Alison's Awakening (Reluctant Substitute Sequel)

Title : Alison's Awakening

Reluctant Substitute Sequel

Release date : Available now (purchase link under "BOOKS" heading)

EXCERPT ...

The intense blaze of hunger I saw in his green depths, had my stomach flipping…but I didn’t know if it was doing it because of excitement, or fear. Maybe both, I conceded to myself, while I swallowed, trying to ease my abruptly dry throat.

Once again, I was gathered in Dominic’s embrace, being squashed in his strong arms, and kissed with an abundance of French passion on each cheek in turn.

“Ease up, Dom---that’s the last time you’ll be permitted to do that.” Oh, thank God. Dominic laughed jovially.

“That’s exactly why I did it, Jax.” Dominic turned to me, and winked devilishly. “Enjoy your night, my dear.” My night?---Oh, shit---my night!

My eyes flicked back, and forth, between Dominic, and Jaxon, comprehension flooding through my brain, leaving me utterly speechless. Oh, my God! My heart began thumping hard inside my ribs, the deafening sound of my own heated blood rushing through my veins, magnified inside my ears.

Jaxon’s arm returned around my waist, his hand clasping tightly around my hip, before he urged me toward the door of the restaurant, while I struggled to breathe.

After exiting Blackbird, I inhaled a few long, deep breaths, while we walked lazily back to the car. Jaxon deactivated the alarm, and door locks, before he opened my door. When I was settled, he pushed it shut, and jogged around the front of the car to seat himself behind the wheel, pulling his door shut with a loud thud, before he inserted the key into the ignition.

His hand disappeared inside his coat pocket, and my knees suddenly banged together, and I gasped in a startled breath, when the vibrator sprung to life inside me.

Oh, fuck. Why the fuck does it feel so good? It didn’t feel like this when he turned it on at Lexi’s. My brows drew together, while I wriggled on the seat, trying to stem the delightfully arousing tingles pulsating in regular waves through my womb, making my inner channel ripple in an identical rhythm. Jaxon chuckled as he started the car, and I turned my head with a frown on my face.

“It is perhaps sitting slightly---lower---than when you first inserted it,” he grinned lasciviously with a raised brow, before he flicked on his indicator, and turned away from me to check for any traffic. He swiftly pulled out of the parking bay when the coast was clear.

Grasping one hand around the armrest on the door, and the other gripping around the edge of the seat, I tried to suspend my ass off the seat, thinking that will somehow lessen the intensity of the stimulating pulse.

But, it didn’t work. Nothing I did, worked. No amount of wriggling, or re-arranging of my posture, did anything to dull the ache that was beginning to grow, and I was afraid if I wriggled any more than I already was, I’ll inundate the car seat with a torrent of my juices, like Niagara Falls. My skin started to feel hot, the back of my neck a little clammy.

“Don’t cum,” Jaxon growled, and my eyes widened, while I looked at him in rising panic.

Don’t cum? Don’t fucking cum? How in the hell am I supposed to stop it? I knew I was fast approaching the point of no return…that one threshold where it didn’t matter what I did, there was going to be no stopping the ecstasy from cresting the wave, from drowning me in an overwhelming tsunami of pleasure, poised, and waiting, to consume me. Oh, for the love of God…please…turn it off, I silently pleaded.

As if on cue, Jaxon’s hand disappeared inside his pocket, and I gleefully awaited the halt of the pulsations. But I jumped in my seat when all that happened, was a change in the rhythm.

Instead of a regular, medium pulsation, I was now experiencing one that started mildly, but only increased in intensity to an almost unbearable level, before it stopped…only to start up, once again.

It didn’t even register inside my brain that we weren’t headed back to Lexi’s, until Jaxon pulled up along curbside parking in Kings Park, and switched the engine off. I was panting almost as fast as a thirsty dog when the maddening pulses ceased altogether, and I slumped with relief in my seat, while I tried to regain control of my erratic breathing.

I was as nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof, and recommenced rapidly chewing on the inside of my bottom lip. Jaxon unclipped his seatbelt, and opened his door at the same time. Oh shit…oh shit… My heart was thumping wildly when he reached my door, and opened it.

“Out you hop,” he directed. When I got out of the car, I looked worriedly up, and down, the road. He parked on the side of the road on the main entrance into the park…just a little further down from where he parked the day he handed me the photo of me kneeling at his feet.

Are we going for another walk? When I saw the heated glimmer in his eyes, I highly doubted we were going for a walk, and I swallowed apprehensively. What the hell can he do to me while we’re on the main road? We’re in full view of anyone driving in.

He shut the door, and I followed him when he set off, my brows drawing together. He didn’t lock the car, so we can’t be going far. I stopped abruptly behind him when he halted at the front of the car, almost crashing into his back.

“I want your ass on the bonnet, stretch your arms behind you, and your palms flat, fingers pointing to the windscreen.” My eyes widened. Huh? I turned slightly, ready to lean against the bonnet, but Jaxon stopped me.

“Lift the tulle…bare ass…on the bonnet,” he clarified, and my brows rose in surprise. I reached behind me, grabbing the tulle skirt in both hands, cautiously glancing up, and down, the street, before I planted my bare ass down on the bonnet, and let the tulle skirt fall down, covering my naked behind.

Goosebumps rose across my skin when the warmth of the bonnet seeped in through my rounded globes. Oh, God, that’s so nice, and warm. I turned my arms, and placed them behind me, flattening my palms over the warm metal.

Jaxon stepped up, planting one foot between both of my legs, with the other bracketing the outside of my right leg, as he placed his hands down on top of the bonnet at either side of my thighs, the thumbs on both his hands resting firmly against my tulle-covered flesh. There may as well be nothing there…even that slight touch from him seared my skin, like a dancing flame from a candle was being held to me.

All sorts of scenarios began to roll through my head, and my heart started hammering inside my chest. Excitement, fear, anticipation…but above all else…desire, curled up inside my clenching stomach, like the tentacles of an octopus tapping into untouched wells of hungry lust I didn’t even know were there.

“From the moment I stepped into the elevator that morning, one way, or another, you were always going to be mine,” he growled gruffly, with his lips poised so close to mine, all I needed to do was pucker, and I’ll feel them on me.

He lifted his right hand, and I gasped in a startled breath when he gripped a handful of hair at the back of my head, and yanked, tilting my head back, right before his lips crashed against mine, capturing me in a devastating lip lock like I’ve never experienced before in my entire life.

Passionate---demanding---forceful---strongly claiming my mouth, my tongue, my very breath, in that one moment in time. It was nothing like the first gentle, and seductive kiss we shared in the studio that led to my shamefully unexpected orgasm…this was much more intense; fiercely hungry, ordered, controlled. I melted into his kiss, tasting his essence, inhaling his scent, feeling utterly consumed by his powerful presence looming over me.

My channel began rippling, and I felt my plump outer lips swelling with need, my tingling clit engorging in a silent request, begging for some of his attention. But the only parts of him that were touching me, were his lips, his tongue, and the side of one thumb, while his grip tightened savagely in my hair. My body began arching toward him, desperately seeking his touch.

I moaned with longing in his mouth when I felt his knee nudge the inside of one leg, urging it to widen, then again when his knee pushed against my other leg, broadening my stance, until my feet were shoulder-width apart.

The cool air whispering over my soaked slit did nothing to alleviate the raging flames of need racing through my veins. It added fuel to the already out of control fire.

My folds were saturated, evidence of my wanton craving dripping down on the curve of my ass pressed against the metal of the bonnet.

A passionate, guttural moan tried to leave the back of my throat when I felt his thick, strong finger slide across my slippery curve, surrendering myself completely to his mercy when I felt it travel up through my drenched opening; a slow, maddening meander up through my burgeoning lips, until his firm fingertip slid smoothly over the top of my engorged clit in a harsh flick.

My body jolted at the explosion of desire that radiated in a sudden heated shockwave through my pussy, the intensity of pleasure leaving me seeing a million stars behind my closed lids, while he swallowed another of my throaty moans trying to escape.

My heart was hammering painfully beneath my ribs, while I struggled to breathe, unable to maintain any semblance of control over the short, shallow gasps that were coming in thick, and fast. When Jaxon’s lips released their commanding hold on my mouth, my moans were finally set free, able to escape into the silence of the inky night.

His hand tugged harder on the fistful of hair in his grip, exposing the protruding curve of my throat to the stimulating assault of his teeth sharply marking along the front of my taut skin, the heat of his mouth leaving a fiery trail of slippery wetness.

Without any warning, two thick fingers slid down through my folds, and impaled me in one swift movement. Oh…fuck… My mouth opened, forming an almost perfect O as my breath left my lungs, my throat paralytic, and unable to release any sort of sound caught within its depths.

“Mmmm…my tight little cunt is so wet, and ready, for me,” Jaxon whispered harshly in my ear. “Beg for my permission,” he ordered. “If you cum without it, there will be consequences,” he advised, while his fingers curled, and hit that enticing spot up inside me, making me gasp aloud.

“And as you’ve caught me on the hop, the only thing I have available is my hand, or my belt…and I WILL choose my belt,” he growled in warning.

The erotic stroking of his fingers curling along the front wall of my womb was whisking me head-long to the edge of the precipice, and I was about to jump, and free-fall in the whirl-wind of pleasure I knew was about to detonate through me. Beg, goddamit---FUCKING BEG---NOW!

“Please…please, can I cum?” I pleaded breathlessly, expecting him to say yes. Hold off…hold off…Oh, Jesus…if he doesn’t hurry, I’m going to find out first-hand about the consequences he’s threatened me with.

“AGAIN,” he demanded loudly in my ear. Another exhilarating curl of his fingers inside me had me teetering forward, hanging on by a very thin thread. SIR…you forgot to fucking say SIR, the voice in my head kicked me in the ass.

“Please, can I cum…Sir?” I screamed out in fervent desperation, holding my breath, trying to stop the inevitable drowning wave of ecstasy from flooding through me.

“CUM, now!” he growled huskily. The floodgates opened, consuming me from the inside out, with an ever-growing swell of euphoria that blanked my mind, and raced through every taut limb, the overpowering intensity obliterating everything else except the deluge of pleasure now rocketing through my body.

Ohhh….fuucckkkk. My body twitched with each, and every wave for what seemed like forever.

My legs almost gave out as I slowly came back down to earth, with a feeling of complete contentment slowly spreading through each, and every muscle, while a heated flush burned over my skin.

Oh. My. Fucking. God. My heart was beating at triple time, while I gasped hard, and fast, sucking in air, like a horse who’d just galloped flat out for a quarter mile. Jesus fucking Christ.

Oh, God. Embarrassment kicked in when Jaxon removed his fingers with a definite sloshy sound. At that moment, I was glad my body was already flushed with heat from my orgasm, but it didn’t stop the shame now engulfing me from trying to increase the level. Jaxon’s hand pulled my tightly bunched hair, tilting my head a little further back, forcing me to look him in the eye.

“Such a messy girl,” he quipped with a sultry smirk, and fire burning brightly in his eyes. My heart skipped a beat, and the level of heat reaching my face almost set me on fire.

Jaxon lifted his fingers up in front of my face, and the light from the street lamp highlighted the shininess of my juices coating them. I didn’t know how much hotter my face could get, but I swear it increased.

“Time to clean up your mess.” My brows drew together, while I tried to figure out what he was saying. How? His fingers got closer to my face, and my brows rose, instead. Is he…?

“Open,” he demanded, and my eyes widened. Oh, shit…he is…When my jaw dropped open in shock, Jaxon inserted his fingers in my mouth. My eyes immediately screwed shut, while I experienced tasting myself off someone else’s fingers for the first time, ever.

“Look at me!” Jaxon ordered sharply, and my eyes flew open, while my musky scent filled my nostrils. My scent was so strong being so close to my nose.

I tentatively rolled my tongue around his fingers, while my lips closed over them, inhaling my essence from his hand. My brows furrowed slightly. Is it wrong that inhaling my own smell enveloping his hand, is turning me on so damned much?

I took another deep whiff thinking I was just imagining

it. But, I wasn’t. A smoldering heat ignited deep in my belly. Am I weird? My tongue absently travelled in between both of his fingers, lapping up my tangy, but sweet, taste from their surface, while I contemplated this unnerving turn of events.

Jesus---this is so fucking hot. My tongue wound in, and around, extending out past the length of his fingers, down to the top of his palm to capture more of my own intoxicating flavor, while I was still trying to come to terms with the fact that I really liked the taste, and smell, of myself---especially off Jaxon’s fingers---there was something so fucking erotic about cleaning myself off them.

Jaxon slowly removed them from my mouth. Releasing the fierce grip he had on my hair, he trailed the pad of his thumb along the length of my jaw, and brushed the softness of it across the surface of my bottom lip.

“Hop back in the car,” he directed smoothly, and I tried to stand, but my legs were still a little rubbery from my heady climax, and I clutched onto the front of the bonnet to steady myself. God damn it! When I gingerly pushed myself off the car, Jaxon cast his eyes down.

“My car is going to need a wash,” he stated bluntly, and I looked down. Oh, God. I almost groaned with shame, while my face heated right back up when I saw the glistening patch on the paintwork.

Without another word, Jaxon walked around, and opened the passenger side door, and after wobbling a few steps, I maneuvered myself down into the seat, acutely aware of the amount of slickness coating my inner thighs.

I rolled my eyes despairingly, while he shut the door, and walked around to seat himself in the driver’s side. Linking my fingers together in my lap, nervousness kicked in, and I began twisting my fingers. As Jaxon pulled out of the parking bay, he placed one large hand down on the top of my joined ones, halting my furious tangling.

We drove in silence, back in the direction of Lexi’s, and I was confused. He’s not taking me to his place? Have I been a disappointment? I didn’t voice any of the doubts now floating through my head, instead sneaking glances his way, trying to determine what he was thinking. But it was no use. I had absolutely no idea.

When we finally pulled up in Lexi’s driveway, Jaxon switched off the engine, and turned in his seat to face me, while he pulled the envelope containing the contract up from beside his seat, and my heart sank.

“I haven’t signed this,” he began. I decided right then, and there, I must have been a terrible failure in his eyes. My fingers recommenced twisting around themselves in my lap, while I tried not to let my face drop.

“All the way here, I have been warring with myself. I can’t believe I’m about to do this, but I’m going to give you tonight to think about the decision you’ve made---to think about the implications of what this contact means. This isn’t going to be a picnic, Alison,” he stated sternly. I swallowed nervously, but remained silent, so he continued.

“I will be here at three o’clock tomorrow afternoon. If you’re sure you want to go ahead with the decision you’ve made, be ready for me to collect you. Once my signature joins yours on this,” he held the envelope up, and his gaze flicked hurriedly down to it, before he refocused back on me. “I will own you,” he stated vehemently.

My heart was thumping so hard, it almost punched a hole through my chest. He tucked the envelope back down the side of his seat, and opened his door, coming around to my side of the car.

When he pulled my door open, he extended his hand. His fingers curled around my hand when I placed it in his open palm. After assisting me out of the car, he casually walked me to the front door, still holding my hand.

“There will be no repercussions if you change your mind, Alison,” he assured me quietly, then leaned in to give me a chaste kiss. With a groan, Jaxon gripped the back of my head, and changed the chaste kiss, to one of controlled hunger, taking my breath away.

He released me, and abruptly turned to return to his car without another word. I stood dumbfounded at the front door, and watched him back out of the driveway, and take off down the street, before I quietly let myself in.

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