He loved the way she felt in his arms. So light but so solid and warm. With her arms wrapped around his neck and her hands combing through his hair he wished he could purr. Instead, he hummed in appreciation and was rewarded with a soft kiss on his neck and a little nip at his earlobe.
God, she was perfect. She was the Holy Grail, a fucking unicorn and a mermaid all rolled into one. She would challenge him, keep him on his toes- make him prove himself. But when he did… Jesus, her submission would be sweeter than anything else.
“So what now?” Amanda’s voice was a husky whisper in his ear.
“Now, I tell you what I think.”
“What do you think?”
“I think that you, Princess, are a brat,” he said with a smile.
“That’s a little harsh.” She frowned, sticking out her bottom lip in an adorable pout.
“It’s a type of submissive,” he explained, tossing her onto her bed like a sack of flour and watching her bounce once before settling onto the mattress. He reached over his head and grabbed the back of his shirt, dragging it up and over his head. He tossed it to the floor and found Amanda’s eyes glued to his exposed chest.
Her eyes were wide and she licked her lips like he was the last piece of chocolate cake. He smirked as he crooked a finger in her direction. Climbing up on her knees she bent forward and placed her hands on the bed, making the neck of her shirt gape open enough to show him what was underneath. He adjusted himself as she crawled toward him, going slowly and arching her back.
She was playing with him already and she didn’t even realize it.
“You actually think I’m a submissive?” she asked, cocking her head to one side. Her wry smile told him she thought he was mistaken, but Parker would enjoy proving her wrong.
“I know it.”
“I’m sorry, have we met? I don’t have a submissive bone in my body.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.”
She sat up now that she was before him, back straight, shoulders back, knees slightly parted. The posture was so perfectly at odds with her words it would have made him laugh if it hadn’t also made him so hard that it was physically painful.
“I meant what I said to you that night. You need someone who can read your body and take care of you without instruction. When you find him, you’ll submit. And you’ll love every fucking second.”
“And that’s you?” she asked, biting her lip. He cupped her face in his hand and freed her lip. He stroked her bottom lip with his thumb, imagining all sorts of wicked things he’d have her doing very soon.
“Fucking right, it’s me,” he growled.
“Is this the part where I tell you to teach me?” she asked, her voice sounding breathless in a way he knew was intentional. The smile that came after was positively devilish. As if he needed more evidence to support his theory.
“You wouldn’t be much of a brat if you did,” he replied, leaning so close that his lips barely brushed hers. Her lips parted, ready for him, but he pulled back. Now the fun really started.
He smiled at her as he unbuckled his belt and slipped it out of the loops of his jeans. Her eyes widened and he wasn’t sure if it was excitement or fear, but it didn’t matter. He tossed the belt away. He had no intention of using it on her now, or ever. He wasn’t about pain. He was never about pain.
He popped the button on his pants and slid the zipper down, looking up at her through his lashes to see that she was watching him, transfixed.
He put his hands in his pockets and pushed the jeans down just enough to show the top of his boxers and most of the erection he was sporting underneath. And then he stopped. And waited.
When her eyes flicked up to meet his he smiled.
“Take off your shirt for me,” he said. She bit her lip and he could tell she was debating whether or not to do it. He could practically see the wheels turning in her head. On one hand, she clearly wanted him as much as he wanted her, and thank fuck for that. But she also wanted to win the argument.
The question was which did she want more. He recognized the moment it clicked in her head. She grinned like she’d just outsmarted Bobby Fischer. She’d just realized that he wasn’t going to hold out forever and if she said no, he’d have to try harder.
“No,” she replied,
“Alright,” he replied. “Have it your way.”
He leaned forward and kissed her, hard. He let gravity take him down to the bed on top of her. Oh, man did she feel amazing under him. Her legs parted and wrapped around him, pressing her mound against his throbbing cock.
He kissed his way to her ear, nipping at the skin just below it and then nibbling and sucking his way down her neck to her shoulder. He stopped at the neckline of her shirt and moved downward, picking up the trail on her bicep. He continued downward until he placed a soft kiss in the center of her palm followed by a nip to the fleshy part of her thumb. He released her right hand and moved on to the left, starting on that side where he’d left off on the other.
By the time he reached the sleeve of her shirt on her left arm, she was writhing and arching, pressing her breasts against his chest. He knew what she wanted, but she wasn’t going to get it. Once again he skipped any part of her body that was covered by the shirt, resuming his attention at the base of her neck.
For extra effect, he ran his hand up her calf to her thigh, squeezing and kneading as he went. When he’d reached her mouth for another deep kiss, and then started the process over again, he could tell she was beginning to get frustrated.
“Touch me,” she whispered, trying to maneuver her body to put him closer to where she so badly wanted his attention.
He gave her a wolfish smile and simply continued kissing and nipping and sucking his way down the sensitive skin on the inside of her arm.
“No.”
“Fine,” she moaned, grabbing the hem of her shirt and shimmying out of it before tossing it to the floor.
“Good girl.” He smiled at her reluctant compliance as he palmed one of her small, soft breasts. She gasped as he rewarded her by lavishing them with all of his attention. They fit perfectly in his hand and her skin was so smooth.
His mouth found one perfectly rosy nipple and he pulled it into his mouth, sucking gently until she was grabbing at his hair and moaning. He closed his teeth around it and bit down softly. Not enough to hurt, but just enough to get her attention. He didn’t let go though. He kept the pressure on as he continued to work her other breast with his hand.
She began to squirm and when he finally released the pressure she made a long, guttural groan of pleasure.
“See how good I can make it for you if you let me?” He rolled his hips to emphasize his point and to try and relieve some of the ache.
Amanda made a noncommittal noise and he smiled to himself. He removed his hand from her breast and wound it in her golden blond hair, using it to pull her head back, arching her neck.
She made a soft mewling noise and he knew she was enjoying this as much as he was. He put his mouth right next to her ear and he spoke in a low growl.
“I didn’t catch that, Princess. Care to repeat it?” He began moving his hips in rhythmic waves as he sucked on the skin beneath her ear long enough to leave a love bite. The idea made him harder still. He liked the thought of marking her more than he cared to admit.
“Yes,” she gasped. Arching her back more to give him better access to her neck.
“Yes, you see?” he asked.
“I see,” she groaned, half in pleasure and half in frustration.
“Good.” Parker pulled away and stood up. He tugged his jeans down and kicked them to the side, leaving his boxers in place. “Now, do you trust me?”
He held his breath for a moment, realizing how much the answer to that mattered to him. Amanda didn’t hesitate. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked him in the eye.
“Yes.”
He nodded once since he didn’t trust his voice to speak. He didn’t know what he’d done
to deserve this moment of bliss, but he was going to take advantage of it while he could. Who knows, maybe this would end up inked into his skin like all the other best moments in his life. Only time would tell.
✽✽✽
Amanda didn’t know what would happen next, but she knew that whatever it was, Parker would, in fact, take care of her. She trusted him. Even when she’d thought he wasn’t interested in her, she’d never once actually thought he’d ever hurt her. Physically anyway.
She was still trying to wrap her head around what he’d told her, and although she’d been joking around with the whole “teach me” thing, she had no idea what she was doing. She was going purely on instinct and just doing what felt right in the moment. She was trusting Parker to help her figure this out.
And good lord, he’d already gotten her closer to orgasm than anyone ever had before and he hadn’t even gotten her fully naked yet. That alone earned him the benefit of the doubt.
“Put your arms out,” he said, raising an eyebrow as if expecting her to refuse. As much fun as that would be if the last twenty minutes or so was any indication, she was too excited to see what he would do to play coy. And there was nothing like subverting expectations to keep a man on his toes.
She raised her arms in front of her and he smiled a little as he retrieved his belt from the floor. He looped it back on itself and through the buckle and then again until it looked like an infinity symbol. He took each of her hands and guided it through the separate loops before pulling the belt tight around her wrists.
Her heartbeat kicked up in anticipation, thumping wildly in her chest.
“Do I need a safeword?” she asked, trying to keep her tone light.
“No. If it’s too much or you don’t like something, just tell me to stop. I’ll stop. No exceptions,” he replied, his tone serious.
“What do I say if I do like something… like, a lot?” she asked.
“When that happens- and it will happen, Princess- you’ll say my name.” He lifted her hands until they were over her head before pushing her back onto the bed. As he settled between her legs, his mouth found her breast again and she closed her eyes to savor the feeling.
His free hand moved up to her neck and he took hold of her jaw, holding her head in place. Her eyes popped open and she found him staring back at her.
“Moan it… shout it… scream it, but you will say. My. Name.” he growled before taking her mouth in a savage kiss that left her breathless.
He released her just long enough to remove her shorts and toss them aside. When he returned she was disappointed to still feel fabric between them.
“You’re not naked,” she pouted.
He laughed and shook his head. “Not yet. Patience, Princess.”
“I want you.” She arched her back and pressed herself against him in an attempt to entice him. She tried to reach for him with her bound hands, but he shook his head and guided them back over her head.
“Hands stay there. I think someone needs to learn a little patience. Maybe that will be lesson number one,” he said with a wink. He kissed the tip of her nose, then her mouth, and then her chin. He worked his way down her body until he reached the thin strip of hair she left when she shaved. He paused, placing her legs over his shoulders and clamping down on them with his hands until she was locked into place.
She was very glad she’d showered because Parker dove right in with a long sweep of his tongue that ended with a little flick on her clit. She moaned and moved to run her hands through his hair. He immediately stopped, taking hold of the belt and pressing it back into the mattress above her head.
“Uh-uh,” he said with a shake of his head. “Not allowed. I think we’ll have to go for ten instead of five,” he said to himself as he moved back into position between her legs.
“Ten of what?” Her voice was breathless and she squirmed beneath him.
“You’ll see. Move your hands again and I’ll make it fifteen,” he said sternly, biting the inside of her thigh and making her yelp. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt but it had definitely gotten her attention.
He went back to work with enthusiasm, doing things with his tongue that she hadn’t thought were possible. She focused on keeping her arms above her head, at least until she knew what he was threatening her with.
Sooner than she ever would have thought she was on the cusp of an orgasm. She wanted to cry with joy that she’d finally managed to get there with someone other than BOB.
But just when she’d been about to climax he backed off, gentling his motions until the moment had passed. She swore under her breath in frustration, which was quickly forgotten as he picked up his pace again and increased the pressure until she was once again on the verge of combusting.
But again, he slowed his pace and lightened his touch as if he had all the time in the world. She groaned, straining to move her hips to get the pressure she needed despite his iron grip on her thighs.
After the third time, she wanted to scream.
“Please,” she begged. “ I need-”
“I know what you need,” he interrupted her, punctuating his words by sucking her clit into his mouth and pulling on it gently until she was writhing again, hoping that this time…
But no. Again he brought her back down. That was when she realized that he was doing this on purpose. He’d gotten her so close and then pulled her back down. How many times? She tried to think but her brain had turned to jelly. Four times?
Oh, God…
“Ten?” she squeaked. “Ten times?”
She felt his chuckle against her damp skin and a shiver started in her core and spread throughout her whole body.
This was torture. This was cruel and unusual punishment. Maybe she should stop him. Could she really handle being teased like this six more times?
She gritted her teeth through five and six. By the seventh time, she was begging, pleading with him to let her come. The eighth, ninth, and tenth times she was speaking in tongues, nothing but completely incoherent gibberish coming out of her mouth.
She’d given up struggling somewhere around the eighth time and she merely lay there, completely boneless as he brought her up and down over and over again.
After the tenth time, not only did he slow down, but he stopped, crawling up her body and kissing her hard. She could taste herself on him and it drove her crazy.
“So fucking good,” he groaned. “You did so good, Princess.”
Those words, growled in her ear, sent a warm tingle spreading out from her chest. He was proud of her and somehow that was not just enough to make the torture worth it, it was... everything.
This time, instead of holding her tight, he spread her knees wide until she was in something resembling a yoga pose, running his hands up and down the inside of her thigh. He licked and sucked and she felt that all too familiar tightening in her body. She felt him prod at her entrance and slowly sink two fingers inside her.
He curled them upward, massaging that magic little spot, and as if he’d flipped a switch her body coiled tight and then flew apart. It was not only the first orgasm a man had ever given her, but it was earth-shatteringly, mind-blowingly, hallucination-inducingly good. Her back arched, her toes curled- it was everything she’d ever heard about sex and then some. She would swear she saw God as her soul left her body.
She had never felt anything so intense in her entire life.
“Parker.” It wasn’t a moan or a scream or a shout. It was more of a whimper. All the energy in her body was devoted to what was happening inside her and she had none to spare for anything else.
“That’s it,” he purred. “That’s my girl.”
She felt him withdraw his fingers and she heard the rustle of fabric hitting the ground. Parker, now fully and gloriously naked knelt on the bed between her legs.
Good lord, the man was gorgeous. All six feet of him looked chiseled out of marble. Except for the rise and fall of his chest, he could have been one of those statues of David that
were all over Europe.
Except she was pretty sure those statues didn’t have a sleeve of tattoos that stretched from wrist to sternum and they certainly didn’t have that light dusting of blond hair covering their chest and trailing down to…
Holy Shit.
No statue she’d ever seen had been that well-endowed.
“I don’t have a condom.” Parker gripped his cock and began to stroke. He was large and hard and she wanted so badly to experience what sort of sorcery he could wield with that after the miracles he’d worked with his mouth.
“Bathroom,” she croaked. She cleared her throat, licked her dry lips, and tried again. “The bathroom at the end of the hall. The cabinet under the sink.
Parker nodded once and hopped up off the bed. He strolled, naked and completely unconcerned, out of her room. He reappeared a moment later with several foil packets, one of which he was already tearing open with his teeth.
Standing beside the bed he rolled it on while staring at her body with rapt adoration. She felt like she was actually fucking glowing.
“You sure you’ve got more for me?” he asked, crawling between her legs and sitting back on his heels.
She nodded. She wasn’t at all sure, but she’d be damned if she was going to pass up the chance if it was even remotely possible he was as good with his dick as he was with his tongue.
He came down on top of her, kissing her thoroughly before pressing himself against her core. He slid in slowly, inch by inch and she shifted her hips to try and accommodate him. Parker grabbed a pillow, shoving it under her hips to improve the angle and they both groaned together as he slid home.
As he started to move, she knew that she did in fact have more to give. It seemed impossible, but she wasn’t going to question it, she was just going to sit back and enjoy it.
Her hands were beginning to go numb and she so desperately wanted to touch him.
“My hands,” she breathed. “Can you untie them? I want to touch you. Please?”
“How can I say no when you ask so nicely?” He pulled her wrists free with a few quick jerks of the leather.
“Touch away,” he said with a smile as he picked up speed. Amanda ran her hands up his chest, relishing the hard planes of his chest and the dents and grooves of his abdomen. She slid them around to his back and dug in her nails as he began to move faster and faster.
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