He slid his other hand to her bottom and lower to join the first. And then he teased the elastic that sat on both sides of her pussy. He played there for a while, dragging his fingers back and forth, pulling the material away from her lower lips at times and snapping it back into place at other times.
Her breathing grew labored, and she struggled to avoid squirming.
“Sir…”
“Shh, baby. Don’t speak out of turn. Concentrate on how I make you feel.” This arrangement was beyond his wildest dreams. Hope was so damn submissive. For a woman whose entire knowledge came from books and internet research, she was explosive. Every tiny command made her knees buckle.
Was it fair to label her as submissive? How could someone with as little experience as her know what they wanted?
Then again, it would seem her body and her mind had their own ideas. Maybe she could be submissive. Was he ruining her for all future vanilla relationships? The idea alone made him cringe. He closed his eyes and sighed as he stroked his fingers down the center of her panties again. The visual of any other man ever touching her made his chest tighten. And not for the first time.
He needed to get a grip on that reaction. She wasn’t his. She couldn’t be his even if both of them wanted such a thing. Even if their chemistry remained as in sync as it was so far for their entire trip.
None of that mattered because she came from a different world. She needed to return to that world and clean up her mess. She would need to take time to find herself and decide what she truly wanted in life.
He couldn’t dare allow himself to think of keeping her at the end of this arrangement. To do so would be foolish. He was a simple man. His days were peaceful and empty of strife. He had the best arrangement in the world with the new club opening in Denver. He worked as a web designer from home during the day, maintaining his own hours. He would work in the evenings at Zodiac. He worked out, played with submissives at the club, and relaxed in his down time.
Hope came from chaos and money. Fundraising dinners that cost hundreds of dollars a head. Her parents were in a social sphere completely out of his range of comprehension.
Granted, Rowen dealt with those same money issues married to Faith, and he’d somehow managed to make things work. But Faith had shunned her parents’ life of luxury early on.
Hope had not. She’d lived with a silver spoon all the way until yesterday. Hell, the woman was still living at home at the age of twenty-six. No amount of chemistry would overcome their complete lack of compatibility outside of the bedroom.
Why was Aaron even pondering these thoughts? He had a sexy submissive in his arms, and he was about to strip her of her last remaining swath of silk and fuck her until she screamed his name. That was all that mattered. She’d begged him to do this. And it was not going to be a hardship. He would deal with letting her go after he put her on a plane in four days.
On that thought, he righted her and then kneeled in front of her to slide her panties down her legs.
She had to lift her feet one at a time and bring them closer together to get the lace off her ankles, but when he had her naked, he nudged her feet even farther apart, gripped her thighs with both hands, and licked a line through her folds.
She moaned while he nuzzled the cleanly shaved, smooth skin of her pussy. Her scent was intoxicating. He would never be able to get enough of it.
This woman had him on his knees. Literally.
He lifted his face and then slid his hands up her thighs and her belly until he cupped her breasts. As he rose to his feet, she licked her lips.
He reached behind him to pull the pink fuzzy handcuffs from his back pocket, knowing she was still unaware of what had stroked her skin. He dangled them now in front of her so that the chains clinked together enough to make her wonder.
She pulled her lips into her mouth and then fretted the bottom lip with her teeth.
He dragged the soft fluffy cotton of the cuffs down her cheek.
She jerked her head in that direction.
He continued, sliding the tempting implement down until he flicked it over her nipple.
That earned him a swallow.
Grabbing the two cuffs in one hand, he let the chain dangle and sway between them, the cold metal bumping into her nipple.
She gasped, lips parting.
“So curious…” he murmured.
She said nothing.
“Good girl. You’re learning. I like that.” He took the thicker metal clasp where the chain connected to it and pressed it against her nipple.
Another gasp. Her head tipped back.
“That’s a girl. I want you to concentrate on how I make you feel. Nothing else exists.”
She swayed.
He knew it was time to situate her on the bed. She would enjoy the first orgasm so much more if she didn’t have to concentrate on standing at the same time.
With one hand on her shoulder, he guided her toward the king-sized bed. “Come on.”
She followed, taking slow tentative steps as if she were unsure what might be in front of her.
He’d barely given her time to look around the room before he blindfolded her, which would add to her confusion. When he reached the bed, he left her standing there for a moment so he could drag the comforter and top sheet down to the foot of the mattress.
“You can release your wrist, baby.” As soon as she let go, he grabbed her waist and lifted her, settling her on her hands and knees on the mattress.
She wiggled, crawling a few inches farther.
He swatted her ass lightly. “Don’t move without permission.”
She froze, but the sweet sound that escaped her lips sent more blood to his cock.
Aaron needed to release the pressure before he came behind the zipper. He took a moment to remove his clothes. There was no sense in keeping anything on since he fully intended to slide into her warmth tonight. Eventually. But not until he could tell by her moans and body language that she desperately needed to have his cock inside her.
He grabbed the cuffs off the mattress and then gave her further instructions. “Spread your knees wider. Lower your cheek and chest to the mattress, hands above your head.”
She moved awkwardly, but she assumed a position that approximated what he had in mind. He grabbed her hips, dragged her back a few inches, and nudged her knees up under her a bit. This left her pussy and butt completely exposed to him.
It also made her moan.
The result was a bobbing cock that demanded attention it would not yet receive. He didn’t dare take himself in hand for fear he would come. He wanted to save his orgasm for deep inside her pussy.
Reaching alongside her body, he tapped her hand with the soft hoop of the cuffs. “Handcuffs, baby. Compliments of your amazing friends. Grab one end with each hand and don’t let go.”
She clasped her fingers around the loops as he offered them, gripping them as though her life depended on it.
“I don’t want to restrain you tonight, but I do want you to experience the sensation anyway. For most submissives, being held responsible for their own restraint is far more constraining than any ropes or bindings.”
She nodded, but didn’t move.
He left her there to return to the suitcase, knowing exactly what he wanted next.
He lifted the package for the narrow electric dildo and tore it open. From across the room he watched her flinch, and he smiled. Rummaging around in the suitcase again, he found exactly what he knew would be inside. Faith would never have left out the variety of necessary batteries.
Moments later, he had the vibrator ready to go. He grabbed a condom from the suitcase, returned to Hope, and stood between the spot where her feet hung off the edge of the mattress. The position was perfect. He could see her dripping pussy, the lips swollen with arousal. The pucker of her tight hole made him close his eyes for a moment to get his dick under control.
Setting one palm on her bottom, he squeezed the soft flesh, making her stiffen an
d try to pull her cheeks together. He swatted her again. Not hard. Not even enough to sting. Just enough to get her attention. “You’re not going to be able to keep any part of you sacred from me, Hope. Don’t try.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her butt cheeks relaxed marginally.
He wouldn’t touch her tight hole yet, perhaps not even this week, but he did want her to wonder. He also wanted her to submit to his view anytime he requested it.
He watched her body tremble. She had her face turned to the side, resting on her cheek. Her lips were parted. Her chest was rising and falling.
It was time to give her something that would help her relax. First, he reached between her legs and dragged a finger through her smooth folds to ensure himself she was as wet as she appeared.
She was dripping. She rocked backward into his touch too.
He removed that hand, gripped her hip with his other hand, and reached for the vibrator. It was thin, but he wanted to penetrate her for the first time with something that would reach deeper than his fingers so that he could prepare her for his cock.
The moment he touched her entrance with the tip of the dildo, she lifted her face and gasped.
“Cheek down, baby. You don’t get to move yet.”
She lowered her face, whimpering louder now.
He dragged the tip along her folds next, swiping it over her clit several times and then circling the swollen nub. If he hadn’t had his hand on her hip, she would have rocked away from him. He didn’t comment. He was fairly certain she wasn’t even aware of her body pushing back for more contact.
Finally, he set the dildo at her entrance and pressed slowly into her.
She moaned loudly, leaning backward, her body demanding more.
He slid the vibrator out and then entered her again, farther. Two inches and then three. Back out. Back in. Deeper.
She was so fucking sexy. When he finally entered her, he was going to shoot his load in moments.
When he had the dildo seated as far as he wanted, he turned the knob at his palm to cause it to vibrate inside her.
She cried out, as expected. Her legs shook and her toes curled under.
He fucked her slowly with the device, tipping it slightly so that it would hit the exact spot inside her that would blow her mind.
“Oh God. Ohgodohgodohgod.” She lifted her head and arched her neck. He didn’t admonish her for the words or the actions. She was too far gone to be expected to control herself.
At the last second, just when he suspected she would come, he pulled the vibrator out and set the tip on her clit instead.
She screamed as the orgasm washed through her.
He’d never seen anything as gorgeous as Hope Davenport on her knees, the pink cuffs fisted in her small hands, her neck arched, mouth open, panting through the waves of release.
Never.
Nor did he expect he would ever see anything as beautiful again in his life. He flinched, that last thought startling him. He’d seen submissives orgasm before. Nothing like this though. Her innocence and her need were intoxicating to him.
While she was still gasping for oxygen, he turned off the vibrator, dropped it on the bed, and grabbed her hips to flip her onto her back. He quickly ripped open the condom, slid it onto his erection, and climbed onto the bed.
With his hands under her shoulder blades, he slid her farther across the mattress and then used the thumbs of both hands to ease the tie over her head. He wanted to see her eyes. He wanted her to hold his gaze while he made love to her for the first time. She would not hide from him.
She blinked into the light of the room. He had turned off nothing, wanting to watch every single reaction.
“You can let go of the cuffs,” he said, his voice gravelly. He cleared his throat. “Wrap your arms around me, baby.” He wanted her hands on him. It wasn’t like him to let a submissive have this kind of freedom, but Hope wasn’t like any submissive he’d ever been with.
She dug the tips of her fingers into his shoulder blades.
He nudged her knees apart and situated himself between her trembling thighs. And then he kissed her, taking her lips in a rough demanding kiss that would let her know exactly how much he wanted her.
No one had ever held this woman like this. Cherished her. Watched her come apart. Felt her body grabbing at his. Tasted the sweetness. Inhaled the scent of sex in the air. Hope’s sex. Her essence. A powerful aphrodisiac that made his head spin.
While he kissed her, he lined his cock up easily with her entrance and stroked the tip through her folds. She moaned into his mouth, lifted her hips to meet his contact.
He released her lips reluctantly, wanting all of his attention on her face. He cupped her head with both hands and stroked her temples with his thumbs. “You can say no.” Hardest words he’d ever managed to speak.
She furrowed her brow. “Aaron. My God. Do it.”
She didn’t address him as Sir, but then again, they had fallen completely out of the role by now. He hovered over this amazing woman in a fully vanilla position, staring into her deep brown eyes, falling into their depths. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d held a woman so intimately without dominating her more fully. Maybe he could do vanilla. For her. For tonight. Just this once.
He rocked forward, lodging partly inside her.
She gripped him tighter while he studied her face. She held his gaze without being told. He wondered if she too had the wherewithal to want to memorize this moment.
Deeper. With every painstaking thrust, he went deeper. He knew the moment he started hurting her because she pursed her lips and squeezed her eyes shut. It was only a moment, and he waited for her to return to him.
When she did, it was simultaneous with a buck of her hips that forced him almost to the hilt. A small, pained whimper accompanied her action, and then her face softened.
He pushed the rest of the way in, holding steady. “You okay?” His cock ached, demanding more. He didn’t grant the stiff erection its wish, but he did silently promise this would not be the last time his dick would be permitted to enjoy this tight warmth. Far from it.
A smile spread, a lazy one that held a secret. “So very okay.”
He smiled in return and eased almost out. Then he thrust back in hard.
She gasped, her fingers gripping him tighter, pulling him closer.
He did it again, holding his breath to keep from coming. There was no way in hell he could make her come this first time he was inside her. Not simultaneously at least. So, he didn’t even concentrate on that effort. Instead, he permitted himself to get lost in her heat and enjoy every glide of her pussy against his cock.
She was damn tight. Also expected.
He picked up the pace, needing the release, wanting to empty himself inside her so that he could bring her along right behind him. It didn’t take long, and he held himself deep as his cock pulsed with his release.
She was smiling, her hands running up and down his back and then into his hair.
He gave himself about ten seconds to recover, and then he pulled out of her and dragged himself to his knees between her legs. He settled his butt on his heels, pushed her thighs wider, flattened his palms at the apex, and then rubbed her folds with his thumbs.
She gripped the sheets at her sides, her chest arching off the bed as she cried out.
He flattened one hand on her belly to hold her steady and set the three middle fingers of his other hand on her soaking wet clit, rubbing hard and fast.
Her body clenched.
“Aaron,” she screamed, arching farther.
He couldn’t see her face, but that was okay. He was focused on her pussy anyway, the clench of her thighs, the tremble of every muscle as she climbed higher and higher.
Her butt cheeks clenched. Her pussy swelled further. She was so wet, her moisture leaking to coat his fingers. He didn’t dare stop the friction that was going to push her over the edge.
He was touching every inch of her clit, the hood, her labia. E
verywhere. Rubbing hard. He didn’t think she would be sore because she was so damn wet.
A sharp cry, and then she came. She held her ass off the bed while her orgasm consumed her. Every inch of her body shook.
He didn’t ease up until she started to come down. He didn’t remove his fingers until she dropped completely onto the mattress, limp and sated, smiling. Her eyes were unfocused. She was beautiful.
Aaron collapsed beside her, careful not to fall on top of her and squish her. With one leg over both of hers and a hand draped across her body, he kissed her neck. “Welcome to vanilla.”
“I thought you didn’t do vanilla.” She giggled, tucking her chin against her shoulder. He hadn’t shaved today, so he had no doubt his facial hair tickled.
“I don’t.”
Chapter 11
“What do you do for money?” Hope asked him the next morning when they were back on the road.
Morning was a stretch. They hadn’t lifted a limb until ten o’clock and then only because they needed to check out before eleven. This was why he’d altered their timetable a bit.
“I’m a web designer.”
“Really?” She had her legs curled under her, and she was twisted to face him as he drove. Her head was tipped to one side, a smile plastered on her face that hadn’t changed since he’d taken her virginity.
One thing was for sure, she obviously didn’t regret a thing.
“You’re surprised.” He glanced in the rearview mirror and then back at her. “What did you picture me doing?” He couldn’t help grinning back at her. Her happiness was infectious.
She shrugged. “I don’t know. At first I only visualized you managing the club. But it occurred to me that all of the other guys have day jobs outside of Zodiac.”
“When I got out of the army, I went to college while my leg recovered. It took a year of physical therapy to get it back in shape.”
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