Free dakota_trace_his_christmas_gift_myrnas by dakota trace

along with his controlling hold on her hand had her
body awakening in a way she’d sworn it never would again. His hands held her
completely as he took what he wanted from her mouth. Under the bulk of her
sweater and coat, her breasts swelled and ached for the special touch of his
hands. Her thighs trembled as her folds grew damp against the restraining cloth
of her panties and jeans. She longed to feel his thick fingers find and tease
her aching female flesh – to dip inside of her wetness before smearing it over
her aching clit.
    It had been so long since anyone other than herself
had touched her body. Not to say she’d been a saint. She hadn’t, but a few one
night stands and one very brief affair with a vanilla man a few years younger
than her, had left her feeling very dissatisfied. So she’d gone out and bought
a vibrator and a silver bullet, deciding that intimacy with a man wasn’t worth
the hassle. She’d gotten more satisfaction from her own stimulating
administrations than she had with any man since Grant. But now – in an instant
-- everything had changed.
    Her breath came out in a raspy plea when Amery
finally lifted his head. His grey eyes were dark with desire while the swollen
fullness of his mouth had her wanting to kiss him again. When she leaned
forward, his hand tightened in her hair. Even with a protest on her tip of her
tongue, she froze. Her heart was racing at the possessive look on his face.
    “You’re going to be mine.”
    She stiffened. “You promised.” Her whisper was full
of anger. “You told me that you wouldn’t take what I told you the other night
as an overture towards…”
    “Stop!” His fingers rubbed over her scalp before he
released her. She stared up at him when he jerked her door open. “I promised I
would do nothing Saturday night. This is Monday. You were warned that the kid
gloves were coming off.” His voice hardened. “After spending the last two
nights fighting with the deep desire to tie your arse to my bed until you give
in, my patience and your time has run out.” Lifting her out of the car, he
pressed her body against the hard length of him. “I’m tired of you hiding
behind your fear, so if you won’t face it by yourself, then today we’ll face it
together.”
    Held tightly against his torso, she could feel every
bit of his need and determination. The sheer domination in his voice along with
the erection pressed against her stomach had her wanting to sink down to her
knees in front of him, take his cock out of his pants, and suck him until he
came down her throat. The overwhelming force of her desire to give her
submission to him shocked her.
    When his low groan reached her ears and his hands
tightened on her, she realized he’d read her mind and her need easily.
    “You’re not ready for that, Myrna, and so help me
God, if you kneel in front of me, I’ll have you right here and now – and to
hell with my good intentions and your sensibilities.”
    “I…” She was at a loss for words. Despite her fear of
submitting to him, she still found she had an overwhelming need to please
Amery. But how can I please him without giving him my total submission?
    Even as she was pondering the idea, she realized he
was leading her to his idling car.
    “Where are we going?”
    He gave her a sharp look. “To the club. I’m going to
get past this fear of yours one way or the other.”
    Dread filled her even as her desire to please him
grew. It’d once been her dream to have him take her to the club. Thirty-five
years ago, she wanted to prove to everyone, including Grant, she could not only
please Amery, but keep his attention afterwards. But the situation was much
different now - even as she wanted to make Amery happy, she knew once she had
satisfied him, he’d leave her just as he had numerous subs before her. As he
started the car, she stared out the window in despair, knowing there was no
reasoning with him.
    * * * *
    Pulling into the snow covered lot