Truly helpless, p.50
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       Truly Helpless, p.50

         Part #10 of Nature of Desire series by Joey W. Hill

  "Yes, Mistress."

  She rode him as she wished, taking him up and back, up and back, until he was crazed with animal need. "Go," she said.

  Insane as he was, he knew it was a trap. She'd done it before, a playful mindfuck. He shook his head. "Not before my Mistress. She's taught me better than that."

  "Yes, she has. But it may take her awhile. She's enjoying her ride too much to cut it short. So let's use this..."

  She snapped the cock ring around him, having to push and pull on him some to make it work, since he was already so erect. He grunted his discomfort, and then she was back to rising and falling upon him, speaking to him in a breathy voice that morphed into long, low cries as she came, her orgasm gushing over his cock.

  God, yes... He was dying, his balls and cock throbbing like a damn toothache. "Fuck...please..."

  "Please what? You want to come?" She was breathless, bouncing on him, pushing down hard, slapping her clit against his pelvis. "Spill all that messy seed of yours inside your Mistress?"

  "Please...I'll clean it with my mouth."

  "You bet your ass you will." She unsnapped the ring, and intense pleasure flooded her tone. "Come for me, sweet boy."

  Sometimes he thought he might explode from the force of the climaxes she could pull from him. He punched up into her, again, again, her sharp gloves digging into him as his climax jetted forth. He shuddered and convulsed from the intense pleasure of it, the pain of the barbs, the indescribable bliss of her cunt holding him.

  It went on endlessly, and yet was always over too soon. When his mind stopped spinning, he realized she'd removed the gloves, and was running soft fingertips and palms over his abraded chest and legs. "There we are," she murmured. She straddled his face. "Clean me through the hood. I don't think you've earned using your tongue directly on my flesh. I'll have to take you home and teach you some more manners before you get that reward."

  If he could have forced his tongue through cloth he would have. For now, he was just thankful the hood was thin enough he could smell her arousal, feel the wet heat of it soaking through as he licked and sucked on her cunt through the fabric. She quivered and jerked, still sensitive after her climax, so he gentled his touch. When she at last removed the hood, he found she'd turned off the light, so it was the two of them in darkness. He wanted to see her beautiful body. She laid down upon him, though, her hips between his spread thighs, the energy around them becoming even more weighted as a result of that darkness. She freed one of his cuffs so he could curl an arm around her, hold her tight against him.

  "I love you, Mistress," he said quietly against her hair. "I hope I pleased you."

  "You do, and you will continue to do so. Else I'll take it out of your hide." There was a smile in her voice, and tenderness...and love. "I meant it, Duncan. I would never make you fight in those fights. You never have to fight again."

  He was silent as her fingers stroked him, her lips moving against his flesh. He closed his eyes, savoring it, feeling the twist in his heart and his gut. She was smart, his Mistress. She knew what happened in his head, what his silences meant.

  "You don't agree. Speak to me. Tell me what my sub is thinking."

  It took him a few moments, but he answered her, though the words came slow because they weren't easy. Nothing important was. "I do have to fight again, Mistress. Every day, against myself, and whatever else comes along. To serve you, to keep earning your love."

  She slid her arms fully around him, held him even tighter for a long pause before she answered. "You know, all that time, the wonderful, charming things you said? They don't hold a candle to how you make a woman feel when you're speaking straight from your heart. So mind you only say such things to me, unless you want to be in big trouble."

  It was a teasing though serious warning, one that made him smile, content. "Don't want to say it to anyone else." He paused, the humor disappearing. "All those years I was teaching myself to fight, thinking it was to go up against my father if ever he tried to make me helpless again... Sounds stupid and obvious, but it's only lately I realized that wasn't what I was fighting."

  She nodded against his chest. "What was it, sweet boy?" Her voice was a whisper in the darkness. He closed his eyes.

  "It was my memories, my anger at my father. So much futile shit, stuff I was fighting against. But the night they tried to hurt you..."

  His arm constricted around her, an automatic reassurance to them both that that horrible moment was a memory, well in the past. He still had to take a steadying breath before he could continue. "That night was the first time I'd ever fought for something. The difference was the difference between choking and breathing. That's the one kind of fighting I'll do now and forever, Mistress. Always for you." He took another breath. "And for myself. The right way."

  When she released the other cuff, he sat up in the darkness, and gathered her to him. She didn't mind being treated like a girl, his Mistress, and when he had her cradled in his lap, his arms surrounding her, she rewarded him, both for his care and the words.

  "I'll hold you to that," she said quietly, stroking his chest, his jaw and throat. "Because I think I'm keeping you forever. I may even marry you."

  "Do I have any say in it?" he asked.

  Her voice had a smile in it. "Not a damn bit."

  He sighed. "Thank God."

  The End

  Author's End Notes

  As I mentioned in the Acknowledgements, a lot of random research goes into a book. This time, there was one piece I could not fact-check. The discussion between Regina and Marius in the Florida State Prison parking lot was a key scene, so I left it as it was written, with him concluding the conversation and walking from the car to the main building to be escorted to the witness gallery.

  However, the actual procedure by which family members of death row inmates arrive at, and are escorted to, the witness gallery for the execution is confidential, for security purposes and to protect the family members. Respecting that, I did not dig for further information after the kind and patient folks at the Florida Department of Corrections advised me of that precaution. So, if the information is incorrect, there are very good reasons, and my apologies.

  On a more uplifting note, often my characters from other books make guest appearances in subsequent stories. You probably noticed a few of these in Truly Helpless. In case some of you aren't familiar with their stories (but wish to be), I'm listing them below. A full list of my titles in series order is available at the end of this book.

  Ice Queen/Mirror of My Soul - Tyler and Marguerite Branded Sanctuary - Chloe and Brendan Divine Solace - Lyda, Gen and Noah Honor Bound - Peter and Dana

  Unrestrained - Dale and Athena


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  About the Author

  Joey W. Hill writes about vampires, mermaids, boardroom executives, cops, witches, angels, housemaids...pretty much wherever her inspiration takes her. She's penned over forty acclaimed titles and six award-winning series, and been awarded the RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award for Erotica. But she's especially proud and humbled to have the support and enthusiasm of a wonderful, widely diverse readership.

  So why erotic romance? "Writing great erotic romance is all about exploring the true face of who we are - the best and worst - which typically comes out in the most vulnerable moments of sexual intimacy." She has earned a reputation for writing BDSM romance that not only wins her fans of that genre, but readers who would "never" read BDSM romance. She believes that's because strong, compelling characters are the most important part of her books.

  "Whatever genre you're writing, if the characters are captivating and sympathetic, the readers are going to want to see what happens to them. That was the defining element of the romances I loved most and which shaped my own writing. Bringing characters together who have numerous emotional obstacles standing in their way, watching them reach a soul-deep understanding of one another through the expression of their darkest sexual needs, and then growing from that understanding into love - that's the kind of story I love to write."

  Take the plunge with her, and don't hesitate to let her know what you think of her work, good or bad. She thrives on feedback!

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  Also by Joey W. Hill

  Arcane Shot Series

  Something About Witches In the Company of Witches Daughters of Arianne Series

  A Mermaid's Kiss A Witch's Beauty A Mermaid's Ransom Knights of the Board Room Series

  Board Resolution Controlled Response Honor Bound


  Hostile Takeover Willing Sacrifice Soul Rest

  Nature of Desire Series

  Holding the Cards Natural Law

  Ice Queen

  Mirror of My Soul Mistress of Redemption Rough Canvas

  Branded Sanctuary Divine Solace

  Worth The Wait

  Truly Helpless

  Naughty Bits Series

  The Lingerie Shop Training Session Bound To Please The Highest Bid Naughty Wishes Series

  Part 1: Body

  Part 2: Heart

  Part 3: Mind

  Part 4: Soul

  Vampire Queen Series

  Vampire Queen's Servant Mark of the Vampire Queen Vampire's Claim Beloved Vampire Vampire Mistress Vampire Trinity Vampire Instinct Bound by the Vampire Queen Taken by a Vampire The Scientific Method Nightfall

  Elusive Hero

  Night's Templar Non-Series Titles

  If Wishes Were Horses Virtual Reality Unrestrained

  Medusa's Heart


  Chance of a Lifetime Choice of Masters Make Her Dreams Come True Threads of Faith Submissive Angel Short

  Snow Angel



  Joey W. Hill, Truly Helpless

  (Series: Nature of Desire # 10)




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