by BETH KERY
She jumped and made a choking sound as arousal tore through her. His gaze flashed up to her face.
“Turn around,” he said grimly.
“But—”
“Just do it, Eleanor.”
She spun slowly, her heart in her throat. He lifted the tail of his shirt over her ass. She heard him groan behind her. He grasped a buttock.
“You made yourself pink. You’re so bad. Aren’t you?” he asked thickly as he massaged her ass lewdly. Suddenly, he flicked the loop of the belt against her bottom. She jumped and made a squeaking noise. The belt landed again, making her skin burn. She instinctively started to walk away, but he caught her upper arms, holding her in place. His hands slid down to her wrists. He grasped them together in one large hand at the small of her back, restraining her.
“You can dish it out, but you can’t take it?” he asked her, and despite the roughness of his voice, she heard his amusement.
She flashed him a defiant glance over her shoulder. “I can take it,” she assured.
“Good. Because you’ve been very, very bad, Eleanor. You’re teasing is getting out of hand.” Her heart jumped at that. “Lean forward, but only slightly. Pop your butt back. I know you know how to do that,” he said sarcastically, referring to her favored dance movement. He grazed the looped belt against her buttocks gently, and she pushed back her tailbone several inches, presenting her bottom. He groaned roughly. He snapped the belt against her skin.
She whimpered and quivered. It stung, but in truth, he didn’t strike her much harder than she’d been whipping herself during her striptease. She rested her chin on her shoulder, watching him fixedly and biting her lower lip. He lifted his hand and struck her ass with the belt several more times. He flipped his wrist as he did it, whisking the leather back and forth, from one side of the loop to the other, snapping the leather surely until her bottom seemed to radiate prickly heat and her legs grew shaky.
Once again, she was the focused target of his easy mastery in the bedroom, the way he positioned her with so much confidence and strength, the way he punished and pleasured her flesh with outrageous certainty. Watching his rigid face as he watched himself flick the leather strap against her ass aroused her unbearably. She was disappointed—actually disappointed—when he told her to turn around and face him. She followed his instructions, feeling the burn of her ass . . . the sizzle of her clit.
He arched his eyebrows. “Where did you put that dildo?” he asked her. Her gaze betrayed her, flickering to the table and chair at the left. He lifted his hand. The loop of the leather caressed the sensitive strip of skin just above her mons. Her quivering amplified. He gently tapped her labia with the belt, just over her clit. Air shot out of her lungs. She trembled uncontrollably.
He was killing her.
He hitched his chin toward the chair where she’d placed the dildo.
“Go and get it,” he said.
She went to the chair and picked up the rubber cock. She repressed a frown as she walked back to him. A smile flickered across his mouth.
“You’re disappointed, aren’t you? You were planning to use it in your dance to torture me. You just hadn’t gotten around to it yet, had you?”
She came to a halt several feet away from him and feigned a bright smile. “You wouldn’t have liked that?” she asked, letting her fingers glide across the shaft of the dildo. She tugged firmly at the defined rim of the cockhead. Triumph raced through her when she saw how he watched with narrowed eyelids as she fondled the fake cock.
“I’m going to like this more. Come over here. Stand in front of me.”
Her feet moved automatically at his tone, despite her show of defiance. He reached into his front jeans’ pocket and removed what appeared to be a small jar. He opened it and dipped his finger into it.
“Oh,” Eleanor gasped when he matter-of-factly reached between her legs and started rubbing a dollop of cream directly onto her clit. She shuddered at the unexpected jolt of pleasure. “What are you doing?”
“Stay still,” he murmured. “It’s a clit sensitizer.”
She grasped mindlessly at his forearms, because even as he’d said it, she’d felt her nerves begin to sizzle and burn beneath his rubbing finger.
“God, you’re nice and wet. You do love to tease, don’t you? Or was it the belt on your ass that got you this hot?” he growled softly near her ear. She was too preoccupied with his rubbing finger to reply. If he kept it up, she’d be coming soon. “Eleanor?” he prodded more sharply when she didn’t answer.
“Both,” she managed.
“I thought so. Does it feel good?” he asked, referring to his rubbing finger.
She just stared at his chest blindly and nodded. He made a rough sound of satisfaction and dropped his hand.
“Hey—”
“Put these on,” he cut off her protest, reaching into his back pocket. Much to her dazed amazement, he handed her what appeared to be a black pair of silk panties. She hesitated. “Don’t worry. They’re brand new, courtesy of Abigail Chasen. Take them, Eleanor.”
She reached. Almost immediately, she felt the weight among the froth of the silk. She glanced at him, confused. He sunk his hand into his pocket yet again and held up a small, black mechanical device.
“They’re vibrating panties. Time for you to take what you dish out, Eleanor.”
FIFTEEN
Yes, she was an adorable, teasing little witch, but he’d had enough of her wrestling the control from him. He was so aroused, he had little sympathy for her when he made his proclamation and her eyes went wide in uncertainty and arousal. He watched her slide the panties over the black pumps she wore and up her long, toned legs. She still held the dildo, which made the sight even more distracting. He waited until she’d slid the underwear into place, and then stepped forward and reached between her thighs, making sure the inserted vibrator was in place for optimal stimulation. Her breathy whimper at his touch swelled his already ponderous erection.
He stepped back and met her stare. “Go down on your knees.”
He saw her swallow thickly in the tense seconds that followed. For a few seconds, he wondered if she’d do it. She had to be the most uniquely sensual women he’d ever met, but she wasn’t a typical submissive. She did surrender in the end, but she loved to get him as worked up as she could beforehand.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he said quietly. “It’s going to be the best kind of torture for me, as well.”
That helped, as he suspected it would. She’d meant what she’d said earlier. Her ultimate goal was to excite him, just as his was to ultimately excite her.
She slowly dropped to her knees in front of him. He ripped his gaze off the mouthwatering vision of her bare breasts heaving between the plackets of his shirt and located the buttons on the miniature remote he held. He hit a medium setting and looked up to gauge her reaction. She started slightly in her kneeling position, and then her lips parted. More color stained her cheeks. A dazed expression dawned on her pretty face. Her hips pulsed slightly forward in rhythm to the music.
“Is it . . .” She faded off in wonder, biting her lower lip and moaning.
Raw satisfaction swept through him at her fresh, unscripted reaction. It couldn’t be clearer she’d never had the experience before. Now he had her where he wanted her. “Yes. It’s sensitive to sound. It vibrates to the beat of the music. Gives whole new meaning to one of your dances, doesn’t it? Now show me what you planned to do with the dildo,” he ordered gruffly.
“What?”
“Show me what you were going to do with the dildo in your dance.” He saw her wariness. He also saw the speculative gleam dawn in her gorgeous eyes as she looked up at him.
“Do it, Eleanor.”
Her gaze dipped down to where his cock pressed against his jeans. He resisted a strong urge to stroke himself in front of her and instead turned up
the power on the vibrator one notch. She whimpered, her entire body quaking subtly, her bare breasts trembling. Her nipples looked hard and incredibly edible.
She lifted the dildo to her mouth. Her hips jerked slightly, and then she swiveled them to both the beat of the vibrator and the music. He groaned.
She was killing him.
He watched her like a hawk as she began to lick the flaring head of the dildo. She lifted it slightly and trailed her tongue all the way down to the testicles. Her tongue was pink and wet and sinuous.
Raw arousal shot through him. He cupped his aching balls at the flagrantly erotic sight. “God, Eleanor.”
He saw the spark in her eyes, and knew his response had emboldened her. She clamped her lips shut and pushed the dildo between them, spreading them wide. Ah Christ. He ripped open his button fly. His was about to burst. He watched, utterly enraptured as she slid the rubber cock into her mouth several inches and then pulled it back. She sucked hard. He could tell by the way her cheeks hollowed out. The dildo was shorter than his cock, but the diameter was similar. It was a concise, agonizing tease of what was to come.
He thrust his hand into his boxer briefs and fisted the shaft of his cock. He removed it from the fabric of his underwear, never taking his gaze from the vision of Eleanor sinking the dildo between her tightly pursed lips again.
“Faster,” he insisted.
She began to plunge the rubber cock back and forth, her taut rhythm matching that of the driving dance music. He noticed she pulsed her hips against the panty vibrator in the same rhythm. He groaned and began to jack his cock to the same tempo.
After a moment, he released his heavy erection and stepped toward her. She made a shaky sound as he withdrew the dildo from her squeezing lips. Her wide-eyed stare up at him made his cock jump in the air. This was what he’d been anticipating so acutely. He palmed her jaw and traced the flagrant color in her cheeks with his thumb.
“Little witch,” he said. He pushed the rubber cock between her flushed lips, back and forth, absorbing the erotic sight, enjoying the buildup so much the ache of arousal began to cut at him.
“I should blindfold you next time,” he told her as he withdrew the dildo from her sucking mouth with an erotic popping sound. “Your eyes are going to make me come sooner than I want.”
He dropped the dildo to the floor and stepped into her. Her eyes seemed to swallow up her face. He grasped his cock from below and trailed the head against her cheek.
“So hot,” he murmured, utterly enthralled. “Part your lips, Eleanor.”
She opened her mouth. He hit a button, turning the vibrator in the panties up to the highest level before he dropped the controller to the floor. He heard her disbelieving moan of pleasure before he pushed his cock between her lips and slid onto her tongue. She vibrated into his flesh. Pure pleasure snaked through him. He groaned roughly.
She sucked him deeper. He cupped her head gently and pulsed his hips, and for a moment, knew nothing but bliss. They worked together to get his cock a little deeper with each pass. He was glad when her eyelids drifted closed.
Her eyes alone were nearly as erotic as her soft, warm, squeezing mouth.
He cupped his balls while she sucked him, frustrated to encounter his underwear still partially covering them. Grimacing, he flexed back, sliding his cock from the heaven of her mouth. She opened her eyes, looking dazed and debauched and so damn beautiful. He kicked off his shoes and attacked his jeans, never taking his gaze off her the whole time. He realized as he stepped toward her, now completely nude, that she breathed in shallow gasps and her entire body shook very subtly. Realization struck.
“Are you about to come?” She looked just as incredulous as he sounded. He’d never used vibrating panties before. Apparently, he’d been missing out. Still, he was glad he’d discovered their potential with Eleanor. The eroticism of the moment was razor sharp.
“I don’t know,” she gasped dazedly. “It feels good.”
He cursed and stepped into her. He slid his cock into her mouth. She moaned, and then closed around him like a vise. Her mouth was so pink and soft-looking, but damn, she was strong. He thrust, snarling. She was there to meet him, ducking her head, bobbing back and forth at a brisk pace. She took him eagerly, never balking. He could feel her heat. Her arousal. It fueled his hunger, until he couldn’t tell where his need ended and hers began. He became aware of the near-constant trembling of her body. It didn’t break, as it would if she were climaxing. It was a continuous quaking. She’d been pitched into an uncommon state of excitement.
So had he.
He cupped the back of her dipping head and thrust between her lips more forcefully. “Use your hand, Eleanor,” he guided her.
Her squeezing hand joined in the urgent pace they set, jacking the base of his cock while he plunged into her mouth. He grimaced. God, it was good. He was going to come. She started to scream onto his cock, breaking their fluid, rapid pace.
“Eleanor?” he called tensely. A violent shudder went through her. He grabbed the base of his cock and withdrew, thinking he’d been too forceful. She pulled at him so hard with her mouth, his eyes crossed. He stared down at her, panting, the slick, ruddy head of his cock pressed against her parted lips. Her breath struck him in erratic bursts. She looked up at him, her eyes dazed and shining, her body shuddering as she climaxed.
It was the most erotic sight, bar none, he’d ever seen.
A shout burst out of his throat. He plunged into the heaven of her mouth again, desperate to be buried in her heat. He thrust rapidly and broke in orgasm. Because she was still climaxing, she hadn’t really been ready for him. He started to come with her mouth only loosely clamped around him. He shuddered, groaning gutturally as pleasure racked him. His ejaculate spilled around her puffy lips.
It was a wild, delicious mess. He palmed the back of her head, groaning, undone by her yet again. Suddenly, her mouth tightened around him. He slumped slightly, gasping for air.
Their stares held as she cleaned him thoroughly.
—
Afterward, they collapsed together on the bed, too exhausted to get beneath the covers. Her face was pressed into his chest; his arms encircled her. It felt like heaven and hell at once. She couldn’t stop panting, even after Trey’s breathing slowed. She wiggled against him, needing stimulation against her fevered body. After a minute, he propped himself up on one elbow and lifted her chin from his chest. He peered at her closely. Concern tightened his features. Confusion penetrated her dazed state.
He moved quickly, sitting up and jerking the panties down her hips. Eleanor gasped loudly at the deprivation of the vibrator. She’d been so out of it following her explosive orgasm, she hadn’t realized it had continued to stimulate her overwrought body. She gasped shakily in relief, but an achy pressure continued to plague.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I’ve never used the panties before. I didn’t mean to leave you hurting,” he murmured after he’d shoved off her pumps and then jerked the panties off her feet. His hands went to her back. He reclined on his side and slid her body higher on his with a flex of his powerful arms. Now their faces were only inches apart. He studied her closely. Suddenly, his fingers were at her sex.
“Let’s just bring you off one more time,” he murmured.
His hand moved at her sex, amplifying the friction the panties had created. She moaned in fevered pleasure. He looped his arm around her head. His fingertips caressed her fevered cheek while he watched her rise to climax. Somehow, Eleanor knew that the memory of him looking down at her with such tender possession while she burned in his arms would stay with her until she was an old woman.
A moment later, she shuddered in orgasm against him. He dropped a kiss on her temple while she shook and spoke gruffly near her ear.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
She gasped, overwhelmed with feel
ing. “That was—”
“Incredible,” he finished for her. He kissed her lips softly. Did he realize they were a little sore? He hadn’t been harsh with her, but he was very demanding. She’d loved it. His kiss was so sweet in the aftermath of it all. She found herself straining for more of his taste. It was like drinking deeply after finishing the race of a lifetime. A moment later, he cupped the side of her head and backed up slightly, examining her face narrowly.
“You okay?” he asked, his deep, rough voice a delight to her prickling nerves.
“Better than okay.”
His gaze roved over her face. “I don’t know how you do it.”
“I could say the same of you,” she whispered.
A tiny smile twitched at his mouth. Her slowing heart hitched a beat. “Well, that’s something, at least.”
“What do you mean?” she murmured when he reached down and loosened his tie that she’d looped around her neck. He pulled the tie over her head and down her long hair before tossing it aside. Then he pulled the shirt down over her shoulders, and she helped him get it off her arms.
“It’s nice to know it’s not totally one-sided, that’s all,” he said, reclining fully on the pillows and closing his arms around her.
“It?” she asked breathlessly.
“The obsession,” he replied, stroking the side of her body. Her gaze darted up to his face to gauge his expression. She couldn’t locate a trace of humor.
“Is that what you’d call what’s happening between us?” she asked him softly.
He didn’t reply immediately, but his hand continued to caress her sensitive skin. Finally, he rose up partially over her and pressed her back onto the mattress. He looked so beautiful to her in that moment, his hair mussed and falling onto his forehead, his clear, cobalt blue eyes holding a banked flame. She stared up at him, her breath sticking in her lungs.
“I don’t know what else to call it. Do you?” he asked solemnly.
