R.S.V.P.

by Madeleine Oh

  Despite her powerful release, her vagina clenched at the thought of his cock entering her.

  “Now, Scarlet, you may pleasure me.”

  The swing swayed and she felt the brush of his masculine thigh against her side. Something hard prodded her in the chin.

  “Open for me.”

  She opened her mouth and felt the brush of his cock against her lips. She inhaled the rich, masculine scent of his body mixed with her arousal. Her tongue darted out and she lapped at the head of his cock then took him inside. He bit off a groan as her tongue sought out the sensitive underside. Without the benefit of her hands, she was limited in what she could accomplish but she would try her best.

  Like he was a lollipop and she a starving woman, she sucked his luscious cock. Creating a gentle suction with her cheeks, she worked her mouth over his length before flicking her tongue over the sensitive head. Over and over she worked him until she felt his thighs tremble against her sides. He was close to release.

  “Stop.”

  Surprised, Elle allowed him to slip from her mouth before it even registered that he’d pulled away. The swing spun and the soft whirring noise sounded again.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Miss Scarlet.” His voice was guttural, his southern accent thick. “Speak now if you have any objections.”

  “I—”

  His cock slid deep inside her cunt, stretching and filling her deeper than ever before. He rocked back and forth, the swing giving her a weightlessness that enabled her to meet each thrust with no effort on her part at all. His hips pounded at hers and she lost all sense of self. Beneath her, the swing moved and swayed, a welcome partner in their sexual act.

  “Please.” Her moan was low.

  “Greedy little slave,” he panted. “Don’t worry, you will get what you deserve and more. Much more.”

  The pace increased and reality faded to a soft, red haze. Their breathing was loud and ragged as the storm raged over her senses. His balls made a soft, slapping sound against her buttocks as the precipice beckoned to her.

  “You may come now, Scarlet.”

  The motion of the swing grew rougher when he thrust harder, faster. His fingers slipped between their bodies and zeroed in on her clit. He gave it a firm, assured rub then a quick pinch, just enough to send her off the edge. Her world shattered and she soared into the cosmos.

  Chapter Seven

  Blue buried his nose in Scarlet’s mass of dark hair and inhaled her spicy fragrance. After their explosive games in the dungeon, they’d returned to his suite and climbed into bed for a nap. She’d fallen asleep immediately while he was still wide-awake.

  The party below stairs had died and the house was quiet. Only a few candles remained burning in their bedroom, and the fresh night air drifted in through the open windows. He tangled his fingers in Scarlet’s silken locks. He couldn’t remember ever feeling quite this content, this peaceful.

  Beside him his eager submissive still slept. Her breathing was even and it had been a while since she’d moved. Holding his breath, he pulled away the bedsheet until his lover was revealed.

  Scarlet lay on her stomach as bare as the day she’d entered this world. He’d told her to remove her stockings and heels after they’d stumbled back to his bedroom, exhausted and sated from their sensual excess. Her delightful backside was pert and still retained a hint of blush from the flogger. Blue longed to sink his teeth into a plump curve.

  She made a soft sound in her sleep that sounded like a cross between a snore and the purr of a kitten. Candlelight kissed the exposed curves of her back, buttocks and thighs, like a lover. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and considering the women with which he’d consorted, that was saying something. In his youth he’d collected women the way some men collected sports memorabilia. He skimmed his hand along the inside of her thigh, his touch light and undemanding. Her breathing hitched.

  Blue pulled back and allowed her to settle down. Once he was sure she was still asleep, he rose onto his knees to lower his mouth to her spine. He trailed soft kisses down her back then along the curve of her butt cheek. Seeing her here, naked and vulnerable, was a powerful turn-on. His cock, already hardening, leapt forth. Blue was amazed at his stamina. He’d always been a highly sexed man but with his delectable Scarlet, he’d become a sexual Olympian.

  He adored her ass. His teeth grazed the plump curve. She was the perfect size and shape, just right to cushion his body when he took her from behind, which would be any minute now.

  He slid his hand between her thighs and parted her cunt. Zeroing in on her clit, he stroked the tender bud. She made a soft sound and her hips shifted in a restless movement. He leaned forward and nipped at her buttock as his fingers plundered her hidden treasures.

  “You’re already wet for me, my slave.”

  He caressed the bundle of nerves and she began to awaken. Her hips shifted and she moaned, still more than half asleep. He settled into a slow caress and her hips began to move in response to his touch. Soft throaty sounds came from the pillows where she’d buried her head. His fingers continued their assault and her sighs grew deeper, more impassioned. With his other hand, he entered her vagina, relishing the feel of her muscles clamping down on his fingers. He wanted to make her wild and he would accept nothing less.

  “Blue?” Her voice was both aroused and sleepy.

  “Scarlet?”

  He removed his hand then stretched out over her. Nudging her thighs wide, he entered her from behind. His teeth came together with a sharp click as the perfection of their joining washed over him.

  “Oh, heaven,” Scarlet purred.

  Not quite yet…

  Blue reached for the bed stand and opened the top drawer. Pulling out a pair of standard police issue handcuffs, he dropped the keys on the table before placing one cuff around her right wrist.

  “Now this is my idea of heaven.” He placed the other end around his right wrist and locked them together. “Never forget that you’re mine, Miss Scarlet.”

  “Yours.” Her voice was faint. She arched her back, taking him deeper.

  He balanced his upper body on his elbows, their fingers entwined. His hips maintained a slow pace while his mouth tasted the curve of her shoulder. With her perfect backside cushioning his body, Blue would be content to spend the rest of the day in just this position.

  But Scarlet would have none of it. Beneath him she gave an impatient wiggle, urging him to pick up the pace. He ignored her. Giving her a sharp slap on the buttocks that startled her into submission, he fought the urge to drive himself mindlessly into her tight little body until he reached release. His teeth grazed the tempting curve of her neck. He would be content to fuck her all day and all night. Even though he’d already taken her several times in the past few hours, he was in no hurry to finish the ride, but his slave wasn’t quite so patient.

  She shifted her buttocks, taking him deeper. As he fucked her, the rhythmic clenching of her cunt around his cock was slowly fraying his restraint. She made soft, sexy sounds of pleasure and her nails scraped across the sheets. Their clasped hands tightened as together they ascended the peak.

  “Master, please… I—”

  “You may come, Scarlet,” he gasped.

  Beneath him he felt her tense then shatter. Hearing her cries of release was enough to send him over the edge. His hips pounded against her buttocks. A slow tingle blossomed in his lower gut then spread out to encompass his body. Arching his back, his head came up as he growled out his completion.

  Trembling, he collapsed over her, his heart thundering. He had no desire to move from this position ever again but he had to be crushing her. Reluctantly he withdrew from her body and moved to the side to spoon with her.

  “That was very…satisfying,” she purred.

  He grinned at her tone of pride. She’d managed to drive him over the edge with very little effort on her part.

  Blue yawned. “Oh yeah. If you give me a few minutes we’ll see about tha
t.”

  She chuckled. “Okay, stud…”

  He allowed his eyes to slide shut. His arms were wrapped around Scarlet, their wrists still handcuffed together. As he drifted off to sleep it suddenly occurred to him that he didn’t even know her real name. He would need to remedy that the moment he woke up.

  * * * * *

  Elle fingered the miniscule handcuff keys. Their soft clink marked the passing seconds, her last with Blue. He lay heavy against her back, his soft snores in her ear oddly reassuring. Their arms were side by side, their fingers still entwined as the cuffs kept them locked together.

  Somehow he’d managed to steal his way into her heart.

  She closed her eyes as a shaft of pain shot through the troublesome organ. It didn’t matter how she felt about him, she was leaving for New Orleans very shortly.

  Maybe you could visit him when you come back for the holidays…

  No, that wasn’t the answer. She ran her thumb over his forefinger. Blue wasn’t hers to keep. She didn’t want an emotional relationship with him, with anyone. Emotions were too tricky, too messy. She would never be able to offer him anything more than this, mindless amazing sex several times a year.

  Elle opened her eyes. Outside the sky was growing brighter with each passing minute. A new day was here and these were her last moments with this amazing man. It was too painful to contemplate, seeing him, being with him, yet knowing he wasn’t hers. Blue needed to find one woman—that perfect submissive—and keep her at his beck and call. While it was a fun dream, it wasn’t for her. The chance of a lifetime awaited her a thousand miles away and his life was here in Columbus.

  Blue stirred, his other hand shifted from her hip to her breast. Her breath caught as he cupped the mound. His thumb gave her nipple a lazy brush sending a bolt of heat straight to her groin.

  With that simple touch her body responded in record time. Even now, sore from their sexual exploits, she wanted him again. Their last bout of excess had been more than sex, more than just a bondage mindfuck, it had been making love and they’d both known it. She’d bet her favorite shoes that he’d felt it as much as she did.

  Which meant she needed to get away before she left something important behind, like her heart.

  She slipped the key into the lock and released her cuff with a metallic snick. Holding her breath, she took the hand that was on her breast and removed it. Almost immediately she mourned for the warmth of his palm. Gathering her courage, she rolled away from him, her movements cautious, as she didn’t want to risk waking him.

  After gathering her clothing and shoes, she slipped into the bathroom and made quick work of getting dressed. Just as she was about to walk out of the bathroom, she caught sight of herself in the mirror.

  She looked…afraid. Her eyes were dilated and marred with shadows. Her skin was pale, much more so than usual.

  You’re making a mistake…

  Her lips firmed. No, she wasn’t. She was through making concessions for the men in her life. Her pursuit of love had always ended disastrously and she wasn’t about to make that mistake again no matter how good he was in bed.

  Shoes in hand, she exited the bathroom. Blue lay where she’d left him. Her gaze made one final sweep of the room to ensure that she wasn’t leaving anything behind. On the floor something black caught her eye.

  It was her mask.

  She picked up the scrap of silk with a trembling hand. There were a lot of memories tied up with this dime-store trinket. Her gaze moved over her lover. The sheet had shifted and now barely covered his slim hips. His skin was tawny against the pale sheets, his dark hair had obscured most of his face. Only his strong jaw was clearly visible.

  She bit her lip, torn between wanting to climb into bed and run out of the room as fast as she could. She knew in that moment that if she allowed herself to return to bed, she’d never leave this man. She’d never realize her lifelong dream and she’d leave herself vulnerable to a broken heart.

  Her eyes stung when she dropped the mask on the bed and turned away. She had no time or patience for emotions. It was time to put away foolish dreams and get on with the business of life.

  Elle exited the room, her stocking-clad feet made no sound on the plush carpeting. With her shoes clutched in her hands, she ran down the wide steps and through the empty hallway toward the front door. As she approached, a tuxedo-clad man stepped forward and opened the door, hastening her escape outside.

  If she was making the right decision, why did she feel like Cinderella after the ball?

  Chapter Eight

  Elle walked down Bourbon Street, the winter breeze cool and damp against her cheeks. She’d been in New Orleans for four months and she’d fallen in love with the city the moment she’d arrived. It was a living, breathing entity. The city had a personality, an energy, a taste in the air that was particular to this area. While she missed her friends and family in Ohio, she knew she’d never want to live anywhere else. She’d come home.

  She plunged her chilled hands into the pockets of her purple suede coat, frowning when she felt something in the pocket. She pulled out a slim purple ribbon. For a moment she stared at it blankly then her heart fell.

  Blue.

  She rubbed the silk between two fingers. She missed him.

  You’re a fool to pine for a man you’ve met only once…

  Elle pushed the intrusive thought away. She realized it was irrational to fancy herself in love with Blue. She barely knew him, but try telling that to her heart. She sighed. The funny thing was that Blue was the man Ty had picked out for her. Her heart gave a sharp twinge.

  He’d been the right man for her all right.

  She tucked the ribbon back into her pocket. She missed his smile, his teasing laugh and his low voice with that sexy accent that grew heavier when he’d become aroused. She longed for the feel of his skin against hers, the taste of his cock and the look in his eyes when he desired her.

  What was he doing now? Had he found another woman to act as his sexual slave?

  Her stomach gave a queer little jerk and she forced herself to continue her slow walk. Even though it was unseasonably cool, Bourbon Street was crowded with tourists. She wove her way through the throng, very aware of the petty thieves that longed to liberate her cash and credit cards from her pockets.

  The thought of Blue with another woman was disturbing—

  What does it matter? You’ve made your decision…

  She sidestepped two giggling teenagers who were more interested in each other than watching where they were going. She loved her job at Belle Femme. It was everything she’d imagined it would be—challenging, fast-paced and ever-changing. Every day she walked into her plush office she knew she’d have to think on her feet and make decisions that would affect million of dollars in sales and the future of the company. It was the job she’d dreamed of her entire life.

  But why did she feel hollow?

  Because of him…

  She shoved the thought away. It wasn’t Blue’s fault she was lonely. She’d made some friends at work but she hadn’t had a chance to explore the underground B&D world in New Orleans. Maybe she should make that more of a priority?

  She shook her head. Unfortunately for her sex life, she didn’t feel like making that leap. She wasn’t ready to take another lover, though the bondage scene didn’t always have to include sex. She sighed. No, she just wasn’t in the right frame of mind. It looked like it would be yet another exciting Saturday night with her electronic best friend—

  An elbow slammed into her ribs and almost knocked her off her feet. She stumbled and reached out for a plate glass window to catch her balance. Turning, she glared after the retreating figure that had run into her.

  “Well, really—” she muttered.

  Turning, she caught sight of the window display. Her eyes widened as memories assailed her.

  It was a leather swing like the one she and Blue had used. Below the swing was a length of red velvet that sported a variety o
f toys.

  Floggers, whips, and handcuffs…oh my!

  Elle stepped back to read the name of the store.

  THE DOMINION, Fetish-wear & Bondage Accessories

  She grinned. If there was ever a sign as to what she should do or where she should be, this was it. Elle headed for the front door.

  * * * * *

  The ever-present crowds parted as Blue walked along Bourbon Street. He was headed for the leather store to pick up his bomber jacket. Last week he’d caught the sleeve on a nail while working on one of his boats.

  Ahead, the crowds parted and he caught a glimpse of dark, sable hair and his gut clenched. He couldn’t get her out of his mind. After waking up in bed alone, with only her mask for company, Blue had wasted no time in tracking down Tyson. Unfortunately for him the party planner was a very loyal friend to the mysterious Ms. Scarlet. He would give no other information than the fact her name was Elle and she didn’t live around Central Ohio.

  Damn.

  Blue had asked everyone he’d known at the party but no one would offer up any information he could use. The B&D crowd was very closemouthed about their activities and understandably so. He’d thought about hiring a private detective but seeing he didn’t even have a full name let alone a city of residence, he’d decided it would be a waste of money.

  But that didn’t mean he’d given up yet. He’d convinced Peter to host another party on New Year’s Eve and Pete had hired Tyson to arrange the event with the caveat that he was to use the same guest list as for his August party.

  Bingo.

  Chances were the mysterious Elle would be there again and Blue would be there to greet her. This time he wasn’t about to let her get away. Instead he’d chain her to his side and throw away the keys. She was the woman for him and he’d known it within minutes of meeting her. The last time they’d made love, it had been just that, making love, and he’d bet his pirogue that the act had scared her into running away from him. All he needed was five minutes with her and he’d know if they had a future, a real future together.