He barked out a laugh. “Don’t tell her that. She’d probably have you do it.”
He left the Porsche in the driveway and led her into the large entryway. “This is me.”
“Wow.” Fia widened her eyes. Expensive art adorned the walls, none of it by anyone she recognized, but the pieces were gorgeous, the colors mesmerizing. Modern glass tables held smooth, sinuous sculptures, made of glass and metal mixed together, something akin to the colors of a Chihuly but even more intense, the art completely unique.
“Dylan! I love your home.” She turned around, admiring the plate glass windows, floor to ceiling. “This is like a museum. I’m just, wow.”
“Thank you.” He put his hands in his pockets and stood, watching her look around, a wary expression on his face.
“I’d love to live here,” she murmured, reaching out to touch the closest sculpture, a gorgeous creation with swirling green and blue, like an ocean in glass, then drawing back a finger, to check his face. “This is the prettiest thing I’ve seen in long time. Can I touch?”
“You can touch anything you want.” His eyes met hers evenly, and she thought she’d seen something open in his expression when she’d complimented his art, something warm and bright.
She didn’t look away, even as she put her hand down to blindly find the smooth glass, running her hand over it. “It feels good.”
He smiled. “I would hope so.”
They stood looking at each other, then he spoke. “Fia?”
“Yes?” She could barely breathe.
“One night. Just to get it out of our system. What do you say?”
“What?”
“No holds barred, one night of passion. You and me. Look, I get what you feel about your clients. And you know I’m not looking for anything long term. But we both want each other pretty fucking badly.”
She sucked in a breath.
“So, let’s just go for it. Seize the day. Take advantage of the chemistry. I promise you I will make it so fucking good, Fia.”
For a second she thought about saying no, but the desire could no longer be denied. She didn’t bother replying, but walked right up to him, wound her arms around his neck and lifted her lips to let him claim her with his mouth.
“Fuck,” he murmured, and his hands were on her back, on her ass, pulling her into him as he plundered her mouth with his tongue.
She pressed herself into him, delighting to feel his hard chest against her breasts, and lower, another hardness entirely that indicated how much he wanted her.
“Take off your shirt,” she muttered, pulling at the buttons. “So sexy. But off.” She managed to undo two of the middle ones, and slid her palm into the pocket she’d created to touch his muscular chest. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Your dress comes off first,” he whispered into her ear. “My rules.”
“Why should we play by your rules?” she asked, letting her eyes shut as he kissed and bit down her neck, moaning when he licked her clavicle.
“Because you’ll like it,” he promised. “Want to see?”
“Are you some kind of kinky dom or something?”
He laughed. “Or something.”
Her eyes flew open, but she felt more excitement than concern. “Really?”
He ran a finger down her cheek. “Really.”
“Like, tie-me-up-and-spank-me stuff? Tell me what to do stuff?” Her heart started to race.
“If you like that, then, yeah, I can do that for you.” He ran a hand down her arm, slowly, and they both watched his long fingers stroke her skin. She sucked in a breath at how erotic it felt. “I like almost anything, Fia, so you just tell me”—and he leaned in and put his mouth right at her ear—“What. You. Fucking. Love.”
She whimpered and grabbed at him. She’d always dreamed of being with a man who was unapologetically sexy, so in tune with his body that he could master hers and bring her exquisite pleasure. She didn’t want hard-core BDSM, but she definitely wanted, no craved—for him to take control.
“I might like what you said,” she whispered into his neck. “The tying up and spanking. As long as nobody knows we did this.”
He let his fingers stray to her breasts, which he stroked through the dress. “You like a little pain, with your pleasure, Fia?”
“A little. Not too much. Yes.”
He squeezed a nipple, and she cried out, but it was from passion, not dismay. She started breathing harder.
“You think you’d like doing what I ask?” He bit her neck, and she almost combusted. But she needed to clarify before they went further, just so she could relax and enjoy the moment completely.
“What are your other rules, besides the shirt thing?” she asked, pulling away. They were both breathing hard. She slowly slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders. “If I like what I hear, I just might obey.”
A muscle clenched in his jaw, and he smiled a dark, dangerous smile. “For starters, you don’t come until I say you can. But don’t worry…it will be often.”
She sucked in a breath and lowered the dress an inch, and his eyes shot to her breasts, where the creamy skin was slowly being revealed. “And?”
“And you’ll do what I say, when I say it. For instance, if I tell you to come lay down over my lap so I can spank you, you’ll do that.”
“Interesting.” She licked her lip and felt a surge of moisture between her thighs. “You’d honor a safeword, of course.”
“Of course.” He gave her the dark grin again. “You could just tell me to stop. But what word do you want?”
She pulled the fabric still lower so her areolas were visible but not her nipples. “Red. Keep it simple.”
“Good choice.” His voice rolled over her. “Keep going. Show me your tits.”
“What if I don’t do it?” She met his eyes.
He unbuttoned one sleeve and began to deliberately roll up the fabric, little by little. “You want to find out?”
She shot him a challenging gaze. “What if I said I did want to find out?”
“Take off your dress, then,” he challenged her. “And come here.” He backed up and sat down on an expensive leather couch, black and sleek. While he kept eye contact, he rolled up the other sleeve, exposing his strong, corded forearms. “And I’ll show you.”
“But you’re still dressed.” She ran her fingers under the cloth, touching her own nipples, feeling them harden with her touch.
His eyes burned into her. “Yes, I am. That’s another rule. You have to be naked first. Get started.” His voice was firm, but his smile let her know he was still Dylan, the sexy man who made her smile, even though he was being all dominant. And fuck, she wanted to play this game with him.
“I hope you don’t mind that I’m not wearing panties,” she said innocently, and slid the fabric down to her waist.
“Fuck,” he swore. “You were naked under there all this time?”
“Completely,” she murmured. “So naked. No bra, no panties, just my bare skin.”
“Take off the dress and walk over here,” he told her, pointing between his spread legs.
She wiggled her hips to slide the dress down, then stepped out of it, leaving it on the floor, a pool of blue. His eyes were locked on her body, and she swayed her walk as she came closer, delighting in his tortured expression. “You like?”
“I fucking love it. You’re gorgeous.”
She came to stand where he’d indicated.
“Put your hands behind your back and lace your fingers, if you can. And spread your thighs a little.”
She flushed. “Dylan!”
He ran a palm down her thigh, then up to cup her ass cheek. “What was the rule I told you about? If I’m in charge, then you do what I say.”
“But you’re going to make me get in poses for you?”
“Absolutely.” He smiled broadly. “And you’re going to do it, too, because it will turn both of us on.”
She bit her lip then slowly put her arms behind her
back, noticing how it made her breasts stick out. Then, while he was silent, she stepped her legs apart to widen the gap between her thighs. “Like this?”
“Wider, please.”
He sat back and put one arm on the back of the couch, as if relaxing in a club.
Her face burned, but she did it, embarrassed at how wet this was making her.
“Good. Stay like that, Fia.” He leaned his head back.
“For how long?” Her face was hot and her pulse was fast in her neck. She was dying for him to touch her.
“Until I say otherwise,” he told her simply. “And another rule is that you don’t question my commands, you just obey them. Is that clear?”
She nodded. This was so kinky, and it was turning her on more than she could imagine.
“Is that a yes, you understand?”
She sucked in a breath. “Yes, I understand.”
“Yes, you will obey me tonight?” His gaze was direct.
She felt her face burn. “Yes, I will obey you tonight.”
“Good girl,” he said approvingly, and she bit her lip, wanting to argue and tell him she wasn’t a girl, she wasn’t his good girl. Except her pussy had other ideas. Her pussy really, really liked the idea of being his good girl. She shifted from leg to leg, needing to assuage the aching desire that was growing in her body.
“Now come here,” he said, gesturing with his hand, “and straddle me. Keep your thighs wide across mine. I like the idea of having you all naked, legs spread apart for me.”
“Dylan,” she whispered, stepping forward, almost hyperventilating. She put her hands onto his shoulders and clambered up onto him, putting one knee on either side of his thighs on the couch. He smelled like his cologne and his sexy male essence. The air conditioning kicked on and she heard the low hum of the system, just barely, over her own heart beating in her eardrums.
“Re-button my shirt,” he said, glancing down at his chest, “that you undid. And then put your hands behind your head for me, Fia.”
“But I—”
“Now.” His voice snapped the command at her, and startled, she rushed to obey, fingers trembling as she slid the white buttons back into their slots.
“Okay.” She lifted her hands slowly and laced her fingers behind her head, her thighs quivering. She was so wet! Surely he could smell her arousal. She could smell it. She felt her face all hot, her nipples hard in the cool air.
He reached out and put one hand on each ass cheek, and stroked. She trembled under his touch, expecting—she wasn’t sure what. A spank? A caress? A pinch? She had no idea, and the exhilaration of the unknown, along with her fierce attraction to him, made her giddy.
“Stay still,” he whispered, running his hands up to her waist, “and close your eyes. Let me touch you. Don’t say anything, okay? Unless you need to tell me red. Understand?”
She nodded and closed her eyes, the added as an afterthought, “Yes, I understand.”
“Good.”
She sucked in air as his hands glided over her torso, under her breasts, over them, along her back, her sides, up her inner thighs, coming so close but never touching where she craved his attention.
She moaned and shifted on her legs, trying to convince him to touch elsewhere by clenching her thighs.
He laughed. “Greedy, Fia? You want my touch? You’re going to have to wait for it. And if you open your eyes or move your hands, I’ll just make you wait that much longer. Or if you say a word. So be patient.”
She bit her lip and straightened her spine, and then nearly cried out when she felt his fingers on her nipples. He squeezed one, then the other, flicked one while pinching the other, rolled one between his fingers while bracing her with his other hand on her ass, keeping her in position.
Her chest heaved with arousal and the difficulty of staying in position with his clever fingers touching and teasing. When he grabbed one nipple and pulled it, straight out from her body, the sudden shock of pain made her squeak and wriggle, but then he let go and pulled her in and put his mouth onto her breast and sucked, and she nearly levitated off the couch with pleasure.
“Dylan,” she cried out.
“Uh uh, no talking, remember?” he corrected her. “Now I’m going to have to do that again, until you stay quiet. Ready? Keep your eyes closed and don’t move.”
Then he tugged the same nipple out again, even harder and farther, and she bit her lip hard to keep from crying out. He squeezed, then, when she was nearly unable to hold back her voice, he let go and licked across her breast, sucking gently at her nipple, and the mixture of pleasure with the pain made her nearly come right there.
She swallowed hard and clenched her ass cheeks, dying for his touch between her thighs.
“And the other one.” His voice brought her back to reality, and she struggled to keep calm while he repeated his ministrations on her other nipple. “Oh, Fia, you dirty, dirty girl. I can tell you like it when I order you around and play with your tits. Look how wet you are right now? I bet if I touched you I’d find you drenched.”
She whimpered as he ran both hands up her inner thighs and squeezed just before the juncture.
“Would I, Fia? You can speak. Tell me.”
“Yes,” she blurted out. “I’m very wet for you. Yes. Please touch me.”
“We’ll see.” He stroked back down her legs. “Widen your thighs a bit more, please. As wide as you can in this position. I’ll hold on to you so you don’t fall. It might be a little uncomfortable, but I want you to take it for me. Are we clear?”
He held her hips as she inched her legs outward until she could go no further.
“Is that as far as you can go?” he asked, his voice mild.
She nodded, and her voice came out hoarse. “Yes. Yes, it is.”
“Good. Try a little farther. Do it for me. Be my good girl.”
“I can’t!” But she managed to open her legs maybe another centimeter. Her muscles were quivering with exertion of staying in this position, and she felt so vulnerable and exposed this way, her pussy completely open for him.
“Very nice.” He kept one hand on her ass, and put the other one on her belly. “You’re going to stay like this for me as long as I require.”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Say, ‘Yes, Sir,’ please, Fia.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Keep your eyes closed, yes? And be totally quiet now.”
She felt a draft of him moving, and stiffened up, not sure what he was going to do. But when she heard him start talking, she frowned and her eyes flew open. He was talking on his cell! When he saw her looking, he frowned and pointed at her face, so she shut her eyes again. But seriously, what the hell? She was stretched out for him, in an explicit and sexy pose, and he was going to chit chat?
“Jake? Hey, man. So about that drink. Just wanted to see what day is good for you.”
While he talked to his friend, he stroked along the crease of her ass with his other hand, fingers straying close to her crotch. “Dude. Tell me about that fantasy team. How you doing on that?”
He put the phone on speaker; she could tell because now Jake’s voice rang out, too, and she felt both of Dylan’s hands on her body.
He placed a palm over her mound and pressed, and she held back a little moan.
“So you doing that trade you talked about?” He let one finger drift lower, lower, tantalizingly lower. She pushed forward and almost died in frustration when he pulled back, only replacing his finger when she retracted her hips to her original position.
While he talked, a conversation that seemed endless!—he kept stroking, lower and lower, closer and closer, until he was at her labia, and she was panting and almost crying with the effort of holding back, both physically and vocally. Every time she tried to coax him closer by wiggling her hips or pushing into his fingers, he punished her by removing his hand. When she stayed completely still and didn’t move at all, he rewarded her by continuing his slow progress towards her clit and pussy.
By now she was so wet that her thighs were moist, and he played with it, drawing circles on her skin, rubbing the moisture onto his palm and then up onto her mound and belly, even squeezing her nipples, until all she could feel was his fingers, and all she could smell was her own scent. And yet he still chatted away on the phone.
When she was about to lose it completely, he finally ended the call.
“Dylan!” she choked out, turned on and angry at the same time. “What the fuck?”
He laughed. “You’re so obedient. And look how turned on you are now. I bet I could just blow on your clit and make you come. I could touch you with the tip of one finger and you’d come. Right?”
“I don’t know,” she wailed. “You’re driving me insane.”
“I know. Open your eyes now and watch as I touch you.”
Her eyes flew open and locked onto his. His gaze was feral and dark.
“Watch this.” She lowered her gaze, mesmerized by his long fingers. “Are you a little sore here?” He squeezed both nipples, not too hard, but enough to make her gasp. “Answer me.”
“No.”
“Then I can do this again, yes?” He squeezed and pulled on both tits again, then licked both in turn. “You love that. I can tell because you make that little breathy noise and push your hips at me.” He chuckled.
“My arms are getting tired.” She suddenly felt the urgent need to stretch them out.
“Then give me your hands.” She lowered her arms, and he massaged along the biceps and triceps softly, down to her fingers. “I’m going to have your hands all over me soon, but for now I want to keep playing with you.” He scooped her up and repositioned her to sit across his lap, and she sighed with relief at finally being able to close her thighs. “And, of course, there’s the spanking you asked for.”
“I didn’t—”
“Oh, but you did.” He gave her a wicked grin. “So turn over, Fia. Either say red, or turn over and drape your sexy body right over my thighs, ass up, arms and legs stretched out along the couch.”
“Will it hurt?”
“You said you like a little pain, remember?” He laid one hand on her ass and stroked.
“But I….”
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