by Tawny Taylor
Josh cleared his throat and commanded, “Take off your clothes. And don’t remove your eyes from my face while you strip.”
Her insides tingled as she watched brain-melting desire play over his features. She quickly kicked off her shoes, took off her shirt and jeans then worked her bra clasp, catching it before it slid off her breasts.
Holy shit! He looked like he’d devour her, literally. And she was ready to come already.
“Off with the underwear. I want to see all of you.”
She let her bra drop off her arms then worked her underwear over her hips. She felt so naked, but it was a good feeling of exposure, a sexy feeling. Her pussy muscles clenched and her heart skipped in her chest, hopping around like a rabbit.
“Nice.” He nodded with appreciation. “Turn around. I love to look at your ass.”
She did as he bid, eager to spread her legs and show him everything. Her knees were as wobbly as a newborn baby’s. She felt herself sinking to the floor.
“No. Stand up.”
She locked her knees against the urgent need to drop.
“That’s it, baby. Now, spread your legs for me. Do you know how much I love looking at you?”
Oh, yeah! That was a step in the right direction. Naked, her legs spread as much as she dared, considering they still had to hold her up. Weak and wobbly, and wanting to lie down and pull him on top of her, she braced herself by gripping a towel bar and forced herself to remain standing.
A soft touch, tickling soft, at the back of her knee nearly sent her falling to the floor. But a firm grip on her thigh kept her upright. His touch, which left a trail of goosebumps the size of Mount Everest in its wake, meandered over her legs, skipped the sensitized flesh between her legs, and landed at the base of her spine.
Her back muscles flexed and her ass jutted out.
Josh growled. The man was a beast, and she loved it!
The tickly thing ignited every nerve ending in her back and neck then slipped down her spine and disappeared. She turned her head. “You stopped?”
“Time for your bath.” He took her hand and led her to the tub and she stepped in, shocked by the nearly scalding heat of the water.
She got no further than ankle deep before she yanked her foot out. “Shit! That’s hot.”
“It’s good for you.” He lowered himself into the water until only his waist and above was visible. “Please tell me you aren’t afraid of a little heat.”
“I’m not. I mean, within reason. I don’t like to get burned.”
“No one does. Look. I’m in here with you. We’ll both be burned.”
For some reason, that didn’t make her feel any better. She found the double entendre interesting, stimulating, even if the literal subject wasn’t so enticing. She gave the bath another shot and stuck her foot into the water. This time, it didn’t sting as bad, and so she moved slowly, easing her body in up to her waist.
“See? It’s comfortable—a few degrees shy of being unbearable.” He sunk lower and pulled her to him.
His hands resting on her waist sent energy zapping through her body, and her senses came alive. The water’s scent. The bubbles dancing over her skin. The anticipation of his next touch.
He steered her around until she was facing away from him then pulled her onto his lap. His erection stabbed her ass, and she shifted herself to accommodate it, rotating her hips and then rocking them back and forth and running her ass up and down its pulsing length.
Josh groaned, gripped her hair and tilted her head, licking, tasting, nipping her neck. A chill shot down her spine, despite the furious rise in her body temperature. She rubbed her ass harder until he gently lifted her up.
“If you don’t stop that, I’ll come. And I’m not nearly ready to do that.” He gripped her shoulders and eased her against him again until her back pressed against his chest. He gently pulled her legs apart so they rested on either side of his, and she sighed at feeling so open to him. “Now be a good girl and sit still. I’m going to wash you.” He plucked a bar of soap from a basket and lathered his hands then ran them down her stomach and up over her breasts.
Oh… This is better than chocolate, any day. “Wash me good. I need it.” She closed her eyes and savored each touch, the way his fingertips teased and pulled at her nipples, pinching, tugging, driving her insane. Without thought, she arched her back, thrusting them out for him.
He slid his hands down again and she waited, anxious to feel those fingers between her legs. Wet, hot, slippery. Instead, he ran them down her hips to her thighs, his stomach pressed firmly against her back, his upper arms resting against the outside of her breasts and pushing them together. “Look at this body. It’s perfect. Absolutely perfect. Tell me it’s mine.”
“It’s yours.”
“For always.”
Did he really mean that? Did she want him to mean it? “For always.”
He stood and scooped her out of the tub. The air felt freezing cold as she emerged from the thrashing, steaming water, and she clung to him, seeking warmth. Thankfully, there was plenty of that.
He carried her back into the other room, the one with the aquarium that would dwarf the one at the zoo. He left that room behind—thank God!—and carried her down the hall to the next room.
Her heart rate slowed about fifty beats per minute, still faster than normal but much better, when she saw the four-poster bed swathed in blue satin. Now, this was more like it!
The satin was silky smooth against her back as he set her upon it, cool and soft. She sighed, with both relief and pleasure.
“Don’t get too comfortable yet.”
That warning didn’t go unheeded. She sat up. “What does that mean?”
“Shush, Love. No need for fear. I’m going to make your wildest fantasies come true.” He walked to the closet and opened the door.
Holy shit! What was that? There weren’t clothes in there that was for sure.
Lots of black leather, whips, stuff she couldn’t begin to describe or name hung on the back wall. She didn’t see a stitch of clothing.
For a brief instant, she considered leaving. This was all too much. Josh was clearly into some heavy-duty stuff, whips, chains…
He turned around, a steel bar in his hands and two wide bands wrapped around his upper arm. He almost looked like a hero from one of those low budget sci-fi movies. Her pulse quickened, from both fear and anticipation. It was an intriguing sight.
“Don’t worry. It won’t hurt a bit. You’ll thank me.”
“Won’t hurt?” What was he going to do with a metal bar that wouldn’t involve pain? “I’m having a hard time believing that.” She scooted away from the edge of the bed.
“I know your fantasies.” He crawled onto the bed and kneeled before her. “I know your deepest desires, the ones you won’t even admit to yourself.”
She felt her face heating. Could he really know? No! That was impossible. He was just playing. It was a game. “How could you possibly know that? And I don’t remember ever fantasizing about something that vaguely resembles a curtain rod.” But she could almost admit she was curious. “What does it do?”
He slid the wide bands off his biceps, and here she’d thought they were part of a costume. Too bad! He clipped them on the loops on either end of the bar and held the whole shebang out for her to see. “It’s a spreader.”
“A spreader? Um. I’m almost afraid to ask this. What does it spread?”
“Your legs.”
“Oh!” An A-bomb exploded between her legs. That was kind of exciting. She reached out and touched the metal cuff. Soft material lined the inside of the metal. Okay. So maybe this could be fun. Her pussy was sure voicing its approval.
“I’m going to strap this on you.” With a palm on her breastbone, he forced her onto her back. Then he wrapped a cuff around her right thigh, and as he parted her legs to secure the second one, a warm, steady throb settled between them.
This was fun!
“Now what?” she
asked, heating up as she watched his gaze crawl ever so slowly over her body, resting between her legs.
“Now, I secure your hands.”
“Okay.” She couldn’t believe she was playing this game! But it was exciting. More than exciting, it was exhilarating, like a trip down a dangerous, thrashing river in a blow-up raft. She’d never toyed with danger before.
She liked toying with danger, she realized as Josh kneeled over her, his gorgeous erection inches from her nose as he strapped her wrists onto a second spreader hooked to the headboard.
She lifted her head and licked his cock, savoring his scent and taste. Pure heaven! Look at that stomach! It was right out of a Calvin Klein ad. And those thighs… Everything about his body screamed sex appeal. She ran her tongue down his erection and nuzzled his balls.
He growled and moved out of her reach—damn him!
“It’s my turn.” He smiled.
She liked the hint of devil in that smile. Curious, anxious to see what would happen next, she watched him. He shifted his weight slowly, every minute movement seemingly intentional. His cock brushed by her mouth, and she lunged forward to try to taste it.
“No-no. I said it’s my turn. You lie still.” He lifted himself on hands and knees, corded muscles in arms and shoulders flexing into delicious lines. She swallowed.
He dropped his torso lower until his skin was a hair’s breadth from her breasts, and she arched her back to make contact.
“I said lie still.”
She flattened her back.
“You must play the game by the rules.” He lowered his face until his mouth nearly touched hers. “Don’t move, or you will pay the consequences.”
His nearness was torture enough! What more consequences could she pay…then again, her thoughts raced back to that closet full of contraptions. She supposed he could come up with more than a few alternative forms of torture.
She let her eyelids drop closed, intending to focus on her other senses. First, she drew in a deep breath through her nose, and was rewarded by the minty smell of his breath, the floral scent of the soap on her skin. The sound of his breathing in her ear, made her squirm. Tiny hairs all over her body stood on end in reaction to his nearness.
It was a heady, intoxicating mixture of sensations, and in no time, she found herself lost in them. Then he pushed her thighs up high, toward her chest. She was exposed! Open to him. Damn did it feel good!
The first touch to her pussy was a light one that sent a wave of warmth through her whole body. The muscles in the soles of her feet contracted, and her stomach tightened.
“You are so beautiful. Look at you, so wet and ready for me. Do you want to feel my cock inside?”
She nodded.
“Speak to me, love.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I want your cock buried deep inside of my pussy.” Those words sounded strange coming from her mouth. She might have thought them over the years, but she’d never spoken them. Never had talked dirty in the bedroom.
“Not yet.”
She wasn’t sure she could take any more teasing. Maybe he was waiting for something. “Please?”
He chuckled. “I appreciate your asking so politely, unfortunately it’s not good enough.”
“What more could you want? Do you want me to beg?”
“Yes.”
She opened her eyes, first catching a good long look at her legs, knees bent, thighs spread wide. It was almost enough to make her climax. “You’re kidding, right? I mean, I’m open as can be here, wet as the ocean, and you want me to beg?”
“It’s not your fault you’re not ready yet.”
“How more ready can a woman be?”
“Plenty. Now, if you want to find out for yourself, do as I say. Close your eyes.”
She dropped her head back and closed her eyes.
Another touch started at her inner thigh, slowly creeping up to the juncture between them, skirted her folds and then meandered down the other leg. That was enough to get her stomach muscles pulsing. She lifted her hips a little to open herself to him more, silently pleading for his touch on her clit. Her pussy was achingly empty, pulsing, wet, needy.
Then he touched her, drawing an oval over her folds, dipping low to her puckering asshole before climbing to her clit. Her inside muscles tightened, eager to feel his fullness within their walls.
“That’s it, love. I want you wet for me.”
What the hell had she been before? She could feel a trickle running down her crack. Her whole body was in tune to his touch, tensing and releasing in a slow, sultry tempo.
“I want to taste you.” His tongue teased her clit as a finger plunged inside.
That was the end of her! Her thighs strained, eager to spread wider. Her whole body heated. She moaned, trying like hell not to come. The irony of that situation didn’t go unnoticed, even though her mind was swiftly leaving her. How many times had she faked an orgasm in the past?
She could barely contain herself. “I need you to fuck me,” she heard herself murmur as she lifted her head to look at him.
Had she just said that?
“What?” He raised his head, his mouth moist and oh so tempting. She could smell herself everywhere.
“Fuck me.”
He licked his lips, and she tasted herself in her mouth. “Seems to me you’re in no position to make demands.”
“Please?”
He smiled. “That’s more like it. But if I fuck you, what will you do for me?”
“Fuck you back?”
He clucked his tongue.
What the hell? What red-blooded man considered fucking an insult? She was spread wide, soaking wet, and begging for sex. What more could the man want?
“What will you do for me?” he repeated.
“What would you like?”
“Your complete submission. You will do as I say.”
“What have I been doing?”
He tipped his head and raised his brows in a silent challenge.
“Okay.” At this point, she was so hot, she’d agree to just about anything—even climb Mt. Vesuvius, if she had to. “Fine. I’ll do whatever you ask.”
“Excellent.” He kneeled between her knees, and she tensed with expectation. “I want to watch you touch yourself.”
Had she just heard him correctly? “Um. I can’t exactly do that.” She tugged on her bound wrists to illustrate. “Did you want me to try to escape?”
“Nope. I would rather release you myself.” He unstrapped each wrist, kissing each one. “Now, I have given you pleasure. Will you do as I ask?”
“Touch myself like this?” Knowing full well what he meant, but wanting to tease him, she ran her hands over her stomach and breasts.
“No, touch your pussy. Show me how you masturbate. I want to watch. I want you to share your most secret fantasies.”
He had to be kidding. She waited for him to admit he was, but he merely nodded in encouragement. So, feeling a little self-conscious, she ran both hands down her body and over her mound.
“That’s it. Show me your slit.”
She parted her puffy lips and ran a fingertip around the perimeter.
“Where do you touch yourself? How? What do you think about? What do you see when you close your eyes?”
She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. Her favorite fantasy was a bit weird, and she’d never told anyone. “I start slowly, my legs open like this, and I trace slow, soft circles over my clit.”
“What do you think about?” He wasn’t going to let her keep any secrets? Not even the deepest, most intimate ones?
“I…I haven’t told anyone.”
“You promised complete submission.”
“I know. But…” She had, dammit! “Okay. I imagine I’m in a far away place and I’m being tested by a tribe of people. They want me to mate with their leader, but I must prove myself. I must come in front of them. They’re watching me.”
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His cock plunged inside, filling her. Brilliant colors shot through her mind. Her entire body contracted into a tight ball as heat burst from her center and spread outward.
With each thrust, she felt the tingle of her impending climax. Closer, closer, hotter, hotter. Her senses closed in on themselves as her eyelids fell shut. Sounds echoed through her body, bouncing, vibrating, roiling like waves. Josh growled, and his voice blazed down her spine like lightning as he repeated her name.
She gasped and tasted tangy salt on the air, as if they were by the seashore. She gripped the sheets in her hands, and the bedding fell away, sifting through her fingers like sand.
Oh…
Was she lifting into the air? Floating? Had her soul left her body?
“We are one now,” Josh whispered, his body joined with hers. His hands gripped her thighs, his fingertips digging into her flesh. “We are one soul. One spirit. Forever.”
“Forever,” she repeated. She screamed as every part inside clenched and then pulsed, rocketing her into the heavens.
“That’s it, love. Prove yourself to me.”
Her pussy milked him, the pulsing going on for an eternity as he slammed into her over and over again.
Then he cried out with his own ecstasy, and drove himself deep inside. She felt his body tense against hers, then he dropped on top of her, and as her body relaxed, she opened her eyes.
Her mind froze at the sight before her.
He was different. His skin had taken a distinctly ashen shade.
Holy shit! Was he dying or something?
Chapter 9
When a loved one turns gray before your eyes, there is reason for alarm.
Damn! Jane’s eyes were wide as saucers, and he had the sneaking suspicion it had nothing to do with fucking.
He glanced down. Shit. The transformation was beginning again. His skin was dry, gray. He needed to leave. But what excuse could he deliver after having made love to her, after pushing her so close to her limits?
“I have an allergy,” he said, hoping she would believe him.
