The Playground

by Sascha Illyvich

  Letting her lead the kiss brought him results he’d wanted since seeing her last night in the casino. Even sleep had come with a price, dreams of fucking her, making love to her, tying her up, coaxing her sweet gift of submission to the surface.

  Her mouth slanted over his, teeth grazed over his bottom lip and nipped lightly.

  Moaning, he tried to control his body’s response to hers but found himself automatically cupping her ass and pulling her against his erection.

  Her hips writhed against his in a slow, sensuous manner. It felt just like the last time they started to make love. Shelly’s heat against his thigh ignited a spark deep down inside Devon.

  He growled against her mouth, tore himself from her, and circled her waist with his hands. “I’ve wanted to do one thing since I saw you.” He started to take control of the kiss but decided at the last second to let her have her way. She needed freedom. He needed her.

  Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging strands while fingers dug into his skull. “Yes?”

  “Playground equipment, back a few feet.” He lifted her up, arms flexing while he carried her back to the blue metal platform. Gently, he set her against the metal and leaned her back, stretching her legs out.

  Devon bent over her, pressed his mouth to one thigh, planting tender kisses along a line until he reached the bottom of her shorts. Then he moved to the other and repeated the gesture.

  Goose bumps appeared on Shelly’s skin. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, “You’re driving me wild, babe.”

  He lifted his head, “Good.” Catching a glimpse of the smoldering desire in her eyes, he continued his sensual assault. “You can’t have just a taste, can you, honey?”

  She pulled his head down lower toward her pussy, “Never.”

  “It must have been hard.” He reached for the hem of her shorts and tugged downward, exposing more of her stomach. “To have to go without this.” He placed a heated kiss over warm flesh before leaning back, yanking clothes down her legs.

  Shelly leaned back on her elbows and looked down past her breasts at him, “It’s been difficult but the sacrifice was worth it. I am my own woman.”

  Her shorts wouldn’t fit over her shoes, but he didn’t care. “Draw your legs up, honey. I’m going to taste you.”

  A loose giggle slipped from Shelly’s mouth before her knees bent.

  Carefully, Devon spread them and slid his body in between, cupping her ass in his hands. “You know I still like to do this.” He dipped his head to her shaved pussy and gave it a kiss.

  She shook beneath him.

  He dove in deeper, probing her lips with his tongue while fingers parted her. He speared her budding clit. The aroma of her arousal surrounded him, coaxing his body to a more frenzied state than he thought possible. Had it been really two years since they’d seen each other? Since he’d tasted her?

  Devon licked a line from the top of her pussy to the bottom, swirling his tongue around her flesh to the sounds of her pleasurable moans.

  She gripped his shoulders, jerking her hips against his head.

  He continued to lap at her clit while sliding fingers inside her and thrusting as deep as he could.

  Her legs clamped around his head. Orgasm washed through her shaking body.

  Devon had to hold her down while he continued to lick and drain her. His fingers dug into her ass, causing her to yelp while she came. Finally, he stopped his assault and gazed, past beautiful, rounded breasts and hardened nipples.

  Eyes glossed over, lips parted, she looked like a beautiful mess. Devon lifted his head, let his hands slide over her hips, up her waist, finally to cup breasts he wanted to suckle for hours on end while filling her. He couldn’t hide the amusement in his voice. “You’re still so soft in all the right places, Shelly.”

  She cleared her throat. “It’s your turn.”

  “No. This is about you.” He slid his body up the length of hers, pressing his hips against her wetness. She cradled his erection perfectly through the leather pants he’d worn.

  Screw this, Vegas heat had nothing on her.

  He reached around to caress the nape of her neck before bringing her head to his for a kiss. She tasted sweet, had picked up some of the cigar and bourbon taste from him. It amazed him how perfectly they melded once they were together. Everything he needed, she was.

  Carefully she shifted him, an arm circled around his neck and pulled him down to her once more, crushing him against her. Shelly’s teeth nipped his lower lip before her tongue darted out to caress him, prod his mouth.

  He opened willingly for her while repositioning himself above her so he could hold her down and drive her wild with another orgasm.

  She groaned, eyes drooping.

  He ground his hips into hers, making sure to coat the front of his pants with her juices and keep her wet. “You’re so beautiful.” He brought his mouth to hers once again, claiming her with a possessive kiss that drove her against the playground metal.

  She whimpered but fought only for comfort.

  His free hand ran up and down the length of her body, stopping to cup a breast and pinch a nipple between thumb and forefinger.

  She moaned and rocked her hips upward while nibbling back at his mouth. She brought a hand up and ran it through his hair, brushing the thickness off one side of his neck. Then she lifted her head, and bit his neck.

  Devon groaned. Her lips sucking at him spurred him on. He wanted badly to bury himself in her but he couldn’t.

  Not yet.

  This was about her.

  Shelly needed to understand that like many humans, she was a slave to her body’s desires. Controlling those meant he could take her places she could only dream of, while she experienced a myriad of things that his lifestyle choices could teach her.

  She pulled her mouth from his neck, “What are you waiting for? I need you in me.”

  “I’m waiting for you to come again.” He pinched her nipple harder.

  A moan escaped her and a shudder ran through her. “Damn you, Devon—”

  Her words were cut off with another kiss. Devon thrust his tongue past her lips and stroked hers, coaxing it into his mouth. Then he suckled her tongue, tasting more of her, mingling her desire on his lips with her natural spiciness. The heady swirl of scents in the humid Las Vegas air had begun to intoxicate.

  While he prided himself on keeping in control of his body, his mind had other plans. One hand reached between his thighs and undid the snap on his leather pants.

  Shelly reached between them and grabbed the zipper. “Now you’re talkin’, babe.”

  Once the zipper reached the bottom, his cock sprang free, hard and coated in precum. She grabbed him and pulled him out. “I’ve always liked this part of you.” She shuddered when his fingers found her hot button and pressed into it.

  He groaned. The feel of her long fingers around his shaft stole all thought from his mind. Devon wanted inside her, needed to feel her, connect with her, but he hadn’t pulled anything from her, coaxed her to reveal her emotions or even admit an “I love you.” So he did the one thing he hated doing the most. He gripped her fingers and pried them from his cock.

  She nipped his neck again.

  He growled low at her but it didn’t stop her from running her hand over his shirt to the buttons. “You’re too dressed.”

  He moved back just a touch. Her pressing against his chest made his heart flutter. He stroked strands of her hair now stuck to her face before trailing his fingers down her neck, “And you’re not naked enough.”

  “You’ve always said that.”

  “You remembered.”

  She blinked, letting her head fall back. The gesture forced her breasts upward. “I can’t forget.”

  Devon rolled off to one side, cock still hard enough to hold up the metal platform they were currently sitting on. His fingers continued walking down the line of her neck, over her clavicle, and down her arm. Skittering his hand lightly across flesh produced goose bumps
that made him smile. She’d always respond to his touch. “How could I forget you? I told you, we’re perfect. You’re everything I need, Shelly.”

  “No.” She shook her head. “This is just a one-night stand.”

  He stared hard at her. “In a public park.”

  Her lips curled upward in a playful smile. “On playground equipment.”

  They both burst out laughing. The ridiculousness of the situation was somewhat comical. “I had intended to play with you the way we used to, with ropes, floggers, and paddles.”

  A brow arched. “And now?”

  Chapter Four

  “And now,” he slid a hand beneath the tight fabric of the sports bra, determined to cup her breast, “I intend to dominate differently.”

  Shelly swallowed audibly. “What do you mean, differently?”

  He glared, narrowing his eyes at her. The headspace he needed wasn’t too far out of reach, but he had to get there and the only way was to force the issue in his mind. He wouldn’t force Shelly; he’d coax and guide her. He hoped she’d come willingly. Especially after he brought her to another orgasm. He pinched her pussy lips together then spread them apart. “I mean I’m going to pull what you deserve to receive from you.”

  “I have nothing to give you but, oh gods!” Her body shook once his fingers slid inside her sopping pussy.

  He massaged her clit with his thumb while working his digits in and out. Slowly, methodically, he speared and spread his fingers inside, around her while keeping his thumb on her clitoris. Before she could open her mouth again, Devon had covered her lips with his.

  She gripped his cock, tugging him.

  Distracted only slightly, he tore his mouth from hers and moved down her neck until he’d found a breast. The fabric of the sports bra didn’t taste so hot but it didn’t matter. He worked his lips around the taut nipple and pressed his tongue into it while his fingers continued a steady rhythm over her clit, in her pussy.

  Shelly’s body tensed beneath his, her nails dug into a hip, tightened around his cock.

  He released a slow breath through clenched teeth. Then he nipped her neck, the top of her breast, and worked faster in and out, in and out. Rubbing his thumb around her clit made her jump.

  “I love you, Shelly, I always have. I never wanted to control you,” he panted.

  Her chest rose and fell with the movements of his hands. Her breath hitched in her throat, “Then why are you trying to do it now?”

  “It’s not control.” He moved to her ear, blew in a warm breath before nipping her earlobe. “It’s guidance.”

  “To what?”

  “Orgasmic bliss.” He sealed his mouth over hers and pressed his thigh between her legs, spreading them wider while continuing his assault on her pussy. “You deserve it, you deserve to be loved, Shelly. And you need guidance.”

  “Who,” she sucked in a breath, eyes widened, nostrils flared, “said I need that?”

  “You did. When you came to me.” He nipped her shoulder, her arm. Then thrust in a third finger.

  She stiffened beneath him, her grip on his cock tightening even more.

  How he wanted to drive himself into her hand and come all over her, marking her. He couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t serve a purpose other than his selfish release, and he wasn’t about to start being selfish just because a beautiful woman had his cock in her hand.

  Working harder, faster, he felt the second it hit her. The orgasm slammed into her. She writhed beneath him, flailing against the metal grate they both lay on. He tried to silence her moans with his mouth but it did little good. Shelly was a screamer.

  Her vocal abilities during sex always fueled his arousal. Despite his hips thrusting in tune to her body’s movements, he managed to keep himself in check. It was becoming hard though. Her sensual nature, the sexual deviant in her, called to baser animal natures.

  After moments, Shelly had closed her eyes and stopped panting. Her breathing returned to almost normal. She remained pliant beneath him.

  He broke the silence, “Can you move?”

  “Barely.” The smile that spread across her face couldn’t be stopped.

  He caught the attempt to staunch her response in her eyes. “You can’t deny yourself, love.”

  “I never tried to.” Her words came out raspy.

  He nuzzled her throat and placed tender kisses along the smooth skin of her neck. “Let me show you, you.”

  Shelly blinked, slowly moved beneath him. Her fingers still clutched his cock. “What if I just want you to fuck me?”

  He exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. Closing his eyes, he repeated the gesture and then opened his eyes, holding onto what little sanity he had with her scent in his nose and her hand on him. “Is that really what you want?”

  Her mouth twitched. She started to move again, releasing him, but her shorts stopped her.

  “I’m still that good.” He couldn’t help but grin.

  “You are,” she nodded. “But,” she drew in a breath; let it out slowly, “do you really think you know me that well?”

  “Let me ask you something,” he shifted his weight and moved back from her, just for comfort, he told himself. The distance would give him clarity and let him control the outcome better for her, and for his heart. “Do you know why I wanted to meet you here?”

  “Because you’re an eccentric man with a ton of money and you like control?”

  He snorted. She did know him pretty well, but that wasn’t the reason. “This is a playground.” He spread his arm out, kept his hand open. “Just like sex. Just like a relationship, and just like our bodies. It’s an open, brightly lit place where happy things occur and experiences are shared.”

  “Just like when a kid falls off the swing and bruises his knee.” Her curt tone annoyed him.

  “Yes, but in the case of your body, I’m creating the bruises to cause focus on what’s important.”

  “Your business.” The words were punctuated with thickness in her voice.

  He met her gaze, hoping the penetrating stare of his eyes would burrow his point into her head. “Your heart.”

  She gasped, causing her chest to rise and fall.

  Devon almost leaned forward. Almost. “You, Shelly. You’re the reason I spent a small fortune on 1Night Stand and why I trusted Madame Eve to help me. I had to jump through hoops.”

  “Money has never been a problem for you.”

  “You must have missed out on my earlier years,” he spoke dryly. “Anyway, we’ve spent enough time talking.” He set a hand on her hip, spread his fingers, and gave her ass a squeeze.

  Shelly tried to stifle a groan but failed. Her head fell back against the metal and lolled to one side. “What do you want of me?”

  The breathy tone of her voice threatened his nerves. If he was going to give her what she deserved, show her a part of herself, she couldn’t control the scenario. It didn’t matter how hot she looked lying beside him, legs spread, shorts around her ankles, her hair strewn about. He had to…he didn’t know.

  “I want you to love me, Shelly.”

  She blinked. The expression on her face softened as his words registered. “Then let me, please?” Shaking, she sat up on her elbows and reached for him. Her eyes lowered, head cocked to one side as her lips drew nearer to his. “No struggles, no power exchange. Just two of us joining. Please?”

  Finally, they connected and he let down his guard. The sweet Shelly he’d wanted to submit wasn’t here any longer. Or was she?

  He didn’t know. But the caress of her lips over his like fine butterfly kisses stirred his heart, not his mind, to control his actions.

  He closed his eyes and kissed her back, aware that her hand slid up his back and down again until it reached the waistband of his leather pants. Shoving them down, she exposed his ass to the Vegas air and a shiver raced through him.

  Her admission of desire was one thing; they were a couple that had plenty of heat when it came to sex. Passion was
n’t something they’d ever lack, no matter how much time they spent away from each other.

  Slowly, she pulled him onto her.

  He fell against her, crushing her breasts beneath his chest. His hands landed on either side of her head, gripping the steel platform. His focus remained on her eyes, her beautiful, round, purple eyes. Half open, they conveyed all he needed to know about the here and now.

  He settled himself against her, his cock painfully hard. It brushed against her stomach while he slid down to position himself. “I hate pants sometimes.”

  “Take them off.” Her whispered words were a soft command.

  He shifted his weight, shucked his boots and pants, then straddled her thighs. She was still bound by her shorts. He longed to get that sports bra off, then he had an idea.

  “Lift your arms,” he ordered.

  Her voice strained, her body arched against his. “What are you thinking?”

  “I’m thinking I have a beautiful woman beneath me.”

  She brought her arms above her head.

  He gripped the elastic band of her sports bra and tugged it up.

  She moved beneath him to help, then gasped when he stopped short just below her elbows, binding her arms with her clothes, as her legs were bound by her shorts.

  Finally, he had her naked, bound, and ready for him. “Shelly, it’s your call. Do we make love?” He leaned forward, rubbing his cock near her slit, “Or do I get dressed, help you do the same, and then walk away.”

  The indecision in her eyes showed for a split second. He could almost hear the gears turning in her mind as she weighed her options. Did she want this? Would she finally be at home with him? Could she be at peace with what he offered her?

  “You’re more than just a woman. Your submission is more than just a gift. It’s a treasure.” He cupped her breasts in both hands and gave her nipples a squeeze.

  She arched her back upward, struggled against the bonds that held her. “Fuck me, Devon. Fuck me hard.”

  His nostrils flared at her tone. He slid his hands over her breasts, tugging the nipples before moving his fingers to her neck, shoulders. Then he cupped her face and leaned forward, pressing his mouth against hers. “I’ll always love you.”