Seduce

by Marie Tuhart

  “Will you touch me?” she whispered, her breath caressing his skin.

  An idea formed in his mind. “Let’s do this. I want you to strip off your top and sit back between my legs like we were.”

  “Okay.” Tessa rocked back onto her knees, stripped off her shirt, and reached for her bra.

  “Leave the bra on,” he ordered.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  His dick stiffened at her words.

  Tessa scooted around, sat between his legs, and leaned back.

  Oh, yes. This was good. He had access to her breasts, and when she was ready, he’d slip his hands down her pants and find her pussy.

  “Close your eyes,” he said, his lips next to her ear. Her lashes fluttered down. “I wanted to play with these beauties tonight at the club.” He kept his tone low as his palms cupped her fabric-clad breasts. “I felt them pressing against my chest that night as we danced. So full and firm.”

  A small tremor shook her body as he brushed his thumbs over her hard nipples beneath the lace. Good, she reacted to his words and his voice. He didn’t want her to zone out again, so he kept his tone low and even, avoiding the husky deep voice he used when in a scene.

  Lightning flashed, and Tessa jumped.

  “Easy, sweetie. The storm can’t touch you here in my arms.” He found the front clasp of her bra and flicked it open. She drew in a sharp breath and let it out.

  “So beautiful.” And they were. “Your skin is flushing, and your nipples are hard.”

  “Please,” she whispered.

  “Please what?” He circled her areola with his finger, not touching the nipple.

  “Damon…Sir…please touch me.”

  He flicked her right hardened peak with his nail.

  Her neck arched as she moaned.

  Then he did the same to her left one. Another moan.

  Damon lifted his hand to her chin and tilted her head back. He took her lips with his as he pinched her nipples.

  Her cry of surprise was swallowed by his kiss, but she didn’t pull away; instead, she pushed her breasts into his hands. Yes, they were going to have fun tonight.

  * * * *

  Tessa wondered if the storm outside had invaded her body. Her skin was alive with tingles spreading over her when Damon touched her. When he pinched her nipples, her stomach turned over with butterflies, and she cried out into his mouth, not in pain, but in surprise and pleasure.

  She shifted between his legs as her pussy throbbed while he continued to kiss her and play with her breasts, his touch alternating from soft to rough. And her body ate it up. She hadn’t expected all this heat sweeping through her. Not at all.

  Her body had never responded like this to any man. Damon’s touch called to her, caused her body to go up like a furnace, and she was going to answer. She wanted more from him. She tore her lips from his.

  “More, Damon,” she whispered.

  “No topping from the bottom.” He nipped at her lips.

  She groaned. “Please…Sir.” She needed more.

  “Let’s see.” He rolled her nipples between his fingers.

  “Oh yes, Sir.”

  Her tummy quivered as he slid his one hand down over her abs, then to the waistband of her jeans. Aw shit, she was still wearing her jeans and shoes. She wanted them off; she wanted to feel his skin against hers.

  Damon cupped her mound. She moaned. “Let me get these jeans off,” she whispered.

  “No.” His voice was firm.

  Instantly, her breath caught in her throat at that voice. Damn, what was it about his voice that did that to her? She’d been around other men with deep husky tones like Damon, but there was underlying steel to his voice that instantly made her blood boil and her bones melt.

  “Please, Sir. I want your touch.”

  “And you will have it.”

  She breathed a sigh of relief.

  “When I’m ready to give it to you.”

  Shit. He pressed his fingers against the seam of her jeans where it covered her pussy. Unable to stop herself, she bent her knees and opened herself to him.

  “Vixen.” He nipped her ear as his fingers danced over her fabric-covered mound.

  Tessa couldn’t help herself; she shifted her groin. Damon removed his hand, and she moaned.

  “We’re going to do this my way,” he declared.

  “Yes, Sir.” While she wanted more, he was right. She was trying to top from the bottom.

  “Sit up.” Tessa complied.

  Damon stood up. “Stay here.” He went into the kitchen. Tessa debated following him, but he’d told her to stay. She would show him she could follow his orders, make him proud of her.

  He came back with something hidden behind his back.

  “Stand up.”

  Tessa swallowed and did as he asked. The sweat pants he wore outlined his hard cock. A bolt of excitement flowed through her veins, knowing she made him hard. She started to reach out and at the last second pulled her hand back.

  “Please strip.” His voice was husky, but gentle.

  She rose to her feet, removed her bra, toed off her shoes, and pulled her jeans, panties, and socks off. Tessa straightened and met Damon’s gaze. Her breath whooshed out of her at the heat in his eyes.

  “Damn, woman.” He placed something on the sofa where she couldn’t see it, then he began rearranging the pillows, before holding his hands out to her. Without hesitation, she put her hands in his.

  “I’m going to help you to the floor and arrange you the way I want you.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Was that her breathless voice? Damon did that to her.

  “Please kneel down.”

  She knelt, while he held her hands.

  “Now, sit, then lie back.”

  Tessa took a deep breath. She was putting a lot of trust in Damon; then again, if she didn’t trust him, she wouldn’t have asked him to be her trainer.

  Once she was on her ass, she leaned back, and Damon slowly lowered her to the floor.

  “Easy,” he said once she was lying on the floor. He knelt down and adjusted the pillow beneath her neck so it supported her head better. “Okay?”

  “I’m fine, Sir.”

  He grinned and dropped a kiss on her nose before he moved to her legs. “I want you to lift your fine ass off the floor.”

  Heat flooded her face, but she did as he asked, and he slipped two pillows under her. One at the small of her back, the other beneath her ass. Her legs fell open naturally, the cool air in the room caressing her slit.

  “Very nice,” he said, rising to his feet. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

  He disappeared. Tessa wondered what he was doing. The low rumble of thunder flowed through the room. Damon came back, holding a towel and one of her scarves.

  “Are you okay with me using your scarf as a blindfold?”

  “Yes, Sir.” A thrill of anticipation skimmed over her skin. She’d only experienced a blindfold once with her mentor in DC. When he’d blindfolded her, he’d told her to use her other senses. He’d also told her that the blindfold would help her to learn to trust her Dom.

  Damon knelt by her head and placed the scarf over her eyes. He gently lifted her head and tied it. She couldn’t see anything. Then she giggled. The power was out; of course, she couldn’t see much. The lantern gave off low light.

  “Is that comfortable?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I want to hear you, so any noises you want to make, make them. Safe words?”

  “Yellow to slow down. Red to stop.”

  “Right. Now let’s have some fun.”

  Tessa turned her head, forgetting she couldn’t see. So she closed her eyes and listened. Something clinked together and silence. Warm hands touched her knees, and she jumped.

  “Just me, sweetie.” There was a twinge of humor in his voice.

  She blew out a breath and calmed her nerves. Damon’s touch was soft as he skimmed his fingers from her knees up the inside of her thighs. Her musc
les quivered as he pushed her thighs apart, exposing her further.

  “So pretty,” he whispered as he drew a finger over her slit.

  It took everything she had not to squirm under his touch as her pussy clamped down.

  Then he blew over her mound. She groaned as her muscles tightened with need. His cheek rubbed the inside of her left thigh as his fingers parted her slit. His hot breath caressed her skin.

  “Ohhhhh!” The exclamation slipped from her lips when he ran his tongue over her slit and caressed her clit. Moisture gathered in her pussy.

  “I need a better taste,” he whispered.

  Before she could reach, his mouth closed over her pussy. Thankfully, he’d put his hands on her hips, which prevented her from lifting up. “Fuck,” she whispered as he ran his tongue through her folds, darting into her pussy and back out to tease her clit.

  Her toes curled into the light carpeting. One swipe of his tongue and her body was on fire.

  “Very sweet,” he remarked after raising his head. “You’re all flushed, sweetie. Are you enjoying this?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She forced the words past her lips, her choppy breath not leaving much room for words.

  “Good. Let’s see if I can make you fly.”

  Before she could think of what his words meant, his mouth closed over her clit, and he thrust a finger into her pussy.

  This time, she arched her hips. Oh my goodness. His finger twisting in her pussy, along with his tongue playing with her clit and teasing it, made her muscles clench.

  Damon withdrew his finger, and Tessa drew in several sharp breaths only to lose it again as he thrust in two fingers.

  “How long has it been for you?” he asked, lifting his head and wiggling his fingers.

  He asked her a question? Oh yes. “Several years.” He was a sorcerer. No man had got her this hot and bothered so quickly.

  “Poor Tessa.”

  Her only warning was the puff of his breath before he captured her clit once again.

  Her head twisted on the pillow. Without thought, she raised her hands to find his head. Her fingers brushed his hair, and he stopped moving his fingers and lifted his head.

  “Hands down.”

  With his order, she dropped her arms to her sides and felt her body sink against the carpet.

  “No touching.”

  “But—”

  “No buts. Keep your hands at your sides, or I’ll stop.”

  Damn Dom. After a few moments, he started again.

  Her body hadn’t even had time to cool off. Each flick of his tongue against her clit and thrust of his fingers took her higher and higher. A bolt of lightning shot from her clit to her nipples and back again.

  She wasn’t going to last long. Quivers ran through her muscles, causing her toes and fingers to curl into the carpet. As if Damon knew what was going on, he began to thrust his fingers harder and faster.

  Tessa opened her mouth but found she could barely breathe, so words weren’t going to happen, no matter what she wanted to say to him.

  Damon curled his fingers, and Tessa cried out as her climax rolled over her. The tremors shook her body. But Damon didn’t stop; his tongue kept tormenting her clit. She twisted her head as she heard something. A clink or a clank of something he was picking up. What devious plan did this man have now?

  Barely as the thought formed, she cried out again.

  Ice. He’d put ice on her nipple. The sensation carried her to orgasm again. “Damon,” she whispered. She couldn’t take it. Her senses were on overload.

  “Easy, sweet Tessa.” The ice moved to the other nipple, and while she didn’t cry out this time, a moan left her lips.

  “Too much.” She fought to get the words out. Then the world faded out.

  * * * *

  Tessa’s body went lax, and Damon dropped the ice cube. “Tessa?” He drew off the scarf. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing labored. Damon checked her pulse, rapid but steady.

  Should he call 911? Then she moaned. “Tessa.” Damn it, he’d rather cut off his right arm than see her hurt. “Sweetie.” He put his arms around her and held her in a sitting position, supporting her head.

  “You killed me,” she whispered.

  “What?” Her pulse was steady.

  “You killed me with pleasure.” Her lashes rose.

  “Sweetheart, are you okay?”

  Her brown eyes were languid, and a smile played around her lips. “I’m fine. Kind of passed out from all that bliss.”

  “Don’t scare me like that.” Damon rose to his knees, then lifted her into his arms.

  “Damon?” Her arms went around his neck.

  “Shhhh.” He was glad he’d put one of the lanterns in the bedroom earlier. He carried her into the room and laid her on the bed. “Stay put.”

  Damon quickly turned off the lantern in the other room and put the glass of ice in the kitchen before returning to the bedroom with a glass of water for Tessa.

  Tessa was on her side, her eyes half open. “Devious man,” she whispered.

  He grinned. “Drink.” He helped her sit so she could drink. She was okay. The tightness in his chest lessened. She finished the water, and he put the glass on the nightstand, climbed onto the mattress, and pulled her into his arms. His cock pulsed with need, but he ignored it the best he could. This was about her.

  “I can’t believe I passed out.” Her voice was getting stronger.

  “The last thing you said was too much.” He tightened his arms around her as his fear of losing her receded.

  “The sensations. I’m having a hard time describing them.”

  “Was it the ice?” He’d played with ice before but never with her reaction.

  “Ice, heat, everything. It was like I was in pleasure overload. That’s the only way I can explain it.”

  “I’ll remember that.” His lips brushed her forehead. “Rest.” He reached over and turned the lantern off. Tessa snuggled against him. It took Damon some time to fall asleep. She was safe in his arms. He knew that, but her reaction had scared the crap out of him. He couldn’t lose her. He wouldn’t.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  The next morning, Tessa sat at the table while Damon cooked. “You never did tell me what you do with your engineering degree.” She’d offered to help him, but he told her to sit down and let him surprise her.

  “I’m not sure you’re ready for that yet.”

  “Come on, Damon. We slept together last night.” With the storm last night, power was still out in places, and trees were down on roadways. Though her power had come back on, her boss had texted her that, since there was no power at the library, she should stay home.

  He stayed silent as he slid two perfect omelets onto plates and carried them to her small table. Damon set her plate in front of her and turned his head. “I need to hear specific consent that you want to know what I do with my degree.”

  Her eyes widened. “Don’t you think we’re past the consent phase?”

  “Not for this.” He stared at her. “I’ve had some bad reactions to what I do for a living.”

  “I want to hear.” He grinned before taking his seat and setting his food down. “What could be so private you needed consent from me?” She picked up her coffee mug and took a sip.

  “Because I use my engineering degrees to make adult toys.”

  Tessa almost spit out the coffee in her mouth. Instead, she started coughing. Damon rose, but she waved him back down. She had tears in her eyes by the time she got her coughing fit under control.

  “Not what I was expecting to hear.” She took a small sip of water and caught her breath.

  “Now you know why I needed consent.”

  “How did you get into designing adult toys? Somehow, I don’t think there are college classes for that.” She took a bite of her ham, cheese, and spinach omelet. It melted in her mouth. This man could cook.

  “By accident. I was an electrical engineering student, and one summer I took a summer job, not r
ealizing it was on an adult film crew.”

  Tessa stared at him. “How did you not know?”

  “They advertised for an electrician to help with lighting. I thought it was a wiring job.”

  “Must have been a surprise when you found out what the job really was.” She finished her omelet.

  “It was, but since I was already in the lifestyle, I decided, why not?”

  “So what were you doing?”

  “Actually helping with the lighting. Making sure the lights were in working order and holding them when needed.”

  “How did that evolve into making adult toys?”

  “They were using dildos and vibrators on the set, and the female leads kept complaining how unrealistic they were. It got me thinking. So I started designing some toys. Even when college classes started back up, I’d go visit the film company and talk with everyone about the toys.”

  “You had a built-in test group.”

  He laughed. “I guess I did. I’ve never thought of it that way.” He finished his food and took a drink of his coffee. “You’re taking this very well.”

  “Why wouldn’t I? It’s fascinating.” She rested her chin in her hand. “Have people reacted badly?”

  “Not people in the lifestyle, but outside of it, yes.”

  “They don’t understand?”

  “There is that. My ex-girlfriend thought I could do better in life than make adult toys.”

  “Based on what I saw of your home, I’d say you’re doing pretty darn well.”

  “I have a good clientele.”

  “Does that include the adult film industry?”

  “It does.” He flashed her a smile. “What started off as a small thing turned into a big business for me.”

  “I love it.” She stood and picked up their plates. “I think it’s fantastic you can do something you love, and it makes you money.”

  “What about you?” He followed her with their empty coffee mugs. “Do you love being a librarian?”

  “Actually, I do.” She did love her job. “My job is good to me, and I’m lucky enough to make a good salary.”

  “I hear a but in there.”

  “Yes and no. When I was in high school, I really wanted to work in a museum.”