Simply Scarlet Excerpt: One of my novels

"Do you trust me, Camille?" he asked her suddenly.

"Mmhm," she breathed into his palm in a muffled tone.

"Good," he said, grinning as he slid his hand down from her mouth to graze her tender throat; he continued to slip his palm down her throat, inching it closer to her full pert breasts. His finger slipped beneath the fabric and he drew it up beneath her blouse, continuing to trail his fingers down between the valley of her breasts.

"Please, Jeremiah," she whimpered into the air.

He slid his hand down further toward the waistband of her skirt while his other hand pushed the hem of her skirt up to bare her heart-shaped ass to his hungry gaze.

"Mmm, baby, you have no idea what I can do with you," he growled into her ear.

Camille arched her back, giving him a better view of her derriere and the tiny sheer black lace that held her heated slit from his wolfish view. "Oh, what's that?" she whimpered just as his fingers slid straight down the front of her panties and his index finger began to rub furiously at her clit.

"Anything that I want," he whispered into her ear. "But only with me in control. I'm going to fuck you until you can't think of anything else but fucking me," he continued as his lips began to nibble down the side of her throat.

"Mmm, if that's what you want," she murmured. "I'll do whatever you say," she exhaled in a lust-laden tone.

"Good girl," he whispered hotly against her neck. He slipped his hand free from her panties and slid it up behind her, pushing her skirt up until it was completely baring her ass to his sights. He slid his hand down to his pants and pulled his throbbing erection free of the constricting fabric, drawing his cock up her inner thigh as he bit upon her earlobe. "Shh, precious treasure, let me show you how a real man handles a jewel."

Camille gasped and nodded in response to his words, leaning forward to give him more access to her body. Jeremiah slipped his hand down to steady himself with her already dripping vertical grin and began sliding the rim of his cock up and down. He increased his speed in tiny increments but, after a few moments, would decrease the repetitions until the point where Camille was writhing in torment from the need to have him inside her. She bit into her lower lip and groaned in an attempt to keep herself from crying out and begging him to cease the relentless torture upon her most sensitive regions. She grimaced and closed her eyes as he stroked himself against her heated core. Fast, then slow, fast and slow—over and over again—but never allowing her to endure the sensation of having him stretch her cunt walls about his thickening girth. Frustrated by the lack of penetration, Camille attempted to force him inside her by thrusting her hips back in time with the next stroke of his head against her aching hole.

Jeremiah pulled back and growled into her ear, "Do not push it, precious. The teasing is half the fun." He chuckled as his free hand found a grip upon her creamy breast, stroking his thumb across her erect nipple slowly.

"Please quit teasing me, Jeremiah," she muttered.

Right on cue, Jeremiah rammed his rigid cock into her tight recesses, slamming his balls right into her backside loud enough to cause a resonating echo to travel through the air. He retracted his hips and then quickly lunged forward once, using his long shaft like a battering ram to beat into her cervix. Camille shivered and leaned her head forward but Jeremiah wasn't going to allow her the easy lay and slid his hand up to grip her hair, pulling her head back so that his lips rested just in parallel to her cheek. He trailed his tongue out across it and nibbled gently at her heated flesh. "Hush, little gem, welcome to the prospector's mine." He emphasized the word to make sure that Camille knew he meant what he said. This was not only their first coupling but it was a binding ceremony in his eyes and, by her own admission, she was in agreement. This was Camille's submissive sacrifice. "My precious little jewel," he breathed across her skin.

The lacing heat of his breath drew out across her face and caused a shiver to run down her spine. She nodded and groaned in response and, though no words fled her lips, her body language spoke of everything she was thinking. Camille was lost to the intensity of his flickering passion, and the singe of her sizzling flesh told a tale older than time itself. In a place so open and natural, Camille began to sprout to life, into the full splendor of technicolor bliss and intoxicating imagination. And yet, it was all so real. This fantasy of hers was all real.

Doubled over as she was, Jeremiah slid one hand down to grip her left hip, pulling her into his thrusts as he continued to slide himself in and out of her. With his grip so tight in her hair and his fingers gripping her so tightly, Camille was completely at Jeremiah's mercy and yet she felt safer than she had in years. She began to rock her hips forward and back, gyrating them every so often to change up the sensations it brought him. Jeremiah continued to thrust into her, angling his lips so close to her throat that she could almost feel them graze her skin with every deep exhalation he made.

"I'm no gem, Jeremiah," she whimpered in a sultry tone.

Jeremiah pulled her hair tightly and then released it, only long enough to draw his hand down across the plain of her cheek.

"Tsk, tsk, precious. You're a diamond in the rough and I'm just the man to polish you off," he muttered. As he drew himself deep within her one more time, he quickly felt himself growing closer and closer to the point of explosive release.

Camille, too, felt her body beginning to sing the song of orgasm drawing nearer as her own flesh began to singe and she shuddered from the intensity of each stroke.

He grinned. "Camille, you are not to come until I tell you that you can come. Do you understand?" he asked authoritatively.

"Yes," she whispered, though the request was something she was having difficulty abiding.

"Yes, what?" he asked just as he rammed himself deep within her body once more. The sound of his testicles against her bare flesh served to embolden what he asked her.

"Yes, Sir," she replied in a hushed tone.

"No, not Sir," he said. "Master, Dominant, or Daddy—there is no Sir here."

Camille shivered and ground her backside up against his groin. "Yes, Daddy," she responded.

"That's right, precious. Who is your daddy?" he asked her with a chuckle. "Now, when you get close, you had better let me know. Bad girls get punishments they might not expect." He paused and leaned in to draw his tongue up her cheek.

"What kind of punishments?" Camille asked softly.

"Not getting any more of my cock, to begin with. No more kisses, no touches, no attention. Did you think that cruelty was the only form of dominance, Camille?" he asked in a desirous tone.

"No, I don't know," she admitted. "And, right now, I really don't, please don't," she finished as a desperate moan fled her lips.

"Well, then don't give me a reason to execute the cruelest form of dominance there is, making you fall in love with me, and you will. Because I'm hell-bent on making sure of it," he whispered just as his own body began to tighten and he felt himself quivering as he spurted shot after shot of his milky seed deep within her womb. As if in unison or perfectly fated to happen, Camille felt her own body respond to the release. As Jeremiah felt her muscles squeeze upon him, he vocalized his command, "What do you say, precious?"

"Master, may I please come?" she groaned loudly.

Jeremiah chuckled and pulled her body in closer, whispering against her ear, "Come for Daddy, precious."

As if a floodgate had been released, Camille's body instantly let go of all bounds. She felt her thighs begin to convulse and give out from under her, but Jeremiah's firm grip upon her body kept her upright while she rode out the waves of pleasure that coursed throughout her body.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she exclaimed loudly, arching her back and lifting her head to peer over her shoulder at him. Upon his face was a grin that superseded a shit-eating one. In fact, it was so wickedly delighted by her reaction that Camille found herself giggling in response to it.

"What's so funny, precious?" Jeremiah whispered as he pulled himself free from her body.

"It's just you. This, all of it," she said. "I still worry about what will happen next."

"I know, but I'm telling you not to worry about anything anymore. Ever," he said with a confidence that brought Camille a little bit of relief.

"Do you want your ribbon back?" she asked suddenly.

"No, wear it around your neck for the next week. Actually, wear it until I tell you to take it off," he said as he gave one final swat to her left ass cheek. "Pull up your panties and let's get out of here."

Camille smiled and slid her underwear back into place, adjusting her skirt and blouse, and turning to follow Jeremiah back toward the car. He lifted his arm to offer her his hand and help her down the trail, which Camille took with obvious pleasure. His fingers slid to interlace between each of her digits.

"You are everything I've ever hoped for but couldn't obtain," she said suddenly.

Jeremiah stopped mid-trail and turned to look back at her. "I told you once, you made this decision, and they would never touch you again. Know that I mean what I say, Camille. I'm here and I'm not going any fucking where. Ever," he replied as he leaned in to press his lips gently to her own.

Camille parted her mouth and drew her tongue out to glide over his, and as her eyes fell closed, she found her heart beating wildly—not from what they had just done, but from the overwhelming chemistry that existed between the two of them.

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