by Tara Sue Me
wanted him, odds were good he’d take his sweet time giving it to her.
“None of that, now.” He hooked his fingers in the legs of the thong and slowly pulled it down and off. “You know I’ll make you feel good.”
She found her voice. “Yes, Sir. I know you will. I’m just wondering how long you’re going to make me wait until you do.”
“With an attitude like that, I might tease you all night long. What do you think of that?”
“I think I’ll die from pleasure overload, Sir.”
“I doubt anyone’s ever died from pleasure overload.”
“How many people have you teased all night long?”
“You’d be the first.”
“There you go. You tease me all night, it’ll be your fault when I pass out dead. Be kind of embarrassing to explain it to the police, don’t you think?”
He laughed. She loved that they could be so carefree together, even in their respective roles. So many of the Dominants she’d played with in the past took everything much too seriously. Not Luke. He could be serious, but he was also playful and funny.
“You know what I think?” he asked, tracing circles right above her clit.
I know what I think. I think I want your fingers just a touch lower. “I’m afraid to ask, Sir.”
“I think you talk too much.”
She clamped her lips together, expecting him to get on her about her chatter. So much for playful Luke.
“Yes,” he said. “You talk entirely too much. I think you need a distraction to help you be silent.”
He didn’t make her wait long to find out what he meant by that. Before she had time to think, she felt him move between her legs and his mouth was on her. She was so surprised, she let out a yelp before she could stop it.
“Mmm, not quite silent, but definitely no chatter.” His breath was hot against her skin. She’d had a wax the day before and she was hypersensitive there. She clenched her fist to keep from grabbing his hair and pushing him to where she wanted him to be.
Deep breaths, she told herself. You know that he’ll make it better than what you could do on your own. She took another breath and felt her body relax more.
“Your submission isn’t something you hand over lightly,” he said. “Thank you for trusting me with it.”
He was sexy as all fuck, but when he said things like that, he came very near to stealing her heart. The meaning and truth of his words, and who he was, swept over her, and she relaxed further, knowing he had her best interest at heart. That he wanted only her pleasure.
“I like you like this.” His chin was rough on her skin. “So accepting and compliant.”
She couldn’t help it when she replied, “Don’t get used to it, Sir.”
His laugh was muffled by the fact he’d just sucked her clit into his mouth. Her body tensed with the effort not to come.
He pulled back. “Don’t hold back tonight. I want to hear all your sounds and I want you to come as many times as you’re able.”
“You’re going to be the death of me, Sir.”
He didn’t reply, but went back to his slow, teasing torture with his mouth. Freed from having to withhold her release, she let her orgasm sweep over her. She thought he’d stop then, but apparently he wasn’t finished. It wasn’t until she came a second time that he stepped away.
“Lift your shirt. Let me see those gorgeous breasts,” he said.
From her place on the countertop, she arched her back and slid her shirt up. She wished she could see him, could see his eyes. That way she’d know what he was thinking.
Which was probably why he’d blindfolded her. So she wouldn’t. It wasn’t her place to think right now.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he said, running his hands over her chest. “I could feast on you.”
She jerked when something cold dribbled across her nipples.
“Mmm,” he said. “Now that looks delicious.”
She wondered what it was that he had put on her. She tried to remember what she had in her refrigerator, and she hoped beyond hope that it wasn’t expired. That would not be good.
“Uh, Sir?”
“Yes.”
“You might want to check the expiration date on whatever that was.” Damn, that was embarrassing to admit.
“You have expired food in your refrigerator?”
“I’m saying the potential exists that there could be expired food in my refrigerator.”
He was silent for several seconds. Heavens, what could he be thinking? Was he looking in the refrigerator? Again, she tried to think about what could be in there that he could possibly have used.
“Okay,” he said. “Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to check the expiration date on this caramel sauce, and if it’s good we’ll continue. If it’s bad, I’ll have you write an essay on the dangers of expired food. And I’ll probably spank you.”
The caramel sauce. How long had that been in there? She thought it had been there for quite a while, but didn’t those things have a long use time? Writing an essay sounded boring as hell.
She heard the refrigerator open again. She wished again she wasn’t blindfolded. That she could see was happening. Then the refrigerator closed.
“You’re in luck. It’s all good.” He licked a nipple. “But you are still a very naughty girl for making me worry like that.”
She arched her back as he continued his assault on her breasts. He was true to his word and made a feast of her. His teeth, his tongue, and his lips. They were everywhere, and yet they still weren’t enough.
“You’re still sticky,” he said. “I’m going to make you take a shower after I fuck you. Maybe I’ll take you in the shower. Or maybe I’ll have you suck me off.”
At the moment, she would agree to almost anything if he would keep touching her.
“But for now . . .”
He didn’t say anything else; he simply pulled her to the edge of the counter, spread her legs wide, and entered her with one hard thrust. The feeling of being possessed was made all the more intense by not being able to see. It had been far too long since she had been with a Dom who knew what he was doing as well as Luke did.
He alternated his movements between hard and deep, and slow and shallow. In doing so, he hit parts of her she didn’t know she had. And the spots were very, very happy he found them.
“Holy shit, yes,” she muttered when he hit a particularly sensitive area.
He redoubled his efforts, until his pounding was almost punishing. And still she wanted more. She didn’t think she would ever get enough of him, and though that made her slightly worried, she wasn’t going to think about that at the moment.
He slipped a hand between them, to circle her clit. It took only two swipes of his fingers across the sensitive area for her to come completely undone. She screamed her release as he gave one last hard thrust and gave in to his own.
He reached up and undid the blindfold. He ran his hands up her body, pulling her down off the countertop until she was standing and pressed against him.
“How is it possible for you to keep taking my breath away?” he whispered, and pressed his lips against hers in what began as a soft kiss, but grew in intensity until they were both panting for more.
“I don’t know,” she said. “But you do the same to me.”
“Your kitchen is a mess.”
“I don’t care,” she said in between kisses.
“Shower?”
“Yes, someone got me all sticky.”
“I didn’t hear any complaints.” He bent his head and licked her nipple. “Mmm, caramel’s my favorite.”
“Next time I put the caramel all over you.”
He chuckled. “We’ll have to see about that. Which way to the bathroom?”
She held out her hand. “Come with me.”
She had never been more thankful of her tendency to stress-clean than she was when she led Luke into the bathroom. How embarrassing it would have been had the bathroo
m been dirty. Fortunately, both the bathroom and the kitchen had been well cleaned before his arrival.
“Nice place.” Luke looked around the bathroom as they stepped inside.
She loved her bathroom. Bigger than what you could normally find in the city, she’d had the space redone to include a large shower and double vanities. She modeled it after a spa, with the thoughts that it would be comforting after a long day’s work. Truthfully, she never thought about inviting a man into it.
Ever the Dom, Luke made himself right at home, turning on the water, and taking two towels from the towel rack to place on nearby hooks.
He peeked inside her shower. “I bet you only have girly soap, don’t you?”
“The alternative would suggest I make it a common occurrence to have men in my shower.”
She didn’t miss the flash of jealousy that was apparent in his eyes for just a brief second.
“When you put it that way.” He shrugged.
“Kind of makes you like girly soap, doesn’t it?”
“I’ll never have been happier to smell like a rose,” he said with a grin.
She dug through her cabinet drawers until she found a neutral scent she’d picked up at a hotel. “Lucky for you, I’m all out of rose.”
“Bless you.”
“I have to admit, I’m not overly fond of my man smelling like a rose.”
His grin grew larger. “Your man?”
Did she say that? Was he upset? He didn’t look upset, but on some men it was hard to tell.
“I, uh, mean, you know. Is that what I said?”
No, he didn’t look upset at all. In fact, he looked the exact opposite of upset. He started walking toward her and his movements reminded her of a tiger she once saw in the zoo: confident with a hint of cocky. The corner of his mouth lifted up. “Oh yes. You definitely said it.”
With one quick move, he captured her in his arms. “You said your man.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to deny it, but before she could, he covered her mouth with his. “Turns me on so much to hear you say that,” he said when he broke the kiss for air. “To think of you as my woman.”
Just that quickly, all thoughts of soap, cleaning the apartment, and denying him anything flew out the window. And in that second, she wanted to be his woman, and even more so, his submissive.
In the back of her mind, there was the nagging voice telling her she couldn’t be his anything with The Taskmaster between them. But she refused to dwell on that while she was in Luke’s arms, kissing him, with his hands promising all sorts of sensual pleasure. She wanted to freeze time and stay in this moment forever, because surely nothing could beat naked Luke in her steamy bathroom.
He pulled away. “We’d better get in the shower if we don’t want to run out of hot water.”
“Always so practical.”
“It’s more than being practical. It’s about keeping you naked and wet as long as possible.”
“I see. So it’s really you just being perverted?”
“I assume that’s a rhetorical question.”
She laughed, enjoying the easy banter between them, and decided for the rest of the night she wasn’t going to spend one second thinking about The Taskmaster. At the moment, there was only space for Luke in her thoughts.
And right now he was stepping into her shower and his ass looked so fine. . . .
“You’re staring at my ass, aren’t you?” he asked.
“I don’t know why you would assume that.” She was only slightly perturbed he’d known what she was doing.
“I can tell by the sound of your voice that I’m right.”
“You don’t always have to be right, you know. Or get the last word in.”
“Meagan?”
“Yes?”
“Get your ass in here.”
She mumbled halfheartedly for a few seconds about how bossy he was, but as soon as she stepped into the shower, he stopped her with a kiss. His lips were urgent, like he hadn’t gotten enough of her in the kitchen. She was only vaguely aware of the hot water washing over her. Luke had moved into her mind, leaving little room for anything else.
“You look so damn hot covered in water.” His gaze traveled up and down her body. “I may keep you in the shower indefinitely.”
“That would be hell on your camera and equipment.”
His lips were back on her, and she tipped her head to give him greater access as he nibbled his way down. “Who needs cameras when I’ve got you naked and wet in my arms?”
“Know what’s even better?”
“Nothing.”
She laughed. “Me naked and wet and bathing you.”
“That might do me in,” he said, but in all fairness, he looked pretty damn hot himself.
“Let’s see, shall we?”
She took a clean cloth and worked the hotel body wash into a rich lather. Starting at his neck, she took her time, squeezing the soapy water over his shoulders and scrubbing. Surprisingly enough, he remained still, letting her explore his body while she washed it.
“Turn around,” she said.
She loved his back. It was all strength and muscles, and she couldn’t help but taste him. She licked him right between the shoulder blades and delighted in the groan he gave in return.
“Like that?” she asked.
“Fuck, yes,” he moaned when she went a step further and lightly scratched him with her nails. She catalogued all his responses, wanting to commit to memory everything he liked. Before when they were together, she was so caught up in him and experiencing submission for the first time, she hadn’t paid close attention to his body.
Now, she suddenly realized, she could. Especially with her experience as a Top. Until the impromptu shower with Luke, she’d never thought about using the Domme side of her to enhance her service as a submissive. Funny, she thought, since she’d always been quick to tell others how being a submissive helped one to Top.
She didn’t know she’d laughed out loud until Luke turned around and she realized she’d stopped washing him.
“Is my backside humorous?” he asked. He tried to look behind him. “I mean, I always thought it was rather average-looking, but now I’m worried. Especially if the sight of it makes you laugh right when you were in the middle of doing something else.”
“Oh, no.” She shook her head. “I wasn’t laughing at your backside.”
He took a step toward her and pressed her against the tile shower wall. “Thank goodness. What was so funny, then?”
She ran her hands down his chest, delighting in the way he sucked in his breath. “It’s not overly humorous. Just something I found interesting.”
He nibbled on her ear. “Tell me, before we run out of hot water.”
“I’ve already washed you. If we run out of water, you’ll be fine. I’ll be the one who’s still sticky.”
“Point taken. I’ll wash you while you talk.” He didn’t wait, but lathered up body wash and started on her shoulders.
“You know, it’s really hard to remember what I was thinking about with you doing that.”
He brushed her nipple. “Too bad. Talk.”
Trying to concentrate on what she’d been thinking about before Luke got his hands all over her body, she took a deep breath. “You know how they always say it’s good for a Dominant to have experience as a sub?”
