Hers for the Evening

by Jasmine Haynes

  If she let him, he would make love to her for the rest of his life. 227

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  HIS FACE CHANGED, HIS EYES SUDDENLY DARK GRAY, HIS LIPS UNSMILING. Oops. Simon had a phobia about the word love. Just as he had a phobia about commitment. Still, she’d said making love and he’d repeated it, and Haley would be damned if she’d take it back or ruin the moment. Christopher rolled off the side of the bed, watching them in the mirror. Grabbing several packages of condoms from a bowl on the side table, he tossed them on the bed. “Please, Mistress, may I watch?”

  Maybe he’d seen the night collapsing and sought to save it, she couldn’t say for sure, but Haley laughed at his formality. “Simon’s the master. I’m just another submissive.”

  The courtesan slowly shook his head. “No. You’re not his submissive at all.”

  Christopher didn’t comprehend enough to realize that Simon would never be dominated. He was considerate to her, accommodating her needs. “I’ve never been watched before.” She’d never had one man stroke and caress her body as another man brought her to climax. The extra hands hadn’t frightened her, simply enhanced the sensations Simon shot through her body. She was glad it was Simon, though, who’d made her come.

  “I would be honored to observe such a glorious act,” Christopher said with his most formal of tones.

  Oh, he was good, and she found his decorum interesting. There was a ritual to the whole bondage relationship, right down to the language used. She rolled in Simon’s arms. “What do you want?”

  She couldn’t read his expression. He’d gone . . . flat.

  “Your choice, baby” was all he said.

  Looking down at him, Haley was suddenly afraid to be alone with Simon. There was something about him, an intensity she couldn’t fathom. If they were alone, she might very well give away too much of herself.

  “Let Christopher stay.” She rubbed the flat of her hand over Simon’s chest, hairless, firm with hard muscles, his skin bronzed from the sun. She crawled down his body to the root of his manhood, wrapping his cock in her palm one finger at a time. “This cock is beautiful.” She kissed the tip. He was big, thick, his pubic curls trimmed, his balls shaven smooth. 228

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  He gave her that intense yet indecipherable look, his eyes the dark gray of a storm cloud.

  She felt like playing, needed it to somehow ease the tension riding his face. She spoke, holding his gaze. “Ask our master if he’d like me to suck his cock, Christopher.”

  Christopher was quick to comply. “Master, would you like Mistress to suck you?”

  “Yes. I would like that.”

  Dammit, she still couldn’t figure out what was in his head. She probably didn’t want to know. “Ask Simon how he likes his cock sucked. Soft and slow? Hard and fast?”

  “Master?” Christopher didn’t bother repeating.

  “Suck the head gently, then take me deep and slide all the way back up sucking hard, especially when you get to the crown.”

  “Wow, a man who knows exactly what he wants,” she quipped. She’d never enjoyed this with Artie, his taste was too salty. He liked to hold her head, make her take more than she could handle. She was never good enough for him.

  Everything about Simon was different. Tonight was different, a night to experience new things.

  He reached to the head of the bed, yanked a pillow down to stuff under his neck, then stacked his hands behind to rest on. “I like to watch, too.”

  Haley decided he was testing his control. Well, she would make him lose it, and he had just given her the recipe for success. She enveloped the head with her lips, licking and sucking lightly, teasing the slit with her tongue as she gathered a drop of pre-come. He made a noise, but when she glanced up, his expression remained inscrutable. She slid down. He was thick and too large to take all the way. She allowed a scant more than was comfortable, testing herself, and he jerked in her mouth, his body tense as if he were trying not to force.

  She sucked hard on the long glide up, cupped his smooth balls in her hand, squeezed lightly, then circled the crown of his cock. He slipped free, she grabbed him, took him, stroked him with two fingers right below the ridge of his cockhead.

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  pre-come filling her mouth, not too salty, almost sweet. He smelled of fresh soap and hot male musk, an erotic combination stealing through her head. Weaving his fingers in her hair—“Oh fucking hell, baby, shit”—he pulled the mass of it away from her face so he could see. “That’s too fucking good, yeah, shit, baby.”

  A flow of delicious, tantalizing words mixed with the thrust and grind of his body. Oh yes, she’d made him lose his control, and there was such power in it all. She sucked harder, deeper, better than she ever had in her life.

  “Wait, wait, stop.” He pulled gently on her hair. “Don’t make me come, baby, I need to come inside you. Shit, please, don’t make me come yet.”

  She gave him one last swipe of her tongue, and pulled away, straddling him on hands and knees.

  He breathed hard, nostrils flared, pupils black and wide. “Pleased with yourself, aren’t you.”

  She nodded. He’d had so many women, yet she’d made him beg. She wanted to ask how many women he pleaded for, but honestly, she didn’t want to know.

  “Mistress, that was magnificent.”

  She’d forgotten Christopher. He leaned against the bedpost, cock in hand. In her former self, she’d have been disgusted. Now, it made her want to give him a show.

  Turning back to Simon, there was nothing flat about his expression now. His eyes smoked, his nipples were hard, lines of need etched his face, and his hands were clenched in fists as if he were trying not to grab her and haul her up against the door.

  She placed a hand in the middle of Simon’s chest, his heart beating wildly beneath her palm. “Christopher, ask your master how he wants me to fuck him.”

  Simon loved the word. He would love that she used it for him. He closed his eyes a long moment, dragging in a deep breath, his chest expanding, teeth gritted.

  “Master, how would you like Mistress to make love to you?”

  Geez, Christopher was laying it on thick, but Simon smiled, wrapping his big hands around her forearms. “I want your mistress to ride me so I can see her in the mirror.”

  Haley glanced over her shoulder. The position was fine for him, but she wouldn’t be able to see unless she craned her neck. She nudged his thigh with 230

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  her knee. “Move.”

  He scooted, lying horizontal to the mirror, his feet hanging over the edge of the bed. “Now we can both watch.”

  Christopher grabbed a condom that had gotten pushed beneath a fold of the comforter and tossed it. Simon caught it one-handed, tore it open, and donned it before she could count past ten.

  He’d had a lot of practice.

  She wouldn’t think about that now.

  “Take me, I’m yours,” he said, offering up his cock to her. She flipped off her high heels—she should have gotten rid of them long ago—

  and straddled him once again. His body heat traveled along her thigh, her calf. He was big. It had been over a year, but she was wet. Tipping her head back, she eased down on him as he guided himself inside her. Christopher was right beside them, caressing her flank as if she were a mare with her stallion.

  “Oh Jesus,” she whispered, stopping.

  “Am I hurting you?” Simon’s voice was hoarse.

  “No.” She drew in a deep breath, a smile growing on her lips, then she looked down. “You can’t even begin to imagine how good that feels.” He stretched her, filled her. So much more than just his cock, more than just her pussy. “Simon.”

  “I feel it, baby.”

  Two quick breaths, then she took him deeper. “How does it look?” she whispered.

  He turned his h
ead to the mirror. “So fucking hot.” Sliding his hands from her butt up her back, his thumbs and fingers stretching along the outside of her breasts, he pulled her down. “Kiss me while you take me.”

  She’d never have thought Simon could be so . . . romantic. Because it was, his words, his reverent tone, the heat of his gaze. She’d pegged him for a whambam guy, but Simon knew how to treat his women. She lay flush against his chest, her hair falling like a curtain over them. Christopher’s hands fell away, the mattress shifted. Haley was alone with Simon in the drape of her hair. Leaning on her forearms, she kissed him, parted lips, a slight bit of tongue, not deep, yet soft and sensual, twisting one way, then the other, sucking his tongue, his mouth, his lips. Nipping, licking. All the while with his hands on her rear easing her down until he’d seated her fully on his cock.

  “Oh, Simon.” She buried her face against his neck, drew in his earthy scent. 231

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  Goose bumps raced over her skin. Nothing had ever felt like this, the throb of his cock inside her, his heart beating against her breasts, the feel of thick hair in her fingers as she cupped the back of his head to hold him to her.

  “It’s good, baby,” he murmured. “Now move. You’re going to feel so much more when my cock is rubbing your G-spot.”

  He didn’t understand. She couldn’t explain. Sex had never been this good. Not ever. Where the feel of a man inside her was ecstasy, where his kiss, his scent, his taste were enough to make her heart skip beats. Simon pushed her up slightly, brushed her hair out of the way, molded his palms to her cheeks. He wanted to say it, use the words Make love to me. Yet some part of him needed the minute protection of keeping them to himself. She could slaughter him. Christopher had seen it plainly, he was pussy-whipped. Ahh, what a euphemism for the way he felt. “Fuck me, baby. I need it so bad.”

  “Yes, Simon.”

  If she’d called him Master, he’d have shouted. He didn’t want master and slave. Not even Master and Mistress. He wanted Simon and Haley. She braced her hands by his shoulders and pushed back. He arched involuntarily, thrusting higher and deeper.

  She sighed. “Simon.”

  He couldn’t hear his name on her lips enough.

  “Fuck me,” he whispered, seduced, cajoled, begged. Haley rode him, settling into her rhythm, faster, the bump of her G-spot cruising over his cock.

  “That’s it, baby, fucking perfect, shit, holy hell.” He reached between them, adding his thumb to her clitoris, and she straightened, her hands rising to her hair, lifting it. She panted, moaned, made delicious sounds that rocked his cock. Her thighs tightened as she pushed herself to a faster pace. He glanced in the mirror. “Jesus, you’re fucking gorgeous. Beautiful. Perfect. Shit, oh man, God.” Words spilled out of him, but none of them did justice to the picture she made. Like a goddess, a magnificent Valkyrie riding her stallion. Her body spasmed, and she cried out, her pussy contracting around him, turning him mindless. He grabbed her hips, hung on as she threw them both into Valhalla, Nirvana, the heavens.

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  beat of his heart had calmed, but his ears continued ringing. For the first time in his adult life, or rather since he’d had his first sexual experience at the age of fourteen, he didn’t want to let a woman go. He’d spent the night a few times, but mostly he preferred to leave. He wasn’t a cuddler. Yet he could have cuddled Haley until morning light, then made love to her all over again with the sun falling across the sheets. He wanted, but couldn’t find the right words to ask. He needed, but couldn’t beg. Twelve years. He’d watched her grow up, fall in love, get hurt, lose her confidence in herself.

  Now a part of him wondered how he could have allowed Artie to do those things to her. He’d been aware of the affair, but he’d told himself it wasn’t his business and let it go on. Haley was right. She’d been his friend, not just Artie’s. She’d trusted him, he’d owed her the truth, yet he’d failed her.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispered, thinking her asleep.

  “For what?” she murmured against his throat.

  “For hurting you.”

  She pulled back a few scant inches. “You didn’t hurt me, Simon. That was the most beautiful”—she stopped, swallowed—“fuck I’ve ever had.”

  Shit. He hated that word on her lips. Why couldn’t she go back to making love? It ached that she didn’t understand what he was trying to say. He’d have explained if Christopher wasn’t still sitting on the end of the bed. There were equal parts exhibitionist and voyeur in him. He got off on watching and being watched. Except now. Except with Haley in this moment, the first time he took her and she took him. The first time he truly gave himself to a woman.

  “Time to go, baby.”

  He’d get her home. He’d explain there.

  She rose to a seated position, stretched, groaned, twisted, moaned, and made his cock crazy inside her again. Then she met Christopher’s gaze in the mirror. Her eyes widened, her skin flushed. The heat of the moment was definitely over.

  “There’s a bathroom over there, corner door.” He pointed. Damn if she didn’t scurry off him, practically flying from the bed to grab her clothes and run for the restroom. It wasn’t how he wanted it to end. He removed the condom, disposed of it in the trash by the bed.

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  master/slave role, and it wasn’t a question.

  “It was fucking perfect.” Simon rose, padded to his jeans, shirt, boots, and underwear. Haley’s sliced underthings lay on top.

  “No, sport, you’re sorta screwed and not in a good way.”

  Simon pulled in a deep breath. He didn’t get mad easily, go in for bar fights, or let off steam with his fists, but Christopher wasn’t making it easy.

  “Want some advice?”

  He laughed. “No.”

  Christopher ignored him. “Tell her how you really feel. No games.”

  He scratched the side of his face in a seemingly easy gesture. “Time for you to go.”

  Christopher unfolded himself from the bed and donned his clothes. “I’d give a helluva lot to have what’s at your fingertips.”

  The guy didn’t know the history and Simon wasn’t about to explain. “Thanks.”

  He buttoned his shirt, tucked it in, then zipped his jeans. “You did a great job.”

  He held a hand out indicating the stairs. “The gate will open automatically for you on the way out.” He’d given the guy his cash when he arrived. Simon decided a price he was willing to pay, and took care of everything up front. If it didn’t turn out as he’d expected, lesson learned, don’t do it again at any price. Christopher smiled, saluted, and backed up to the staircase. “Meditate on it, sport. You could have everything if you simply found your balls.”

  The guy was pushing it. Simon steeled himself not to react as Christopher disappeared up the stairs.

  Maybe he did lack balls. He was afraid she’d never forgive him for not telling her about Artie and terrified to put himself on the line after what they’d shared on that bed.

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  HALEY FELT COMPLETELY NAKED WITHOUT HER BRA AND PANTIES. It was all so sexy while she was being stripped, not so much in the silence of Simon’s truck, the big console separating them like a wall. Christopher was gone by the time she came out of the bathroom. A good thing, since it was bad enough having to face Simon. Everything had been so darn hot up to that point. It didn’t matter if Simon called it fucking, what he’d done was make love to her. She’d been drifting in that state of orgasmic satiation only to open her eyes to find Christopher staring at them. Even that wasn’t bad, but it was what Christopher represented, the embodiment of S
imon’s way of life: kinky sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism. And lots of variety in his women. He had such beautiful hands as he guided the truck around another mountain curve. Blunt masculine fingers, a thick palm, his hands practically spanned her waist. She’d always thought him handsome, but now she savored every detail. His silver hair was soft not coarse, his skin firm, muscles strong. Women constantly gave him a double-take. He noticed in return with an assessing eye. He didn’t parade his ladies as if they were conquests. Most of what she believed about Simon and his women, Artie had told her, as he vicariously enjoyed Simon’s exploits. The few times she’d met one of his dates, Simon appeared gracious and attentive. In the twelve years she’d known him, though, he’d never had a serious relationship. He was casual dating only. And casual sex. He used a sex agency, too, for heaven’s sake. Courtesans. He hired women. One woman would never do for Simon.

  She realized she was talking herself out of a relationship with him. Which meant she’d actually been considering it. Because the sex had been so phenomenal. Because she’d felt the same connection she’d had with him before Artie died. But Simon and a relationship? She was out of her mind. After Artie’s infidelity—maybe there were more affairs she knew nothing about—she couldn’t face the same thing from Simon. There was absolutely no chance for them. Not that he’d asked anyway.

  Buried in her own thoughts, she didn’t notice they were in her driveway until he shut off the engine.

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  they’d been on a date she couldn’t get away from fast enough. She grabbed the door handle before he could come around, and she climbed out. Simon’s legs were longer and he moved faster, and he stood on the raised brick stoop before she made it up the last step.