Music To My Ears

Maybe it's just me, but this song 'American Money' reminds me of Hunt and Elle. I've been listening to it a ton while writing their scenes. Obsessed with BØRNS right now...OBSESSED!

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His Salvation

Unedited Salvation Excerpt

Hunt

I wake in a cold sweat, with jarring fear swimming through my veins, my heart leaping from my chest. It’s hard to breathe, as if there were a large hand clutched to my throat. I can’t remember what my nightmare was about, but I can take a good guess. The stress is finally weighing down on me. I know I should talk to Elle about what’s going on, but how can I put that on her?

Gabrielle.                              

I turn over to find solace in her touch, but she isn’t there. I panic for a moment, still between awake and asleep. I shoot up; searching the room for her, but it’s nearly pitch black. I jump out of bed and throw on a pair of black sweatpants, heading out of our room to find her.

I check her room and my office, but she isn’t in either, so I head downstairs. As I cross the main room, I hear Elton John blasting and the rustling of pans in the kitchen. When I open the door, I find her laying cookie sheets and a large bowl on the marble island counter, singing along with the classic tune, shaking her wide hips to the beat. I lean on the doorframe and keep watching her as she gathers the ingredients for her after midnight cook-a-thon. She’s dressed in that white silk robe I love, the one that makes her look angelic. I start to wonder if she has anything on beneath it.

Suddenly, she spots me and smiles, turning the music down.

“Hey,” she says softly. “Can’t sleep either?”

I shake my head slowly and smirk at her with the lustful gleam in my eyes that sends her up the wall. She lets out a whimper, and I saunter over to her, boring my eyes into hers.

When I reach her, I spin her around so she’s facing away, press her into the counter, and brush her hair over her shoulder, exposing her neck to me. I lean into it, trailing hot, passionate kisses up to her jaw and then ear, where I whisper, “What are we cooking?”

“Cookies,” she moans out as I trace my tongue along the fold of her ear.

“Tasty,” I reply with a growl in my voice. “May I help you, angel?”

“Yes, slick, you may.” She presses her rear into my steel cock. I step away, regaining the control. She glances back at me over her shoulder, pouting. I smirk at her, popping a brow real quick.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” I apologize. “You know I don’t want to involve you if there’s no reason, and I don’t feel this is need to know. It will only cause you stress.”

“You mean well.”

“I really do, Elle.”

“I just don’t like watching how all of this affects you.”

“I know, angel. I love you for that.” She smiles up at me, a huge teeth-bearing grin. “Alright,” I clap my hands together, rubbing them rapidly, “what do you need me to do?”

We blend milk, eggs, chocolate chips, and other ingredients in a bowl and whip it into submission. When it’s ready to put on the tin, I stick my finger into the batter and take a taste. “Mm.”

“Stop! You have to wait until they’ve baked,” she scolds, slapping my hand. If one of my subs had done that in the past, I would’ve punished her severely. Luckily for her, it’s charming when Elle gets all bossy. “These are for Sloan and Maya, too.”

I grin wickedly, and she scowls. I poke my finger into the dough again and smear it over her lips.

“Hey!” she giggles, licking off the gooey mess. Her eyes playfully glare at me. She takes two fingers and drops them into the batter, scooping up a wad onto the tips.

“I wouldn’t if I were you,” I warn with a kinked smirk.

“Well, you aren’t me, and I’m not you,” she retorts with a wicked glint in her eyes and spreads the cold goo down the bridge of my nose to my lips.

“Oh, you’re done,” I teasingly threaten her.

“Don’t.” She holds her palms up to me. I grab onto her wrist, yanking her into my arms. I lean my head in and rub my nose across her face, cheeks, forehead, and lips.

“No, Hunt,” she pleads in a fit of the giggles.

Suddenly, the song changes to something sultry, the atmosphere around charges, and the energy shifts. The sudden need to be inside her, possessing every inch of her body overwhelms me, hardening my cock.

I grasp a fistful of her lush, golden hair and gently yank her head back, looking over her beautifully messy face. As I gaze into her eyes, the playful light fades, transforming into licentious wanting. She thrusts her small hands into my hair, weaving it between her fingers. I come onto her lips, licking and tasting the sweetness of the cookie dough and her on my greedy tongue. She lets out a moan and melts into me like hot butter.

I grab her by the waist, lift her onto the counter, and spread her legs with my hips, grinding into her with my firm cock. My lips move over her jaw, and she tilts her head back, giving me access to her neck.

“You feel so good,” she pants, writhing under my wanton touch.

“You taste phenomenal,” I reply from the curve of her neck.

My fingers blindly search for the opening of her robe, grasping on and ripping it open, pushing it off her shoulders so she’s exposed to me. I pull away, noticing she isn’t wearing anything underneath, and explore her luscious body with my kneading hands. I tear one away, dip a few fingers into the batter, and paint it across her breasts and tiny nipples.

“What are you doing, slick?” she asks with a lustful haze over her face, panting for me.

“Having dessert,” I reply, coming down on her with devouring strokes of my tongue.

“I love you,” she says with a gasp, gripping her hands in my hair as I dine upon her.

I lift my head up slightly and tell her the most honest words I’ll ever express. “Love can’t comprehend what I feel for you. It pales and cowers.”

“I know, baby,” she purrs, running her nails across my scalp, and I realize she truly does. She finally accepts my love for her fully.

My need to take her hard overpowers me. Making love just won’t satiate this burn inside me.

I bring her nipple back into my mouth, nipping and plucking at it with my teeth. She moans loudly, and her body arcs, covered in sugar and raw dough. She’s a delicious disaster.

I move down, tasting the intoxicating mix of the ingredients and my wife’s flesh on my taste buds. I’ve never been so hungry or hard in my life.

“Give it to me, Damian,” she pleads.

“What, angel? What do want me to give you?”

“Your cock,” she whimpers out as if on the verge of tears, so desperate for me, it overcomes her, too.

I wrap an arm about her waist, positioning her into the center of the island while I climb atop her, adjusting myself between her legs. Without hesitation, I enter her, sinking root deep into the warmth of her responsive body.

“Yes,” I hiss immerse myself inside her. “Is that what you needed, angel?”

“Oh, fuck.” Her hands claw at my back when I start to pump into her with hard, relentless thrusts. I move my arms under her back, hooking my hands onto her powder-dusted shoulders to gain better leverage, pulling her down onto me with every harsh thump.

The sharp pings of metal and pops of glass, pushed off the counter by our reckless wanting, hit the floor with a clattering crash.

Her warm pussy gobbles my cock, devouring it to the base. She swivels and dips, taking her pleasure from me.

“Harder,” she screams out, ordering me to give her what she needs. I pull out quickly, flip her over, and spread her legs with my hips, sinking back inside her soft folds from behind. I slam into her ceaselessly, driving my cock deep, and grasp a fistful of hair into my hand. I yank her head back hard enough to get her attention. She growls and shoves back onto me, meeting me thrust for thrust.

I feel her constrict around me, twitching violently about my head and shaft, begging me for every drop of my cum. I feel myself tense, seizing up until I explode, milking myself into her with thick gushes. I keep at her, using my cum as lubricant, pounding into her mercilessly.

My hand still clasped to her hair, I take the other and shove it under her hips, lifting them slightly. My finger slithers between her swollen lips, saturated with a mix of her and me, and locate her clit, hard like a little pebble. I rub it with circular motions while I aggressively pump into her. Feeling her build up around me, I go wild on it, flicking it with rapid strikes until she bursts, tremoring beneath me, crying out my name.

I press my torso into her and mutter breathlessly into her ear, “That’s it, angel. Feel it.”

She convulses and then goes limp on the counter, panting uncontrollably.

Kissing her creamy back, I edge myself from her spent body, ensuring she feels every inch of me on my way out, and lie beside her on the marble island satisfied. I cradle her in my arms, resting her head on my chest.

“I love you, Elle,” I murmur in her hair before kissing her atop her head.

She glances up at me with heavy-lidded eyes and smiles weakly.

“I love you, Damian.”

copyright © 2016 Lena Black

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• Comment these two things down below:

1.  In Hunt I trust. 
2. Who your favorite character from A Dominant Series is and why.

• Please make sure your name shows in your comment. This way there will be no confusion when the winner(s) is/are picked. I may be feeling generous. ;)

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And as always...

SPANKS AND KISSES!

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A DOMINANT MAN

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It's My Party And I'll Do What I Want To

For my birthday weekend, I've got a few goodies planned to celebrate and thank everyone for being patient and sticking with me. 

• A contest on the 23rd, the winner receives ALL my books (full and short) including a copy of Salvation when it's ready! 

• A Salvation excerpt on my B-DAY the 24th.

• A sale of A Dominant Man & A Dominant Fallen from the 22nd to the 26th.

SPANKS & KISSES!

Sex, Drugs, & Gunnar Haze

What I Did On My Summer Vacation

Had a nice little getaway with the Mr. It hadn't started out that way however. When we arrived at our room...well, let's just say it was UNACCEPTABLE.

UM...NO!

And those weren't even the worst parts...

So we called the hotel service we used (Fought with them tooth and nail. THANKS HOTELS.COM!) and got ourselves a MUCH nicer room.

Ohhhhh.....

Ahhhhh....

Let's put it this way, it was a fucking palace compared to the dump we were in before. And I'm pretty sure there was a drug deal going on in the room next to us in the previous crack den. So...better.

After some much needed decompressing, we got ready to go to the concert! FINALLY!!!

DO I LOOK PRETTY?!

Ah, shit! Fucking flash was on!

We drive to the venue and quickly realize young females would be dominating this concert. Selena Gomez would have a ton of chicks...and a handful or two of creepy old dudes. 0.o (P.S. These tickets were, like, free. Just sayin',) I've been to more than a few of these concerts. I mean, I was a teenager at one point, obsessed with NSYNC and HANSON. Yes, ladies and gents, we all have those idols we hung on the wall that make you cringe later in life.  

The lights go down and the crowd goes wild with high-pitched screams that come at you like a tidal wave of noise. This isn't even for the headliner. The opener starts to finger his piano, played with a modern yet old school vibe. It's not too shabby. Yet, it didn't take long for me to realize I had no effing idea who this guy was or know any of his songs. I pride myself on knowing these things. Anyhow, between the hoards of bellowing young female fans and my screaming over the music every ten seconds, "Who is this guy?", it became blatantly clear, at the ripe old age of 32, I am an old fucking fart. 

His name was Charlie Puth, by the way. Found out that little gem when he finally announced himself five songs later. But I guess I should've known?

After an hour of foreplay, the main event takes the stage...

She sings some songs....

She does a few costume changes...

She shows some skin...A LOT of skin.

Concert...or spaceship?

And after the songs were sung, beer was drunk, and the good times had, we shuffled out with the masses and drove off into the night.


Thank you to my lovely man for taking these images and videos.

A Very Merry Un-Birthday to You!

To celebrate my birthday (24th), I will be releasing an excerpt here on my blog from Salvation! I know I've kept it under wraps pretty tightly with this one, but it's because it really means the most to me. I won't lie. Letting go of Elle and Hunt isn't easy for me. Though I'm sure I'll revisit them someday in the future, I'm puttin' them up on the shelf so to speak. *RAMBLING* Anyway, keep an eye out on the 24th for the very special post. 

SPANKS & KISSES

Lena

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National Anthem

Happy Fourth to all those celebrating this weekend. For those who aren't, I hope your weekend is fantastic and safe!

SPANKS & KISSES!

Salvation

“You’re my rock, Elle, my light…my salvation. You saved me from the darkness inside myself.”

“And you’re mine. We saved each other.” I love when he lets me into his mind—his past.

His face, tucked between my thighs, lingers near the faint lines plaguing the soft flesh of the innermost part. The marks of Nicholas’ possession over me.

A Dominant Salvation © 2016 Lena Black