by Stephanie
She likes to be in control. All her life she’s done well at everything she’s set out to accomplish."
Her brain was so muddled with frustrated need, she could barely take in the words. She just wished she had control over her own body at this moment. She was so close, so painfully close, it was killing her. The pressure built so much she was positive she’d blow apart any second.
"Since this woman is extremely attractive and smart she never has trouble gaining the attention of men. But she keeps them all at a distance, only allowing them as close as she desires before pushing them away. She said she is quite happy with the way her life is and felt no need to change it. For that is how she’d had her heart broken before. But one guy came along and he saw inside her heart. He knew she was lonely."
He paused long enough to kiss her breasts, licking the sensitive nipples and tracing the undersides with his tongue. Wildly, she hoped this was it and he'd shut up with the pseudo bedtime story and get on with the issue at hand. The problem trapped so helplessly in his right hand.
But he didn't. His damn fingers never moved.
She jerked her hips, hoping to catch him off guard and get a little friction going.
He merely chuckled, and his tongue caressing her breasts only added an extra layer of helpless frustration. His mouth cruised back to her ear, stopping to taste and nibble his way until his head was again beside her on the pillow, his whisper an intimate caress against her ear. "Where was I?"
"Please," she whispered hoarsely, hating herself for begging, but knowing she couldn't take much more.
He kissed her, a light feathery kiss that just brushed her lips.
"Ah, yes, Mr. Right. He knows he has to teach the woman of his dreams it’s okay to give up control once in a while. That she could be as strong, or stronger, with the right man. He knew there was only one way to do that. He had to show her she could still be the strong woman she desired to be and be with him. He needed to show her the pleasure shared between them wouldn’t be a distraction. But first he had to get her alone. Do you know what he did?"
In spite of herself, she was fascinated. This story sounded nothing like the ones she remembered as a child. Since she was currently incapable of speech, she shook her head.
"Mr. Knight in Shining Armor convinces Ms. Right to come to his beach house one last time. He takes her to his bedroom." Somehow his whisper grew softer. "She is completely under his control."
In spite of herself, Naja trembled at the deliberate parallels he'd created between his story and their current situation. She was alone with this man in a beach home. And she was under his spell all right. Firmly in his grasp, as his damn fingers, reminded her every throbbing second.
"What did he do to her?" she asked.
"He kissed her when she pleases him. But sometimes he disciplined her."
"How did he reprimand her?" Her voice was husky. She couldn't take much more.
"He made her beg. He takes control of her body and then he makes her plead for him to pleasure her."
"This is a very strange story," she informed him, biting her own lips to stop herself from begging this man who was certainly no knight.
"I don't think so. They live happily ever after."
She groaned.
"That story didn't seem to help you unwind at all. Perhaps I should try a backrub."
"Oh, yes." Her heart pounded so she could barely breathe. And she could feel the wetness of her unfulfilled desire sticky between her thighs.
"What's the magic word?" he taunted.
She wouldn't do it. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
He increased the pressure ever so slightly and her body squirmed. She couldn't hold out any longer. "Please!" she begged.
He left her for a moment to take care of protection and when he came back he gathered her wrists into his left hand. Held them over her head as he swung his body over hers, keeping her immobile. He held himself poised over her throbbing vagina, which wept with need. "Did I tell you he sometimes tied her up when he punished her?"
With a strangled cry, her hips jerked up toward where she felt him hovering in the darkness of the room, his hardness pressing against her entrance. He released the pressure, leaving one finger on that engorged and tortured spot, and he plunged inside.
The cry came from somewhere deep inside her.
This, she thought, is how volcanoes erupt. The hot, wet pressure had built and swelled behind the barrier, but now burst free in hot torrents. She wrapped her legs around his hips and raised herself to meet his powerful thrusts. Oh, how he filled her, claimed her, drove her up and up.
The climax swamped her, wave after wave, while her body jerked and writhed completely out of control. He captured her cries in his mouth, except the last one, when he joined her with his own groan of release.
Every part of her was clasped around him, and against their pressed chests she her heart beat so frantically she was amazed she'd even survived.
Slowly, gradually, the waves ebbed to soothing ripples and her breathing approached normal.
She felt drained, empty, and at the same time curiously full. That little incident had been more than just sex, and when she could think again, she'd ponder it at length.
Chapter Ten
Sterling rolled onto his back, making sure he gave Naja room to breathe. He was wiped out physically and mentally. Closing his eyes, he did his best to slow his heart rate.
Telling her the story had been an impromptu idea. He just hoped it worked. Her ex had really done a number on her. She still fought him the entire way anytime he tried to bring up the subject of where they would go after the vacation was over. He needed her to understand he wasn’t ready for anything to end.
She pulled him from his thoughts when she spoke.
"If you ever do that to me again, I'll—"
"You'll what?" He grinned at her.
"I'll come up with something."
There was a lengthy silence and then a muffled laugh. There was another moment of silence while he waited for her to share the joke. "What?" he finally asked.
"I'm thinking," she said in a haughty tone that had him narrowing his eyes in suspicion.
"Thinking what?"
Her hand slid along the bedside table. He heard the moment she found what she was
looking for; a supply of condoms he'd piled there earlier. If Naja had round two in mind, he liked the direction her thinking had taken.
He stirred with renewed excitement.
There was no pillow talk of any kind, which he'd kind of expected, given the pointed story he’d told. Maybe she'd missed the significance, or just didn't feel like talking. Fine by him. Especially now that her hands were exploring his chest.
Her mouth soon got involved, too, as she proceeded to torment his nipples with her tongue and teeth. She continued her lazy inspection, caressing his body. Most likely, she was giving him time to recuperate for the round two she so clearly had in mind.
He felt like telling her he was all recouped, thanks all the same. He was achingly ready and as randy as a teenager. Still, her exploring hands and mouth felt good. More than good. He relaxed, as much as a man with a throbbing boner could relax, and let her have her way.
Her hair tickled his sides, where he'd always been ticklish, but her exploring tongue was so sexy he didn't care. He just lay back and gave into her, wondering where he'd feel her touch next.
Still, she managed to shock him when he her lips nuzzling his testicles, then her tongue stroking them. When she took one gently into her mouth, he couldn't stop the moan of pleasure as she swirled her tongue around his flesh, her mouth hot and wet. He waited for her to take his cock in her mouth, already half-crazy with anticipation.
But first she insisted on treating his other testicle to the same treatment, and damn, she took her time with it.
That silken tongue on his cock didn't materialize. Instead she put her firm little hands on him, stroking and rubbing. He’d never be able to watc
h her hands again without reliving this moment.
He felt her soft hair brushing his inner thighs as she worked her tongue on his balls while her hands stroked and toyed with him. He sensed she needed to take control this round, and, after making her give it up so spectacularly a few minutes ago, he was happy to take his turn.
Until she played dirty.
She worked him up to a fine head of steam and he was getting ready to explode. But he wanted to be inside her when it happened. "Naja, I'm going to—"
She squeezed him deftly and a low moan cut off his words.
"Put the condom on," he managed.
"No, you're not going to come," she said with a voice so softly and teasing he knew he was in trouble. "Not anytime soon."
He felt her body shift positions so she knelt over him, a hand replacing her mouth on his scrotum, not rubbing so much as gauging how close he was. She could’ve just asked him. He was so damn close. Explosion was imminent.
Of their own volition, his hips started to thrust. He tried to hold back, wanting to be inside her, but it was too—
Her hand clamped him like a vise just below the head of his penis. She held him like that, calmly and firmly, until the surging tide inside him ebbed. "Damn it," he cried out in shocked frustration.
He was tempted to call her names, as well as use his strength to flip her on her back and show her who was boss. The worst part was, there was a superior grin on her face, just as there'd been on his face earlier.
It was payback time.
Well, she could have her fun, and her revenge, but there was one thing he sure as hell wouldn't do: he wouldn't beg.
Those wicked fingers of hers started moving again, softly caressing, now firmly stoking him up. Oh, yes, baby, yes. She clamped him again causing his hips to buck at the torment. "Yes!
Don’t…oh, s—"
"Be nice. I want to tell you a little story of my own," she whispered, her firm grip cutting off his pleasure. "There was once a man who thought to torment his woman. Fortunately, she discovered her own power was no less than his."
She leaned down and he felt the acute torment of her lips brushing the aching tip of his cock, just above where her fingers held him captive. "Every time he chastised her, she disciplined him right back."
If he wasn't in so damn much distress, he would’ve smiled at her zest.
He breathed deeply when she removed her hands and then the ache in his loins intensified at the rip of a condom packet.
"What do you suppose happened?" she asked him, as she swiftly sheathed him.
"He tied her down and spanked her until she couldn’t sit for a week?" he managed to croak.
She laughed softly, and he could feel the brush of her knee against his abdomen as she straddled him.
"No. He learned to be littler nicer to her."
He groaned she balanced above him.
"He learned to give into her every whim." She brushed her wetness across his tip and he was lost.
"Please," he muttered, knowing he'd give her anything. Beg all night, anything to thrust inside her glorious body and find his release.
She kissed his lips. "Once he learned she was in control, they lived happily…"
She impaled herself on him, taking him deep into her hot, lush body. She gasped in delight even as his own moan shook him.
"Ever…" She pulled up torturously slowly, until only his tip remained inside her.
He felt her tight and quivering.
"After." She thrust down even as he arched up, striving to drive deeper still. She clung there for a moment, unmoving, and the way her muscles tightened around him reminded him of her hand clamping on him, preventing his ejaculation. But these muscles didn't stop him. They spurred him on, massaging him until he exploded.
She cried out, her body bucking helplessly, each erotic contraction leading him to spurt after spurt of ecstasy.
She collapsed, damp and spent, against his chest, their bodies still joined, tucking her head under his chin. He wrapped his arms around her and held on tight, feeling her, so fragile and yet so strong.
A little sigh lifted his chest hair, then another. Her body seemed to soften and grow heavier.
He continued to hold her against him while she slept.
Their conflicting stories told him one thing. They were both bewitched. But what were the chances this thing could end in happily ever after?
* * * *
“Okay, that’s everything. I’m ready.”
Naja zipped her suitcase then lifted it off the bed. She was doing her best to pretend as though she wasn’t anxious about heading home. Fortunately, Sterling hadn’t made any mention of continuing their arrangement after they left Myrtle Beach. Yet, a small part of her wanted him to.
“Have you said your goodbyes to Sterling?” Imani asked.
“No. We went to dinner last night, but he should be over in a little while.”
Imani stood and walked over to Naja, pulling her into an embrace. “Thank you for coming down. I’ve really had a good time. Carson and I will try to get down to Raleigh in the next few months.”
Naja pulled back and stared at her older sister. “So you are really going to do this?”
Imani nodded. “I’m falling in love with him, Naja. I’m going to take my time. I won’t make any permanent moves until the end of the summer, but I think it’s safe to say I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’m happy for you. Just let me know when the two of you plan to come down and I’ll have a few things planned.”
“I will. Now let’s get a move on. I don’t want you on the road too late. I’ll worry, plus I’m sure you have a busy work day ahead of you tomorrow.”
“I do. There’s a gala coming up. I also have three appointments. Two are possible weddings and one is a fiftieth wedding anniversary. Not to mention I’m going down to Columbia next weekend to spend some time with Mom and Dad. They sound twenty years younger since coming back from their three week cruise.”
Imani laughed. “Our parents have sounded twenty years younger since we moved out for college.”
“True. But I’m looking forward to seeing them.”
“Give them a hug for me and tell them I’ll be up to see them soon.”
“I will.”
Naja picked up one of her suitcases and Imani grabbed the other. They were halfway down the stairs when the doorbell rang. She knew instantly who stood on the other side of the door. Once she made it down the stairs, she sat the suitcase down next to the couch and walked over to the door. The minute it swung open, her breath caught in her throat. He was too freaking good-looking.
“Hey, gorgeous.”
She smiled as she stepped aside to allow him inside. “Hey, yourself.”
Imani stepped forward and hugged Sterling. “Good to see you again. I’m going to get going.
Make sure you call me when you make it home, Naja. You have a safe trip as well, Sterling.”
“Thank you. I hope to see you again sometime.”
“Most definitely. Whenever you are in Myrtle Beach, don’t hesitate to stop by Baxter’s.”
“I’ll be sure to do that.”
Naja embraced Imani one last time before her sister left. She turned her full attention to Sterling, bracing herself for what he had to say.
“I’m not going to keep you long. I just wanted to stop by and wish you a safe trip home.”
She was at a loss for words momentarily. Then she gathered herself and smiled. “Wonderful.
I’m actually all set.”
“Do you need help with your bags?”
“If you don’t mind.”
“I don’t.” He grabbed the handle of the large bag and she reached for the small one, then swung the strap of her purse over her shoulders. After she locked the door, she followed him down to her car. He placed the bags in the trunk while she did her best not to fidget. Saying goodbye to him was more nerve wrecking than she’d thought it’d be.
She startled at the so
und of the trunk closing. Boy, she needed to get with it. She opened her mouth to speak, but he beat her to it.
“I’m not the best at goodbyes so I won’t drag this out.” He pulled her into his arms and lowered his mouth hers.
She lost all train of thought as he thoroughly kissed her.
Several heartbeats later he pulled back. “I’m going to miss you, Naja. I know you said you were only seeking something casual while you were here, but if you change your mind, here’s my cell number. Call me any time.”
Naja looked at the slip of paper he had in his hand for a moment, then she took it. “Sterling, I—”
