So very different than anything she’d been around. She hurried out, tapping the rocking light switch and scrambling onto the bed to her position. She made it just in time for Colin’s head to appear around the curve of the stairs, their eyes meeting and holding for a long minute before she realized she was barely breathing even as her heart hammered loud enough to wake the dead. She quickly lowered her gaze.
She didn’t look up again but she heard him moving around the room. There was a faint clicking sound and a glimmer of light began flickering and she saw his shirt suddenly lying on the railing in front of her. Angel frantically searched her brain for the protocols. So many…but they were alone and that meant she was allowed to look because he hadn’t given any other instructions than for her to be on the bed in position.
That’s when she realized it really was the first time she was free to look without distractions. Nothing else was going on around them. No scenes, no noise and nothing blocking her view. His hands paused on the slim buckle of his belt, that’s when the fact that he was in his work clothes registered. Minus the jacket, that she recalled seeing on a hanger in his SUV.
Realizing that for the moment…for the time being that seemed to have a nice glow around it, he was hers. He didn’t share. He’d told her that, and he didn’t cheat on a woman he was sexual with. That glow was settling nicely inside her, from the fullness of her breasts to the heat pooling moistly between her thighs.
For a lawyer, he was very nicely packed and put together, she thought with a thoroughly feminine appreciation. His body was firm without the bulge and she liked that. And she wanted to touch him. It was a new feeling, a new sensation that made her palms itch.
“Angel?” Colin moved to the side of the bed, his hands stilled on the slim silver buckle at his waist. “I want you to undress me.” He braced his feet slightly apart.
Her fingers twitched slightly and she swallowed hard, her head nodding slowly.
“Yes, sir.” The response came more naturally to her, considering she was distracted. Very distracted. “I’m allowed to touch?”
Her head tipped slightly to the side as she unfolded and moved to the edge of the bed. Hands rose from their flat position on the bed and she slipped her legs to the floor.
“Yes.” Colin watched the slight quiver in her hands, her fingers long and slim as she reached for the buckle on his slacks. “You’re allowed to touch, Angel. In fact, that’s our play for the night. Since we both have to work in the morning, we’ll keep it light.”
He could feel tiny flickers of fire when her fingers grazed over his stomach, one drawn lightly around his naval. He’d always prided himself on his control. But when she flattened her palm and pressed it over his stomach and onto his ribs for a long, slow caress, he began to wonder about his plan. As well as his sanity. The night before should have taught him something about the effect of her touch on his mind and body.
Evidently where Angel was concerned, he might be a little slow on the uptake.
Her other palm rose and joined it, one on each side as she sat on the end of the bed. She leaned forward, her cheek resting against his chest. She moved her hands to the buckle and worked the soft black leather free, the sides open and forgotten when she flipped the button from the hole of his slacks.
Usually he could maintain a little control over his cock. Not a lot, that was probably beyond even a dom. Usually, he’d just make certain it was tucked in such a way as to not embarrass him too badly. That mess had been most of his teen years.
But he wasn’t a teenager now and Angel was seriously going to undermine his control.
That should worry him.
If he were a lesser man.
If he wasn’t getting used to the idea of being with Angel more than just in the club. Walking on the beach and Christmas shopping were two events that came to mind and made him smile. And then he groaned and her fingers stilled as she stroked down the front of his slacks, her hand cupped in such a way that it pressed along the length of his cock. She used her nails, dragging them down the hard center to the thick base.
“I’m sorry,” she said hastily, looking up and waiting, her hands pulled back to rest on her thighs.
“Angel…if you touch a man’s cock, he’s going to make noises or he’s dead,” Colin told her with a low, husky laugh. “Unless I yell a safe word, don’t stop.”
A giggle broke free before she cleared her throat and went back to touching. One set of fingers held the waistband while the other lowered the zipper. Her nails scraped again along his length before she spread the parted sides of his slacks wide and slipped her palms inside, flat against his briefs. She hooked her pinkies in the elastic and pressed firmly, carrying them over his hips to his thighs.
Strong, firm and erect, his cock was inches from her face. She knew very well what it was capable of and heat mingled with moisture between her thighs. She felt the labia swell, her hands moving to absently shove his slacks down his legs. They slid to the floor but her gaze remained locked on the shaft holding her attention.
No safe word, she thought, pushing the jockeys from his hips and ignoring their tumble down his long, muscled legs. She heard coins clatter in his pocket. At least she tried ignoring them until he lifted his foot and took a step back, taking the object of her attention with him. Taking the hint, Angel held the material down while he stepped free. Then she quickly laid the things on the chair near the walk-in closet.
“I never…”
“Angel? Don’t stop explaining your feelings or thoughts…please,” Colin placed one open palm on her head, his fingers stroking through the soft strands. “I need to hear them as much as you need to share.”
“I’ve never wanted to touch before you…maybe it was because of…maybe part of me remembers what happened, even though the awake part of me doesn’t,” she rambled. She placed one open hand on each of his knees and stroked very slowly higher until her thumbs caressed over the heavy looking leathery sacks dangling between his thighs. “Last night…I really loved last night…and just feeling the excitement in you…because of me,” she told him with a tiny hint of awe in her voice.
“I find your touch as appealing as you find mine, Angel,” the words came out in a husky groan when her tongue raked along his cock, flicking quickly and repeatedly around the crest and beneath the ridge. His other hand joined the first in her hair at the same time she used her nails and ran the sharp edges along his inner thighs.
Her touch alternated between confident and aware to tentative. The muscles of his legs tightened when she continued exploring his cock with her tongue and lips, dropping kisses down the thick vein that traveled to the base. A chill of hot fire raced through him when her tongue licked curiously over the tautly wrinkled set of sacs that tightened a little more at her touch.
Fuck!
He shouted in his thoughts, not wanting to either startle her or risk his Dom card with the level of arousal she was creating in him. She was perched slightly on her toes and leaned in to lay her head against his thigh as she continued to suck and lick.
He’d always been visual and watching her cheeks as they hollowed and filled; feeling the silken softness of her hair against his skin and the flick of her tongue as she stroked his cock was all cascading into a large explosion. Damned large.
Chapter Twenty
She felt his fingers tighten against her scalp. The taut sacks she held in one hand pulled up even more tightly when she took him deeply into her mouth and pressed her tongue against the base of his cock. She stopped, inhaling carefully to stop the gag reflex. Her tongue flicked out like a tiny whip and she heard her name shouted before a low, strong guttural growl filled the bedroom and echoed through the house.
His hands tightened on her hair, holding himself in place to avoid hurting her or frightening her. She felt his concern at the same rate she sensed the power in his orgasm. Practice, she thought and almost giggled with the heady power of it all.
There were no other sounds. Just
his heavy breathing. She could almost hear his heartbeat as she gave the deflating cock a few last licks.
Now for the exploring of the rest of him.
She rose slowly to her feet and moved first to his side, her body pressed against his with each move she made as she circled behind him.
“I probably shouldn’t admit this…” Colin began, his hands clenched into fists and his cock already responding to the sensual assault she was applying to his body. Her hands moved over his skin like a silk skimmer, stroking, caressing…now and then, the hint of nails raked over his muscles and his teeth ground together.
“I believe you’re afraid you’ve created a monster,” Angel whispered against his shoulder, her tongue out and sweeping over the cooling flesh. “You taste of salt and male…very appealing.”
She wanted her touch to be erotic and sensual; and yet she knew it still held a hint of hesitation. Not that she was holding back. But more that she expected someone to burst into their privacy and repeat all the negative training she’d received through her life. That was going to take time that he seemed more than willing to give her.
“On the bed, Angel. On your knees, head up, shoulders back,” Colin’s tone held all the fire and chill of his Dom. A keen sense of satisfaction shot through him when she instantly complied, the barest trace of a sharply drawn breath telling him of the arousal she’d created in herself with her play.
He turned, oblivious to his nudity and watched her position herself as he ordered. Her eyes were wide and anxious; her pussy was damp and swollen. He stepped to the edge of the bed. One hand raised and fingers drew slowly down from her shoulder to one aroused, peaked nipple. She gasped slightly but didn’t jerk away from his touch.
The color in her cheeks and excitement in her eyes were more than enough to sending a reviving jolt straight to his cock. Is that what it meant when you finally found the right person to fit into your life? He’d always doubted that type of thing was meant for him. He grew up not believing. Yet here she was. Almost as if she were made for him.
Colin turned away and went into the closet, returning with the bag he used when he played at the club. He set it on the bed and smiled at the expression on her face.
“Open it, Angel, and select two items for us to use tonight. You have three minutes,” he told her, continuing to the nightstand and laying out several condom packets on the surface. He listened to the soft rasp of the zipper before she pulled the large black canvas bag closer. Wide, luminous eyes met his and then shifted quickly to the bag.
Colin smiled when she reached inside without looking. Her expressions were priceless, running the gauntlet from confusion to shock to a trace of fear. Since he knew what was in his bag, he could imagine the scenarios her mind was conjuring with each item she felt, without actually looking at them.
“Nervous?” Colin lifted the small box she’d placed hastily on the bed and grinned.
“I…I’m not even sure…” she looked down at the two things she’d picked up. The two things she felt around and finally settled on before the clock ran out. If nothing else, she knew when he was serious.
“Well, I promise to make it educational,” he told her, lifting the bag to the floor. “But we’ll need something else to go with this little thing.”
Angel watched him move to the nightstand, her gaze shifting from the small vibrator she’d laid on the bed to the drawer he opened. She saw the small tube in his fingers and frowned. Her head tilted to the side, the name across the length of the tube repeating in her mind until it registered.
Colin barely got a hand on her knee, his fingers closed and tightening until he was positive he had her attention.
“Don’t move.”
Her head bobbed though her eyes never left the tube in his hand. Dark eyes moved along his arm to meet his gaze. He was in full Dom mode, that she recognized immediately. So why did that look in his eyes make her weak and wet? Not to mention beyond aroused?
“Hmm…you have the most delicious reactions…” Colin moved closer, his head bent and one nipple sucked between his lips. He used his teeth to scrape and nip until she had arched forward, releasing hungry little whimpers. The sensations shot straight between her thighs, her knees spreading a little more when his hand slipped down over her stomach and into the wet grotto.
Her body swayed when his fingers began stroking through the heated moisture, over and around her clit and refusing to stay long enough for the sparks to hit. She tried being casual about tilting her hips toward his touch and received a sharp smack from the hand that was behind her. Her body straightened immediately and her glare was a cross between frustration and fury.
“Wrap your fingers around your ankles, Angel and don’t move,” Colin ordered firmly, his fingers never stopping the stroking and teasing. Low, needy whimpers met his actions as she worked to keep herself still. “Nice…very nice…”
“May I…” she gasped when his mouth covered one nipple. Caught between his teeth and strong, mind-numbing suckling, her whimper turned to a jagged shout. One finger and then two of his other hand stroked straight into her channel, diving and finding the hidden spot. By the time she was floating down and her eyes opened, she was wearing a dangling gem from one nipple.
Dear god, she had two and wasn’t sure she’d survive his distractions.
“Open your eyes, my sweet sub…” Colin was braced with a palm on either side of her on the bed, his head tilted and smile so pleasant, she leaned forward and kissed him before he realized her intent. “A very welcome thank you. What were you going to ask, Angel?”
“Ask?” Dark lashes fluttered, her frown deepening as she tried recalling the words that had begun and then were taken from her. She met the gleam in his eyes and swallowed the rising heat. “What were they for…I thought…earrings…but now…”
“Look down at them…” he lowered his mouth to the empty nipple, quickly bringing it to a peak and attaching the second clamp even while she sucked in a deep breath. “Perfect.”
Angel heard sounds around her. Small flames flickered to life with each new one until the candles that he brought from the closet reflected in the mirror from the large, low bureau. The image there held her captive as the light gleamed off the dangling opal-like crystals that moved ever so slightly when she breathed.
Her head shook very slowly from side to side but her eyes never wavered from the sight before her. Flames from the candles licked at the silver collar and made the burnished bronze bands around each wrist glow.
“A princess…mine…to be decked out and aroused and cherished,” Colin turned her face toward him, tipping her chin slightly and taking a long kiss packed with more than the simple words he’d spoken aloud. His tongue dipped and tasted the excitement inside hers; fenced with her tongue and stroked along her jaw before stopping near one ear. He bit down sharply on her lobe at the same time his fingers coated themselves with the syrup coating her pussy.
Angel had never been so lost in a whirlpool of sensation before. Her nipples ached, yet cried out for more. Her skin was alive as he kissed and bit along her shoulder and when his fingers roamed past her pussy to her anus, she almost jumped at the new touch he was offering. Nerve endings never before invited out to play awoke and clenched, and sent that shot of excitement jolting along her spine in both directions.
She knew the heat searing through her had nothing to do with the candles shadowing the room. But everything to do with the way they made Colin look: bronzed and powerful. She’d never felt so alive before, or so wanted.
All of her. Flaws and all.
“Look at me, Angel,” Colin instructed, one finger beneath her chin when she felt him stroke her own moisture over that place. The place that embarrassed her and made her nervous.
As for a mild jump when the small vibrator replaced the finger he’d been probing with, if not for the hand on her hip, she was positive she’d bounce off the bed. There? Again? Why in the world…
She stopped breathing. It was caug
ht between being lost in the fire in his blue eyes and the strange feeling stroking very slowly in and out of her other opening. She couldn’t even think it. Yet the deeper he stroked, the more the thing vibrated, the more her hips moved to meet him. When his thumb just happened to brush over her clit and his mouth lowered to lick and swab around one nipple, everything was lost to her.
All at once her body arched and she screamed. She heard his name echo around the walls and yet it was soft and whimpered in her mind. She heard the rustling of foil and felt herself lifted and placed astride him in the large chair. The vibrations continued as she fit herself to him, stroking and clenching over and over.
Strong shoulders were gripped in her hands as she rode him, taking them both higher as she felt another avalanche of pleasure grip her. Her body closed around him, rippling as his hands reached for her breasts. The combination of the clamps coming off and the small vibrator in her ass, pressing against his cock inside her and she fell head first over the edge once more. But this time she fell with him, one hand shoved into her hair while the other held her hips as she collapsed against him.
Every ounce of strength suddenly vanished and filled him at the same time. Colin closed his arms around her, one palm rising shakily to stroke down the soft flesh of her back, gliding on the moisture they’d created.
“I need to move you to the bed, Angel,” he said into the steamy quiet.
Angel pressed herself against him, rubbing her breasts and mewling softly. She lifted her head and he had to smile into the slightly glazed, large brown eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against her lips. His hands slipped to her behind and he stood up carefully with her held tightly against him.
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