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Dominant Desires

Novel By: Mollydx3
Erotica



Sasha was the girl who had a perfect life, until a tragedy took place and she lost her parents. But most of all, she lost her self respect. Now living in an apartment with her friend she's living the hooker way of life, selling herself on the corner of the city. One night she comes across a man and he is not what she expected. He is handsome and everything about him draws her in.
When he offers her ten thousand dollars to stay with him for three months to pose as his fiance, what will she do? And to top it all off, what will happen when he pulls her into his dark and torturous secret lifestyle of her accepting to be his Submissive while he is her Dominant? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jan 9, 2014    Reads: 2,345    Comments: 0    Likes: 6   


It isn't long before we're out of the scorching hot water and all dressed ready for the day to really begin. Even after my confrontation with Jaxon's ex Submissive, Marnie, I couldn't feel any more at ease than this. All that matters is the fact that he told me the truth about the two of them and his honesty meant everything to me. Although most of what he spoke about really tore at my heart and flooded my mind with terrible thoughts, he made it perfectly clear that he doesn't want to be with her anymore. Her part in his life is over with. Mr. Edwards only wants me and this is probably the main thing that is still holding me together at this moment. Nobody will be able to pull us apart and ruin what we have with each other and realizing this settles every worry I have.

Once I make my way back downstairs from the bathroom, I step into the living room and notice Jaxon standing by the large glass window, holding his iPhone up to his ear. He doesn't happen to be looking in my direction or even be aware of my appearance in the doorway to begin with, so I chose to not say a word. I just watch him intently wondering what I could have done to deserve such happiness. It seems like whenever I'm finally beginning to be at peace with my life, something always has to come up and end it. I really hope this one time nothing negative like that will happen, and if it was to take place, I don't know how I would be able to mentally and emotionally handle it.

I hold onto the solid frame of the doorway as Jaxon's hand leaves his hip and then runs through his tousled and damp hair, his posture suddenly becoming stiff. "Maxwell," He says, his tone thick with authority and business. "Good to hear from you as well. I'm calling to ask you for a very crucial favor. It's urgent for me to have some security at my home here in California. You're aware I have many other bodyguards, although it's you I have known for the longest amount of time, and I'd feel most comfortable to have someone around who I can trust completely." Once these words leave his mouth, my jaw drops and I stay perfectly silent, nothing but curiosity overtaking me. "Yes, and it's not for a certain amount of time being. I don't know exactly how long your stay will be, but Max, I'll make it well worth your time. Whatever price, if you'd like a raise, you name it and it's done." Security? Bodyguard? Why? "Of course. Fantastic. I'll have my jet arrive sometime tonight, so you can be here by tomorrow morning. I give you every ounce of my gratitude, Max. I'll fill you in on everything when you arrive."

And within another second, he drops his hand from his ear and hangs up.

"Who was that?" I ask, and just from my unexpected abrupt question he quickly turns around.

"Sasha," He snaps, releasing a soft chuckle under his breath as our eyes lock. "Don't do that. I had no clue that you were standing there. You nearly gave me a damn heart attack."

"Sorry." I grin, not able to find it as humorous as he does but I try. "Who were you speaking to?"

With that being said, he slides his phone back into his black dress pants pocket, not bothering to walk towards me. This kind of in a way catches me off guard but when he doesn't look away from my gaze, I begin to get nervous just from how serious he's staring at me. I fold my arms across my chest and walk over to him, taking my time, keeping my attention on his handsome yet blank face. Eventually we're both standing motionless once I'm feet away from him. Jaxon glances away, now looking out the window but as soon as I'm about to break the silence he beats me to it.

"I just got off the phone with a very good employee of mine," He confirms to me, turning his head while his deep blue eyes explore every inch of my face. Almost like he's nervous for my reaction. "Maxwell Harrington. He's worked for me for about four years now, he's been one of my top security guards, and he's going to be working for me again."

While he waits for my response, I nod once. "Oh?"

"He'll be staying here starting tomorrow night."

I frown, still not understanding the reason why. "He's going to stay here with us?"

"Yes, he is." He carefully states, sounding very stern with his answer, like it's not up for discussion and it never will be. "Where else would he stay? The whole point of having a guard here is to have someone on duty to making sure nobody will be in or around my house without my knowledge or permission. I feel like it would be best. I need to know that you're going to be safe here at all times, Sasha, and I believe that this is the right way to handle this situation."

"Why do you need security though?"

"I feel more at rest with someone else here, specifically hired to keep you safe-"

"To keep me safe from what?"

His eyes widen instantly, and he gives me an irritated look before sharply exhaling. Just from the impatient expression that has crossed his face I know that he's not pleased. "You interrupted me. You know that I don't tolerate that. I can't stand it, actually. How about a spanking to teach you another lesson, hm?" He smirks, looking playful and harmless.

But after what he's saying to me, I can't take this lightly. "Jaxon. Very funny. You worried me by the way you talked to this guy. It sounded like you think I'm in danger, personally. You didn't sound too happy or at ease," I explain to him, and in return he narrows his eyes and goes entirely on mute. Even after I wait without saying a single word, he still remains quiet. "If you think you need to have a bodyguard here, then there must be a certain reason. What's going on?"

"Nothing at all." He shakes his head, grabbing my waist and pulling me against him in one swift movement, a soft breath leaving my mouth. "I'm just trying to be entirely safe here. Can't you understand that? My job as your Dominant, and especially as someone who cares about you, is to protect you. I have to keep you from harms way and make sure you're alright. If I'm not here, I don't want to worry about your safety. You're my woman and I'll do anything it takes to make sure that you're alright. And if you happen to be alone, Maxwell being here will make me feel reassured."

Not fully satisfied with his answer, I sigh. "Are you hiding something from me?"

"No, of course I'm not. I've learned my damn lesson for Christ's sake. Don't you think?" He asks, and it's clear he's being sarcastic so I roll my eyes. "Hey! Don't roll your eyes." Jaxon nearly scolds me, tilting his head to the side and at this point glaring into my pools. "I might just have to punish you for that, and don't take this as a joke." I stay quiet, my hands pressed on his firm chest while I look deeper behind his eyes, wishing I had the power to read his mind. And from the look of fear that has taken over my facial features, his face changes from humor to seriousness. "No. You're not in danger, Sasha. But if you ever are I just want to make sure we're prepared. I was not ready for her to show up here at my front door when you were by yourself and that was irresponsible and inconsiderate of me. I don't want to make that same mistake again."

"How could've you known your ex Sub was going to randomly come here?"

"I wouldn't have." He simply responds, shrugging before bringing me closer to him. "It's better to be safe than sorry. If you don't feel comfortable with me having a guard here, I apologize but it's not going to change a thing. I'd rather you be frustrated with me than me feeling guilty if anything was to go wrong when I didn't have anything set in place. Do you understand where I'm coming from?"

I let out a small breath again, dropping my gaze down as I fix his collar, greatly admiring the way his long sleeve, button up blue shirt brings out the color of his beautiful eyes. "Fine," I whisper.

"I beg your pardon?" He breathes, and I let out a small breath.

"Yes, Sir." I quickly correct myself, moving my arms up his firm broad shoulders then gently up around his neck. "I understand your over-protectiveness. And to be honest with you, I think it's ridiculous. But I should be used to it by now. I don't understand why I'm not."

He leans forward without any notice and presses his warm lips to my the side of my jaw, and in response I inhale a sharp breath of air from not expecting it. "I don't understand why you're not used to it, either. Do you know what else I don't understand?" Jaxon questions, his breath hot against my neck as goose bumps rise on my skin, and I shiver. The way my body craves for his touch is unimaginable. "How you made me fall for you within only a weeks time. Is that even possible? How you were able to make me fall head over heels for you so quickly is beyond me."

"Well same to you, Mr. Edwards." I quietly say, and the moment he presses his moist full lips right on the delicate spot beneath my ear I release a hushed moan. Just from the loudness it's clear I wasn't able to hold it back. "I'm a prostitute. I don't ever catch feelings for any of the men-"

"No," He loudly groans, grabbing my jaw with his hand while I hold my breath. Jaxon starts to look upset with me, his Dominant side momentarily returning before he calmly parts his lips. "What did I say? You are not a prostitute any longer."

"I know," I whisper, his fingers squeezing my cheeks.

"You're better than that."

"I'm sorry."

"Those other men were not worthy enough to even have a glimpse of your delectable body. You never should have given them the time of day. You will no longer be desperate for money, because you will have one hundred grand. You won't ever sell your body or stand out on the corner again. You're not like that. You're my woman! I'm the only man you'll fuck."

And he pushes me up against the window, kissing me hard with passion for a few breathless seconds before drawing back his head, his eyes burning into mine.

"Do I make myself clear, Sasha?" He demands for an answer, grabbing my wrists and pinning my hands right above my head against the glass. "You're mine."

I nod at once and rush out, "Yes. I'm yours, Jaxon. Forever."

The rest of the day passes by faster than ever and when night arrives Jaxon and I get comfortable near the fireplace. All of the lights are off and the flames are the only source of dim light. It's such an incredible feeling to be lying down on Jaxon all cuddled together on the couch, a soft brown blanket covering us. Since his chest is bare the warmth from his body is heating up the side of my face and my palm, and I don't think I've ever felt so relaxed in my whole life. We spent a while talking to one another but it's gotten late, so now all we hear are the soft consistent sounds of our breaths. This smile just won't seem to leave my face because I'm so happy. Sasha Pierce, happy with her life? Yes, to the fullest. Entirely happy. Nothing but pure delight runs through me at this moment.

I don't ever want it to end. Jaxon continues to rub gentle patterns on my upper back, lightly caressing my skin, the sensation creating sparks throughout my body. My gaze is fixed on the dancing wild flames of the fire, the image making me feel so at ease from how peaceful and calming it is to watch. But it's not enough.

I turn my head and kiss Jaxon's chest, then again, and twice more. His hand becomes still and when I lift my chin to catch his eyes, I see so much passion held within them. My hand trails up to rest against his cheek and at the same time we lean forward, our lips pressed together, and there's so much emotion.

For two people that were completely against kissing. We can't seem to stop, let alone even control it. His tongue traces my bottom lip, begging for entrance and in return my lips part immediately to grant him access. He holds the back of my head with his large hand and tangles his fingers through my long brown hair, as he explores my mouth with hunger and pure dominance. He kisses me with urgency and lust, taking in short breaths through his nose while wrapping his arm around my back and pulling my body closer to his.

This man's touch gives me the shivers, his tongue aggressively massaging mine while I push myself up without breaking our kiss, my legs straddling his waist. I tilt my head to the side as his hand trails down from my head to the back of my neck, his fingertips pressing hard into my skin. I've never wanted to have him so badly. It's as if my life depends on it.

About a minute later he draws back his head, pulling away as we both gasp for air to enter our now almost empty lungs. As soon as my eyes flutter open I see he's staring up at me with compassion, just as out of breath as I am before he leans closer and presses his lips to mine again, shortly afterwards pulling back. "My number one rule has always been no kissing." Jaxon breathes, while I lightly trace his cheek with the tip of my thumb. "And yet I could kiss you for the rest of my life."

I grin, completely speechless. "I could kiss you forever, too."

"What have you done to me?"

My eyes gaze into his deeply, before I finally can breathe. "What have we done to each other?" I quietly correct his question, before he silences me with his plump, smooth, and intoxicating lips. Only this time we don't pull away from one another. We continue to kiss, only innocent kisses that are so small but mean the absolute world to me.

I fall asleep on Jaxon's chest, although the second I open my eyes in the morning I come to realize that we aren't in the living room where we were last night. I'm in his room and before I can assume I could be alone, I feel something easily resting over my hip. When I glance down I see his muscular arm against my waist, holding me close to him as I feel my back pressed to something firm and warm, which must be the front of his body.

Once I slightly turn my neck I'm able to see Jaxon only inches behind me, his handsome face so close to mine I'm almost able to feel the warmth of his gentle breathing. A grin overtakes my lips immediately, as I ever so gently turn my body around so I'm facing him instead, and lying down with him feels so right. It's meant to be, it just has to be.

I'm not in the room I stay in as his Submissive. Today, just like yesterday morning, I'm in his bed with him which meant he wanted us to sleep together. This realization makes me so pleased and overwhelmed with joy, knowing that he must have held me in his arms and carried me here once I had fallen asleep. This man must really love me to be breaking so many of his top rules. It's insane how intense this situation with us is right now. What will happen once the contract is over? Unexpectedly, many deep thoughts rush to my mind, and they take me by surprise.

He will never be yours. Remember that, Marnie's voice echoes in my head.

This isn't a perfect situation, we are not perfect, and finally this hits me. Today, Jaxon's security guard is going to arrive and it's going to make everything so real. This woman didn't seem like she was friendly and would take no for an answer. She was persistent and rude, but as much as a monster she seemed to be, she was so beautiful. Jaxon and her, together at one point? I cringe at the thought, and just as worry takes over my heart, his eyes flutter open and connect with mine.

Seconds later, he grins. With his arm he wraps around me tighter, yanking me as close to him as possible but these terrifying thoughts have taken over my mind.

"Good morning," He says, his sleepy voice husky. "Morning." I whisper back, holding my breath from becoming anxious so suddenly.

Instantly, his grin becomes a frown. "What's the matter?" Jaxon asks me, sounding concerned as I shrug my shoulders, staring down at his chest as I rest my hand over his heart. I concentrate on the steady beat beneath my palm, thump-thump, thump-thump. "Why aren't you smiling?"

I finally say, "Marnie said something else to me-"

Within the blink of an eye Jaxon places his hand on my chest, pushing me onto my back before rolling on top of me. He leans his right arm beside my head on the pillow, making sure to not put all of his body weight on me and with his other hand he lightly traces my lips with the very tip of his finger. I watch him intently as his gaze shifts from my eyes down to my mouth and suddenly, I feel something hard pressing between my thighs which makes me fill up with excitement.

"About what, exactly?" He cautiously mumbles, gently trailing his finger against my bottom lip.

"That you will never be mine." I release in a careful mutter, butterflies racing through my stomach like crazy, when Jaxon unexpectedly begins to rub himself against my core. Not wearing any panties was an amazing move on my part. "I think she wants to get you back, Jaxon."

"I want you, Sasha." At once he leans to the side, opens the drawer to his nightstand and then I notice the foil packet he has retrieved. His eyes meet mine and pierce right through me, those long thick dark eyelashes driving me insane, and when he tears it open with his teeth I become as wet as ever before. Jaxon hands the condom to me so I slide it on his long length, my hand massaging his pulsing shaft as a low groan escapes from his chest. Right away he rubs himself against my clit, a quiet moan leaving my trembling lips, as he circles around my slick entrance. "Only you."

"I believe you."

And in one deep smooth thrust, he enters me.

"I want to be the only man to make you happy," Jaxon sharply breathes, slowly pulling back before pushing back into me. "To make you smile." With long, fast movements he fills me, and I whimper in amazement. "To make you come from the pleasure that only I give to your body," He grunts, continuously pumping as my inner walls grip and massage his shaft. "I don't want any other female. I just want you, and I am yours." Jaxon stills, my stomach tightening while he lustfully gazes down into my eyes filled with need. "Just like you're mine."

Without any warning, I'm consumed with Jaxon's possession once again and he's giving me so much pleasure it's almost too much to handle. Especially for this early in the morning.

"You're so beautiful," He murmurs, a slight grin playing at his lips before he kisses me. "How are you mine?"

"Well," I mutter against his mouth. "You didn't really give me much of a choice."

He enters me with urgency, a gasp coming from me as he passionately stares into my eyes. "That hurt me deeply, Sasha."

"I love you."

Once these three words are said it's as if something inside of him switches. "Say that again," He barely lets out.

"I love you."

He slowly thrusts forward, deeper. "Again."

"Jaxon," I hold the back of his head and smile. "I love you."

"Fuck. I love hearing you say it. You have no clue."

Jaxon continues to make love to me, rocking us back and forth on the bed from his slow and gentle thrusting. Him being inside of me has never felt better. I'm the only woman that's able to have him like this, vulnerable and willing to have vanilla sex. For everyone he's been with it's been about kinkiness except for me. He makes love to me, we don't just fuck. And knowing this means the absolute world to me.

"Do you love me, Jax?"

"With every ounce of my soul," He says, pushing himself into me further as I softly moan. "More than you know."

"Really?"

His eyes emotionally gaze into my eyes. "Yes," Jaxon cautiously answers, leaning onto his arm beside my head and taking my wrist. He places my palm on the right side of his chest and quietly exhales. "With all of my heart. It's yours, Sasha Pierce. My fucked up heart is yours. You can have it."

"You're not fucked up," I softly say, his skin feeling as if it's on fire. "Not anymore. And neither am I."

"I love you." He withdraws before slamming into me, a loud moan released from me in response. "I'm going to show you how much I love you. How much I love the fact that I'm the only man you're with. How much I love the fact that your cunt feels so damn incredible. You're addicting, Sasha. I'm addicted to you and I really need to have my fix."

"Okay," I whisper.

Before I know it he's pounding into me, his Dominant side fully appearing while I cry out to him stunned with the wave of pleasure he's unleashing to my body. Harder, faster, deeper, over and over. This process repeats and I'm in so much awe I can barely find it in me to allow in one simple breath.

His movements are out of control as I wrap my legs around his waist, letting him deeper, further, with so much more access. My fingers and nails are now digging into the skin on his shoulders without my permission just from how overwhelmed I am with this sensational earth shattering feeling.

My climax is already building up within. Suddenly before I know it he's grabbing my hands and pinning them on the pillow above my head, grasping both of my wrists with just one hand. His long forceful thrusts seem to go on for eternity while I cry out to him in desperation.

"Ugh, oh!" My moans are repetitive, each one louder than the last. "Yes, yes, yes. Jaxon, oh, yes."

"I love being inside of you," He lets out in a groan.

My orgasm is racing closer and closer, I've never been so close to the edge, and my first morning sex couldn't be any better. His fingers tighten around my wrists while his eyes remain locked right on mine in the most intense and passionate stare. The way he's gazing down at me like I'm his world spins the room around in circles.

I'm so lightheaded from the pleasure that's coursing through me and I can hardly breathe. Jaxon's mouth tightly clenches shut and the muscles in his jaw begin to twitch, and just from the way his eyebrows narrow it's clear he's getting closer to finding his release too. Already. He pushes into my wetness continuously each time even further than the last and our bodies rock back and forth in the process. Finally his death grip leaves my wrists as he places his hands on both sides beside my head, the muscles in his strong arms flexing beneath my gentle touch.

I move my fingers all the way to rest on his firm butt, pulling him down quicker which each thrust, skin smacking against skin. I can't tolerate the amount of intensity. It feels so amazing that it has literally began to hurt. It's too much to take it all at once.

"I can't," I whimper. "It's- It's too much!"

Until suddenly, his fast pace becomes slow and his hard movements are now gentle. He has instantly listened to what I've just said, giving me say. My fingers trail up the firm muscles in his back as he leans down and kisses my forehead, my cheeks, my jawline, all the way down my neck.

"Alright, baby." He breathes, kissing my throat. "I'll go easy on you. You're the boss."

"Too much. It's too good." I say, holding his neck. "It feels so good that it hurts."

"What can I say? You bring out the beast in me," He sharply groans, so seductively. "Morning, day, or night. It doesn't matter." Once his full moist lips reach my collarbone is when I'm right there, my climax coming at me at full speed and it's definite that it's going to be to the extreme. "I can't last any longer."

Deeper, harder, faster. Then he stills and takes his sweet time with me, torturing my body from the way the pleasure increases. Jaxon slowly moves and lets out a deep breath each time, my eyes rolling into my back of my head, and my toes curling.

"I, I need to-" I carefully mutter, biting my lip as my heart wildly pounds. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

"You need to what, baby? Tell me."

He becomes entirely motionless, my eyes opening and locking with his before he slams back and gets a long and desperate cry to leave my trembling lips. "Oh, Jax. My orgasm-"

"Ask for my permission." He softly mumbles, pressing his warm palm against my jaw and running his thumb over my smooth cheek. "Now," He loudly hisses with a long deep thrust.

"Please!" I cry out to him, my nails digging into his upper back. "Oh, please. Can I have it?"

"Most certainly. Let go," His voice is a husky command as I softly whimper and the pleasure bursts through every nerve of my body, having me convulse beneath him. "Come for me."

Right on cue, I give in to the life shattering orgasm and as soon as it hits me I begin to spiral endlessly, falling apart beneath his God-like body. My scream comes out very quickly and doesn't stay long but it's so loud, my nails digging into him as I scratch all the way down his back. I've gone entirely silent at this point this climax completely taking over every ounce of my mind and soul. With a deep groan he finds his release right along with me, cursing under a quiet grunt, before resting his forehead in the crook of my neck.

"Yes," He breathes. "Sasha."

And after one final thrust, his pulsing shaft as deep as he can possibly go, Jaxon loses his strength and collapses on top of me. A moment later we're both inhaling as much oxygen as we possibly can and I'm in awe from what this man has just done to me. I wrap my arms around his back and hold him tightly as he lightly kisses my neck.

Jaxon Edwards is far too much for one woman to handle.

"Sasha Pierce," He whispers. "I can't get enough of you."

A satisfied grin crosses my lips as I rest my palms on his neck, lifting his head as our eyes lock. When I'm finally able to catch my breath, I smile and bite my lip. "Let's do it again."

About an hour later after we're showered and dressed, we make the most delicious breakfast I have ever tasted before. I've never eaten so much in my life and the coffee tastes amazing. Jaxon reminds me afterwards that we're going to be going to his parent's house a little later for dinner and I'm finally going to be able to meet his entire family.

We're eventually going to be attending his sister Debby's wedding together and I'm finally going to meet her for the first time. Since Jaxon and I have gotten so close I know it's going to be a really great time and unlike the two other occasions we went there together, this time it's different. We know for a fact that we will be able to pull it off perfectly now because even though we're not engaged, we can make it much more realistic.

We can kiss and look like a legitimate couple. But the sad thing is, what are we? I know now is probably not the best time to talk about what our relationship is at this moment, but it has to be asked at some point. I don't want to get my hopes up and bond with his family, then for it to come to an end. Then I'll be let down again, but I can't think this way.

Unexpectedly, the doorbell rings. Finally Maxwell, Jaxon's security guard, has arrived.

"Wonderful!" He playfully exclaims, getting me to giggle from his wide smile. "Now I can fully relax. It will take some of the pressure off of me knowing that you're protected. He's a good man, Sasha. If I didn't trust him then he wouldn't be here. You know that."

"Yes, although I still don't see the point of having a bodyguard here." I softly say, holding his hand as we walk through the living room and towards the front door.

"You don't need to see the point." He sternly lets out. "My house, my rules. Understood?"

I nod my head, ready to meet the guy who works for him, as Jaxon casually opens the front door. And immediately when my gaze sets on the person standing before us, my whole world turns on its axis and my heart nearly stops at the unexpected sight. Standing outside on the porch only feet away is not Maxwell Harrington and this I am sure of. Before I can even make sense of it, I'm yanked behind Jaxon and he's standing in front of me like he's my shield.

This action only causes pure fear to burst through me because it's almost as if he's just as scared as I am. Finally after I get myself together within a few terrifying seconds, it registers in my head who happens to be only feet away.





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