Her Only Desire

by Delilah Devlin

  Wrapping her towel around herself, she walked into the room, her footsteps slowing.

  Boone sat in an armchair, which he’d placed beside the bed.

  “I’ll just get dressed,” she said, although she knew he had some nasty plan up his sleeve.

  “Dinner will wait for us.” The stare he gave her as he turned his head was at once hard and hot.

  For a long moment, she held still, hoping he’d give her a hint of what he wanted next, but decided maybe what he wanted was for her to trust her instincts. She dropped the towel and stood with her gaze downcast.

  Not because she felt in any way subservient, but because she sensed he’d be turned on by her willingness to play. Then she slowly glided forward, trying to keep her movements graceful. She was a little too self-conscious of her nudity and her flesh’s tendency to jiggle, but she forced herself to put it out of her mind. When she drew near, she knelt between his legs, keeping her head lowered but watching him from beneath the fringe of her lashes.

  His breath left him in a slow, steady hiss.

  Because his legs were spread, she could see the promising bulge pressing against his slacks between his legs.

  A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, but she firmed her lips, sensing he wouldn’t approve of her humor. This was “lesson time.”

  “When you kneel,” he said softly, “place your hands on your thighs or behind your back. I’ll let you choose what feels comfortable.”

  Placing her hands over her breasts or between her legs would be more comfortable. Since the point was proving her willingness to let him see her, she clasped her hands behind her back, aware her breasts jutted and the nipples tilted upward.

  He reached down and gently plucked a nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

  She breathed deeply, heat stirring in her core.

  He tipped up her chin. “I want you to lie on the bed sideways, place a pillow under your head. Then spread your legs, knees bent.”

  Her throat dried and she swallowed. “Yes, sir.” With his hand helping her up, she moved to the bed, grabbing a pillow, then climbing onto the mattress, aware her ass and pussy were pointing at his face. She rolled and lay back, sliding up her feet to bend her knees. She slowly let them fall to the sides.

  “Nice,” he said, bringing his chair closer to the side of the bed. “Now, I want you to touch your freshly shaved cunt and pleasure yourself. Show me how you masturbate.”

  Her eyes widened. She began to shake her head, but saw him narrow his eyes. She blew out a breath, drew a deep one in, and then reached between her legs with both hands.

  If she’d thought letting him pleasure her with his mouth was intimate, this would be agonizingly so. He’d know exactly how she touched herself when she played alone. An intimate act she’d never shared with another. And yet, the moment her fingers glided on her smooth pussy, she was fascinated by the texture of her freshly denuded skin. Soft as a baby’s butt.

  Softer, velvety almost. She skimmed a finger over her mound, then up and down her outer labia. He’d scraped her clean. Not a hint of stubble. She liked the sensation.

  But he wanted more. He wanted her to show him how she got herself off.

  Tilly steeled herself against the humiliation and dipped two fingers into her opening, swirling around her entrance, and then plunging deeper, encouraging the natural lubricant to ooze from inside her. When she’d coaxed sufficient moisture, and her fingers were coated, she pulled them free and traced the edges of her thin inner labia, up and down, touching them lightly, then tracing the edges upward to where they intersected. Her hood was swelling, protecting her clitoris, which was not yet engorged, so she rubbed the top of it, circling her wet fingers, and then diving back inside herself for more moisture.

  Her pulse stuttered. She didn’t dare look at Boone. If she did, she might come unraveled, might beg him to end this, to take over. The longer she smoothed her wet fingers over her flesh, the more she craved penetration. Her inner thighs tightened, and she eased them up.

  Boone cleared his throat.

  Casting him a glance, she paused. His face gave away nothing of what he might be thinking. She took his hint and let her thighs fall open again, but shifted her feet higher up and tilted her hips toward herself. So he’d see everything. Even her anus. Her arousal was building, fluid leaking past her perineum. Soon the bed would be wet beneath her.

  His throat worked around an audible swallow, and Tilly took heart from that telltale action. He wasn’t as unmoved watching her as he’d like her to believe. Tilly breathed deeply, pulsed her hips once, gave a little groan, and peeked beneath her lashes to watch his avid attention to her motion. Emboldened by his fixated stare, she scooped fluid with her fingertips and continued to rub, concentrating on the changes occurring there between her legs. She noted her labia were swelling and hot, her hood swelling more. Her clitoris was extending, growing harder, the glans protruding slightly. Gingerly, because it was engorging and more sensitive, she circled atop the growing knot, over and over, until her breasts tightened too. In her belly, deep, curling need swirled. Glancing down her body, she watched as the tips of her nipples became distended. She wanted to touch them, pinch them to add to the searing pleasure tightening her core. More than that, she wanted Boone with his wicked mouth to lash and suck her clit as he had the night before.

  Again, she rubbed her clit, and knew she was getting close, but couldn’t manage an orgasm without doing something even more embarrassing.

  “Make yourself come for me, Tilly. Let me see how you do it. Don’t torture yourself.”

  She held back, wondering how many women he’d watched doing this very same thing and whether they’d felt as awkward and exposed as she did now. She didn’t want to do something that wasn’t sensual or pretty. But he’d commanded her. She would obey.

  Forking her fingers at the top of her folds, she pulled up, fully exposing her reddened, bulbous clit. She licked spit onto the tips of two fingers, then gave Boone a look she was sure showed every bit of her trepidation, but he gave her no encouragement.

  Although he did seem to be holding his breath…

  She reached downward, pressed her fingers against her clit, and rubbed it in quick, back and forth motions, heating it with friction, exciting it with pressure. She strained. Her head tilted back, her teeth gritting, and her fingers toggled faster and faster.

  When the lubricant she’d applied was nearly gone, she felt the pulse deep inside, the unwinding of the fierce tension that curled so deep and hard. She moaned, thighs moving restlessly, her bottom lifting, and fingers toggled harder until, at last, she peaked.

  Immediately, she eased the rhythm because her clit couldn’t take the rougher motions. She dipped down and gathered liquid, then soothed it over the exposed knot, circling until the ripples moving up and down her channel slowed.

  With one last ragged breath, she relaxed, closing her legs, and turning her head to the side so that she couldn’t look at him.

  The chair scraped on the floor, and then the bed dipped beside her. A hand rested against her cheek, a thumb pushing to turn her head.

  Boone bent and pressed a kiss against her mouth, and then groaned and licked her lips. “I taste you,” he whispered.

  Tilly swallowed, unable to meet his gaze. What she’d done went beyond anything she’d ever shared with another person. Her body quivered in the aftermath. Mortification spread a deep flush of heat across her cheeks. She held silent, although she wanted to ask how her performance compared to all those other women he’d watched.

  Again, he kissed her, and then drew back, settling beside her on one elbow. He ran a hand over her breasts, molding them gently, and then smoothed his hand over her abdomen and down to her mound. He cupped her sex, not penetrating with his fingers.

  “I feel the after tremors,” he said, and his lips curved into a smile. “I pride myself on self-control, but I’m hard as a post right now. I’d like nothing better than to f
uck you, but you need to recover.” His glance flicked to her face. “Now, was that so terrible a punishment?”

  “Was that what it was?” she asked, her voice husky.

  His teeth flashed. “I don’t want everything to be a lesson, but rather to bring you along naturally. This was a punishment, but the lesson was that there can be pleasure in it. Punishments can be physical, which this certainly was. But more importantly, there was an element of initial humiliation. You didn’t like baring your practices for me to see.”

  Her heartbeat still thundered in her ears. She pursed her lips, pouting them. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt so exposed.” As close to a complaint as she could manage, but he didn’t seem to mind.

  He patted her pussy, a hint of challenge entering his tight expression. “Be a good girl and get dressed. And…no washing. Also, no underwear. Wear something short.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Boone smothered a laugh at the look of shock on Tilly’s face when they entered the dining room. He’d invited all his closest friends, men who shared his particular interests, to join them, having given them a heads-up that Tilly’s punishment would require a little extra attention. His men stood to one end of the dining room table, dressed casually in blue jeans or cargo pants. They straightened as he and Tilly entered.

  “You’ve met Serge, Jonesy, and Bear,” he said, beginning the introductions and ignoring her beet-red cheeks.

  No doubt she was horrified because he’d approved a very short black skirt and white halter top. More skin was exposed than she might want, especially since her nipples were still tight little beads, poking at her thin blouse. If she bent even a couple of inches, her ass cheeks would be exposed.

  Boone didn’t mind the fact his closest friends might get an eyeful of Tilly’s sweet attractions, but he’d warned them against touching her, or making any sexual innuendos that might embarrass her. He’d reserved those pleasures for himself.

  “You might remember Eric Thorson,” he said, gesturing toward the tall Swede, “from the first day you came here. Max…” he said, pointing to the little pug who lay quietly in a dog bed in the corner of the room, “is his. And then there’s Lincoln. You can call him Linc.”

  Linc’s eyes twinkled in his dark face as he waved a hand toward Tilly. “Nice to meet you, ma’am.”

  Tilly leaned closer to Boone, but offered the men a smile. “Nice to meet you and Eric.” Her hand sought Boone’s and squeezed hard.

  He bent to her ear. “Punishment hasn’t ended.”

  Her head dropped and her mouth firmed into a straight line. More important, her arms remained at her sides rather than moving forward in an attempt to hide her aroused nipples.

  Boone smoothed a hand over the swell of her hips, all the approval he’d give her, but she seemed to take strength from it. Her mouth tipped up at the corner, and she gave him a sideways glance from under her lashes. Cornflower-blue eyes held his gaze for a moment.

  Boone let the moment stretch, letting her know she was the center of his attention. Then he waved toward the table. “Let’s all be seated,” he said to his men. “I asked for grilled steaks tonight.”

  Serge rubbed his belly. “With Cajun seasoning?”

  Boone nodded. “What else?”

  The men circled the table and stood behind their chairs.

  Boone ushered Tilly forward with a hand pressed against the small of her back.

  Her sandaled feet dragged, a hint of defiance, perhaps a reminder that he shouldn’t take her obedience for granted, but she let him guide her to the chair beside the head of the table. When he pulled it out to seat her, he bent to her ear. “As soon as they sit down, I want your skirt hiked up and your bare bottom on the upholstery.”

  Her head turned slowly toward him, tilting up. Her eyes were round. “Seriously?” she whispered.

  Amusement at her shock filled him. If only she knew what else he had in store…He tapped her nose. “That’s ‘Yes, sir.’” He paused, waiting for her response.

  Her head dropped. “Yes, sir,” she said, but there was grit in her voice.

  Boone grinned as he straightened, then flashed a warning around the table before taking his seat.

  The men scraped back their chairs and sat.

  Boone gave Tilly a pointed stare before turning to Serge. “Any news from down south?”

  Tilly’s mouth tightened, and she shifted slowly in her chair.

  He wished he was close enough he could run his hand up her thigh to make sure she was following his instructions. But the heightening color of her cheeks proved an excellent barometer of her discomfort. Tonight’s lesson would feature a gentle humiliation. If she balked, he wouldn’t press, but he was curious to see how she’d react. So far, she’d reacted as he’d predicted. Unsettled but acquiescent. For now.

  “It’s been quiet,” Serge said, shooting a curious glance Tilly’s way before meeting Boone’s gaze. “Uh, Alejandro says the longer it takes for them to respond with the rest of their plan the worse it looks for those men.”

  Boone nodded and swept a hand toward the table. “Tilly, all of these men are involved with the security services division of my company, but they’ve volunteered to step away and help with getting me moved in.”

  She stopped wriggling in her chair, and raised her face. “It must be nice to have such loyal men surroundin’ you.”

  “We’re all vested in the success of the company.”

  Serge nodded. “We’ve grown wealthy together. Boone cut us in from the start. He was the man with the connections.” He lifted an arm and flexed his biceps. “We provided the brute strength and training.”

  Around the table chuckles followed.

  Tilly offered a little smile but was too wary to simply enjoy the conversation.

  Boone moved his chair nearer to her and casually leaned an elbow on one chair arm while slouching in his chair. Now he was within reaching distance. Beneath the tablecloth, he reached for her knee and gave it a caress.

  Her chest rose, and she sat up a little straighter. “So, I assume you all met in the navy?”

  Linc flashed a smile, his eyebrows waggling. “We did. Not all of us came up as BUD/S at the same time. I met Boone and Serge when Boone was first assigned to Iraq. The others,” he said, waving a hand around the table, “filled in…vacancies in our team. You get tight with men when you’re having to watch each other’s backs.”

  “When Boone decided to resign his commission,” Serge said, pausing to sip at his glass of water, “he shared his plans. Said we’d keep doing what we did best, but get paid better. As we all became eligible to leave, we stepped into jobs with Boone’s company, doing the security work ourselves. Now we train and supervise our own teams. Life’s good.”

  Boone began sliding his palm higher, his fingers trailing up the inside of her thigh.

  Her breath hitched. “And now you’re in the back of beyond in a swamp,” she said, her words coming in a rush.

  “We’ll go wherever Boone needs us.”

  Boone was glad they weren’t going where he was as he moved higher up her leg. Tilly’s thighs were clamped shut. When he was a couple of inches from her mound, her hand reached down and pushed at his.

  He’d expected her reaction but wasn’t going to bend. Not now. Tilly had an important lesson to learn. Boone glanced her way, then bent the arm perched on the chair arm and crooked a finger.

  Her glare could have roasted marshmallows, but she bent toward him.

  “Since you’ve defied me,” he whispered, “I want you to raise your skirt in back.”

  Her eyebrows lowered in a fierce frown that made him smile inside. She looked like a fierce kitten, complete with claws, which were digging into the back of his hand.

  “They’ll see my ass,” she hissed.

  “Only Bear, since he’s sitting next to you, and he won’t say a word.”

  Just then the door from the kitchen opened. His server was another member of his team, but Boone didn’t int
roduce Manny Chavez. He’d let her sweat. “Now, baby. Do it. Do it because it will please me.”

  Her eyes rounded. “Is this the punishment?”

  “You aren’t playing by the rules. And you know there will be repercussions for every second you delay. But remember what I said—there’s pleasure in the punishment.” He gave her small smile to reassure her. “Your ass is lovely, by the way.”

  “Boone…” she groaned.

  For a moment, he wondered if he’d pushed her too far, if she’d refuse. Schooling his expression, Boone shook his head. “You want to walk in my world, Tilly. Act like you’re ready for it.”

  Dropping her gaze again, she sat still, her mouth trembling. Color rose high in her cheeks.

  Boone nearly relented at that hint of her inner turmoil. Maybe she wasn’t ready. Maybe she was too shy to ever be. He could adjust. The point wasn’t that he wanted her complete submission, but rather that he wanted her to push through her own boundaries.

  But Tilly surprised him. With her fingernails still gouging the back of his hand, she began to wriggle again. Fabric rustled. From the corner of his eye, he saw the black fabric of her skirt bunch around her waist. She’d bared her bottom and a little more than he’d asked for. Slowly, she parted her thighs and let go of his hand.

  For the moment, the pleasure was all his. Warmth filled his chest at her courage. He rewarded her, slipping up to dip his fingertips into the top of her folds, giving her a caress.

  Her breath hitched, and then evened out.

  His men didn’t miss their play. They shared glances, smiles tugging at the corners of their mouths. To the accompaniment of plates landing gently on the tabletop, the wet sounds he made, swirling on her sex, added tension to the air.

  A plate slid in front of her. Then him. He glanced at Manny, dressed in dark trousers and a white dress shirt.

  Manny gave him a nod. “I’ll break out the wine.”