Her Secret Dom by Samantha Cote Page A

fault.
    “Murderer.”
    He looked up, startled to hear Mahoney’s voice.
    “What did you say?” he whispered. Mahoney’s face, a death mask, stared back at him accusingly.
    Falcone turned around, eyes filled with contempt. “He called you a fucking murderer.”
    “Killer!”
    The other jeeps now surrounded him. Brady, Johansson, Rivera, all of them screaming “Guilty! Murderer! Killer!”
    He shouted back, insisting he had no choice, that it could have been much worse.
    “Guilty! Murderer! Killer!” The little girl, the old man, and the knife wielder had joined the chorus of hate.
    His head exploded in white-hot pain and the twisted faces faded into the quiet darkness.
    * * * *
    Jared bolted upright in bed, clutching his throat. He sat motionless, willing his pounding heart to resume its usual steady beat. After rolling out of bed, he stood on trembling legs, allowing the sweat to cool on his body.
    Just a few silent steps and he was locked in the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the bathtub and passed a hand over his damp face. His skin felt sticky now that the sweat had almost dried.
    Taking a shower was risky, though. Pam might wake up and ask questions.
    Better to take a chance on waking her than expose her to the stench of his failure. The military allowed three minutes. He could do it in two.
    He slid into bed three minutes later, clean and dry.
    She woke instantly. “Jared?” she murmured, her voice heavy with sleep and touched with alarm.
    “Yes, Pam?” he answered in the barest whisper, praying for a temporary reprieve.
    “Everything okay?” She curled into him, nuzzling his neck.
    “Yes,” he responded, his chest tightening a little with the lie.
    “’Kay,” she said, sniffing his skin. “You smell good. Wanna eat you up.”
    He perceived rather than saw her face tilt up.
    “Kiss me.”
    Complying, he rolled over and pressed her soft body into the mattress. As if sensing his need, she parted her thighs in a silent offer. Desperate and hungry for her, he sank deep inside. She was more than ready and he gasped as her liquid heat surrounded him.
    Jared lay motionless, his face buried in her neck. Here she was, offering the comfort of her body, no questions asked. He would not take without giving her more in return.
    He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and held her close. After aligning their pelvises, he said, “Hold on tight.”
    She complied, twining her arms and legs around him until it seemed every inch of their skin touched.
    Jared rocked against her, allowing his pubic bone to rub against her swollen clit. He ground himself into her pussy, his granite-hard cock searching for the place deep inside. He knew he’d found it when she froze in his arms and her back arched in surprise.
    Gyrating against her with slow, tender movements, he brushed the sweet spot at every pass. Soon, she came, but he was merciless, rubbing her secret place over and over, never allowing her to come down from the ecstatic climax.
    “Please,” she said, her voice a gentle sob.
    It took only a few, deep thrusts to send him over. And each time he emptied himself into her, he cried out her name.

Chapter Five
    Pamela stirred as soft rays of sunlight peeked through the wooden slats on the bedroom windows. She lay still for a moment, enjoying both the peace and the luxury of satin sheets caressing her naked skin.
    She shifted and shivered as the bedclothes slid over her ass, which was still quite tender, thanks to the testosterone-drenched beast sprawled beside her, giving off heat like a human furnace.
    She turned her head. Jared lay on his back, his slow breaths and relaxed features indicating deep slumber. He’d kicked off the quilt sometime during the night, so it now covered one muscular leg, allowing her a perfect view of heavy testicles and a partial erection. She stared at his package, riveted. Even semierect, he was impressive. Lucky her. At this, Pam snickered and Jared shifted in his sleep.
    She quieted,