Free Jack Stone - Deadly Revenge by Vivien Sparx

suddenly softer. He buckled the collar around her neck and then looped his finger through the silver leash ring and pulled her closer to him until their lips were just inches apart. She gasped, and it was a breathless, tremulous little sound.
    Her face was tilted up to him, her eyes enormous and glittering, like deep pools of crystal water, shaded by depths of longing and excitement and uncertainty and something close to panic.
    “What happens next,” Stone said softly “is not about love, Celia. It’s not about desire or even passion or lust. What happens next is about power. It’s about you surrendering to me, and me taking ownership of you.”
    And then he kissed her.
    He took her mouth without hesitation – as if it was his. As if she was his. As if possessing her was his right.
    The shocking intensity of his mouth on hers was an assault on all her senses. Celia felt her lips parting, and her body leaning in towards him. She felt his tongue flickering and exploring, stroking hers in a slow, deliberate way that seized her breath. She felt the crush of his mouth against hers. His free hand fisted into her hair and she whimpered as every inch of her body caught fire.
    And still he kissed her, becoming an overpowering force that she hungered for. She felt her body arching, bending backwards by the relentless arrogant certainty of the kiss that she wished would never end. She felt her nipples brushing against the hard muscles of his chest and the press of his lower body against the heat that was simmering between her parted thighs. She threw her arm around his neck to hold herself to him, but suddenly Stone flinched. He broke the kiss, his eyes piercing her like daggers.
    “Put your arms by your side,” he growled. She obeyed instantly, strangely sick with fear that she had upset him. Suddenly crazily concerned that he was displeased with her, and the guilt that this man could have taken such a hold on her emotions with just a kiss maddened and outraged her.
    She lowered her arms as he ordered, dizzy with sudden conflict and turmoil.
    “Now get on your knees.”
    She fell to the floor. Stone put his hands on his hips. “Use your hands,” he said. “Feel me.”
    Celia reached up and slid her hands across the front of Stone’s jeans. He was hard – a long thick bulge beneath the stretched denim of his jeans. She traced the length of him, feeling the swell of his erection, sliding and pressing and feeling him pulse and come alive beneath the sensations of her touch.
    A wicked, indecent urge welled up within Celia with red-hot ferocity. She felt weak and dizzy with the force of her sudden need and she drew an uneven shudder of breath.
    Celia’s heart was a frantic pounding beat against her chest. She bit her lip. Her hands had a will of their own, and suddenly they began to reach for the brass button and zipper. She wanted to hold him. More than anything else, she wanted to feel the heat of his hardness and take it deep within her mouth. The urge was instinctive and compelling – a desire that she had no will to resist.
    Stone trapped her hands.
    “No,” he said.
    Rejection again? Was she doing it wrong? Was she not pleasing him? The turmoil of questions was dragged down into the whirlpool of her emotions.
    “What did I do wrong?” she sat back on her haunches and asked Stone softly.
    “You’re thinking. You’re feeling,” Stone said. “Don’t. Just obey. Just react and respond to my voice. You are a body and your only task is to please and obey me.”
    He pulled her to her feet, and wrapped his arm tight around her narrow waist. He lifted her up onto her tip-toes and kissed her again. Took her mouth and dominated her with the strength and force of his will. Celia went limp in his arms, and as the turmoil melted away, so her sense of physical arousal seemed to magnify and multiply a thousand times.
    She had never felt so alive or so sexual. She had never experienced the sweet pain of hungry need so