Her Desire His Control

Her Desire His Control Her Desire His Control

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

Summary

Saffron wants to find someone who can take control. Is Trey the right man for the job? Will it last or be just a distant fantasy/memory from the past?

Summary

Saffron wants to find someone who can take control. Is Trey the right man for the job? Will it last or be just a distant fantasy/memory from the past?

Chapter1 (v.1) - Far from Over

Author Chapter Note

So, this is my first attempt at a book. Please be kind, but let me know what you think.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: August 04, 2016

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: August 04, 2016

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The door slammed shut when Trey kicked it behind him. His lips never releasing Saffron's. He shoved her against the wall, kissing her hard and rough. He yanked at her jeans, pulling down, the button popping free. She gasped. "Step out and face the wall." Trey's voice was full of authority. 

She did as she was told and spread her legs, arching into him. He teased her with his hot breath and by tracing his tongue along her ear. Saffron craved this moment. She loved that he was taking control and telling her what to do. She was always the one in control, outside of the bedroom. Always the one there to fix the problem. In the bedroom, with her partners, it was together, soft, and sweet. A mutual movement of bodies that, yes, was satisfying, to an extent. She always wanted to step away from that. To not have to know what came next. She didn't want to think. She wanted to feel, only feel. To be told what to do, no thinking required, just submitting to his every desire.   

"Please, Trey." 

His fingers trailed along her body heading south. "Holy hell," he whispered into her ear as his fingers worked their way into her folds. "Damn, your so fucking wet, baby." He ripped her silk panties off. Damn, those were her favorite. She hissed at his movement. He let out a primal growl and pressed his lips to her neck, licking and nipping at her jugular. His tongue was moving to the beat of her pulse. His fingers following in time. She needed more from him and was afraid he wasn't going to give it to her. She had to take control, unfortunately.  

"No mor-"  

"Shut your mouth. I didn't tell you to speak. Now, flatten your hands against the wall." He thrust his fingers in deeper and harder, making her scream. It wasn't out of pain. Well, yes, there was pain, but the pleasure was pushing through like a freight train at full speed. She couldn't believe this. This man, this stranger, knew what to give her. She was not in control. 

Her hips were bucking wildly against his fingers as he drove her over her edge. Her slick arousal coated his fingers. She has never been so turned on, so wet, so full of... "Oh, Trey... oh g..g.." He dragged his pussy coated fingers to the small, firm knot of her clit. He pressed and flicked in short waves and she couldn't hold back. She came. Screaming his name, she came and hard. She grabbed ahold of his hand that was pleasuring her and held him closer. She rode him with all the raw lust she felt pounding in her. He bit her neck and sucked on her hard. It hurt, but she didn't stop him. The harder he sucked, the harder she rode his hand, his fingers. Nothing made sense when a second, more brutal orgasm took her. Her knees buckled and he wrapped his other hand around her, holding her up and against his hard on pressing the front of jeans. 

Not letting her calm down, he ordered her to turn around. Her legs were weak and refused to move even though she tried. And she did try. She wanted more of this man, wanted him buried deep inside her. To use her for his pleasure. 

"No more playing, sweetheart. That's one and two. Turn around and pull me out of my jeans, baby." She was shaky and almost lost her balance, but then hot hands gripped her bare hips and spun her around. Dizzy. Overwhelmed. Fucking hot and bothered. She wanted him like no one before. This man was just what she has been searching for.  

"God, Trey!" 

"Put your arms around my neck and hold on." He demanded. She complied. He grabbed her from behind her thighs and lifted her, pinning her hard against the wall with his weight. The head of his cock breached her slick folds. He tilted her hip slightly, so she could take him in fully. She whimpered and moaned. "More." Damn, she wanted more. 

"Brace yourself." Forcing her down and with one hard thrust up, he was in to the hilt. Hitting her inner walls, she screamed, loud. He impaled her, stretching her to fit around his cock. He was big. The pain and pleasure was surging through her, such ecstasy. Aching heat was burning her pelvis.  She pulled his head towards hers and whispered in his ear. "Harder. I need you harder."  

His fingers dug into her hips. That was going to bruise. She didn't care, though. This is what she wants, needs. Every thrust became harder. The freight train was pistoning in and out of her. The strength in his hands, to draw her off his cock and drive her back down harder, was impressive. She was close and he could feel it, she knew he could. His one hand released her while his other gripped her hips harder. His free hand slipped to where they were joined and flicked at her clit. This surprised her for some reason and she jerked back. He pushed her harder to the wall to keep her from moving and began to thrum rapidly on her clit. She threw her head back, hitting the wall, when her orgasm started.  

Unintelligible sounds rose from her throat and the sensation from her orgasm overrode any common sense she had left. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, like praying to God for salvation. "Oh God! Fucking God! Fuuuck! God! Damn you Gaaawd!" 

Trey's entire body tensed and he groaned loudly. His thrusts became erratic. He was losing his control while she gave him all of hers. He sank his teeth between her shoulder and neck and she could feel him pulsing inside her. His orgasm was rolling through him, more animalistic and dominant than she has ever felt before. She is doing this to him and him to her. This is what it feels like to give someone else her control and she loves it. 

Both were breathing heavy and slowly coming down. He pulls her up and off of his now soft cock and she slides down the wall, her feet hitting the floor. He leans into her and they just stare. No words spoken, no sighs, just the look. And then, he kissed her hard. It was a short kiss, but enough to get her juices flowing again. She thought they were done. That this was over, so she bent down to get her jeans. 

He steps away and puts his hands on his hips. Saffron glances up from sliding one leg in her jeans and realizes he still has his on. All that passion and lust and raw, whatever that was, it was done with a lot of clothes still on. Sex was always done naked, but with the sheets wrapped around bodies in the comfort of a bed. This was mean and hard and up against a wall.  

"What do you think you're doing, Saffron? I didn't tell you to get dressed. Drop the jeans because this... this is far from over." Shit, his words are so forceful and demanding, it's almost enough to send her over the edge again. Her pussy was dripping for more. She removes her leg from her jeans and waits for his command. And so they continue. 

Saffron tried to roll over on her bed, but was met with a warm, hard body instead. She gripped the sheets tight and pulled them over her chest. She was going to panic and then remembered last night. Last night being the best night of her life. A night in a hotel with a man she only knew his first name. She smiled with this memory. She reached for her phone on the bedside table and cursed when she saw the time. She wasn't really supposed to sleep here. She had to get home, back to her real life. Not this fantasy. 

"What time is it?" A deep voice resonated over her thoughts. 

"Late. Early. It's still the middle of the night, but I do have to go," she tells him. She slowly sat up and let the sheets drop. "Thank you," she smiles at him. She gets out of the bed and gathers her things. She heads for the bathroom to get dressed. 

Saffron exited the bathroom fully clothed except for one essential piece of clothing. She held out her panties. "These were my favorite. Now that they are ruined, they're yours. A souvenir." Trey leans forward and grips her wrist, pulling her down to him. He kisses her. He snatches her panties. He kisses her again. 

"Number. Like I said, this is far from over." He paused, as if to gage her reaction, but she gave none. She was excited, but didn't want him to see it. She had to control herself. "Here, put it in my phone and then mine in yours. So when I call, you come." She was actually taken back by this. It was supposed to be one night. Yes, she wanted more, but her life wouldn't allow it. She couldn't. 

"Okay, here." What was she doing? She can't go through with this commitment of another time. "Goodnight. Goodmorning. Goodbye. Or whatever it is. Later." She walked out of his hotel room and into the elevator. As the elevator doors shut, she blew out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Oh shit! What am I doing?"


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