Oh.
“Wait...” Blinking, trying to clear my head, I held up a hand just as he went to bend over me.
He froze instantly, retreating as if pulled by strings. I sat up and couldn’t help but think how my abdomen didn’t do sexy contractions like his had done.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing.” Nervous again, I squeezed the bottle of lubricant in my hand. I darted a look at him, but it was nerve-racking meeting his eyes now. I had no idea why, either. I could be naked in front of him and talk about his dick being hard and...
“Tia...” He cupped my face in his hands and dipped his head low, pressing another one of those gentle kisses to my mouth.
“I want you to do something,” I whispered against his lips.
“Anything.”
Rolling to my knees in front of him, I shoved the bottle into his hand. He didn’t look down, simply curved an arm around my waist as he looked at me.
The silence was heavy, too heavy.
“Well?”
“Well, what?” His lashes, too thick and perfect and curly for a man, lowered briefly over his eyes. “You haven’t asked for anything.”
He was going to make me say it. My cheeks heated. Why was that a problem? We’d just discussed my bluntness, hadn’t we? Yes, yes, we had.
“You said yesterday that you could...” My mouth had gone dry and I had to stop and clear my throat. “You told me you can fuck my ass and it would feel good if I trusted you and was willing to let you teach me. So...teach me.”
Chapter 21
Spectre
The words echoed in my head.
Blood pulsed and thrummed in my veins, nerve-endings firing as if I’d been tazed, only instead of incapacitating me, it had the opposite effect—charging me, fueling me, filling me.
Her gray eyes locked with mine, mouth unsmiling, cheeks flushed while her pulse fluttered in her neck.
I eased away and looked down at the small, round object she’d pushed into my hand. I’d been more focused on her than it, thinking maybe she’d had a sex toy in her toiletry case. I hadn’t gone through it extensively and could have missed something small.
This was small—a pink bottle of personal lubricant, the kind branded for women.
Not the kind for anal sex, but that wouldn’t pose an issue.
Dragging my eyes up to hers, thoughts racing, cock already issuing demands, I asked, “Do you carry personal lubricant in your toiletry case all the time?”
“Well...” She bit her lower lip. “Yes. Usually. Orgasms are good stress relievers. And I get stressed when I travel.”
“So why not have sex?”
She made a face. “Because I don’t socialize very well and in order for me to find somebody I’d be interested in having sex with, I’d have to socialize. You made me socialize with you.”
Guilt slithered inside. “Tia—”
“You made me socialize. Not have sex. I pushed that.” Her brows arched. “And I guess I could have ignored you. I’m good at that. Now...we were discussing something else entirely.”
“We were.” Shoving the guilt aside, I studied her. The guilt would wait. It would always be there, after all. She wouldn’t. Curving my hand around her neck, I tugged her close enough that I could catch her lower lip in my mouth. “Just a day ago, you told me I wasn’t ever going to stick my cock in your butt. Now you’re asking me to do just that. Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She shivered a little. “If...if it hurts too much, you’ll stop, right?”
“Just say the word.” But I could make sure that wasn’t an issue. I’d introduced several women to this sort of sex play, the primal dominance of the act somehow able to quiet the howling voices in my head...for a time.
But that wouldn’t be the case with Tia.
This was for her.
I slid from the bed, adjusting my pants back up to cover my hips as she watched.
“Lay down and spread your thighs,” I told her.
She did so, self-consciousness making her movements stiff.
I brought her knees up, staring at the exposed folds of her pussy and making no attempt to disguise my hunger. “You’re soaking wet. Are you sure you don’t just want me to fuck you? Fill that sweet cunt with my cock until you’ve screamed yourself hoarse?”
“I...” A shudder went through her, one that had her limbs trembling before she got control. “No. I mean, can’t we do that, too?”
Instead of answering, I bent over her and flipped open the bottle, drizzling cool lubricant over the naked, vulnerable folds of her labia. She gasped, her hips bucking from the contrast of cool fluid over her hot, exposed flesh.
“Touch yourself,” I told her. “Show me how you play with yourself when you need to come, when it’s just you.”
“Why?”
“Because I told you to. The thought of you masturbating makes my mouth water. I want to listen while I take care of something. Don’t try to be quiet, either.”
“What do you have to take care of?” She frowned even as she slid her hand down her belly.
“Do you want me to spread your cheeks and fuck your ass or not?”
She rolled her eyes and huffed out a breath, then, as I fought a smile, she slid her fingers down and ran them through the lubricant. “You didn’t need to use any lubricant. I’m already wet.”
“Maybe I wanted to see it drizzling through your curls. Remember, I want to hear you.”
I walked away and wondered if she’d do it.
I didn’t have to wonder long.
A hitching gasp escaped, followed by a sigh.
“It...” Her breath hitched again before she finished. “It feels better when you do it.”
Opening the closet, I went to one of the built-in drawers and tugged on the handle. It opened to reveal gags, various restraints and several tubes of the thicker, longer-lasting lubricant she’d need if I wanted to do this properly. The whorehouse I visited in Germany provided all the accoutrements one might need, but I never did like to let somebody else provide my tools so I always brought my own.
Taking one of the tubes, I turned back, but lingered in the doorway, staring at Tia, what I could see of her. Her head faced my direction and the view allowed for me to stare at the full, round curves of her tits, plumped together by the position of her arms, since she had both of her hands between her thighs. I couldn’t see what she was doing with those hands, but a hungry moan escaped her lips and the sound had my balls drawing tight against me.
Crossing back to the bed, I stood so I could watch her and saw that she’d closed her eyes. But a smile curled her lips as if she’d sensed me.
And she had.
“It’s better when you do it...but I like knowing you’re watching me and that it turns you on.” Her lashes fluttered up. “I bet I’d like watching you, too.”
“If that’s your subtle way of making a request, I’ll keep it in mind.” Mesmerized by the play of her fingers over her clit, and how she dipped them into her pussy, I moved closer to the bed. Dropping the lubricant down, I dealt with my pants before climbing back onto the mattress. I straddled her thighs with my knees and braced my hands over her shoulders. That curious mind of hers never stopped working, never stopped questioning, and I could already see thoughts flickering. “I’m going to tell you what I plan on doing, because you are more relaxed when you know and the more relaxed you are, the easier this will be. I plan on going down on you and getting you close to orgasm. Then I’m going to stop.”
Her eyes popped wide. “What?”
“Then I’ll do it again. And I’ll stop. I might make you suck my dick before I eat your pussy again.”
Her mouth opened and closed soundlessly as she processed this and I continued. “I’ll keep doing this until you’re nearly to the breaking point, Tia, because that’s where I want you. And while I’m licking your pussy, while I’m sucking your clitoris and biting it and driving you crazy, I’ll be fucking your ass with my finger
s, opening you and getting you ready. If I don’t think you can take me without it hurting you, I’m not doing it.” I licked her lips, exactly the way I planned to lick the entrance to her cunt. “But the closer you are to coming, the more you need to orgasm, and the more you want it, the easier this will be.”
“I...” She stopped and clenched her jaw. After clearing her throat, she tried again. “You just told me you plan on basically tormenting me out of my mind just so you can fuck my ass. Do I have that right?”
“Yes.” I couldn’t help but smile.
“You look like you plan on enjoying every bit of it.”
“I will. If you still want me to do it. But...if we do it, you’ll enjoy it, too. I’ll make certain of it.”
That delicious pink color returned to her cheeks, her lips parting. Finally, she nodded. “Okay. I trust you.”
Something about those simple words grabbed me, grabbed tight and sank in, refusing to let go. Shoving the sensation down, burying it, I lowered my mouth to hers. Just before I kissed her, I whispered, “If it hurts, tell me and I’ll stop. Remember that.”
She shivered and nodded, reaching for me.
But I caught her hands and pushed them down to her sides, holding them there until she relaxed in acquiescence.
“You’ve done this before, right?”
Slanting a look at her, I said, “Yes.”
“You enjoy it.”
I stroked a hand down her hip, cupping her ass. “I...crave it. I have ugly things in me, Tia. You’re too intelligent not to know that. Having somebody submit, yield in such a way is...” I paused, searching for the right explanation. “It’s not sexual healing. I can’t be healed. But when the ugliness gets too loud and the darkness tries to take over, I have limited options that allow me to burn it out. I can kill. I can work myself into exhaustion...or I can fuck it out. When I choose to fuck it out, I want submission from my partner. I want to dominate. This isn’t a lifestyle where I expect obedience and to be called Master while my partner is a pet or slave. It’s simpler and more basic. I fuck and they yield. I dominate and they submit. And nothing is more submissive than allowing a man to fuck you in this manner.”
“Or a woman,” she said when I went quiet. “I mean, strap-ons.”
I think she expected a laugh.
“I was wrong,” I said softly as dark, ugly memories washed in. “That is one thing I could never allow you to do.”
She didn’t ask. I didn’t expect she would. But her hands smoothed over my arms and she said, “It’s not something I want anyway. Others do, and if that works for them, fine. But...I just want you.”
“Even after what I told you? That I fuck sometimes just so I don’t kill?”
“Is that why you’re with me?” That challenge in her voice again. Like she knew something I didn’t.
“I...” Gripping her thighs, I looked at her, more exposed than I’d ever been. “I’m with you because I can’t stay away.”
“Good.” A seductive feminine smile curled her lips and her lashes drifted low. “Now...you have some sexual torment to deliver.”
I hesitated.
She shrugged and I watched as she slid a hand down her belly once more. “I guess I can get started myself. I mean, you got me all hot and bothered with that talk about making me suck your cock.”
“Witch,” I breathed out, pressing my mouth to hers.
She laughed against my lips, but the sound broke off into a gasp by the time I’d trailed my lips down a path to her neck. Her collarbone was next, followed by her breasts, and each large, swollen nipple. “I love your tits. So round and perfect and soft. And your nipples...delicious.”
Burying my face between those gorgeous, ripe curves, I mounded her tits around my face before continuing my downward path.
She was panting by the time I reached my target, her hands twisting in the sheets.
Lying flat against the mattress was torment, my cock pinned between cool sheets and my belly, pulsing in time with her ragged breaths and my own racing heart.
I worked the slick honey from her cunt lower, using only that to ease my way for now. She was so wet, it was almost easy and she yielded without my prompting, pushing down and crying out when I twisted and screwed first one, then two fingers inside the silken sheath of her ass.
Sooner than I’d planned, her body tightened as her orgasm drew near and I had to stop, tearing myself from the delicious sweetness of her pussy. She moaned and grabbed my head, trying to pull me back, but I ignored her, kissing the fragile crease of skin where thigh met hip.
“Casper...please...”
“I’m just getting started, precious.”
“Damn it,” she choked out, grabbing the sheets again and jerking at them.
I trailed my mouth across her belly, gauging her breathing, the tension in her body and once she’d calmed, I went back and started flicking my tongue against her clit. She jolted and jerked upward, her hands coming down to close around my scalp in a viselike grip, tugging me closer as she begged, “Don’t stop, don’t stop...please, please, fuck, don’t...”
I stopped. She wailed in disappointment, but soon moaned as I settled back into place, lubricant slicking my fingers now. “You’re so close, I’m afraid you’ll come just from me getting you ready,” I said as I adjusted her position, dragging her knees over my shoulders, opening her, lifting her.
“I won’t...please...just...don’t stop...oh!” She bucked, startled as I pushed three fingers in this time, flexing them. Soon, she was crying out and begging as I went back to eating her cunt, drinking down that delicious honey even as I made her wet with more.
And again, too soon, she clenched up, body closing in on that edge once more.
I stopped.
Tia glared at me as I pushed up onto my knees. One hand was wet from her and the lubricant and I rested it on my thigh while I used my other hand to wipe my mouth and chin where her sweetness coated me. Staring into her eyes, I licked my palm, seeking out every last bit of her essence.
“I told you how this would go,” I said after licking my lips, taking in the last bit of her taste. I slid from the bed and went into the bathroom to wash my hands.
She was sitting up and scowling when I came out.
Grabbing a pillow, I tossed it onto the floor, then pointed.
“Now get on your knees.”
Chapter 22
Tia
If I’d ever been this turned on, I couldn’t remember.
If I’d ever been this exposed, I couldn’t remember.
If I’d ever been this desperate, I couldn’t remember.
And I knew I’d never been this needy before. This kind of need, this kind of want—it just wasn’t possible to feel something like it and forget.
Casper had me on my knees at the side of the bed without me even realizing I’d moved.
He speared his fingers into my hair and I groaned as he cranked my head back and pressed the head of his cock to my mouth.
It was the most carnal, the most intimate thing I’d ever experienced, taking him in while he stared down at me and told me to suck, to take him deeper and swallow his dick.
Such crude words.
Such naked need.
The head of his cock bumped the back of my throat. Gripping his hips, I moaned and pressed against him, hungry for more.
Casper swore, his fist gripping my hair while cupping my chin with his other hand.
“That’s it, precious,” he muttered, settling into a rhythm I’d already grown accustomed to. “Take it...take me...I want to come down your throat. Will you swallow it? Will you swallow me?”
I keened, the sound smothered around his penis. The ache in my pussy was so overpowering, I had to clench my thighs together just to cope with it.
He pulled me off, holding me in place as he started to pump his dick. “You’d let me come like this, Tia,” he murmured. “Wouldn’t you? I could stroke myself off and you’d swallow it and love it.”
; I swayed forward, wanting to wrap my lips around him again, but he didn’t let me, forcing me to stay there as he stroked himself and waited for my answer.
“Yes.” Panting, I looked up at him. Everything in me hurt. For all of him, for everything he could give me. “Please...don’t stop now, Casper.”
Vivid green eyes locked on mine, he dragged his fist up his cock, then down. “Open your mouth.”
I did, unable to do anything else.
He tucked the head of his cock between my lips and I shuddered as he pumped his fist slowly—once, twice, three times.
“I’m tempted to come here and now, right down your throat,” he said, his voice distant and cool. His fingers spread wide over my neck, curving around, then arching my head upward. “Let you suck me off and give you exactly what you’re begging for.”
He thrust faster, harder, until the head of his cock hit the back of my throat in a frenzied, bruising rhythm.
I grabbed onto his thighs, my nails digging into his flesh.
His cock jerked hard and fast and I moaned, taking him deeper without any conscious effort of my part.
Then he had me on my feet, spinning around and bending me over.
“But that’s not what I want.”
He spanked me. Hard.
I jumped, caught off guard.
A split second later, the cool, slick fluid of the lubricant slicked over that darker, almost completely untried entrance. He pushed into my ass with his fingers, determined, unrelenting, penetrating and demanding surrender.
He hunkered over me at the same time, whispering into my ear, “Yield for me, Tia. Take it...”
A low whine escaped my throat. He had me bent over and I gripped the comforter in my fists as he pulled back. Sapped of strength, I sagged over the bed. I couldn’t see him, but I felt his every movement as he straightened behind me, kicking my ankles apart to widen my stance before he moved in closer.
“Last chance, precious,” he said, the words both a promise and a threat.
I shivered as he tucked the lubricant-slick head of his cock into place, probing against my ass.
“We’re past that, aren’t we?” I whispered.
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