Free Code Of Command (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novella Trilogy, Book 1) by S. Brandon King

already in our emails and our phone conversations. This part should come easily. We already know one another quite well.”
    “I’m confused,” I said, crossing my legs. “Usually, I’m so full of words and, for the first time, I don’t know what words to say.”
    He cocked his head to the side, his lips lifting into a seductive grin. “Yes, you are usually full of words, quite nice ones. That’s why you stay on my mind.”
    I nodded, lowering my gaze, letting it run along the length of his long legs. On the floor, he tapped his foot slowly, rhythmically, the sole of his black, polished shoes making a ‘tippity tap’ against the hardwood floor.
    “I don’t expect that to change, Alexandra, simply because we’ve met. Your mind is simply too astounding,” he informed me, leaning forward and placing his elbows on his thighs. He looked back at me, his eyes simmering with a fire I couldn’t ignore.
    “Thank you, Tobias,” I said, feeling weak, leaning back in my seat, as my leg jutting forward. The top of my heel brushed against his leg. He glanced down, taking in the sight of our bodies touching. Unable to pull my foot away, I allowed it to rest, lightly, against his leg. His eyes shut briefly, as he inhaled deeply. Opening his eyes, he looked up, his lips parting to speak.
    “Come,” he said, standing quickly. Offering his hand, he placed it in front of me. Taking it, I stood with his assistance. He clasped his big, strong hand around mine and began to walk down the long hallway. I followed him mindlessly, eager to see where we would end up. Twisting and turning down Subspace’s dark hallway, he stopped at a small private room. Isaddened as he released my hand, shrugging off his designer, black, and leather jacket and draping it across his arm. I bit my bottom lip at the sight of his tall, strong arms and lean chest. His muscular chest peeked from the tight, black, v-neck t-shirt he wore. On top, a tailored, designer, leather vest gave him a perfect, polished look. The muscles in his smooth, muscular biceps twisted and contorted as he, again, extended his arm and led me inside.
    There, inside, a long-haired, blonde lay face-down on a platform bed, her ankles locked within a spreader bar, legs spread, carefully, wide, and the curve of her luscious, round cheeks pointing toward the ceiling. Tobias nodded knowingly toward a tall, bulking, chocolate-skinned male in the corner, who lifted the corners of his mouth in a smile and walked, slowly, toward the blonde. Placing his large hands on each of her cheeks, he spread her, careful to keep her in a safe, but available, position.
    I watched as he lowered the tight, black, latex shorts he wore over his bulging calf muscles, releasing his long, thick cock. It rose and lifted slowly as he stepped closer to his cuffed conquest. She moaned as the tip of his shaft met her skin. He was big, pushing against her delicate skin as she parted for him. He entered her and, tugging on her hair roughly, he pushed his length into her. I watched as his chocolaty shaft eased into her soft and wet milky center. Slowly, he thrust in and out, moaning softly and commanding her to, obediently, part and accept more of him.
    Tobias stepped back and to the right, standing just behind me. I could feel his warm breath on my earlobe. Taking my hand, he rubbed his thumb against the back of my palm.
    “Does this scare you, Alexandra?” he asked, softly, in my ear.
    Struggling to speak, I eeked out a soft “No.”
    “Do you want this, Alexandra?” His free arm circled my waist, his arm sliding to my stomach and cradling me comfortably. I felt his strength against my back. Warm and inviting, I melted into him.
    “No, Tobias,” I whispered, watching as the lovers united passionately before me. His slave, locked and cuffed in his dominant embrace, he began to take her, hard and deep. Her soft whimpers became louder moans. A wetness consumed me.
    “Do you want this with me, Alexandra?” Tobias