“Please.” She couldn’t stop the plea, which came from her soul.
He moved his mouth up her body, then settled on her lips in a totally carnal kiss. She wanted to give everything and take even more. Her tongue met his, stroked and danced and tasted. Her arousal blossomed in the pit of her stomach, spreading out in all directions. Her hips moved convulsively, and she cried out when he moved himself out of their reach.
“Yes, you like your tits sucked. Let’s see how you like this.”
Isadora heard movement, something sliding, and then something soft and gentle caressed her. Whatever it was floated softly back and forth across her breasts, making her nipples pucker even more.
“The strands of this flail are velvet. Gentle, but they aren’t always.”
She heard him step back, and a whistle in the air. She nearly shrieked when the lashes of the flail streaked across her breasts. It hurt, but only a little. She clenched the lips of her pussy when it struck her again, and then a third time. She couldn’t believe how the light pain increased her arousal. A fine electric current seemed to run from the strands of the flail through her entire body. She couldn’t hold back the moan of pleasure.
Beau laughed softly, cupped her breasts, and placed gentle kisses on each. “A bit pink, but no real marks,” he whispered, just before he suckled her some more. “And you liked it. I can tell. Let’s see if you like this, too.”
He stepped away, and she heard a tiny bell-like clang. Then, she sensed him step close, felt his cool breath on her still-damp nipple. The bud puckered even tighter.
The metal felt cold against her hot flesh. Two pieces, on either side of her nipple. She whimpered when the metal tightened, pinched, and knew these were the nipple clamps he’d spoken of.
“Can you take a bit more?”
“Mm…yes, Master.” What previously secret nerve ran from the end of her nipples to her pussy? She was so hot, so wet. Moving her hips, she gave herself over to the sweet, stinging arousal that this man stirred in her.
“There, that’s tight enough for the first time. Now, we’ll do the other one.”
Tiny, desperate mewing sounds echoed off the stone walls of the small room. Was that needy, begging sound coming from her? She didn’t care. She just cared about, needed more.
The sound and feel of fabric tearing preceded the wonderful sensation of his hand brushing against her slit.
“I bought them, I can ruin them. Oh, baby, you are so wet for me.”
“Please.” She didn’t care if she begged. She wanted more, and she wanted it now. Her hips moved, helping her pussy follow his hand.
And the stinging smack of something hard and flat on her ass made her jerk in shock.
“How many, pet? How many times should I spank your ass with this paddle?”
He struck her again, and the smarting pain, accompanied by the brush of his fingers against her mound, brought more arousal than she’d ever known, certainly more than she believed she could bear.
“Don’t come,” he ordered, his voice hard.
Don’t come? She wanted to come so badly. Only a few minutes, and already, she wanted to come.
Her thoughts scattered, then focused. That’s what sex had always been for her—get hot, get off. Wham, bam, no fuss, no muss. And no importance, really.
As if he read her mind, his next words cut to the very heart of her. “That’s right. You want to come, but I’m not going to let you. It’s only Saturday night. We have until noon Monday. I’m not going to be fast and clean and over. I’m going to be long and messy and enduring. I’m going to matter.”
Oh, God. You already matter, more than I ever thought anyone could. But she couldn’t tell him that, not when every nerve ending in her body was crying for orgasm.
“Now…how many more times shall I spank you, pet? Ten more?”
She cried out when yet another blow stung her ass. She could feel the flesh of her bottom getting hot and tight. She never would have imagined being spanked could turn her on like this.
“Yes, yes. Please!”
His tongue swirled in her ear, one hand stroking the lips of her pussy, back and forth, and the paddle fell in hard, fast slaps. Never the same place twice, unpredictable, the blows covered every inch of her ass. The pressure on her nipples added to the fire burning deeply within her. The sounds coming from her throat as she felt her wetness on his hand turned almost feral. She hadn’t counted, but knew the spanking finished when she heard the paddle drop to the floor.
“Kiss me, sweetheart.”
She needed to kiss him more than she needed to take her next breath. He hadn’t just stimulated her body, he’d stimulated her heart. Opening her mouth, she devoured him. Such heat, such hunger ran through her it was a wonder she didn’t melt. Barely aware her hands had been freed, she wound her arms around him. He was everything she’d ever wanted, everything she’d ever needed, and she had to have more. She’d die if she didn’t get more.
She closed her eyes for a moment in the harsh light when he took off the blindfold. He kissed her lightly, then stepped back. He had the clamps off her nipples in mere seconds. The sudden cessation of stimulation made her feel almost drunk, certainly bereft, and oddly uncertain.
She hadn’t even seen the lush velvet robe he bundled her into. When he gathered her into a hug, she clung hard and fast.
“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go upstairs.”
Yes! Upstairs, where the beds were. Horny enough to take him now, she’d prefer a bed. She wanted Beau more than she’d wanted any man in a long, long time—probably ever.
She blinked in bewildered confusion when he opened her door, unsnapped the leash, and stepped back.
“I don’t understand.”
He bent down and kissed her, his lips and tongue both gentle. He tasted good, and she wanted more. Trying to take more, she tried to wind her arms around him, but he gently set her away from him.
“Inside, you’ll find your clothes, the key to the collar and cuffs, and a notarized letter, dated today, confirming the terms of our agreement have been met, and that the shares in MacLean will be turned over to you Monday at noon. When you awaken in the morning, your door will be unlocked. Downstairs, there’ll be a car with the keys in it. You can go home, if that’s what you want to do. Or, you can come next door to my room. And we’ll make love. Tomorrow. Your choice.”
“I…I really don’t understand. What was that downstairs? Just…playing?” She felt her temper climbing and didn’t care. Damn this man all to hell and back, he really messed with her head! Not to mention what he’d just done to her body. No man set her on fire like that and then just walked away!
“No, darling. That was foreplay.”
“It worked!”
“For me, too.”
She felt some satisfaction when he grabbed her hand and pressed it against his engorged cock. She obviously wasn’t the only one in need.
“But I need you to choose me when you’re not high on arousal, when you’re not flooded by submissive urges to please your master. I need us both to be certain that if we make love, it’s because we have both chosen to.”
He kissed her lightly, just once more. Then closed the door in her face.
Chapter 7
Everything was exactly as he said it would be.
Isadora stood at the window, looking down at the late-model sedan parked by the base of the steps. Her clothes had been returned to her, cleaned and pressed and ready to wear. She held in her hand the document Beau had mentioned. Those stocks were hers.
She could walk, and she knew instinctively that Beau, the next time she met him at a party or business function, would be charming, and witty as he’d always been. He wasn’t a man to hold a woman’s choices against her. There wasn’t a petty bone in his body.
Pity she couldn’t say the same about herself. She could be small-minded and mean-spirited when pissed. She had a temper second to none. Despite the fact that being called The Lady Beast sometimes hurt her
heart , she knew she’d earned that name down to the ground and would likely continue to be more than worthy of it.
She should go back to the city and chalk the entire weekend up to temporary insanity.
The sun broke from behind the clouds, sparkling like diamonds on the stone and glass house. The green of the forest shimmered, as a soft breeze caressed the leaves.
Temporary insanity, her mind echoed, while her finger reached down to stroke the collar that lay on the dresser.
* * * *
Beau wanted coffee, but he couldn’t bring himself to move away from the window to go get it. He knew she’d awakened. He’d heard her shower come on.
He wondered if leaving her high and dry last night had been the wisest course. Sure, he felt noble, if frustrated, but what if she made the wrong choice today?
He could court her. Flowers, candy, whatever it took to convince her she belonged with him—to him. Or he could make her his hostage for real. Refuse to unchain her until she vowed to spend the rest of her life with him. Until she accepted his love, and gave hers in return.
Fuck this. The waiting was driving him nuts. He’d waited long enough. The time had come to claim what belonged to him.
He spun away from the window and froze.
He hadn’t heard the door open, but it had, of course, opened and closed. Isadora stood with her back against it. She wore his collar, and nothing else.
* * * *
“You didn’t leave.”
“I nearly did. I thought of all the reasons why I should just go. There were a lot of them.” Isadora amazed herself. She didn’t feel self-conscious standing naked before him. Now with the pretense of master and slave gone, there was nothing to figuratively hide behind any more. She had chosen to be here, her pride stripped as bare as her body.
“What reasons?”
She wished he’d come closer, rather than lean against the window frame. She shot a quick look around the room. The massive bed showed definite signs of a restless night. It was the only sign she had that he felt as she did, and she clung to it stoically as she answered him.
“To begin with, I’m too old to be thinking about changing my life, taking on a man for the long haul. My business eats up a lot of my time. I’ve gotten rather used to doing things my own way and not having to think about pleasing anyone but myself.”
“Those sound like some pretty solid reasons for you to go.”
“Hm. That’s only some of them, but only one reason I could think of to stay.” If he didn’t do something soon, she was going to scream.
“And that reason would be?”
Finally, he took a step toward her. “Because I want you. It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t make sense, if people laugh behind my back because I’m so much older than you are. Nothing matters but being with you. You’ve already touched me as no one has. You get me as no one has. Damn it, man, put your hands on me!”
He could move fast when he wanted to. He scooped her up and brought her to the bed.
“I’m going to put my hands, my mouth, and my cock all over you, pet.”
“Less talking. More action.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She’d known. Somehow, she’d known that it would be like this. Even through his clothes she could feel the heat and the strength of him, and that heat and strength warmed not only her flesh, but her soul. Fast, hot, give and take. She tore at his clothes, greedy for the feel of his flesh under her hands. He seemed to be just as greedy for her if the speed with which he feasted was any indication. She had his shirt open in a heartbeat. He was beautiful, his chest broad and firm, dusted in brown hair. Then her mouth fastened on a male nipple, biting, licking, sucking. He tasted of salt and sin, musk and man. His was a taste she wanted never to do without again.
A hard hand cupped the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her closer. “More, baby. Give me more. Take more.”
Her mouth explored his chest, then found his lips as three hands—one of hers and two of his—worked frantically to free him of his pants. She crawled on top of him before he got them all the way down his legs. And cried out when he lifted her off and set her on her back again.
“Beau!”
“In a minute, baby. I want to feel you. Let me.”
She knew she drenched his fingers when they so easily slipped into her. She was so hot, so ready, that his hand was nowhere near enough. She wanted his cock, and she wanted it now. She felt him reaching into the bedside table drawer even as he fastened his mouth on her right nipple, nipping it sharply, then sucking the swollen bud into his mouth.
She loved the feel of his mouth at her breast, but it wasn’t what she needed most right now. Pulling away, she said, “Give me the damn thing.” Ripping the condom packet from his fingers, she had it open and on him in a heartbeat. Then, using all her strength, she pushed his back to the mattress and mounted him.
His cock, long and thick, slid inside her and she groaned. This is what she’d been missing all her life. He was what she’d been missing, and to have him now, a part of her, filled her soul with joy. Her pussy, hungry for him, took every last inch, squeezing tight, then releasing, and doing it all over again. He felt hard and slick and wonderful. He completed her.
Beau sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers digging into her hips. “That’s it. Fuck me, baby.”
“You feel so good inside me. Mm, yes, I need more.”
“More?” he asked.
He was incredibly strong to be able to wrap his arms around her, lift them both, and change positions without taking his penis out of her.
“More, then.”
He spread her legs wide, and she felt the muscles in them straining. He shifted his position and…oh lord, he pushed so much deeper now, moving harder and faster so that he hit her cervix. It hurt, but the pain just rolled itself into the arousal, taking her higher and higher. She could feel the flesh of his shoulders and back straining, and ran her hands over the hot silk-covered muscles, her fingers drinking of the feel of him. A fine sheen of sweat glistened his skin. Leaning up, she tasted his salt, the flavor of his sweat going straight to her sex. The scent of him, all man, swelled her senses until she thought she might explode.
“Yes, yes, keep taking me, pet. More.”
His voice, no longer smooth, no longer velvet, conveyed his tension. The animal in him emerged, and Isadora loved it. She tilted her pelvis, wrapped her arms around him, and added fuel to his fire.
“Fuck me harder, master! Fuck me harder.” Her orgasm gathered as he did exactly that. The sound of labored breathing, of his balls slapping against her flesh echoed in the room. Primal sounds, they tore away the pretense of civilization.
“Now, sweetheart. Come on my cock now. Come with me now.”
“Beau!” She screamed his name, her orgasm exploding through her. Wave after wave of pure rapture convulsed her pussy and rippled from her belly to her fingertips. She wrapped herself around him and held him, just held him through the convulsions of his own orgasm, absorbing the energy, the emotion and the intimacy. On and on it went until, finally, drained and replete, she fell back on the bed. Beau collapsed on top of her, and she wanted him to never leave her..
* * * *
“I knew it,” he panted. “I knew it would be beyond good with you. Shit, lady, I think you wrecked me.”
Her laughter was music to his ears. He managed to roll to his side, bringing her with him, tucking her close.
“I love you, Isadora. I love you.”
“I think I figured that out when I kept finding my favorite things all over the place, but mostly when you went to so much trouble to show me I didn’t have to worry that a relationship with you would hurt me.”
“I knew you were smart enough to figure that out.” He held her closer, nuzzling her neck. “I like the way you taste, right here.”
“I like the way you taste, too. Everywhere.”
“You haven’t tasted me everywhere yet,” he teased, and lau
ghed in delight when she blushed.
“I will.”
“Good. I’ve been gone over you since the first moment I laid eyes on you, more than a year ago. I kept trying to get you to see me as a man, one who wanted you, but you wouldn’t.”
“Oh, I saw you all right. You turned me on, more than I’d ever been turned on in my life, but I thought myself foolish. An older woman in mid-life crisis lusting after a young stud.”
Beau couldn’t help it. He laughed and hugged her tighter so she’d know he wasn’t really laughing at her.
“Sweetheart, you’re only forty-two, not sixty-two. You’re too young for a mid-life crisis.” More seriously, he stroked her face. “I’m going to be forever grateful to Cyrus Carmichael for deciding to sell his stock in your company. It was perfect timing, and the perfect lure. I knew that if I could just get you alone …what?” Her face colored in a light blush, and her eyes skittered away from his. Intrigued, he scooped her up and laid her on top of him.
“About that stock. It wasn’t Cyrus’ idea to sell it to you. It wasn’t even his stock. It was mine.”
“Yours? I don’t understand. I got a call…”
“From Max Kessler, who said he’d been speaking to Cyrus, who wanted to sell his fifteen percent in MacLean. My lawyer arranged it all, at my request. Gave me grief over it too. He called me irrational and complained I didn’t cover my ass.”
“I like your ass uncovered. But why, sweetheart? Fifteen percent is a pretty hefty chunk. Why did you want me to buy it?”
“Because I wanted a life. I wanted something more than just my business. I had it all planned out. You’d buy the stock, then take an interest in the company, come to meetings, and get involved, and then I’d find a way to get you to make a move on me.”
Beau felt his smile spread. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He watched her fingers play with his chest hair. He could feel his erection growing, and knew they wouldn’t be talking for much longer. “When I came to your office, you seemed so shocked.”
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