by Selena Kitt
His smile faltered. “What do you want to hear?” He stalled.
I put the blindfold back in place and grazed his lips with mine, continuing the mad exploration of his body with my mouth and chocolate, giving him physical previews of what he wanted, but not the full commitment.
“Untie me,” he said as I worked my way back to his lips again. A light sheen of sweat covered him, salty and sweet mixed with the chocolate, wetting my appetite further. I knew he was getting impatient, I knew exactly what he wanted. Me, I just wanted three little words that I already knew were in his heart.
“No.” I whispered. I began to lick small patches of skin on his chest and blow, watching as he alternated between goose bumps and flush as I worked my way down his chest.
“God, you’re driving me crazy!”
I chuckled. “I don’t ever want you to forget this.”
His baritone laugh, rich and shaky filled the room. “Like that’s ever going to happen.”
I took him in my mouth, and his laugh hitched in his chest. Slowly I sucked, alternating my hand and mouth around his hard shaft, pausing only to add chocolate drops whenever he let out a groan of satisfaction. I built him up, slowly bringing him to the edge and stopping until the throbbing veins lining his cock faded a bit before I would resume my deliberately slow strokes.
I stopped, glancing at his rising and falling chest, his head tilted back into the pillow and the blind fold covering his bright eyes, eyes I imagined just shy of insanity. “Do you love me?” I whispered and flicked my tongue over the tip of his cock playfully.
I think he would have said anything at that moment; I certainly would have if the tables were turned, but when the word hissed from his chest, I knew it was genuine and not just an empty byproduct of sexual tension.
“Yes,” he whispered.
I went slowly, sliding his hard cock in and out of my mouth, remnants of chocolate tempering the slick saltiness.
“Faster, oh Jesus Heidi, go faster.” His tone demanding and his hips gyrating, pushing his hard member farther into my mouth with each stroke. “Faster,” he whispered, his voice scratchy and low from the intensity of feelings flowing through his body. “Oh god yes.” He repeated as I moved faster, matching his hip thrusts, sucking and stroking his throbbing cock with my mouth.
His entire body contracted with the orgasm, every muscle tightening. “Fuck!” He breathed, arching his length into my mouth, cum hitting the wall of my throat in a wave. I swallowed and continued to suck until the last drop was spent and he stopped shuddering.
He lay on the bed, chest heaving and I peeled off the blindfold. His sleepy glossed eyes looked up at me.
“Damn girl.”
I smiled and reached for the handcuff keys, unlocking him from his bondage. The second the handcuffs were off, he sat up, stripping both the keys and the cuffs from my hands. He snapped the open cuff on my wrist and took a moment to kiss me, running his hands in to my hair, pulling me close. When he pulled away, he lay down; pulling my cuffed wrist forward and secured me to the same post he had been hooked to for the past forty five minutes.
“What are you doing?” I was kneeling over him.
“Anything I want.” He smiled and slid out from under my legs, stripping my underwear off, tossing those somewhere in the direction of the door. He ran his hands over the emerald satin, chuckling in my ear as he found the hem and pushed it over my head where it cascaded down over my bound wrists.
His hands were as soft as the satin he just stripped from my skin and he reached around and rolled my hard nipples between his thumb and forefingers. “What do you want?” he asked, his right hand slipping between my thighs and finding my already dripping pussy.
“I want you to lick me.”
He kissed his way down my back and slid under me again, licking the moisture from between my legs. One slow long stroke with his tongue. “Like that?”
“Yes.”
He rolled his tongue around my clit, intermittently sucking between tongue flicks, building the heat up to the point of flash over. He stopped just short of that moment, his sapphire eyes looking up at me, the smile in them evident in the tiny creases of each corner. “Beg.”
The word was all I needed. “God Jake, don’t stop, oh god, don’t stop.”
He smiled and continued sucking my sweet spot and sliding his finger inside my wet pussy. I moved my hips with him; my pussy wrapping around the motion of his fingers, the sound building in my chest coming in repeated pleas over and over until the rush flashed; my moan filled the room and I arched into him, his tongue sliding in, tasting, then continuing its mad flicker on my clit.
“Jake please,” I whispered, the impossible heat suffocated me again and wetness rushed with the next orgasm. “Please fuck me.” The sweat glistened on my arms and chest and the space behind my knees was almost as slick as my pussy.
He was ready, hard and wanting and when he knelt behind me, sliding into my wetness, I moaned his name, my next release quick and he rocked, slamming his full length in me, his lips finding the nape of my neck, one arm wrapped around my waist and the other gently tracing my breasts, rolling my nipples through his finger tips. My wrists strained against the metal, the pain dulled by the pleasure he created through the rest of my body. I panted, matching the force of his thrusts with my own and orgasm after orgasm rippled through me.
His teeth grazed my neck, his breath hot and panting just like mine. I winced as he bit down on my shoulder, harder than I had bitten him.
“Sorry.” Jake’s chuckle echoed in my ear.
I glanced back at him, meeting his playful gaze.
He pulled out, flipping me over, my wrists above my head as he stretched me out on the bed, climbing between my legs, and he plunged deep, stopping when his full length was inside me.
Teasing, he pulled away.
I gasped at the sudden rush of air between our bodies. “Don’t stop.” My breath hitched in fast pulls, fueled by exertion. My skin pulsing with the need he created. “Please don’t stop.”
He reached for the chocolate with a grin, outlining my nipples with the warm liquid. He licked the sweet confection off and brought his sweet filled mouth to mine, kissing me slowly again. Like the first time. “Tell me,” he said pulling away.
I made a small noise of protest. “Tell you what?”
“Do you love me?” He whispered in my ear.
Of course I did, but all I wanted at that moment was for him to ride fast and hard. “Shut up and drive.”
He pushed himself up on his hands and stopped moving.
I smiled up at him and continued moving my hips in a small circle.
He half smiled, tilting his head. “Do you?”
I sighed. “Yes. Now will you stop driving me crazy?”
He obliged.
“Oh yes.” Magic, absolute magic and my body burned for him, writhing, moving as one, cresting as one, the “Oh God,” one voice as we came together.
Before he collapsed on me, he unlocked my wrist and I wrapped my arms around him, our chests heaving before the chuckle erupted against my neck.
“What’s so funny?’
He propped himself up on his elbows. “Shut up and drive?”
My cheeks warmed, blush rushing into them and I smiled. “Yeah well, I don’t exactly think straight when you’re around and certainly not while you’re fucking the daylights out of me.”
The rich laugh that I adored filled the room and he unlocked my other wrist tossing both the keys and cuffs onto the nightstand.
He traced my lips with his fingers and sighed, dimples still present but not fully pronounced and the smile faded.
I saw a world of emotions in his eyes, wonder and guilt blended together into an especially vulnerable combination. I pulled him to my lips and kissed him, slow, maddening, seductive and he exhaled, pulling away and rolling off me, collecting his clothes off the floor.
“You might want to wash up a little.” I pointed him in the direction
of the kid’s bathroom, while I went to do the same in mine. When I came out dressed in jeans and my bra, he was straightening up the bed as best he could.
“Please don’t worry about that.” I grabbed the chocolate sauce from the bureau and headed downstairs unsure of how to act now that we had completely crossed the line. The unknown now familiar in a way that jumbled my stomach, making me more nervous than the day we first kissed.
“You have a nice house,” he said following me into the kitchen.
“Thank you.”
He nodded slightly and kissed me, burying his hand in my thick brown hair. This kiss was full of promises, full of quelled passion and when the kiss broke, his eyes searched mine. “You really love me?”
I sighed, caught between a rock and an impossible choice, if I say yes; he’ll run for the hills. If I say no, he’ll think I’m just a cheating slut. The shit thing was regardless of whether I loved him or not, I knew this would never be real, never be permanent and that left me hollow like someone reached into my chest and yanked out my heart crushing it in one brutal blow.
I pulled away without answering, walking him to the front door, and leaning on the banister while he put his shoes on. “What made you come by today?”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He shrugged, looking up at me when he finished tying his shoes.
“Thank you. It was a wonderful surprise.” I allowed my lips to curve into a smile, the one I reserved just for him.
“Anytime.” He stood, tracing my jawbone with his fingers, stepping in for another kiss, this one sweet and sensual, his hands slowly encircling me and mine wrapped around his waist.
Was it a good-bye kiss, or one that promised more afternoon romps?
Neither one of us talked about what came next.
Neither one of us knew.
About J.E. Taylor
J.E. Taylor is an Assistant Editor with Allegory (www.allegoryezine.com) an online venue for Science Fiction, Fantasy & Horror as well as an author of several short stories, “Nightmares” appearing in December 08’s Niteblade Fantasy & Horror E-zine as well as “Grayson House” in the September 09 issue of Allegory E-zine under staff submissions. She writes paranormal suspense novels and is looking forward to the madness that accompanies publication. Ms. Taylor lives in Connecticut with her husband and two children.
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Tempting the Dom
By Dakota Trace
Cursing under her breath and tugging at the tight bra of her harem costume, Adalia Diamonte couldn’t believe she was entering his home, especially after the circumstances that caused her departure a year ago. Its owner, Domhnall O’Shanahan was disgusted with her refusal to give up her prized self-control. If it hadn’t been for this specific job - to take back the three carat marquise-cut diamond ring her client swore that her former lover had taken, she’d never even have stepped across the threshold of Myrle Castle again.
But with the ink on her private investigator’s license still wet, she couldn’t turn down her first paying job, especially one from the world famous jeweler Bathilda Schmidt. Her pride and self-worth depended on proving to her family she could stand on her own two feet without their help. By changing her last name to her mother’s maiden name and then studying hard, she’d gotten her license. Now, not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, she’d eagerly jumped at the offer - a chance to prove her worth.
Staring across the crowded ballroom floor and catching a glimpse of her former lover, she realized she’d leapt before she’d looked, and as her feisty American mother would say, jumped out the frying pan into the fire. When he tipped his head down to talk to the lush brunette standing next to him with a possessive hand on his forearm, Addie was helpless to stop the wave of longing filling her. Not thirteen months ago, she’d been the woman at his side. In spite of everything that had happened between them, she couldn’t help feeling the familiar tug of attraction to him. His dark auburn hair was a bit longer, but she knew his snapping hazel eyes would have the same ability to ensnare her as a shiver of desire flared to life in her belly. His wide shoulders, slim hips and brawny arms belied the fact he was a successful businessman. He looked like he should’ve been outdoors working under the sun.
“You there, quit lollygagging. We have a show to do! We don’t have all day to ogle the guests.”
The harsh sound of the troupe’s manager voice had Addie stiffening. It’d taken her considerable willpower not to deck the pompous little man. Turning, she nodded at the smartly dressed Henrí Gastone. It was obvious he knew the power he held over his small troupe of dancers. If it hadn’t been for a minor injury to one of his regular girls, she never would have made it into Myrle Castle to find the ring. Pushing the thought of Dom out her mind, she followed Henri and the rest of the girls.
* * * *
Narrowing his eyes, Dom smiled with anticipation when he saw the slender blonde dressed in the filmy harem costume scurry away. She’d come.
“Is she the one, Sir Dom?” The soft question and slender hand on his arm came from the petite brunette next to him and drew his attention. Placing his hand over hers, he nodded. “Yes, Lauren.”
She nibbled on her lip. “Do you think…”
“That she noticed you? Yes. You’ve done a wonderful job tonight. I will definitely be thanking your Master for letting me borrow your charming company.”
Lauren gave him a shy smile. If his taste had run to petite brunettes, he knew that Lauren would’ve welcomed him into the bed she shared with her Master Lucian. But since meeting and sampling Addie’s lush charms, he’d found his appetite for brunettes was nonexistent. In fact it didn’t matter what type of woman approached him, if she wasn’t Adalia - he simply wasn’t interested.
“You know Master doesn’t care for these parties.” She giggled when Dom threw his head back and laughed.
“You’re right, little one. If he can’t have you kneeling at his feet and serving him all night, Lucian finds every party a bore.”
While Dom rarely mixed his business with his personal lifestyle, this time he found the two merged together nicely. Having little Lauren by his side for the announcement of his own company’s merger with the second largest software company in Ireland was the perfect opportunity for Addie to make her move. He knew she’d come after the ring as a part of the plan he’d hatched with Bathilda.
After keeping tabs on Addie for the past year, he was now more certain than ever that she needed him. His little love was high strung and if she kept up the breakneck pace she’d been going at for the past several months, she was going to burn out. He understood her need to prove to her overbearing father that she could stand on her own, but he couldn’t in good conscious watch her self-destruct. Especially when she’d become more and more withdrawn when they were lovers, even during their actual lovemaking. He’d tempered his sexuality trying to ease her into his lifestyle - not that it had mattered. It was as if she was afraid to completely trust him or to let go and relax in his arms. But the dominant in him had finally had enough when she’d tried to fake her orgasm the last time they’d been together. She simply wouldn’t let go and actually orgasm and instead had lied and tried to fake it. That had pissed him off so badly it’d taken all of his restraint not to beat her ass for her deception. Then instead of facing her fear head on, she’d run from him.
The ding of a soft bell summoning everyone to the ballroom where the evening’s festivities and entertainment were being held broke into his memories. “Come, Lauren.” Guiding her towards the door, he prayed his self-control was as strong as he thought it was. If it wasn’t he wouldn’t last through the dancing before tossing Addie over his shoulder and carrying her off to his playroo
m. He’d never dreamed she would refuse to share the sensual pleasure of the dance with him after he’d paid for the classes. He had begged her, to no avail, for a demonstration of the erotic moves, hoping against all hope she’d embrace her naturally sensuous nature. Her constant refusal had tested his own control.
* * * *
Pulling the dark veil up and over her face, Addie took a deep breath. She couldn’t believe that she was going to perform in public what she’d refused to do in private for Dom. Sure he’d enrolled her in the classes as a surprise birthday present, but she couldn’t seem to get over the idea of dancing for him simply because he’d paid for them. True the actual dancing was fun and she enjoyed herself, but the idea of owing him a performance made her nervous. It struck her deepest memories because for every little thing her father had given her, there had always been a price tag attached. The finest schools, she’d better be an honor student; nice clothing, she’d better not rip them or stain them; or a new bike, then she had to endure weekly rides with her father. In her eyes, if she’d given Dom what he’d wanted, what would he have demanded next?
“Come on, bust those asses, ladies. We’re on in less than five!” Henrí stood in the open doorway of the Rose Room which had been converted into an impromptu changing room. Her cheeks had flushed when she’d first entered the room. It was in this very room she’d made love with Dom for the first time. He’d gently loved her on the chaise lounge which currently was shoved against the far wall. Holding onto her composure was hard but she would manage. She wasn’t going to break down and cry because she missed him. She wasn’t!
Standing up she shook out the gauzy deep mauve skirt and slipped her finger cymbals on. Following the rest of her fellow dancers out onto the wide ballroom floor, she kept her gaze moving, trying to catch a glimpse of where her mark was. It was hard to think of Dom in that fashion, but if her client was to be believed, Dom had asked to see the ring, then while he was examining it, she’d gotten a call. When she’d returned both Dom and the ring were gone.
