And licked very slowly along the length. She knew very little about this part of a man. To be honest, she knew very little about this kind of man. But here, in this room, in this moment, he was who she wanted to please. More than she ever imagined possible.
His scent radiated from his skin. A spicy soap, a little sweat and…Colin. She knew enough to realize a person’s scent was a culmination of the things they ate as well as wore during their day. She liked his. It fit him. His skin was dry, not moist or clammy and crisp, springy hairs tickled her palms when she ran her hands down his legs and back up again to cup the full, warm sacs.
She liked touching him and knew he was enjoying it, too, because he spread his feet just a little further apart for her. A jolt of excitement shot through her when his hand settled on her head, guiding her gently. She moved to her knees, panting softly when her nipples scraped along the hair covered thighs.
Angel leaned closer, closed her eyes and turned her head slightly to the side, nibbling slowly along his length. She followed that with her tongue, tasting, stroking and savoring the tension she was creating in him. She could feel each shudder, each pulse of his body as it tightened because of her attention.
Because of her touch.
Each little noise he made urged her on; encouraged her with a non-silence that seemed to make tiny licks of flame stroke every inch of her.
Colin felt doubt at his plan for the first time when her tongue moved moistly along his shaft again. Her touch altered between heavy and light; her tasting and licking enough to drive him of the edge without another thought. So he fought for the control he’d learned through the years. One hand left his side and he speared five fingers into the thick strands of hair at the back of her head.
“Good, Angel…Christ, so good…take the head in your mouth…easy on the teeth…they feel damn good to a point…” his head fell back and he reached for the stool with his free hand. Leaning on it was a better option than having his knees melted out from under him by his sweet, sexy sub.
She waited while he leaned back, his legs bracing him more securely. He didn’t know how much he would take or how much he would allow her to have. She wasn’t shying from her task. Her exploration ranged from downright sexy to open and genuine fascination. The fingers of one hand stroked and molded his balls to her palm, while the other fingers were wrapped around his cock.
She held him. Stroked him. Let his cock slide through her fist all the while her mouth moistened him and suckled. And her tongue was extremely versatile, he thought with a low groan. Flicking and teasing along the throbbing vein; stroking and pressing at the base between his balls.
Christ, this had been his idea!
Colin felt his sacs tighten, almost painfully tighten until his fingers gripped her hair and tugged. Thick, dark lashes blinked up at him, as if he’d drawn her back from a place where he wasn’t sure she wanted to leave. He gazed down at her for a long minute. She looked sexy as hell on her knees, her hands falling to her thighs as she waited for his instructions.
“You haven’t done this before.”
Angel swallowed hard. “No, sir. I’m sorry if I wasn’t very good. I…”
“Did I say that, pet?” Colin fisted his cock with his other hand, pressing his thumb down between his balls and grinding his teeth for the need to come to pass. He knew his limits and he also knew how badly he wanted this woman. He waited while his words and expression registered with his little sub. “But I do plan to give you plenty of practice…to perfect your techniques.”
“I…I wanted to see what it was like,” she whispered. A tint of pink spread across cheeks that glowed slightly in the dim lights of the room. “I wanted to do this because you enjoy it.”
Colin wasn’t sure he could get harder. But her simple words erased his efforts to hold back. He nodded once and used his hold on the back of her head to guide her forward. He watched the sweet bow of her mouth open, her tongue out first to swipe over the tiny slit and then around the thick ridge. When she licked along the separation and over the top again, his fist tightened at the same time his balls did. Again.
A momentary flash of dom arrogance spilled into his thoughts and he almost stopped her. Almost pulled her up sharply at the same time she gently, every so damned gently, ran her teeth along the base of his cock. The orgasm shot through him with the power of a tidal wave, sweeping his feet and control out from under him.
One hand tightened in her hair; the other gripped the edge of the stool, his knuckles whitening when his shout was ripped from inside him. Somehow she’d taken him deep that last few thrusts he gave, taking him and swallowing when he exploded. He vaguely felt her tongue still moving, softer, more soothing than arousing.
She’d never felt more powerful or more cherished.
Here, with him, she didn’t feel broken. She didn’t feel asexual. She felt alive and like a woman for the first time in a very long time.
Definitely not the words she would have assigned to the act she just performed. She enjoyed it. She loved hearing the encouragement and sounds of his approval that weren’t quite words. She really liked his hand in her hair, guiding her when he thrust into her mouth to please him. And it was her name that was pulled from his lips when he exploded.
For a long time, she’d been afraid she’d never get the chance to have someone mature enough to be patient. Or trust herself to have the courage to follow through on things that should have been natural to her all her grownup life.
And what was she afraid of now? Now that the fog had lifted. She slowly released him and sunk back to her heels, her hands on her thighs, she stared at them, waiting. She saw him reach to the side, a towel on his lap for a minute before he gripped her shoulders and pulled her to her feet in front of him.
“I shouldn’t have allowed that,” he said quietly, studying the curious little frown.
“I thought…you enjoyed it…”
“Oh, Angel, I enjoyed it way more than I thought possible,” he urged her closer, his hands sliding over his hips to her ass. “And perhaps it is for the best…what your needs are…a sub’s needs…should always be primary and I think this was definitely a need for you. One of many I don’t quite have my finger on yet…”
“You’re very patient,” she said in the lull.
“I’m determined,” he supplied the correct word. “Patience is part of the deal, otherwise, I’d be cheating us both, pet,” he put a hand around each of her hips and held her in place. Just far enough away from him to lean in and draw his tongue around her naval. He pulled the tint gold ring between his eye teeth and licked. “Pretty. Rebellious.”
“You…you were going to tell me what you needed from being a Dom,” she said carefully, not shrinking from the level gaze he returned when he straightened up on the stool.
“Just what I have. Control. I enjoy being able to produce arousal in my partners, especially through flogging or spanking,” he kept his gaze locked on her eyes, taking in the sharp intake of breath and dilated pupils that darkened with excitement. “I think we’ll try that next.”
“I…but…” she gulped and nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Colin firmly pushed until she took a step back, the denial in her face instantly quelled with a stern expression and one arched brow.
“I also enjoyed pushing my sub into new territory…experimenting…exploring…”
“What happens when you’ve finished…exploring…” the breathless question went unfinished when he carefully guided her toward a multipurpose spanking bench.
“Step onto the large blocks by your feet, pet,” Colin directed, stepping back and pulling his jeans on. He opened the bag he’d set on the bed and laid out several floggers. Long, solid handles wrapped in leather, each with two dozen strips of leather but each one in varying widths and types. Depending on the person wielding them, the results would be anywhere from a range of sensual to stinging and sharp.
“I don’t know that a couple can ever stop finding new ways to arous
e and please one another, Angel,” he looked up to see her peeking over her shoulder at him. “Do you want to see what I have out here?” He laughed when her head jerked quickly in the negative. He looked down at her feet, one brow arched patiently as she seemed to remember what she was supposed to have done.
He watched as she did as he instructed, using the body of the bench to brace herself. She stood on the blocks, hands on the bench when he walked around it and unlatched the sides. Like the bench on the first floor, this one had pieces on hinges that were adjustable. This portion was pulled forward, leaving two portions behind. Just enough to cushion her stomach when he stretched her forward and fastened her hands to either end of the section.
She was bent in the shape of an L, with her ass aimed at him as he fastened her ankles to the blocks where she stood. There wasn’t enough give for her to move her feet, so that kept her from accidently stepping off and hurting herself.
Colin put his hand in the center of her back, stroking down the length and onto her ass where his drew his fingers down the dividing crease. He paused when her breathing seemed to stop, her hips jerking slightly when his fingers continued their exploring.
“Afraid?” Colin walked around to her head, stroking gently and dropping to his heels to peer into her eyes.
“I…no…yes…” Angel let her head hang forward, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. “A little…”
“We discussed possibilities…that wasn’t on the ‘no’ side of the page,” he reminded her, letting his fingers trail along her shoulders and through her hair with the lightest of touches. She shivered and it made him smile. Her back arched just the littlest bit. He leaned in and let his other hand trail between her thighs, further between the swollen labia to coat themselves with her heat. “Part of you must like what’s been happening, Angel.”
“Why there?” She let the words burst out, fighting it when his hand came around and lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes.
“Why not there? Tell me why you’re opposed to trying anything anal oriented, pet?”
“I…it’s not…you don’t do things like that…there…”
“Why?” Colin dragged his thumb over her bottom lip when it shook just a little. “No one in this room but you and me, Angel. No one in our lives but those we feel worthy of our time and friendship,” he waited, watching the dark lashes blink as though she were trying very hard to keep the heated tears inside. “I know it isn’t easy, pet. This is all a new avenue for you.”
“Why are you so patient?”
“You would almost rather I walk away,” he said with a crooked grin. “Almost…I suppose it’s going to come down to who can be more obstinate. Me or your father. I have references that’ll tell you it’s me,” he teased with a kiss before standing up and returning to stroke his palms over the curves of her hips and then onto her ass. “What part of your body do you believe is not sensitive, Angel?”
A long sigh sifted from her lips.
“You make all parts of me sensitive,” she admitted after a thoughtful pause.
“But you’ll fight me anyway, true?” Colin laughed and stepped back, admiring his target. “Do you remember your safe word?”
He listened to her breathing hitch and waited, even though he’d seen her nod.
“Yes…yes, sir…red,” she spoke softly, a little hesitancy.
“Then I’ll begin…no surprises…just sensation and feeling, pet,” he told her, lifting the flogger with the softest tails first.
Angel was at the point where she was asking herself what she’d been thinking. Her skin already felt alive, just from his touch. And from touching him. That part had definitely been more than a little exciting. She wondered if other women spent as much time thinking all this stuff through…
Then the first splat struck straight across her behind and she jumped, gasped and held her breath.
Word! Safe word, her brain screamed at the same time her skin actually told her it wasn’t so bad. He’d fastened a buckle around her middle and there was little movement she could make, but her butt cheeks twitched when the swats came again. And again.
When he stopped she was panting and baffled. And wanting more. A low groan left from somewhere deep inside her when his hand cupped her mound. Thick fingers teased and stroked through the dampness.
When had that happened?? Her hips moved, trying for more, wanting more. No, she corrected. She needed more.
“Hmm…this is a nice perk…we both like the same thing…” Colin murmured, almost to himself.
It wasn’t until his stroke moved to that other spot that she jerked. A yelp popped free at the intimate touch. Oh, god! Was she clean? What would he…
“Stop, Angelica,” Colin felt every one of her muscles tense up. “Are you going to safe word, pet? Because we will talk about sex and your body and especially, this part of your body.”
“I…but…but…”
“You’ve seen it in the club,” Colin reached for the items he’d laid out behind him. “You’ve seen anal play and anal sex in the scenes below. What did you think of them?”
“I don’t understand. I don’t know…I think…I don’t know…it’s…it’s an out place…not an in place,” she stumbled over the words like a five year old and flushed when he laughed. Her body jumped again when a cool, thick something slithered between her cheeks.
But his body was braced against one side of her. Between the cuffs and buckle around her middle, there wasn’t a very big space for her to move. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly at the suddenly tightened cheeks. He rubbed one hand over the soft globes before bringing the palm down sharply on both cheeks, rapidly in succession for several swats.
While she was in the middle of breathing, he used the small plug. Dragging the tip through the lube he’d drizzled down her center, he had it coated and shoved quickly in place before she could react. It was small enough, about the size of his thickest finger, and slid snugly inside her.
He waited, listening to the gasp and gulp of air in and out. One hand stroked through the damp cleft, spreading moisture over her clit, pressing hard around the edges, just outside her need. Just enough to take her closer to the edge.
He had his jeans open and the condom on while she was still panting. When he eased behind her and fisted his cock to her entrance, he let his fingers play with her clit again. Pressing and stroking as he eased himself into her. Gliding on her natural moisture, the body he’d been arousing all night was swollen and pulsing around him with a grip of velvet.
Chapter Eleven
Angel knew she was still breathing. Only because she was alive and not lying dead on the floor at his feet. Then the buzzing began and he started pushing into her. How long had it been? She gulped in deep drafts of air, her head jerking up when the palm came down hard on her ass.
“Stop thinking, Angel. Feel…what are you feeling?”
“Oh, god…so much…it’s too much…”
“Never. I want you to feel it all and more and over and over again,” he promised her, shoving his hips forward and stopping altogether while her body adjusted. “So beautiful and tight…”
Colin balanced his feet carefully as he moved inside her, taking it slow and easy.
He drew in a long, steady breath. The scent of Angelica filled him as completely as he was filling her pussy. And damned if it didn’t feel amazing. Heat radiated from the pink ass cheeks as he thrust forward a little stronger with each moan his sub offered. He could feel her muscles and her moisture seeping around him, urging him deeper.
“Colin…sir…oh, god…yes…”
Between the vibrations, the tight sheath and his hands roaming along her body, his control was fast being zapped. Again. And he found he didn’t mind at all because he knew Angel would be available to him when the urge struck him a few hours from now. He felt her muscles tighten and clamp down; heard a sharp, surprised gasp seconds before her back arched and her legs stiffened.
But he was the one groaning when
the vise-like grip all but shut off the blood supply completely to his brain. Then he shouted and was never so grateful that Tanner had insisted on extra sound-proofing.
Angel had never known an orgasm would be so total. Just…total.
Somehow he managed to involve senses and muscles she had no idea existed. And in such a wild, erotic way that made her feel so wanted. He’d left her so little room to move that internal gyrations took over; moves from dancing that were guaranteed to squeeze every single drop of male from him. At least, that’s what Diana had promised at the last dance lesson.
Judging from his reaction, she owed Diana a report on how well it worked. Her insides were still quaking and buzzing. Then she remembered what he’d done…and giggled. An action that sent her muscles clamping down just enough to make him groan.
She was pretty sure there were hand prints on her ass. Along with the hand prints from his spanking and from those leather strips…wow…another round of spasms ripped through her, reminding her of the bigger spasms and making her moan when he pulled his cock free of her.
“Don’t move, Angel,” Colin told her, his attention on her ass and the cute giggle she gave up.
“It’s not like I can…sir…” The jump she offered was much less in shock this time when his palm swept across her ass.
That thought made him smile as he quickly yanked his jeans up his thighs. He disposed of the condom and released her ankles first. Then her middle and last, the hooks holding her cuffs in place. He very slowly pulled her upright and back against him, steadying her with his body.
“Easy, babe…let the blood flow back,” he murmured against her throat, whispers of her hair and the scent of her shampoo and their sex shooting through him. He’d swear he was seventeen again, the way his body was reacting to her. He reached behind him and snagged the blanket he’d laid out, wrapping her in it and lifting her against him. He laid her out on the bed, gazing down at the closed lashes and flushed cheeks.
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