An “Edge” short story
Connected to In the Arms of the Law Series
Contemporary Erotic Romance/Light BDSM
**An aRe Bestseller!**
On leave of absence from the police force, and desperate to resolve the intense anger inside him, Ethan James escapes to the Shenandoah Mountains...alone.
During one of the worst storms to hit the area in years, he's surprised when he opens the door to find Shanay Gold, an old friend and sometime submissive lover, dripping wet and looking sexy as hell. So sexy, he has to keep reminding himself he's kept her at arms-length because of the future she wants. A future he can't give her.
When lightning sparks an old flame, desires blaze to life, and Shanay and Ethan are left with little choice but to roll with passion's Wild Thunder.
Easing from his lap, she crawled toward the ottoman in front of the fireplace and draped herself over it. Ass in the air, she eyeballed him over her shoulder, and waited. It wouldn’t be for long.
Ethan stood and approached her, gaze smoldering. Oh yes, just what she liked. That predatory look in his eyes. The hunter seeking his prey. And she was all his.
He dropped his pants to the floor, kicking them aside.
“Raise your ass higher.”
She didn’t hesitate. She understood his preference for being the Dominant. “Yes, sir,” Shifting, she pulled her hips higher on the ottoman. Her fingers curved around the arms of the chair in front of it. She knew exactly what he liked. Juices flooded her pussy. She’d give him whatever he wanted.
“I don’t have condoms here.”
Her head lifted toward him. “I’m still on the pill.”
He knelt behind her, caressed her ass cheeks. She smiled at him before facing forward again, lifting her butt higher, legs spread, open for him. She imagined his pleasure at the sight, her juices glistening, showing her desire for him.
She shrieked when a hand came down on her cheek. Her nipples grazed against the fabric of the ottoman sending sparks of electricity along her skin. She lifted her ass further. He slapped her again. Once. Twice. A third time. A harsh cry escaped her.
Lightning flashed, illuminating the cabin. His palm skimmed her pussy, making the skin burn. Her heart beat in rhythm with the thunder claps from the storm raging outside. He stirred a whirlwind of emotions. Ups and downs, shivers and passion, a never ending gale-force wind circled.
He sank rough, calloused fingers inside her and grazed her sweet spot. She rocked back against them, grinding, demanding more.
“You love these inside you, don’t you, baby? Three of them stretching you, hitting that wild spot I love so much.”
“Yes. God, yes.”
He slapped her on the ass. “Yes, what?”
Smiling inside, knowing the game, she liked when he reminded her of her place. She jerked, reminded of her place in their games. “Yes, sir. Yes, I love it.”
“Good girl.” They moved in and out of her, powerful and relentless. She rocked her hips, and they went deeper. She gasped. The need to come rushed against her fast and hard.
But he withdrew and chuckled, enraging her. She pushed back toward him, desperate for his touch.
“Damn you,” she growled. He always tied her up in knots playing with her like this.
He gave her ass a swat. “Settle down.”
Surprising her, he clasped her waist. His cock nudged against her swollen pussy and slid inside. Her walls twitched and tightened around him. They both grunted when his dick hit home.
She curled her arms under her. Her body moved in time to his thrusts, ass smacking against his stomach, his balls slapping against her folds.
“Fucking Christ! You make me crazy,” he snapped.
His hand slid into the hair against her neck. Fisting the dark tresses, he pulled her head back and hammered against her. Over and over, unrelenting. Ruthless.
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