales, she should be intelligent, a college graduate, pretty without being noticeable, comfortable with individuals who are among the 1 percent… the ad went on and on. I figured I had one of the qualities they advertised, and I packed my bags and headed to Billings, Montana in the middle of ski season.

I wasn’t a drop dead gorgeous woman but I had my moments, just average, long auburn curly hair worn in a ponytail most often, oval face, high cheekbones, and large blue eyes. I never trusted my looks as a magnet for men.

And I never got the impression that the company which hired me was more interested in my looks than whether I could do the job.

“Miss Bishop,” the manager Joshua said holding my resume and looking over his glasses, “can you work overtime?” That was it. Staring at him as his eyes glanced intermittently at me; I thought he was a great looking guy, with dirty blond hair, barely six feet, and a great body. The kind of body you get from farm work, not spending time in a gym.

They must have been desperate for personnel but you couldn’t tell by the beautiful scenery, luxurious accommodations for the staff and guest, all the food you can eat, and the pay was great. I would have paid them to work at Blackstone Ski Lodge.

I soon learned that the altitude was unbearable and on one occasion I almost fainted. My skin stayed dry and I had to keep a supply of Vaseline and Chap Stick in my imitation leather purse. I was constantly licking my lips and batting my eyes because I used very little makeup. One of the hotel guests, an older gentleman, thought I was flirting with him. He was all of seventy. “Get a life,” I said.

Shuffling off none too happy, he tried to have me fired but Joshua intervened, and that’s why he and I became best buds, besides he let me sleep on his couch because I was afraid to live alone. I’m sure he expected much more, but that was all I had to give. I planned on remaining a virgin until the right man came along. Handsome and rich, but that was just a dream, the problem is it’s as easy to fall in love with a rich man as a poor one, but probabilities are that I would never meet a rich handsome man that would even take a look at me and say, “She’s the one.”

It was the middle of the winter ski season and the hotel was shorthanded, Jacob took his time getting to the counter because he likes his long lunches with the newly hired. He claimed he wanted to do a detailed interview. I knew better but I owed him just for taking a chance on me.

Reaching for my Chap Stick under the counter, I stooped, and when I raised my head, I gazed directly into the eyes of the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. Living in New York, I have seen my share of men. I have seen all races, all nationalities, all ages, gay and straight, and he was just beautiful. A face like none I have ever seen. His wide dark green eyes, a strong jaw, head full of dark curls cut short, thick eyebrows, and he wore a hidden smile or was that a smirk, the kind I had seen on a billboard for a Tom Ford’s advertisement for Tom Ford Noir, a fragrance for men.

Yes, Noir, it means Black, how fitting.

He was just different. I felt it throughout my body. My legs tingled, my hands shook, and my mouth opened wide. He was the one. The one I would do anything for, the one I would give up my virginity for in a fast second if only he would ask with just a whisper in my ear.

This does not say much about my self-control. I thought I had plenty until I laid eyes on him. “Wow!” His breath-taking sinful face should have been concealed to prevent him from casting a spell on all women who gazed into his green eyes. Those eyes appeared capable of seeing through a woman’s dress and straight to her clit.

Gliding into the lodge, he was chatting and laughing but paused when our eyes locked. Stopping in his tracks, there was a moment of silence, and then his gaze wandered around the room and the room filled again with idle chatter.

I knew he was trouble when I scanned his gorgeous face and body. He strutted through a throng of eligible beautiful obscene young men and women with all eyes targeting him. They leaned and whispered, obviously they knew him. Dressed immaculate in a black Giorgio Armani suit, black and white Prada shirt, and black Gucci loafers, walking with a sort of swagger, leaning as he walked—like a predatory cat, lumbering through the double doors of the Blackstone Ski Lodge in Billings, Montana with an entourage of three handsome men trailing behind his gorgeous firm muscular ass. His jet black curly hair tousled, and windswept, his piercing green eyes begging me to lie down and stay awhile to be his sex slave on call, I thought remembering that moment. I keep playing it over in my mind. “Wow.”

This man was trouble for any woman crazy enough to fall in love with him. So, I convinced myself, keep your wits about you, and don’t act like a frigging idiot. It was far too late for that, I admitted.

Joshua returned just in time. “Sorry Alex, I owe you one.”

“Oh that’s OK,” I said following that handsome fuck’s gaze. I heard nothing and saw nothing, I was staring into space, dreaming and heading in the direction of the elevators, trying to get out of the room before I fainted.

I stepped aside to allow the entourage and that man I would die for in the elevator, hesitating, praying the door would close. Too late, he turned around, his face expressive and light with a skillful grin, a disarming smile he uses to great effect. Facing the open door and space that I now occupied, he said, “That’s a lovely necklace.” His voice deep with perfect English, of prep-schools and elite colleges and universities, seduced me, surprised me, and then the elevator,—closed immediately in my goofy looking face.

My head gave a quick jerk downward to see what he was looking at. I grabbed for my turquoise drop held by a black string, the only piece of jewelry that I owned, and wondered, what is it? Why would a rich handsome fuck like him admire a cheap piece of Indian jewelry?

As I passed the mirror, I noticed that a button had come undone and my breasts were in full view. I now became aware of what he had seen, taking the view in, “not bad,” I said admiring my best assets. Thank God I wore my expensive Victoria Secret’s bra with black lace trim, that’s because I had thrown out all my old comfortable ratty bras; otherwise, I would never show my face again. I didn’t feel so bad now, just embarrassed. I hope he didn’t think I did that on purpose. I bet woman were hiding around every corner throwing their panties in his direction. I know I would if I had half the chance.

Scrambling to button my shirt, and breathing deep with shame, I put my head down and scurried into the employees’ lounge. I thought about him all night. Why did he have to notice me? Why did I have to look like a misfit around all those wonderful looking rich people and why did he have to make me feel so inadequate? Couldn’t he just keep that beautiful mouth with those perfect white teeth shut? I mumble to myself.

Determine to ignore him the next day when he came through the elevator with his entourage, I excused myself, pretending I had to go to the restroom when I saw him moving in the direction of the counter. He didn’t send his secretary or one of his body guards, he sauntered up with all the confidence of a rich handsome arrogant thirty-something, and then seeing him, I ducked low and scurried into the back office hiding like a child who had just stole her big sister’s lipstick.

When I finally thought it was safe to come out, Freddie, the new hire, looked me up and down with a judgmental scan with his brown eyes. “Mr. Blackstone asked for you.”

“Did he tell you what he wanted?” It took a moment to register. “You mean he’s the owner of this Lodge and I’m his employee?” I said with a scowl displaying my anger. “I was too busy trying to find an apartment. I didn’t have time to do research,” I mumbled looking up his room number. Yes, the Penthouse suite. Why didn’t he take the private elevator?

“People like that don’t explain themselves,” Freddie said not looking up from the computer, “but he was awfully interested in you.”

“What is his problem? Do you think he wants to fire me?” I said, my voice shaky and shrill.

Freddie rolled his shoulders to his ears. “Well, he asked your name and whether you were married and did you have any friends? Quote, boyfriends.” Freddie made the signs of quotation marks in the air. “He didn’t exactly use those words.” Freddie paused as I held my breath. “I told him that I didn’t know.”

“Why did you say that?” My eyes opened wide.

“Because I don’t know and it’s none of his business, besides, I don’t care how much money he has, he has no right to invade your privacy.”

“Let me be the judge of that,” I said under my breath, and rolling my eyes.

The next day standing at my desk reading The Great Gatsby, a book I never got a chance to read in college because Cliff Notes were easier, I felt eyes measuring me. It was an eerie feeling. When I glanced up he was staring at me with those penetrating deep dark green eyes. He had come from outside and for once he was alone. He just stood looking at me making me so uncomfortable with those jade eyes undressing me, leaving me weak.

My body shook and blood coursed through my veins at an accelerated rate forcing my blood pressure up and my blood sugar down. I felt faint; he appeared to have that effect over me whenever he’s near. He opened his mouth and those lips and perfect white teeth sucked out what oxygen was left in my brain. My eyes jutted up to his perfect nose, dark layered eye brows, and then back to his mouth and I began daydreaming about where he could put those lips.

“Hello,” he said soft and smooth.

“Yes? Hello.” I responded like the idiot I claimed I would never become if I laid eyes on him again.

“Ms. Bishop… I was wondering if… I want… I would like to see you,” he said with a sexy English tone to his voice.

“Why?” I leaned forward. “Did you say you want to see me, sir, ah Mr. Black…I mean Mr. Blackstone.” I sound incompetent like I had escaped from an asylum.

“Forget it. I’m sorry,” he said fading away into the private elevator. I stood staring at the spot where he had asked to see me with my mouth so wide it could have caught a fly if any could survive at this altitude. A man like that asking to see me, did he mean what I think he meant? Me? Alexander Bishop, a girl who had never been anywhere except Brooklyn, well I could count the states, breathing the same air as this rich, handsome, drop dead gorgeous fuck. He looked all of thirty-five, so I rationalized that he was too old, too worldly, and too dangerous for me.

And what did he mean by “wanting to see me?” Was I reading too much in those few words? Joshua says I analyze things to death. But I couldn’t understand why a man who is obviously articulate would just say, “I want to see you.”

If I was stupid enough to dream that he thought I was attractive or entertain such an idea, all I could do was get hurt. I had no defense. I wasn’t worldly, I had one friend, I had no money, and I wasn’t that pretty.

What kind of experience did I have to even talk to that world class man? Maybe he was married and I would be one of the many girls he fucked on vacation, but for me it would be a fuck of a lifetime. I may never recover if he puts his rich dick in me. I would be gone, probably turn into a stalker, I thought. So it was better that I get him out of my mind. But I couldn’t. He haunted my thoughts, my body, and my clit.

A chill eased up my back caressing my spine straight into the nape of my neck and settling on the roots of my hair. Wow! It was then I knew that I would do anything for him and that was dangerous.

The next day I figured the best way to rid myself of Mr. Black was to try out my new skis, maybe break a leg or something, and have them send me back to Brooklyn with workman’s comp. That would help me until I could get another job and get far away from him.

I had lied on my application and stated that I was proficient on the slopes. So they gave me skis and lessons were free to upgrade my skills. What skills? Bending forward adjusting the skis, I stepped backwards and backed up until I hit a wall or so I thought. Looking through my legs, I saw a pair of skis with two long legs covered in a black ski suit standing behind me. It was Mr. Black’s rock hard body. There he stood all six foot two, in a black ski suit and gear, and my ass plastered directly on his hard dick.

He didn’t move. His gaze scanned my hair, back, and my ass. By the look in his eyes he appeared to be measuring the split of my butt for something, and I didn’t know what? I couldn’t straighten up, my finger had gotten stuck, and when I unhinged it and stood, he never moved. He stood on my skis with a wicked smile, and with me not moving an inch I said wryly, “I hope you’re enjoying yourself. Take a picture it’ll last longer.” That’s all I could think of. I remember hearing that somewhere.

“Well, Ms. Bishop,” he said with a sly smile crossing his inviting lips, “we meet again.” I stood up with his body close, where not even a sheet of paper could pass between us, as if we were entwined in intercourse and he had penetrated my ass. He whispered softly in my ear, my butt quivering against his dick, with him getting even closer, if that was possible. He circled my body with his arms and said, “You smell wonderful.”

“Thank you, but could you get off of my skis?”

He moved his hand caressing my chin then placing it lower, “Your beautiful neck needs something, a collar,” he stated casually passing his fingers from front to the back causing me to shiver, not from the cold but from the heat of his penis penetrating my clothing like lighting. At the time I thought nothing of his comments. Maybe that’s what the rich say when they want to make a pass, and I responded in a childish and girlish manner.

“You smell pretty good yourself,” was all I could get out and then freezing. I should have asked, “What the fuck are you doing?” But I didn’t. I should have asked, “Have you lost your fucking mind?” But I didn’t. I should have asked, “Do you think I’m that kind of girl? Do you want to fuck me?” But I didn’t.

“I was wondering whether I can see you under different circumstances,” he said with a hint of vulnerability dancing in his green eyes, which had softened.

I managed to slightly turn my head. “You are seeing me now, why do you wish to see me? And please get off of my skis.” I said coldly trying to cool the heat that was coursing between my thighs.

When I finally moved my skis to turn to face my fears, the obstruction was gone and so was Mr. Blackstone. So here I am again staring into nothingness with only a mountain of snow for company and feeling stupid once more. I swore to myself that if I see him again, I would give him a piece of my mind—how dare he quit so soon. One minute more and I would have caved in and he could have fucked me in my ears if he had a mind to.

I headed down the slope and at the very foot; I tripped, stumbled, rolled, and landed in a large bed of snow with my skis buried. I tried to stand but that was impossible. I knew that I had sprung my ankle. Looking around, I didn’t see anyone. I panicked and screamed, “Hello! I need help, I’m hurt!” Before I could yell again, standing in front of me was the extraordinary handsome, Mr. Black.

He rushed over to me, dug me out with a small shovel he carried somewhere, unfastened my skis, and lifted me like a doll. Cradle in his arms, my breath ceased. Gazing into my eyes, he asked, “Are you hurt?”

“It’s my ankle.” He touched it gently. I screamed not from pain, but desperate wanting his attention.

“You can’t take pain, pain can be exciting and satisfying,” he said flashing a smile. “You know childbirth is painful and satisfying.”

“What did you say?” I always missed his cues.

“I guess we can’t have children,” he said passing a dark teasing smirk along his mouth while not taking his eyes off me.

His gaze unnerved me. “I can carry you to my cabin it’s near. You’re so light.” I felt incredibly light or I was incredibly stupid. He could be some kind of serial killer, or worse, a man who would make love to me and never see me again. Nevertheless, I felt comfortable in his arms, like I belonged there.

Stopping at a large house built with logs, he lumbered up the stone stairs with me in his arms, to this unbelievable red wood cabin in the middle of snow and mountains. I had never seen a house of that magnitude. It was built on a mountain with boulders as steps. Strong floor to ceiling glass windows surrounded the house giving a panoramic view of everything for miles. The cabin, breathtaking, and it matched the owner—rich, beautiful, strong, and different.

We entered the house and I turned around mystified at the décor. The foyer wide like a museum had numerous gray leather chairs placed facing the windows, large paintings lined the walls. The house stood half on the mountain and half on large pillars the kind you find under bridges. “This place is beautiful.”

“You are beautiful,” he said making me uncomfortable. Turning around I spied a large roaring fire.

“Oh, I love a fire.” He placed me in a large cream leather chair, setting near the huge fireplace, then picking up a log and feeding the fire. It was his favorite chair because it sat alone with a large table near with books setting on it, and a small crystal chest set. He watched deliberately as I acted like a little girl who had never had anything or been anywhere and he was right.

Trying to stand, I wobbled, he rushed to me and knelt looking up at me. “You can’t walk on that leg. I will have the doctor here to examine it.” His voice commanding and strong.

“What about my job?”

“Joshua can get someone to replace you until you are fit for work. Remember they work for me and so do you, so relax, and let me pamper you.” My mind began to work overtime, trying to figure out what it was he was after and why me? He stood, walked away, turned, and smiled and strutted into an area that appeared to be a kitchen. Then he came back moments later with a bottle of wine, two glasses, and a tin of Beluga caviar.

Wrinkling my nose at the caviar, Max looked at me confused. “Is something wrong, Alex?” I love the way the sound of my name dripped from his lips—so authoritative, so masculine. No man had ever called me Alex; they always wanted to feminize Alexander. My parents named me after Alexander the Great, the great conquer.

“Drinking wine is not good for me, I have a low tolerance for wine, and the caviar is from a mammal, it’s like eating my own eggs,” I said looking at him thinking I said something interesting. But the truth was I had never had caviar. I could tell by his smile and arched eyebrow that I wasn’t fooling him.

“Oh you are one of those,” he said staring as if he had seen an alien. “After today with your ankle, I thought you needed a drink. And the caviar, I’ll get rid of it. I’ll have my cook make you something more familiar.” He scooped up the silver tray, holding the tin of caviar, with silver matching spoons, and disappeared into the kitchen. Then he returned looking disappointed and vulnerable. “I instructed my chef to make you soup, a sandwich, and a salad, you do eat lettuce?”

“Mr. Blackstone, I’ll have the wine…”

He interrupted, “Call me Maximillian or Max.” He poured the wine, and I took a sip and before I could finish it someone rang the bell. It was the doctor. He examined me and my ankle, massaged it, gave me some muscle relaxers, and said that I should stay off it for twenty-four hours and I would be good to go. Max didn’t leave me. He sat and waited for the doctor to finish examining me. The last thing I remembered was looking into Max’s beautiful face.

Waking in the middle of the night to the moon flowing through the picture windows, I worried because I had fallen asleep around a man I didn’t know. Was it the wine or did Mr. Black slip something into my drink? No, it was the meds. He didn’t have to drug me; I would give myself freely and happily, and he knew it. I felt my clothing. I was wearing a silk white top and nothing else. I felt the bed, now I know what silk black sheets feel like. I smiled. I guess he likes black. Then in the moonlight I saw a tall figure standing with his legs crossed in the doorway, his hand on his hip. “Are you ok?”

“Who undressed me? How did you know my size?” he answered one of my questions.

“Me. We are adults after all,” he said inching in my direction.

“We may be adults but you are my employer,” I said wincing. “I’ll never be able to look at you without feeling uncomfortable.”

“Well you will not have to see me again unless you want to.” He strutted close to the bed and sat at the corner staring down at me. “Do you find me attractive?”

“What kind of question is that?” A blind woman would find him attractive just from his voice. Didn’t he know how handsome and sexy he is especially in the moonlight?

“I was taken with you the moment I saw your beautiful face,” he said with a secret smile.

You weren’t looking at my face it was my breasts, you sexy fuck. Was he serious? Maybe he was blind and I hadn’t notice. Maybe he had a missing leg or he was impotent and he would seduce anyone he could fool? Why me?

All possibilities crossed my mind, I came to a conclusion,—I didn’t care. He leaned over to kiss me. I leaned back away from his full lips. “I don’t think we should do this.” I was going but I didn’t want to go easy.

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” he said with a gleeful smile.

“I’m not what you think I am?” I said trying for respectability.

“You are exactly what I think you are?” he said with a twist of his head.

“Some kind of slut you can give wine to and I’ll do anything to be near a rich good-looking guy like you.”

“So you find me appealing.”

“Well, yes in a kind of sexy odd way.”

“Now I’m sexy?” he questioned with a soft smile and glowing eyes. He moved closer and leaned in to me. I tried to move away when he draped his muscular arm across my lap and trapped me.

“I didn’t quite mean it like that.”

“What if I told you that I’m attracted to you?” Mr. Black said, eyes penetrating my glance.

“What if I told you that I’m not attracted to you,” I said wanting to take those words back the minute they slipped from my lips.

“Then I’m hurt. Feel my heart, it’s broken.” Mr. Black took my hand and placed it to his hard chest. I felt his heart beating quickly as he nudged his face closer to my neck. My body responded to his closeness. His hand pushed my hair to the side and he planted kisses on my neck, on my chin, and on my lips.

First a soft kiss, then one on the nape of my neck. He placed his strong manicured hand around my back to brace me, threading his hand through my curly unruly auburn hair and said, “I’m turned on by your lips, which makes me want to…” He didn’t finish his thoughts. He strummed his finger over my top lip. Maybe it was too soon for him to say that he wanted me to wrap my full lips around his hard dick.

Passing his finger on my bottom lip and letting it linger, his eyes smoldering and dark. Then he took my fingers and placed it in his mouth. I watched as he kissed it and then he closed his eyes and sucked them. I watched in wonder. I felt a tingle move down my breasts and settle on my clit then to my toes. This type of foreplay was new to me. I felt intensely drawn to him like metal drawn to a magnet. It was something sinful about how he kissed my fingers and then his lips found my mouth.

His tongue swirled around and sucked my tongue as long as he sucked my finger. I tried to reciprocate drawing in his tongue, but he was in control and sucked my mouth dry. Determine to seduce me with his foreplay; I was more than determined to allow him.

Lowering his head to my neck, he softly nipped it. The feeling was felt in my folds. His hands grabbed both breasts and his fingers squeezed my nipples until they rose and ached with pleasure. His dark green eyes searched my eyes as he lay over me biting my neck and squeezing my nipples harder. I didn’t cry out because surprisingly, I enjoyed the intensity of his love making. His gaze locked on me and he saw in my eyes that I enjoyed every moment of his painful seduction.

“Does pain give you pleasure?” he said meeting my gaze and his fingers tightening on my nipples. Yes, how did he know? I just found out.

“Yes, yes, harder,” I moaned breathless. His eyes gleaming, he pinched my nipples harder. My breathing intensified.

His head moving down, his short curly locks brushed against my breasts. I threaded my fingers through his dark locks, and with his mouth he sucked each nipple, careful to tug each one in his teeth until they rose and turned red. I gave out a low moan. When I shouted it was with pleasure. He appeared hungry for a body and that body lay in his bed and it was mine.

And I felt as if I had won the lottery. I was a lucky fuck for the day.

The compromise of my beliefs for that beautiful man making a meal out of my breasts, gorging himself until he felt satisfied filled me with pleasure. He took them in his hands, “These are beautiful, I can’t get enough of them,” he said stroking them forward pinching each nipple as they met his fingers, “and they are mine.” A dark gleam settled in his eyes. A penetrating look caused me to pull the straps of the silk top down my hips, leaving the thong, a thin strip up my ass, masquerading as underwear.

He helped pull the top down and looked on me with my breasts heaving up and down. He straddled me as his eyes searched every inch of my body. Then he reached his large hands on both sides of the string and with one jerk, the strings came undone and his gaze lowered and settled on my pubic hair.

“Let it grow, don’t shave it again,” he demanded. Then sliding down my body slowly, stopping to place a warm kiss on my stomach, his hands parted my legs, and he dropped his magnificent face between my legs. His tongue searched my clit until he found the spot he had been looking for. He caught me by surprise. My legs trembled, but soon relaxed and I opened them wide.

I carelessly draped my legs over his shoulder which excited me as well as him because he clutched them with both hands never coming up for breath.

His head moved with the intensity and the rhythm of his tongue. I wanted to know how it felt to have a man eat me. I had heard about it, but I didn’t know it was so pleasurable. His energy was boundless. His hands cupped my breasts and his fingers pinched my nipples as he worked his tongue. He had mastered a rhythm with his lips, tongue, hands, and fingers—the epitome of extreme multi-tasking.

I had my first orgasm and before I could yell I had another one. It was a terrific feeling and I could not contain a scream of pleasure. With a smile on his face, he moved and eased his body up gazing in my eyes. I took his dick into my hands and he looked at me his eyes begging me to do something with it or to it. It was so hard when I placed it in my mouth, lying on my back. I feared that my mouth could not contain it.

He saw the panic in my eyes; I didn’t want to do the wrong thing. I took it out, “I’ve never done this before,” I said looking up at Mr. Black.

“I know,” he said softly.

How did he know, I asked myself? Now was not the time to analyze.

“I’ll teach you. I’ll teach you to satisfy me.” Those words sound promising. Maybe I wasn’t a one night stand after all, but I was certainly his cunt for the day. As he directed me to hold his warm dick in my hand, I clutched it gently. “No you’re holding it like you’re afraid of it. Tighter.”

Finally, I got it. I felt in control as he tilted his head back moaning with pleasure, “Alex, yes, that’s what I like. Now suck it hard. I don’t want to fill your mouth with my cum, I want to fill your pussy. I can’t wait.”

With little patience, I sucked the head of his penis; up and down my mouth took it in. I wanted to control that dark, handsome, sexy, and titillating love of my life, man of my dreams, fucking trouble, who has ruined me for other men.

Tasting a hint of warm fluid, dropping slow, drip by drip until he pulled his dick from my mouth, and he held it with a painful expression. Then with his strong arms he lifted me up facing him. With his head buried in my breasts, he whispered, “Put it in Alex.” I hesitated, my hands quivered at the thought of the pain his hot wet penis would inflict on the walls of my vagina. I guided his hard penis into the mouth of my vagina and stopped. I glared at Mr. Black with panicked eyes.

“You’re a virgin, I know. I’ll be careful.” His mouth locked around my nipple, his long arm reaching, and his fingers finding my folds, sending a current shooting to my toes. He opened my wet folds and inserted a finger, softly another finger, then breaching my wall. Taking his fingers out, he placed them to his nose and inhaled, then inserting them in his mouth on his tongue, and said, “It’s your smell that turns me on. That smell tells me no man has been here.”

Holding my breath, he plowed the tip of his heavy penis into my vagina, inch by inch, taking more of my opening until he reached a roadblock. Then with a quick thrust he filled my vagina, as if he had heard somewhere that to limit the pain and reach the summit of a mountain, he had to do it quickly.

The nerves of my clit came alive. Opening my mouth to scream, his mouth cupped my mouth and he sucked my tongue in, rendering me speechless as he arched his body deep into my opening. I became use to his incredible hard penis. I took it in easily, it was a good fit. I knew it and he knew it.

Overmatched by his incredible body, his incredible lovemaking, his incredible handsome face, I yield everything to him.

His energy was boundless, “I need more,” his glance laying on my body instead of my eyes. I didn’t say a word. I was numb from the meds. But I knew what I was doing and where I was going.

He whispered, “I should have been gentle, but I couldn’t help myself, your virgin pussy was so sweet and irresistible.” He looked like a child declaring that he could not resist a piece of candy.

Mr. Black’s face softened and enjoyment and pleasure took hold. I wanted to give him the pleasure of my body where he would never forget me. As he thrust his dick into me once more, I met it with enjoyment, as I tried to find out just what turned on my gorgeous fuck of a man. My finger nails trailed up and down his back until I found that he responded. “Fuck me Alex, never stop. I love you, you’re mine, and I’m your first.”

And you will be my only man. I don’t want anyone but you. Ever! I thought.

Leaning his head back his breathing intensified. I worked my hips at each positive expression on his face. His animalistic moans caused me to thrust forward into him and milk his penis up and down with my tight cunt. His body shook violently with pleasure and his come slowly drained into me.

He pulled me close, our eyes met as I lay with my head on his hard muscular arm. I looked around and saw a large moon casting light on his hard chest. He knew all about me, but I knew nothing of him except that I loved him and he said that he loved me. I wanted to believe him.

Turning facing me with his hands between my thighs, “Alex, you look so sexy, I want more of you.” He nudged under me and stroked my behind. His gaze covered my body as he fought off sleep. But he wasn’t successful and sleep won out. I was too giddy to close my eyes. I just stared at him with his drop dead looks and body; his arm draped across my stomach.

I wondered how I had gotten so lucky. Then I realized that I had never been lucky. I turned lying in his arms with my head on his chest, and I remained in a state of ignorant bliss.

 

 

I thought this was a fun way to introduce book 5 in the Blackstone Series “Mourning Becomes Black,” which will be published between December 31, 2015 and January 2, 2016.

Photofunia is great for your holiday pictures. I have another example below. “The Incredible Mr. Black” is book 1 in the Blackstone Series and it’s free at all EBook sellers. Warning: the Blackstone books are for adults 18 and over.