Body Rush

by Anne Rainey

  She scooted to the edge, letting her legs dangle over the side. “I’ve never been to the ocean, but I’ve always wanted to go.”

  He had a feeling there were a lot of things his sweet Lydia had never done, and he couldn’t wait to introduce her to every decadent one of them. “I’ll take you to Cancun,” he promised as he took off her glasses and placed them on the table next to the bed. “We can eat lobster and make love on the beach. Would you like that, baby?”

  “Dane.” Her whispered voice held a warning and Dane didn’t want to hear it. He leaned down and covered her lips with his own, stealing any further protests. She tasted like summer, soft and warm and inviting. He could drown in Lydia’s kisses. She clutched onto his shoulders, digging her little nails into his flesh through the cotton shirt. As she moaned, Dane took the kiss deeper, drawing her backward on the bed and covering her with his body. Her tongue came out, shyly exploring, and Dane opened, sucking it into his mouth. Lydia groaned and arched against him, her breasts flattening against his chest, driving out all sane thought. It wasn’t easy for him to lose control. He took pride in maintaining control in the bedroom, but Lydia went to his head quicker than whiskey.

  He pulled back and muttered, “Clothes.”

  Immediately Lydia grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged it upward. He started unbuttoning his dress shirt, watching as she exposed herself for him, one slow inch at a time. He knew she wasn’t intentionally trying to be seductive, but watching the pink T-shirt reveal her sexy slightly curved belly, caused Dane’s blood to pump hard and hot through his veins. As she exposed her breasts to his view, a haze of lust washed over him, driving out all else. He yanked, popping several buttons down the front of his shirt, and tossed it away. She stilled after her shirt hit the floor and bit her lip. Her plump breasts were a thing of beauty. Full, round and creamy, with little berry tips that he wanted to nibble on for hours. He ached to tie her breasts and spank them until they were a pretty shade of pink, then he’d fill her hot little pussy and drive them both over the edge.

  Dane started to loosen his black leather belt, then stopped and waited to see if Lydia would continue her little striptease. Her gaze ate him up and, if he didn’t miss his guess, she was also holding her breath.

  “Breathe, baby.” She flushed and let out a shuddering breath, her pretty tits jiggling. With her long dark hair spread out on the pillow beneath her, Dane thought she was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. “Finish it, Lydia.”

  Her fingers shook as she untied the front of her sweatpants. Dane felt a trickle of sweat run between his shoulder blades. After he pulled his belt free and laid it on the bed, he quickly finished undressing. With slow precise movements, Lydia slid her sweats down her thighs, revealing a pair of sheer red panties. He could easily see her dark curls. Dane inhaled, smelling her wet heat. Christ, he wanted to taste her. It had driven him crazy watching Trent lick at her sweet honey.

  Dane clutched Lydia’s waist and slid her farther onto the bed, then straddled her. With his hands at either side of her head, caging her in, he growled, “The other night you weren’t made to submit. This time I want to give you a taste of what it means to be dominated. Do you trust me, Lydia?”

  She closed her eyes and whispered, “Yes.”

  Dane wrapped a hand around her throat and gently squeezed. Her eyes popped open and both of her hands flew to his, intent on dragging his fingers away from her vulnerable neck. “Trust, Lydia. Drop your hands.” Lydia stared for long seconds but finally relented. He smiled down at her and released her. “Good girl.” Dane leaned down and licked a spot just behind her ear, then let his tongue travel downward, tasting a potent mix of cinnamon and woman.

  “Dane.”

  Hearing her huskily whisper his name made his cock achingly hard. He took his journey farther south until he reached the swell of her breast. “Cup it for me,” he ordered. When she didn’t obey, Dane leaned back and wrapped his fingers around it, then smacked the hard tip.

  She jumped. “Dane!”

  “Next time do as I say. I won’t repeat the commands, Lydia. You do everything I say without question. Understood?”

  She frowned up at him, that tempting defiant streak ever present. He spanked her breast again, this time a little harder. “I asked a question, sub.”

  “Yes.” Her voice wasn’t quite steady when she muttered, “I understand.”

  He smiled, his heart swelling. He could become addicted to Lydia’s special blend of defiance and submission. It was what every dom craved. A strong, independent woman outside the bedroom, but a sweet little submissive between the sheets.

  “Does your nipple hurt, Lydia? And be honest with me.”

  She glowered at him. “Not exactly.”

  She was clearly confused by her own reaction. “What does it feel like to have this pretty tit spanked?” He squeezed, drawing another moan from between her lips. “Does that little sting make your clit throb, baby?”

  “You’re driving me crazy, Dane,” she tossed back.

  He chuckled. “Good, then I’m not alone here.” He dipped his head and licked the hard bud, easing the slight sting, before sucking it into his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue and Lydia whimpered, digging her fingers into his hair, clutching his scalp. He continued teasing and nipping before he moved to the other swollen nipple and lavished it with the same avid attention.

  He traveled kisses down her ribcage to her belly before dipping his tongue into the little indentation there. She writhed beneath him and Dane let a low growl loose. He lifted his head and stared at the arousal in her eyes, the pretty flush of her cheeks. “You’re beautiful, Lydia. Such a lovely submissive, and all mine.”

  “Dane, please,” she pleaded. “I need you so badly.”

  He cupped her mound through the panties. They were drenched with her passion. “Shh, I know. But let me take my time. I need to savor this sweet body.”

  “Maybe it would be better to rush, then savor later.”

  Dane chuckled. God she was addicting. “No, sub.” He used the term on purpose, bringing them back to the game. “Quickies aren’t my thing. Relax and let me play with my pussy.”

  Dane reached down and caressed her tiny bud through her panties. She moaned but stayed still. He stared at the red panties and knew a sense of possessiveness he’d never before felt. If any other man saw her like this, he’d rip his head off. It wasn’t an entirely comfortable notion, considering how many times he, Mac and Trent had shared women. He knew in his gut there would be no repeat performance for them, not now that his heart had become involved.

  He licked a fiery path over the lace and watched her twist and thrash beneath him. He gripped her hip. “Open these silky thighs for me, baby.” Lydia obeyed without question this time—already she was becoming accustomed to his commands. He slid his index finger beneath the elastic leg band and pushed it out of his way. He inhaled the delicious scent of her arousal as he stared at the swollen clitoris and delicate slit. Dane stroked a finger between her pussy lips and had to hold her down to keep her from bucking him clear off the bed. He loved her uninhibited response to his touch. Slowly, Dane dipped his head between her thighs and tasted her sweet pearl.

  “Yes!”

  Delving his middle finger into her hot opening, he let his tongue slide over her swollen clit. Her moans turned to harsh cries. “Mmm, so fucking responsive. You drive me crazy, Lydia.” Every whimper, every time his name passed through her lips, it drove him higher and higher. He clenched his jaw against the need to slide his cock deep, to fuck her so hard she could never leave him again. He pushed a second finger deep and had to bite back a curse as the delicious squeeze of her vaginal muscles tightened around him. She was going to kill him when he entered her, but he’d die happy.

  He’d been hungry since that night at Kinks, and only Lydia could satisfy his appetite now. He pulled his fingers free and heard Lydia whimper and beg for him to come back. Instead he turned around so he faced her patch of dar
k curls. The position put his cock in line with her clever mouth. He rose over her, used his thumbs to open her wet cunt and licked. Her body arched and she screamed his name. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.

  Dane lifted his head and gazed down at her. “Lick my cock, sub. Fill that hot little mouth.”

  She turned on her side, facing him. Dane watched as she placed a teasing series of kisses over his balls and up the underside of his cock. “Fuck, that’s a good girl. Play with me, baby.”

  As she reached the swollen tip, Dane stiffened. She opened wide and sucked him deep. She pulled all the way back, before doing it all over again, his cock touching the back of her throat. Her delicate fingers wrapped around the base and she moaned, the vibration traveling over his dick like a thousand little fingers.

  Dane pushed his hips against her face and fucked her mouth the way he liked. “That’s it, suck it for me,” he commanded, and watched her eyes drift closed as she accepted his loving.

  He put his arm around her hips and fondled her ass as he slipped his tongue into her honeyed opening. She whimpered and Dane suddenly wanted more. He pushed his middle finger inside her rounded backside, remembering how tight she’d held him when he fucked her ass. It’d been such sweet torture. He wanted her there again soon, but first he had a need to see her flying apart. This time for him alone. He licked her clit and fucked her tight ass with his finger. Lydia arched her back and undulated against his mouth. Maintaining a measure of control had never been so damn hard.

  Together, they luxuriated in each other’s bodies. Dane pumped her ass while he licked and nibbled on her swollen nub. The combination had Lydia pushing against his face. He nuzzled and sank his tongue deep as his finger fucked her ass harder, faster. Soon she released his cock and shouted his name as spasms wracked her body.

  12

  Lydia was a boneless mass. She’d never come so hard in her life. Not even the night at Kinks could compare to having Dane all to herself.

  He turned around on the bed and came over the top of her, aligning their lower halves so his cock nestled between her thighs. “Mmm, you feel so damn good,” Dane murmured. “Tell me you’re on the pill, Lydia. Tell me now before I lose control.”

  Lydia nodded. The thought of having him without any barriers sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through her. “I’m on the pill.”

  “Thank God,” he groaned. Dane pressed forward, the head of his cock pushing between the folds of her pussy. “I wanted this, my cock filling your sweet pussy instead of Trent’s. I’ll never share you again. Never again.”

  He sounded jealous, and he spoke as if they had a future together. The thought filled her heart with joy. When he pushed in another inch, spreading her open, her mind fragmented. “Dane,” she moaned. His name came out as a plea and he dipped his head and nipped the side of her neck. The delicious sting zipped straight to her clit.

  “Put your hands above your head, sub,” he whispered into her ear, “wrists together.”

  Lydia quickly obeyed, trusting Dane to bring her nothing but sweet, hot pleasure.

  One large hand wrapped around her wrists, while his powerful body pinned her down. He lifted his head, his gaze sweeping over her body and he hummed his approval. “You’re lovely like this. I want you tied down. Could you handle that? Do you trust me that much, sub?”

  She did trust him, but the very thought sent a trickle of fear down her spine. He had too much power over her and she could so easily become lost in him.

  “I have no right to ask, but give me a chance here, sweetheart. I won’t hurt you.”

  Her eyes must have conveyed her assent. Good thing too, because she couldn’t seem to speak past the lump in her throat. Dane kissed her forehead, then pulled out of her. He left the bed and she started to bring her arms down, but Dane was quicker. He grasped both of her hands and kept them pinned to the mattress above her head.

  “I didn’t give you permission to move. Stay still or I’ll spank you. Understood?”

  The thought of defying him on purpose was almost too tempting. She’d enjoyed his spanking before and she almost craved the sting now.

  Dane chuckled and shook his head. “You are such a little tease, baby. I have so many things to teach you. It’s going to be a pleasure.” He lifted his hands, trusting her to obey him. “Now, be a good girl and stay still while I get a few things.”

  When he left the room, Lydia wondered what he could be up to. Within seconds he reappeared, his briefcase in hand. She frowned. “Dane?”

  He winked and set the case on the bed. “I stopped off at the store before I came here.” He fiddled with the lock and the catch sprang free. He opened the case, but Lydia couldn’t quite see what he was doing. When he held up a pair of handcuffs, Lydia’s mouth dropped open. He placed them on the bed, then took out a tube of lubricant and a small, purple object. Lydia had no idea what it could be. It had a flared base and slender neck. The rounded, slightly teardrop-shaped tip widened into a bulb that had Lydia’s suspicions rising.

  Dane put the items on the bed, then picked up the handcuffs and came back down on top of her. She shuddered as his warm, muscular chest pressed against her hard nipples. “You look scared, baby. Don’t be.”

  He opened the handcuffs, placed the cold steel on her left wrist and clamped it shut, before doing the same to the other. Lydia wiggled her wrists and realized she couldn’t get loose. It was both thrilling and frightening to be completely at Dane’s mercy. She bit her lip and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

  “Ah, nervous, yet still so compliant. You’ll get a reward, I promise, but first there’s this…”

  Dane angled his head and his lips tantalized hers in a gentle reminder of how much power he held over her, then he moved down her body, kissing an imaginary path toward her pussy and touching off several tremors as he went. When he reached her throbbing clit, Lydia was all but begging for him to fill her. Dane reared back, grabbed the lubricant and the purple toy and asked, “Do you know what this is?”

  “No,” she admitted. “And just so you know, you’re driving me crazy with this slow seduction.”

  “Shh, we have all the time in the world, baby. Let me play.” He opened the tube and spread a small amount over the purple toy. “Open your legs for me.”

  She hesitated, unsure what he was up to. “What are you going to do with that thing?”

  He arched a brow. “You aren’t supposed to question your dom, Lydia.”

  “You can spank me, but I still want to know what you’re planning.”

  While he held the toy, he used his free hand to smooth over one thigh. Lydia relaxed a measure, but she wasn’t giving in. She wanted to know what he had in mind. He grinned, as if sensing a challenge, and leaned down to place a light kiss to her curls. She opened her thighs a few inches and Dane’s eyes sparkled with mischief. His tongue swiped over her clit and Lydia surrendered. She parted her thighs and arched upward, desperate for his special brand of loving. He gave her another slow lick, then pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked it. She screamed his name and closed her eyes.

  He swirled his tongue around the little bud and stars burst behind her eyelids. Dane suddenly released her and Lydia opened her eyes, his hot gaze trapping hers. When he cupped her mound in a possessive, yet tender hold, Lydia’s heart swelled.

  “Your pussy belongs to me,” he growled. “Admit it, Lydia.”

  She shook her head, unwilling to give him so much power. He nuzzled her again and slid his middle finger into her soaked cunt, clear to the third knuckle. He curled his finger upward and pressed against a particularly sensitive spot. She whimpered, helpless to the pleasurable assault.

  “Say it, sub.”

  She couldn’t take much more and they both knew it. “Fine, I’m yours! Just please stop torturing me.”

  He slid another finger inside her and Lydia thought she would die from the pleasure. “My little pussy wants to come, huh?”

  “Yes, please,” she b
egged, desperate and aching for him to fill her.

  He pulled both fingers free and ordered, “Spread your legs for your master.” This time she was quick to comply. Dane flattened his palm against her mound and said, “Don’t make the mistake of assuming you can question me. You need to learn to trust me with your body. Your pleasure is my pleasure. I won’t hurt you, baby.”

  “I’ve never done anything like this, Dane. I don’t know what to do.”

  “Just let me make love to you, little Lydia. In here, in the bedroom, you surrender to me completely. No hesitation or you’ll be punished. Do you understand?”

  Lydia knew what he was asking. Total submission. The instant she gave it, he would know how much she cared for him, how much he meant to her. Did she dare take that leap?

  “Yes,” she breathed out.

  Dane rose over her, his hands on either side of her head, caging her in. He leaned down and kissed her. It was sweet, gentle and all too fleeting. “Thank you for trusting me.”

  He moved down her body and parted her thighs. As he knelt between them, his gaze on her pussy, Lydia had to bite her lip against the need to close her legs. As she watched, he picked up the purple toy and smoothed it between her pussy lips, creating a firestorm of need inside her. He slowly slid the tip up and down, teasing her sensitive tissues, then moved downward toward her tight pucker. He swirled the toy around the small opening, lubricating it with each pass, then started to gently push it inside her ass. Lydia stiffened.