On Becoming His by Benjamin T. Russell, Cassandre Dayne Page A

complete command and there’s no going back
    There’s something about his gentle words, his powerful demeanor
    And now I accept, this is when I call him sir
     

WHISPERS
     
     
    Whispers
    Scattered across the heat of her neck, teasing
    Pulsing against the shimmer like a dangling hunger
    Sending shivers dancing deep inside
    Her hand fluttered to touch his carved chest
    Wanting
    Yet he pushed it away
    And she gazed into his twinkling eyes
     
    Whispers
    Brushed over the crest of her chin, tempting
    Slicing against her breast like a shameless question
    Forcing whimpers erupting past her swollen lips
    Her fingers feathered down past his waist to the chiseled v
    Offering
    Yet he pressed her legs apart
    And she glanced into his luminous eyes
     
    Whispers
    Fluttered down to taste her pebbled nipple, tantalizing
    Flicking against her soft skin like a velvet glove
    Causing her body to shake violently as she reached to touch him
    Her legs moved around his hips, struggling to force him closer
    Inviting
    Yet he guided them back against her chest
    And she stared into his famished eyes
     
    Whispers
    Darted past her tight stomach, nibbling her sweet honey, taunting
    Dipping just inside her quivering folds like a thirsty beast
    Dragging her body up from the soft pelt of fur
    Her mouth opened and closed attempting to beg for more
    Needing
    Now he drove his tongue and fingers all the way inside
    And she closed her tear filled eyes
     
    Whispers
    Inched slowly up her shaking body to brush lips against lips, torturing
    Moving his throbbing hunger just against the edge of her wet heat
    Creating that first moment of rapture as her entire soul succumbed
    Her heart beating against his, desperate for their dance of passion
    Pleading
    Now he thrust his throbbing shaft deep within her cherished body
    And she opened her love filled eyes

 
    WITH A SINGLE LOOK
     
     
    I wait in silence in the shadowed light
    While customers come and go, unaware
    Of the hunger that burns within
    To the point I can no longer breathe
    I sense his presence drawing near
    My instincts keen, my understanding strong
    With a single look…
    I will want
     
    I watch in reverence as he enters the room
    While he scans the crowded space, searching
    For the woman that gives him freedom
    Enough so that his features bear sensuous cravings
    I drink in his feral scent
    My wet heat clenching, my pulse racing
    With a single look…
    I will yearn
     
    I feel my resolve crumbling as he draws closer
    While the waiter serves the wine, suspecting
    That the woman he sees is mesmerized
    By the prowess of the stunning man
    I lick my lips in anticipation
    My desires raging, my legs quivering
    With a single look…
    I will need
     
    I shiver as he gazes into my eyes
    While a single finger traces down my neck, savoring
    The feel of my skin as it trembles
    Because of the whispered scintillating touch
    I close my eyes in acquiescence
    My realization complete, my acceptance secured
    With a single look…
    I will succumb
     
    I follow as he leads into the darkness
    While his hand never leaves my back, controlling
    The lover he claimed so long ago
    By the power that gave me life and love
    I nod my head as he closes the door
    My senses tingling, my voice quavering
    With a single look…
    I will become
     
    I undress as he leans silently against the wall
    While his eyes rake down my body, relishing
    In the naked woman that stands before him unafraid
    Because of the complete level of trust
    I lower my eyes as he pushes me to the floor
    My discipline required, my forgiveness complete
    With a single look…
    I now belong
     

ON BELONGING
     
    Discipline. That was a word and one that always sent chills down her body. The burn on her ass reminded her she was still very much a willful woman. “Whew.” As the thin material of her dress scraped again st her well-spanked ass cheeks, she thought about her lesson in patience and willfulness the night before. Lordy , the man had indeed been more tha n a bit