Dirty Sexy Yours

By Amarinda Jones

“For the next forty-eight hours you will always be naked in my presence.” Jason stood before Cintra, his eyes hard on hers.
“Yes.” She was on her knees and naked before him. There was so much she wanted him to do to her. Cintra McLeod wanted to yell at him to fuck her hard and make her scream, but she didn’t. She was no longer in control. Cintra gave her body to his hands to do as he wished, for two days.
“You will call me ‘sir’ and only speak when spoken to.”
This is what I need. “Yes.” Her heart beat faster at the implications of what she was agreeing to. Cintra shifted slightly and squeezed her legs together in an effort to relieve the sudden, hot itch between them.
Jason stared down at her. “Yes, what?”
She swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.” Cintra never called anyone ‘sir’ in her life. No one ever earned that level of respect from her. As for Jason, he was taking her regardless of what she thought. The good girl inside her needed someone to blame for her need for reckless, hard sex.
“You are my slave. Any man I choose can take you. ”
Cintra shivered. “Yes, sir.” It was hard to explain her need for a man to take and use her while having no control over what happened. Her body needed it. Her soul craved it. Some may call it sick, but Cintra didn’t care what others thought.
“You have no life but the one I allow you.”
“Yes, sir.” Cintra bowed her head in acceptance. From the moment she saw him, Cintra developed a mad crush on the darkly handsome, Jason Munro. Not that she let him know it. As was her nature, she pushed against that which she craved especially when she knew the object of her lust probably wouldn’t feel the same way -- and why would he? She was not thin or beautiful. Yet Cintra couldn’t understand why Jason kept approaching her when there were so many other women with their eyes locked on him. In her confusion, she was cold to him. In many ways, she believed it better to repel than be hurt.
However, that changed. The more she watched him, the more Cintra wanted a taste of Jason. It was madness of course, but lust and need had a way of making a woman do crazy things. So, in a desperate, weak, and needy move, she approached Jason. She wasn’t surprised in his shock. If anyone was surprised, it was she. Cintra expected him to laugh or be repulsed but that wasn’t the case. After a moment of silence, Jason said yes to her crazy, forty-eight hour proposal to be his sex slave. She was stunned until she reminded herself this was just sex and most men wouldn’t knock it back. Regardless, Cintra planned to have her needs fulfilled and be stronger for the experience. She needed to lose control to know her limits. Doing that with Jason would prove two things: one, she could let go of tightly held inhibitions, and two, she could get the feelings she had for him out of her system. As for Jason, Cintra couldn’t explain how or why she knew it but in her heart, she believed she could trust him.
“Cintra?”
She looked up at him, “Sir?” Her voice was breathless with anticipation.
Jason unzipped his trousers and pulled back the fabric. His large, stiff dick poked out towards her. “Suck me.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Scarlet Harlot Publishing
• Release date: Feb 7, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465874337

Amarinda Jones

Amarinda Jones believes anything is possible and sometimes just asking for the impossible will surprise someone enough that they will give it to you. Writing is like that. Put it out there and wait for a response. There is always the possibility you may fall on your arse, but after all, that's what cellulite is for. Amarinda believes in taking chances, speaking her mind and aging disgracefully. Twenty years from now she plans on being the neighborhood witch that all the kids are scared of. But then, everyone has to have a hobby.

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Cintra

Prologue

Present day

Cintra, get in the car. A car pulled up beside the woman, shadowing her.

Cintra didn’t bother turning her head; she knew that voice. It belonged to the man she loved. No. If I falter now, I will never be free of him. He was her addiction. She re-adjusted the bag on her shoulder and kept walking.

I love you.

Cintra shook her head. No, you don’t. How could he? Love was about respect and commitment, not heat, lust, and dominance. You love what I do for you. It’s not the same thing, Jason.

What do you know about love? Have you ever felt it for anyone?

Yes. I love you. I’m not going to argue with you, Jason. It’s over. Even as Cintra said the words, she knew it never would be. He was the one person who would always haunt her thoughts and make her body ache for release.

You don’t trust anyone to get close enough to you.

That made her laugh, and Cintra stopped to look at him. Having a man’s dick in my mouth is not close? Having him thrusting inside my cunt isn’t personal enough?

Jason brought the car to a halt. I meant emotionally and you know it.

Yes, Cintra knew. Emotions are messy, and they get you into trouble. Besides, what do you know about real feelings?

I know you.

The soft look in his eyes battered her resolve for a moment. She swallowed hard, and once more, told herself to toughen up. He is my weakness. I should never have let him in. You only know the woman you created.

You came to me, remember? You wanted certain things and I gave them to you.

I was wrong. I didn’t expect to fall in love with you.

No, Cintra, you’re a coward.

She couldn’t deny that. He knew her too well. Everything they did together was what she asked him for. The plan was to take what he offered then walk away from him without looking back or having any deep, unresolved feelings. That had been impossible, of course. Things changed.

For the better.

You think so? There were things Cintra did that she knew she would never forget.

Yes, I do, but you’re too stubborn to admit it.

Jason— There is so much I want to say and ask, yet do I want to put myself through this again?

I love you, Cintra, and when you’re woman enough to accept that, come back to me.

Chapter One

Two days ago

For the next forty-eight hours you will always be naked in my presence. Jason stood before Cintra, his eyes hard on hers.

Yes. She was on her knees and naked before him. There was so much she wanted him to do to her. Cintra McLeod wanted to yell at him to fuck her hard and make her scream, but she didn’t. She was no longer in control. Cintra gave her body to his hands to do as he wished, for two days.

You will call me ‘sir’ and only speak when spoken to.

This is what I need. Yes. Her heart beat faster at the implications of what she was agreeing to. Cintra shifted slightly and squeezed her legs together in an effort to relieve the sudden, hot itch between them.

Jason stared down at her. Yes, what?

She swallowed hard. Yes, sir. Cintra never called anyone ‘sir’ in her life. No one ever earned that level of respect from her. As for Jason, he was taking her regardless of what she thought. The good girl inside her needed someone to blame for her need for reckless, hard sex.

You are my slave. Any man I choose can take you.

Cintra shivered. Yes, sir. It was hard to explain her need for a man to take and use her while having no control over what happened. Her body needed it. Her soul craved it. Some may call it sick, but Cintra didn’t care what others thought.

You have no life but the one I allow you.

Yes, sir. Cintra bowed her head in acceptance. From the moment she saw him, Cintra developed a mad crush on the darkly handsome, Jason Munro. Not that she let him know it. As was her nature, she pushed against that which she craved, especially when she knew the object of her lust probably wouldn’t feel the same way—and why would he? She was not thin or beautiful. Yet Cintra couldn’t understand why Jason kept approaching her when there were so many other women with their eyes locked on him. In her confusion, she was cold to him. In many ways, she believed it better to repel than be hurt.

However, that changed. The more she watched him, the more Cintra wanted a taste of Jason. It was madness of course, but lust and need had a way of making a woman do crazy things. So, in a desperate, weak, and needy move, she approached Jason. She wasn’t surprised by his shock. If anyone was surprised, it was she. Cintra expected him to laugh or be repulsed but that wasn’t the case. After a moment of silence, Jason said yes to her crazy, forty-eight hour proposal to be his sex slave. She was stunned until she reminded herself this was just sex and most men wouldn’t knock it back. Regardless, Cintra planned to have her needs fulfilled and be stronger for the experience. She needed to lose control to know her limits. Doing that with Jason would prove two things—one, she could let go of tightly held inhibitions, and two, she could get the feelings she had for him out of her system. As for Jason, Cintra couldn’t explain how or why she knew it but in her heart, she believed she could trust him.

Cintra?

She looked up at him, Sir? Her voice was breathless with anticipation.

Jason unzipped his trousers and pulled back the fabric. His large, stiff dick poked out towards her. Suck me.

Cintra licked her lips, her eyes locked on his dick. To hear his order to suck him made her heart beat wildly. She crawled on her hands and knees, opened her mouth, and covered the thick, helmeted knob of flesh before her.

* * * *

Jason Munro closed his eyes and sighed as Cintra’s lips slid over his dick, sucking it inside her mouth. He ran his fingers through her hair. Once more, he wondered how he got so lucky. At first, he was stunned when Cintra approached him in his own home and asked to be his slave for forty-eight hours, that weekend. Never for one moment would he have thought Cintra would ask such a thing. It wasn’t that he was shocked when she told him what she wanted. Jason understood that some women wanted to live out the fantasy of being a sex slave and have random sex with strangers. He made no judgments on what others needed to do. However, it excited him that Cintra trusted him enough to have power over her body. Though, he did find it odd that she always seemed so in control and cool towards him. Often he wondered if maybe that coolness had another reason behind it. Did she feel the same thing as he did when he looked at her? Did Cintra want to taste and touch him as he hungered for her?

Jason met Cintra at a friend’s party, six months ago. He had been bored and about to leave when he saw the raven haired Cintra across the room. She wasn’t like the other women there.