What happens when personalities collide and control is questioned? The sparks fly!

Chelle Bliss brings us a fast and furious couple whose fight for dominance both in and out of the bedroom only amps up the sexual antics they indulge in. James Caldo wants Izzy Gallo and will do anything to get her and keep her in his life. There is only one problem… Izzy has no problems “resisting” James. 

This little excerpt is on the very dirty side…so I  put it under a spoiler tag to hide the naughtiness. :)

 

[spoiler effect=”simple” show=”Spoiler”]His grip lessened just over the threshold of my bedroom doorway, causing me to slide down him. I grinned, looking into his eyes and seeing the desire on his face.
He took a step back, crossing his arms and cocking his head. “Strip,” he commanded.
My body swayed as his words hit me like a ton of bricks. “What?” I blurted, shocked by the forcefulness in his voice.
“Strip, and make it good.” He didn’t move or change expression.
“Excuse me? Is that any way to talk to a lady?” I barked, kind of turned on but not willing to share that little nugget of information.
I glared at him, my eyes raking over his body and stopping dead on his crotch. I could clearly see the outline of his long, thick cock straining against the material. I knew how it felt to have that monster inside me, and it made my mind mush. I started to slowly take down the straps of my tank top without waiting for his response.
“Don’t I get music or something?” I quipped, cockiness in my voice as removed the material from my arms. I turned as I gathered the tank in my hands. Bending at the waist, I stuck my ass in the air as I shimmed out of my shirt and then tossed it across the room. Shaking my hips, I started to hum as my ass bounced, and I peeked at him between the gap of in my legs.
He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, and studied me. He seemed pleased with what I was doing. Turning around, I held my hands over my breasts, covering my hard nipples as I shook them in my hands. Bouncing them in my hands, I licked the top of my breast. The skin feeling like velvet against my tongue.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his lips turning up into a snarl as his nostrils flared.
My body warmed from his reaction, and I felt a sense of confidence in my movements. Stripping for someone when it’s your idea is entirely different than doing it when being told to. James’s reaction made it fun, and I figured why the fuck not tease him in the process?
“You like when I cocktease you?” I asked, opening my fingers, letting my nipples show. A black lace bra covered my breasts, leaving little to the imagination. I rolled my nipples in between my fingers as I licked a path to my other breast, peeking up at him through hooded lashes.
“Lose the clothes, Isabella.”
He dropped my formal name, once again causing the bottom of my stomach to flutter.
“Yes, master,” I responded, curtseying to him and unable to hold my smartass comments.
His face changed as he squinted at me. “Those words make me so fucking hard,” he whispered.
Was James one of those men? Was he the type of guy who got off on being in total control and wanting a sex slave in the bedroom?
After I peeled off my pants, leaving nothing between him and me except my lace black panties and bra, I stood still, my tongue sticking out as it hovered just above my breast. I wanted to be touched, and if he wouldn’t to do it, then I sure as fuck would be the one to take up the task.
“Crawl to me,” he demanded.
I shrugged, thinking, What the hell? Why not? and dropped to my knees. Moving slowly across the wooden floor, I crawled to him like a cat stalking its prey. Sticking my ass up in the air, I raised my shoulders as I approached him.
Funny that I didn’t feel weird or humiliated crawling to him as he’d asked. It turned me on, and from what I could see from being eye to eye with his dick, he was hard as a rock.
“Unzip me,” he said, his voice softer.
I looked up at him, taking a moment to drink him in. Yeah, I was totally fucked. Perching up on my knees, I pulled his zipper down, releasing his cock.
It was bigger than I remembered, especially up close. Then again, I might have had half a bottle of Jack by the time we’d ripped each other’s clothes off in the hotel room.
Palming his thickness, I stuck my tongue out, capturing the small drop of liquid off the tip. Divine saltiness spread across my tongue as I leaned in to take him in my mouth.
“Wait,” he said, grabbing my face with his hands.
“James,” I groaned, leaning back on my heels to look up at him. “Make up your mind.”
“No hands. I want only your mouth on me,” he growled. This was a side of James I hadn’t expected, but I liked it.[/spoiler]