Edible

by Ella Frank

  “What do we have here?” He leaned in to blow against the glistening metal. “You didn’t tell me about this,” he accused, peering up at her, an inch away from the most vulnerable part of her body.

  “You…ahh—”

  She broke off as he blew against her sweet swollen flesh again.

  “Yes, Rachel?”

  “You never asked.”

  “No, I don’t suppose I did. Seems you and I have a lot more in common than I thought.”

  His eyes moved back to the piercing, and he shook his head in disbelief before firmly holding the panties aside.

  “Rachel?” he asked again without looking up at her.

  Her hands were by her side, but he could see her fists were clenched.

  “While you are here, this is mine.”

  With that, he leaned in and swiped his tongue in a delicious hot lick against the two silver studs beckoning him.

  Rachel couldn’t believe her knees hadn’t given out on her yet. What Cole was currently doing with his tongue ought to be illegal. True, he was only touching her with one hand, but his mouth and tongue—tracing, flicking, and sucking her piercing—was destroying her.

  She couldn’t help the moan that slipped free from her throat as his finger joined in on the action as he moved it down to rub between her slick, sensitive lips. Finally feeling her stance becoming perilous, she reached out to gently grip his hair. He lifted his eyes to hers, and she should have been scared from the intensity she saw in them, but she wasn’t. She was buzzing and high on the lust coursing through her body like a raging inferno.

  “Lift your left leg, Rachel, and put it over my shoulder.”

  Oh fuck was all Rachel could think as she moved to drape her leg over his strong shoulder. She was suddenly grateful to all her kickboxing training for giving her great balance because she knew she would need it the minute he lifted his hand and tugged her thigh further over him. Her piercing brushed against his rapacious mouth, and all Rachel could do was hold on and hope for the best.

  “You look…” He licked. “Smell…”

  Oh god, another lick.

  “And taste…Jesus, Rachel…too fucking good,” he murmured against her heated flesh.

  Rachel could feel the scrape of his stubble against her bare thighs as he finally moved his mouth from the piercing to her clit. Without hesitation, he sucked it between his greedy lips.

  “Oh! God!” She groaned as she started to push her hips toward him, getting herself as close to that dexterous tongue as she could. She gripped his hair and tightened her leg over his shoulder, trying to pull him in closer to her.

  That was when she felt a finger move up and slip through her juices, slowly pushing into her needy body. Crying out at the top of her lungs, Rachel let her head fall back as he fucked her with one hand and sucked her to the most spectacular climax she had ever had.

  As her orgasm hit, like a wave crashing down upon her, she gave him what he had asked for. She screamed his name like her life depended on it.

  When she opened her eyes, he promised, “Now, it’s my turn.”

  Rachel gazed down at the man who had her thigh propped up on his large shoulder. His face was tilted up to her, and the expression in his eyes told her things were about to get a whole lot more intense in a matter of seconds.

  His decadent mouth was glistening from where he had just had his lips. As a smug smirk—which were the only words Rachel could think to call it—curled his lips, she almost lost her balance.

  She could feel his right finger drawing lazy circles up the outside of her left thigh that was still draped over him, and just like he had promised, he had not used more than one hand. The other remained in a fist by his thigh. When he reached the edge of her lace panties, he ran the tip of his finger under it, and with a swift and concise move, he snapped the material in two. Feeling her breath catch, she tried to hold back a moan as he dragged them from her overly sensitive body, leaving her bare from the waist down. He dangled the material out to the side before dropping them onto the rug he was standing on.

  Releasing her hold on his hair, Rachel moved to reclaim her leg, and he let it go reluctantly. When she finally had her feet steady under her, he held up both hands and moved quickly, grabbing her hips and tugging her forward. She stumbled a little and reached out to grip his shoulders to balance herself.

  “I kept both promises. Time to renegotiate,” he told her, sliding both palms around to cup her bare ass. “Hang on,” he instructed. Gripping her tightly, he took a step back and lifted her from the trunk.

  Rachel let out a soft gasp as she was hauled against him, her body flush against his. He lowered her down his body, her heated skin rubbing all along the material of his clothes. When her aching mound slid against his hard cock, she took a moment to push against it, squirming like a cat in heat.

  “Stop it,” he admonished as he gripped the tops of her arms.

  Looking up at him, Rachel found herself complying.

  Amazing, she thought as she stared into calm, steady eyes that immobilized her. This is what I have been looking for.

  It was what her body had been craving all those years since him.

  She wasn’t the Super Domme that Shelly had drunkenly labeled her. She just hadn’t wanted to end up on the wrong end of a man who wanted to control her by using his fists ever again.

  This man though—this man who was watching her like a hawk—had kept his word. He had done everything she had asked, and he was still waiting on her to make some kind of move to show him she was on board.

  Slowly, she licked her lips as she locked eyes with Cole.

  Cole released her arms, took a step back, and then walked around her. He was impressed when she didn’t turn her head to follow his movements. In fact, he was pretty much impressed with everything she had done, including her ability to still be standing and breathing after the orgasm he had just given her.

  He was so unbelievably hard right now that he had to take this moment to calm the hell down. She was standing on his cream rug in her black heels, stockings, and corset with no panties in sight, and she looked damn inspiring.

  When he was standing behind her, he stepped forward and gripped the ends of the bow tied at the sway of her back on her corset.

  “So, with the original agreement up for discussion, I would like to petition to now use both of my hands. Come on, Rachel, you know you want me to, so just say the word.”

  He tugged the laces free as he worked his way up the back of her top. When she glanced over her shoulder, Cole made sure his eyes met with hers.

  “Do I get to make a demand of my own?”

  Cole arched a brow. “Well, that’s not usually how I work, but I’m feeling generous tonight.”

  “Oh, how kind of you,” she muttered.

  When he finally reached the top of the corset, he separated and removed it before dropping it onto the trunk. He fingered the top of the tattoo at the base of her neck and stroked his way over the repeated Chinese symbols down her spine. He was familiar with the characters, and he read each mark as his finger passed over it. Pride, Strength, Hope, Love. They repeated down her back, like a mantra. He also noticed a verse in script along her rib cage, but he couldn’t make out the words from where he was currently standing.

  “I’m not being kind, Rachel. I just figured the more lenient I am tonight, the more likely you will stay.” Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to her right shoulder. “You know what I want—both hands, your free will, and you with me for a week. Can I have that?”

  His tongue came out to flirt with her skin. He dragged it seductively along her shoulder to her neck while still stroking his finger up and down her spine. “Will you give me that? Will you swallow your pride, show me your strength, and find the hope that this person took away from you?”

  Her spine stiffened under his fingers. “With you?”

  “Maybe, but for now, all I’m asking is that you let me prove to you that not all men are like him,
that I am not like him.” Cole took a deep breath just behind her right ear. “Turn around.”

  She held her head high and proud as she turned to look directly at him, letting him know she didn’t care in the least that she was standing before him completely naked, save for her heels, stockings, and the black ribbon around her neck.

  Cole made sure to keep his eyes on hers even though his whole body was screaming at him to look down. Look down and see the rest of what you have uncovered!

  “My final negotiation is this: You with me every night this week and every morning when I wake up. I get to touch you with all of my body, no restrictions.”

  He saw her sway a little, and he wondered if she even realized she did it. As her eyes dilated, it was obvious how turned on she was, and the thought of being with him in that way was pressing a button she didn’t even seem to recognize.

  “What do I get?” she finally asked.

  Cole wrapped an arm around her waist so fast that she didn’t even see it coming. Tugging her body forward toward his, he made sure to press every hard inch of himself up against her as he leaned her slightly back and loomed down over her. “You get ten seconds to ask for two things, and then you get me.”

  Rachel felt her pussy clench as she stared into eyes that had flashed to fire. He was incredible as he hovered over her. She could tell he was wound tight because his cock was pulsating against her body, like a second heartbeat.

  Everything he’d said and done to her had been designed to drive her out of her mind, and it had worked. As she stood there, wrapped in his strong arms, she found it difficult to think, let alone think of two things to ask for.

  “So, what will it be, Rachel?”

  Rachel squirmed against his clothing, enjoying the feel of her flesh rubbing against the material. Finally, she came up with something she wanted more than anything at this moment. “I want you to take off your shirt and pants.”

  She watched as an expression close to triumph crossed Cole’s features.

  Ever the lawyer, he clarified, “So, that’s a yes then?”

  Rachel nodded. “I said yes before, but to be crystal clear now, yes, I accept.”

  “Done,” he agreed, sealing her fate. Releasing his hold around her waist, he told her, “Go and lie down on my bed. I’ll be right there.”

  Rachel took a deep breath and went to move past him, but then his hand shot out to grip her arm. Glancing down, she saw a glimpse of writing on his forearm before he drew her attention back to his face.

  “Leave on your stockings. I want to take them off.”

  Stepping around him, she made her way over to the large bed and crawled up onto the cream duvet. As she went to lie in the center, she removed the tie from her hair and fluffed it out around her.

  Turning on her knees, she noticed he hadn’t moved at all. His back facing her, he was still standing at the foot of the bed where she had left him. Placing a pillow behind her head, she tried to remind herself to breathe as she reclined, but somehow, the message was not getting to her brain. Her heart started to beat erratically as she watched his large shoulders shifting slightly.

  What the hell is he waiting for?

  Her question was answered almost as soon as she thought it. Cole shrugged and let his black shirt fall down off his back and arms, revealing one of the most elaborate tattoos Rachel had ever seen. In the center of his shoulder blades was a circular but jagged pattern with intricate details. From where she was lying, Rachel couldn’t quite make out what exactly it was, but she thought it looked like several pitchforks or tridents. They were all joined in the center by what looked like a cog, and woven around it was what she thought could be rope.

  Now, that has to tell a story of some sort. Rachel found herself anxious to hear it. Holy shit, this guy is one surprise after another, she thought, squeezing her thighs together.

  He seemed to be cracking his neck while he stretched it from side to side, and Rachel kept her eyes fixed on him as he dropped the shirt onto the trunk. She really wanted a closer look at his ink, but she didn’t dare move. Quite honestly, she didn’t think she could if she wanted to.

  Once again, she caught a flash of the writing on his arm. It looked like it was in another language, and she was dying to ask him what it said. It was probably something stuffy, like I know everything, just ask me. At that thought, Rachel let out a small giggle.

  He looked over his shoulder, and as soon as their eyes locked, her mirth disappeared, complete and utter lust replacing it. He let his eyes finally trail down over her breasts, taut stomach, and navel ring until she felt it land between her thighs, which were currently squeezed tight together.

  Raising his eyes back to hers, he turned fully, and she caught a glimpse of another bold black ink design on the right side of his ribs. She couldn’t tell what it was, but as he started to unbuckle his belt, she didn’t think much beyond that.

  “Why are your legs squeezed so tightly together? It’s going to be difficult for me to get between them if you have them shut like a vise.”

  Of their own volition, Rachel’s thighs parted until she knew he was getting a perfect view of her piercing and the moisture made evident from her desire.

  “Hmm, that’s much better. Whenever you are waiting for me, always wait as though I’m above you and about to slide inside you. Always be ready for me.”

  Rachel felt her breath catch in her throat, and she realized then that she didn’t stand a chance in hell of resisting all that was Cole.

  Rachel was looking at him like she was going to come just from seeing him undress. He liked that, but he had other plans in mind, and just in case she had any ideas, he made himself perfectly clear.

  “For the next week, you don’t touch yourself unless I ask you to. Your orgasms, keep them all for me.” He pulled the belt from its loops, and when she didn’t respond, he pushed. “Got that?”

  She nodded, seemingly at a loss for words, as he toed off his shoes and began undoing his pants. Cole finally pushed them off his body, revealing a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers. Meticulous as ever, he bent down to pick up the pants, and then he placed them on the trunk.

  Removing his socks, he threw them on top of the pile before walking around to the side of the bed. Pressing one knee down on the mattress, he climbed up onto it, moving to the foot of the plush bedspread. When he got to her feet, he kneeled between her ankles and looked up her body.

  Fucking hell, her breasts are perfection, he thought as he continued raising his eyes until blue met hazel. Trying to stay on track, he chose not to comment.

  “Give me your left foot,” he demanded.

  She raised her foot to him, and he placed it against his shoulder. He noticed she couldn’t tear her eyes from his as he reached forward and rolled the stocking down her thigh, over her knee, and off her calf and ankle. He tossed the silk behind him as he placed her foot back down on the bed. He didn’t even have to request the second foot. Rachel automatically raised it, and he repeated the move. When he was done, she was completely naked, except for that pretty ribbon around her neck.

  Through a choppy breath, she asked, “What about you? You didn’t meet my requirements.”

  He raised his right arm to push his fingers through his hair. “Yes, I did.”

  Rachel seemed to think about that, but she couldn’t stop herself from arguing. “No, you didn’t.”

  Ahh, brave and daring. That will get her into trouble every time.

  Rachel shook her head, thinking back to their conversation. I asked him to remove his shirt and—

  Her thought was interrupted as two large hands suddenly gripped her ankles, hauling her down the mattress. Her eyes automatically focused on the large frame now moving down over her. Fitting his hips in tight against hers, Cole pushed hard as he placed both palms on each side of her head.

  “You asked me to remove my shirt and pants,” he reminded her.

  Rachel was trying to remember how to string a sentence together with so m
uch of him around and over her. All she could manage to say was, “You cheated.”

  The feral smile he gave her sent a thrill directly to her clit as he rocked his hips against her naked flesh.

  “I never cheat, Rachel, but I do pay attention to the details.”

  Raising her hands, she gripped his biceps as he continued to rock his hard-on against her.

  “So, this is it?”

  Cole leaned his head down to her ear and bit the lobe. “Why so impatient? Isn’t the wait half the fun? Just think how good it will be when I’m finally deep, deep inside you.”

  Rachel raised her hips up, chasing every thrust of his. “So, you’re a tease then?”

  Her eyes zoomed in on the flexing muscles and veins popping out along his biceps as Cole pushed himself up over her. Beneath his tamed and polished exterior, Cole was a fucking animal, and she wanted to be devoured by him.

  “I’m not teasing you yet. You’ve come twice. I haven’t come at all. I’m merely giving you incentive to stay the full week.”

  Rachel raised her thighs to each side of him and squeezed his hips tightly. Pulling herself up against him, she rubbed her piercing against his cotton-covered cock as she parted her mouth. All her efforts were an attempt to alleviate the building pressure between her thighs.

  “It’s not going to work,” he informed her as she continued to rub herself all over him. “And, if you come before I do, I’m not going to fuck you tomorrow either.”

  Immediately, Rachel stopped.

  “Ahh, that got your attention.”

  As she released her thighs from around his waist, she stretched them out beside his. “You said it was your turn. If not this, then what?”

  “It’s my turn to come.” Lowering his mouth to hers, he softly promised, “And I’m going to mark what’s mine.”

  Rachel’s eyes widened as she watched him move his right hand down her body until she felt it between her thighs.

  “And what’s mine, Rachel?”

  She was about to tell him when his fingers zeroed in on her piercing, and instead, she just moaned.