Ticket to Temptation

by Lilith Darville

  I opened my eyes, startled. Daniel’s eyes were now the deep blue at the bottom of a clear pond—hiding some secrets while exposing others. He didn’t move, but I could feel him mentally shaking his head. I stilled. He resumed.

  Blood engorged my labia at the carnal need covering his handsome face, yet he’d made it clear he would take his time. My body was his sketchpad and his the charcoal pencils that would make mine a living, breathing gift of nature. He took a long admiring look down my body, lingering on the plumpness of my vulva as my clitoral bud peeked out. Finally! I sighed and closed my eyes as he blew softly in my ear. More dew leaked from the core of my sex as my excitement built.

  “You are so very beautiful,” he whispered.

  His fingers reached down to make the slow, deliberate strokes that formed the outline of my sex.

  “I’m going to play with you until you beg me to come, and then I’ll play with you some more. I won’t let you come until you’re ready to release yourself completely to me.”

  Another eternity seemed to pass as he took deliberate care to draw every little crease and crevice as he crafted the outline of my outer lips as if they were the artwork on a rare porcelain vase. Only when he was satisfied with the shading and shadows that made up the canvas of my womanhood did he move on to sketch the detail of the bud of my clitoris.

  I almost screamed as Daniel executed a series of tiny strokes. With the same infinite patience and variety of techniques he brought to his art, he alternated fine and broad strokes, taking care to draw each to perfection. My clitoris swelled to the point of rupture, and still I couldn’t find release. I understood that Daniel, like all true artists pursuing perfection, would not stop until he was satisfied he’d captured the essence of my very soul.

  A shudder ran through me as I freed my mind. Nothing else existed but the smell of Daniel’s maleness, the sound of his breath in my ear, and the burning radiating through my core. I stiffened as I reached for the elusive eruption he kept just beyond my grasp. I held my breath. Daniel continued his steady rhythm, expertly exerting just the right amount of pressure. Everything else ceased to exist.

  I begged, and I pleaded. As promised, he played for what seemed like several long, torturous hours. Then my climax exploded with such force that violent spasms shook the bed. Daniel continued stroking, and my body continued through a series of endless contractions before he finally stopped.

  I longed to reach for him, to taste him, to make him mine, but I kept still, knowing that would please him. He painted my body with my juices, a small smile touching his lips, his eyes dark with passion.

  “Now would you like to have a taste of me?”

  I moaned out a sound that sounded like “yes.” In one swift movement, he switched places and knelt me on the floor between his spread knees. With the eagerness of a child discovering her first lollipop, I sucked and nuzzled his engorged cock. I flicked my tongue, circling the head and paying particular attention to the heart shape that nestled on the underside.

  I slipped him into my mouth, relishing the feel as his fullness slid across my tongue. I drew designs on the underside. I slid him out using my fingers and teeth in every way I could imagine. I cupped his balls and gently squeezed. I tickled the base of his now twitching member. I nibbled, sucked, nuzzled, nipped, licked, and gobbled until I was gasping for air. Daniel watched, his breathing ragged, his back arched, his cock pulsing. It wasn’t much of a reaction compared to my loud moans, but I’d take it. I continued without pause, my hunger for him insatiable, determined to make him mine.

  In another rapid movement, he grabbed my shoulders and lifted me upright. I stood there panting as he slid his hands down my sides, across my belly, and between my legs. He stepped aside, motioning to the platform bed.

  “Kneel for me.”

  The rasp in his voice triggered a series of butterflies that danced their way up my vagina, flitting through my womb before making their way up through my abdomen. I knelt beside the bed and rested my arms on the mattress. It was positioned at just the right height, allowing me to rest comfortably, face down while giving Daniel maximum access to my protruding buttocks. I heard a sound I couldn’t identify seconds before feeling a drizzle of liquid slide between my buttocks. Daniel’s fingers followed, spreading the fluid between the crack of my ass.

  I shivered and instinctively clenched my butt cheeks. Adrenaline coursed through my body increasing my heart rate. I took short, quick breaths. My ass was virgin territory, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for this new invasion.

  I gasped when Daniel slid the head of a hard object through the lubricant that anointed my crack. My butt, still burning from the earlier onslaught, clenched even harder.

  “Relax, babe, relax. I need you to trust me. It will be easier for you if you relax.”

  I whimpered. I was so excited I almost jumped out of my skin. I wasn’t sure if it was welcome anticipation or dread fueling the river of adrenaline that coursed through me.

  Daniel slid the head of the plug a little farther into the opening to my anus. I tensed. He spent a few minutes letting me relax into the sensation. Without warning, he drove the plug in to the hilt. I arched back as a warm burning sensation followed the initiation. I whimpered again. My anus contracted as I tried to rid myself of the foreign object. It wasn’t so much that it was unpleasant, I just wasn’t used to having something there.

  “Shhh. Relax, Logan. Relax. Don’t think, just feel. Let me fuck you.”

  He spread me wide with both hands and drove his magnificent member deep inside. A surge of joy shot through me and blew away all thought. He worked me with a slow, steady rhythm that matched the way I’d sucked his cock. The warmth that radiated from my anus seemed to spread through to my vagina igniting the inflamed tissues his cock teased. He filled me until I overflowed with the intensity of his feelings. The fire built to an inferno spreading throughout my belly. The force of the first wave of orgasm forced the plug to slide out, yet Daniel continued his relentless pounding until I climaxed again.

  I panted from exhaustion and sweat slid down my back. And still, Daniel continued to pump, his rock-hard cock bringing me to the brink of another orgasm. He tightened his grip on my buttocks and let out a long, low moan. He drove harder and faster for several more thrusts, and then he tightened. That was all it took to push me over the final edge, and our bodies contracted and pulsed in harmony.

  As I lay panting, Daniel sat on the bed and pulled me into his arms. He held and stroked me until the shudders dissipated.

  “My God, you’re good,” he whispered. “You were made for me. You are so good.” Daniel sighed and held me tighter.

  “I’m only good because of you. It’s all because of you. I wish this feeling would never end.”

  “There’s more where that came from.” Daniel laughed. “And next time, if you don’t relax when I tell you, I’ll spank you. Understood?”

  Pleasure replaced surprise as I ran my finger through the soft hair on his chest.

  “Promises, promises.”

  He laughed. “Pardon, I couldn’t hear you.”

  “Understood,” I said in a louder voice. Something to look forward to.

  He pulled away from me and grabbed a jar of ointment from the side table. There was no way Master Daniel would neglect his Domly duties.

  “Roll over.”

  I lay on my stomach resting my head on my forearms. His large hands soothed my tingling butt with the ointment.

  “Does it hurt?” He sounded almost afraid of the answer.

  “Only in a good way.”

  “Amazing,” he whispered. He brushed his lips over that special spot right between my shoulder blades. “I love you.”

  I smiled, rolled over, and curled into him. “So, I’m forgiven?” I pulled him into my arms, afraid if I let him go it would all turn out to be a dream. “I love you. You are mine.”

  He tightened his arms around me, covering me with his hard, muscular warmth. “And you are mine.
”

  We lay, blanketed by our love. I drifted off on a cloud of love and lust. I started when Daniel barked a laugh.

  “Super green? Really? You crack me up.” He brushed a lock of my hair off my face and followed it with a light kiss.

  “Yeah, well next time, I’m not going to let you off so lightly.”

  I wriggled out of his arms and ran for the shower. His laughter sprinkled over me like fairy dust as he followed. As I ran past a painting of Anais, I could have sworn she winked.

  Chapter 28

  Daniel

  Epilogue—Thirteen Months Later

  “Oh, look at this one. Daniel looks just like this guy. Who is he anyway, Mrs. Masterson?” Judy asked as she and Logan hunched over one of the photos spilling out of the boxes on the table. Sunlight streamed through the skylight bathing them in a constellation of light.

  “For Pete’s sake, would you stop calling me that? Geez, you make me sound like some old matron.” Logan lightly swatted Judy on the arm. Both put their heads together, laughing.

  I leaned back against the window ledge basking in the warmth and beauty coming from my wife as she bantered with her best friend. My wife. I still got shivers every time I said those words. And if it weren’t for her, I might not be saying them at all. When I opened the door to Logan’s cage, I didn’t release a monster; I unleashed the Tazmanian Devil. Behind that reserved exterior lay a tidy bundle of determination, spirit, vitality, and the most ravenous sexual appetite I’d ever encountered.

  Since that fateful day a year ago—the day I’d finally let myself love her—I’d alternated between juggling a bundle of nerves and sinking into the vortex of sheer panic. We’d stayed at Blackstone Manor for another week, recreating more of Anais and Edward’s kinky history as we made our way through the copious volumes of diaries and journals they left behind. When it became obvious we had to do something about the law firm, we moved our explorations to my loft.

  So much had happened in a year. We had worked with the secret service during the next few months to recover the funds Greg had funneled offshore. We played even harder, using every other waking moment exploring our love. Logan had moved into the loft with me and added a plethora of toys and bondage equipment to my play room. Things couldn’t be better between us. Not only had she adopted my lifestyle, she embraced it body and soul. I’d worried that I wouldn’t be enough to satisfy her.

  “New Zealand, and right there on the beach. With just your son, his girlfriend, and the stars. So romantic.” Judy sat back and sighed. “When do I get to see the wedding pictures?”

  Logan laughed. “Don’t forget Daniel’s mother. To hear you talk, you’d never know you were there. You’ve got a ton of pictures on your phone.”

  Judy rolled her eyes. “I mean the real photos, silly. Candids just don’t quite cut it at a wedding.” She sat up straight and clapped her hands together. “I know, let’s grab Daniel’s plane and go back and get them.”

  I couldn’t help but grin as I watched the two of them. Judy was a good foil for Logan’s seriousness and intensity, and just like the small child she grew up to be. Not that I’d want to be the bad guy in her dark alley; according to Cliff, she made some of his officers look tame.

  “It’s not my plane, it’s our plane, and you can grab it anytime you like. You don’t need us.” I winked as both heads shot up and their gazes lasered in my direction. Logan’s wide grin countered the large oval of shock Judy’s mouth formed. Judy clapped her hands on both cheeks.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  “I kid you not. Family is family. Anytime you want, it’s yours.”

  Judy leaped up and threw her arms around me, damned near smothering me in the process—not an easy feat for someone a foot shorter than I was. I laughed and hugged her back. Judy pushed me with her hip and sat on the ledge beside me.

  “Tell me about how she proposed again.” Judy sighed and leaned her head on my shoulder.

  “Oh brother, not again.” Logan stood and gathered the pictures into the boxes; all except for one, which she slipped on the butcher’s block. “Either of you want a drink?”

  “Bourbon,” I said.

  “Marguerita.” Judy punched my arm. “So?”

  Logan went off to make the drinks. I settled in for the story.

  “Well, you know that she deviously tricked me into going to The Manor.”

  “I know, I know.” Judy bounced with excitement. “She got that guy Raphael to send you an urgent message. And it was on the anniversary of that first night when you were caught in the hurricane. When am I going to meet him anyway?”

  I winked at her. “I don’t know, Judy, if you meet him, he might just have to vaporize you.”

  “You make him sound like some kind of alien or something. I think we should have a dinner party for him.”

  I put up my hand. “Now, you know he’s—”

  Judy laughed. “Got you again. You’ve got to lighten up, Danny boy.” Judy hadn’t ceased using the nickname since she heard my mother use her pet name for me at the wedding. “Never mind, go on with the story.”

  “When I got to the house, it was dark. I freaked out thinking something horrible had happened to Raphael.”

  Logan slipped a shot of bourbon into my hand and nestled in beside me. “Yup, he sounded like a panicked mama bear who’s lost her bear cub, all force and fury, as he ran from room to room calling out for Raphael. It was so cute.”

  “Well, it didn’t feel so cute at the time.” I slipped an arm around Logan’s shoulder and pulled her close. “And this one didn’t even bother responding.”

  “I couldn’t. That would have spoiled the surprise.”

  “You two are so cute.” Judy bounced beside me. “So, where did you find her?”

  I elbowed her. “I found her kneeling on her favorite cushion in the playroom as you well know.”

  “And what was she wearing?”

  “Oh my God, Jude. You have to see the gown. It’s silk and hand-embroidered. It’s—” Logan leaned across my lap as she chatted with Judy.

  “Excuse me, ladies, but—”

  “Oh no, you don’t.” Judy pushed me back down. “Next?”

  “She kept her head bowed and handed me the box she held,” I said.

  Logan shakes her head. “And he put the box on the table. Tell her what you said next.”

  “I said, ‘what is all this about? Now’s not a good time. Get up. We’ve got to find Raphael.’”

  Judy clapped her hands, pigtails flying. “Men can be such dweebs.”

  “Is that even a word?” I asked.

  The arms of the small but mighty struck me on both sides. “So?” Judy asked.

  “So she told me there was only one way she could get up. After that, all she kept saying was open the box, please, sir.”

  Judy clasped her hands together. “Oh, this is the part I love. What happened after you finished being all pissy on her.”

  “I was not pissy.”

  “Oh yes, you were,” they chorused and broke into peals of laughter. I sighed dramatically, grateful for how they both enfolded me with their love.

  “I finally opened the box and looked down at a large gold choker necklace, a matching ring, and a small note card. The necklace was exquisite.”

  “What did the note say?” Judy prompted.

  “It said, I am yours. Now and forever. Be mine. Marry me.” I still felt that jolt of nervous energy run through me every time I said those words. I’d looked down at her and said, “Get up. What’s this about?”

  I remembered every detail of that day. She’d shot me a look that at once told me she was not getting up until I gave her an answer, and I was a complete idiot. She shook her head, gaze again fastened on the floor.

  I crouched down. “I can’t talk to you like this. Please, get up.”

  She’d kept her head down, but her left eyebrow shot skyward.

  “Look, I love the collar, and I love that you’re willing to be
my submissive.”

  “In the bedroom.”

  “In the bedroom. But I’ll have to think about the rest. That’s only fair since you sprung this on me.”

  She’d sighed heavily. “I’ll be at the loft when you have your answer.” She’d gotten up and left me crouched there, box in hand.

  I’d stayed at the house, trying frantically to get hold of Logan. She didn’t return any of my calls or text messages. I paced and fretted and bitched and moaned; sometimes to Raphael, but mostly to the spirits of my ancestors. What if I couldn’t make her happy? What if she was too kinky for me? What if I wasn’t enough for her? What if…

  I tried to follow Raphael’s advice and think of the corresponding “what if” every time my mind went into another orbit. What if I did make her happy? What if… But I was a lawyer, and there was one thing I knew for sure: Hope for paradise, plan for catastrophe. Eventually, I couldn’t take it or myself anymore and went home.

  She sat on the window seat reading a book. She looked up as if I’d seen her earlier today instead of five days ago and let her smile mask the question in her eyes. “Hey.”

  “Hey, yourself.” I put my bag on the floor and fixed myself a drink. I turned to face her.

  “Okay, set the date.” I raised the glass. “Don’t make it anything big, and don’t think I’m going to put up with any of this old-fashioned bride stuff.”

  Slowly, eyes never leaving me, she picked up her wine and sipped. Emotions scattered across her face like layers of onion skin paper ruffling in the wind—joy, fear, wonder, annoyance, and love.

  “Don’t you worry about a thing, my love.” She winked, and I felt like I’d just pulled down the columns at the Coliseum.

  Judy brought me back to today’s reality. “Have you heard any more from Greg since we got back?” She sat at the table with her chin on both hands, turning that intimidating gaze on me full beam.