by Tina Donahue
Yeasty aromas from baking bread and glorious garlic, cinnamon, onion, and beef scents greeted him next. The second surprise.
Upon arriving here, he hadn’t been particularly hungry. Now, his stomach growled. He stepped inside her place.
His artistic eye registered numerous plants and Bohemian vintage furnishings, including Moroccan area rugs, a red velvet sofa and two chairs, lamps boasting stained-glass shades, and multicolored beads serving as curtains over the windows.
He liked everything here. The place felt like home. Eager to know all he could about her, no matter how small, he turned a slow circle to take the entire place in and received his best surprise.
She leaned against the door, hands behind herself, head tilted jauntily to the right, the karada wrapped around her throat like a necklace. Other than it and the whipped cream she’d sprayed on her nipples, she was marvelously nude.
Heat surged through him, his heart beating faster than any physician would have advised. He opened his arms. “Come here.”
His gravelly voice drew her, yet she stopped short and glanced at the melting whipped cream dribbling over her nipples. “I don’t want to mess up your sweater. Lick me clean first.” She stuck out her boobs.
Laughter and tears rose to the surface, along with boundless lust, but he shook his head. “Later. Screw the sweater.” He bear-hugged her, requiring sustenance from a simple embrace.
She rubbed her face against his shoulder. “What kind of wine did you bring?”
He tapped the bottle against her bare ass. “Pinot noir.”
“Nice. You pour then relax. I’m taking care of you tonight.”
She ordered him to sit at the kitchen table as she finalized dinner.
He put the bottle on the table. “You can do whatever you want to me, as soon as I get undressed.”
“No.” She gave him a stern look. “Not until I’m ready to give you your other surprise.”
He doubted there could be one better than watching her rush around the kitchen, breasts shimmying and ass cheeks bouncing. “Other?” He feigned ignorance. “You mean I had one already?”
She touched the karada around her neck. “I’m going to let you tie me into this.”
His already-rigid cock hardened enough to pierce steel. “How about we do that now?” He stood.
“No.” She gestured him back to his seat, heaped food onto the plates, and brought the steaming meal to the table. “Eat first. You’re going to need your strength. You are getting to that age, you know.”
“What?”
She sat daintily, as one would at a church social, then spread her legs wide, giving him a fabulous view showing off her baby-smooth cunt.
Focused on her dewy folds, he blindly speared a meatball, shoved it in his mouth, chewed, then moaned at the fabulous flavors: meaty, spicy, rich beyond belief. “Shit, this is awesome.”
“I know.” She dangled a single spaghetti strand above her mouth, sucked it inside slowly, and chewed. Her throat bobbed on her swallow.
Torn between watching her eat the next strand and gaping at her boobs and pussy, he ate too fast, no different from a man denied food for months, cleaning his plate, draining his wineglass. He would have liked more of each, but wouldn’t oblige his physical hunger or thirst until he’d had her.
He pulled her from her chair, and rushed her down the hall, hopefully to her bedroom. “You do have a bedroom here, right?”
“Why?”
He laughed and growled. “Where the hell is it?”
“Second door on the left.”
Inside was another Bohemian delight in deep pink, cream, and purple tints, similar in color to lingerie they’d both designed. Lampshades bore dangling crystals that created rainbows on the walls. Numerous candles in showy holders waited for someone to light them. She’d piled lacy pillows against the high cherrywood headboard on her queen-sized bed. Propped in the center was the velvet-covered paddle he’d sent her. Several scarves rested on the beaded satin comforter. Above the black ones was a Post-It note with his name. Next to the others—one white, two scarlet, one striped black-and-white—was a Post-It note bearing her name.
She leaned into him. “Surprise. Tonight, I’m going to blindfold you and tie you up.”
And take over their Dom-submissive game? Not likely. He knew where she expected her disobedience to lead. “Only if I let you.”
Instantly, she went into character, gaze lowered. “Tell me what you want.”
“Light the candles, turn off the lamps, then come back to me.”
Lavender scents sweetened the air, shadows danced about the room. After putting on a Michael Bublé CD, she returned and stroked his chest, possibly ready to remove his sweater and jeans.
Not yet.
He grasped her wrists and kissed her, tasting their meal on her lips: crisp wine and spicy sauce. Her unique flavor was best and unmatched, crazy good. He couldn’t get close enough and held her too tightly, but wasn’t able to stop. Only when his lungs burned for air, did he let go. Sated for the moment and panting, he eased the karada over her head. It didn’t take much to figure the thing out or tie her into it. Once he had, he stroked the silk ropes positioned on her opening, making certain they stimulated her clit.
She arched her back and gulped air, proving they did.
“I want you to wear this to work beneath your clothes.” He sniffed his fingers, savoring her scent clinging to him. His lids sank. “Only you and I will know. It’ll make you wet for me.”
“Are you kidding? I’m always drenched when you’re around.” She bounced in place. “Come on, please, let me undress you.”
“I can do it faster.” He pulled his sweater off and threw it into the hall. His mocs, jeans, and underwear soon followed. Fully aroused, he faced her. “You’re going to blindfold me then tie me up. What happens after that better be mind-blowing.”
“Or what?” Her sauciness had returned.
“Give me the paddle. Now.” He wiggled his fingers.
She caressed his pecs, finger combing his chest hair. “It’ll be good, even better than my meal. I swear. I’m here to serve.”
Her encouraging kisses on his jaw left him little room to dispute her claim and made him hungry for her in a way he’d never believed possible. Before he dragged her to the floor and screwed them to death, he settled on her mattress in the center. “Blindfold me.”
She did.
To his surprise, stark helplessness then excitement made him want more. With nothing except blackness greeting him, touch entered a new dimension.
She guided him to lie down, her hands shockingly soft.
The mattress dipped near his shoulder. He turned to it.
She gripped his forearm.
He lifted his chin, but couldn’t see her wrapping a scarf around his left wrist, the fabric light yet sturdy. Once she’d tied it to the left post, he tested the binding and couldn’t get free.
His pulse jumped.
She straddled him to get to his other side, her smooth mound brushing his belly.
Her flesh couldn’t have been hotter. He heaved in a breath. The damp spot she’d left near his navel grew cool in the air.
As she secured his other wrist, her knee nested in his armpit. Once she’d trapped his arms, he seesawed his legs.
Not having it, she bound his ankles to her bed.
Totally at her mercy, he tried to slow his heart and breathing. No dice.
She straddled him.
He jerked.
Unfazed, she positioned herself so her mouth was above his sex, her pussy close to his lips.
He let out a fierce, approving groan and couldn’t control his urges any longer. For the second time tonight, he ate like a deprived man, his tongue following the karada ropes, then dipping into her salty depths before exploring every curve, fold, rise, and valley in this intimate and delectable area.
She moaned and whimpered at what he did, her lips slackened around his cock. She breathed shallowly, her
hair sweeping over his thighs.
He’d have to be dead not to recognize her struggle. She could barely maintain focus on him, given what he did to her. Cocky at his prowess, he resumed feasting.
Her hips wiggled.
He thrust his tongue deeply into her slit.
Her bawdy grunt filled the room. She slipped his dick back into her mouth, his crown halfway down her throat.
He fought his bindings like a madman, wanting to flip her over and drive his shaft fully into her cunt.
Unfortunately, the scarves held and she proved more controlled, stroking and fondling his balls, while also probing his anus.
Holy shit. His involuntary jerks rattled the bedframe.
Perversely, she lifted her pussy from his reach.
“Hey. Come back here.” He fought the scarves.
She licked, stroked, sucked, and fondled his junk, bringing him close to orgasm, only to stop and release him.
Abandoned by her mouth, his cock keeled over, landing on his thigh.
Bathed in sweat and unable to fill his lungs, he had to wheeze out his words. “Do you want me to beg? Will you finish this then?”
“No.”
“You’re fucking killing me!”
“I know. I’m prepared to go to prison for it.”
His head fell back to the mattress. He tried to reach her cunt, or at least concentrate on its musky scent, and failed. Her enveloping mouth and bewitching fingers allowed no thought, only reaction. Hours seemed to pass as she sucked him to an unbearable erection, ignored him until he went limp, then made his cock hard all over again.
He bared his teeth. “You are so going to pay for this.”
“You think?”
“Damn right, I—”
She had him back in her hot, tormenting mouth and didn’t let go.
His peak blasted him to points unknown followed by a heart-stopping fall unlike anything else in his life: frenzied, fathomless, freaking fantastic. His restraints didn’t keep him from thrashing. The bed shook harder than earlier.
Cool as could be, she tongued his balls.
He nearly screamed. “Jesus fucking Christ, stop!”
She licked him again. “You’re sure?”
He couldn’t pull in enough air to answer, which gave her license to suck one ball into her hot, wet mouth then the other.
Crazed, he bitched until he grew hoarse.
Taking pity on him, she repositioned herself then licked his nipples and nipped the hair in his pits.
His bleary sigh was all he could manage until he could think enough to use words. “What you’re doing, and have been doing, did you see it in a movie?”
She snaked her tongue into his ear, tickling him.
For the second time in his adult life, he whimpered, not able to summon more.
She removed his blindfold. “Not in a movie. My newest fantasy. Let me tell you about it…”
Chapter 11
Adam nodded, his lids half-closed.
Danni stroked his dark, silky eyebrows and kept her voice to a provocative purr, as she knew he liked. “A foreign government has me captive. I’m forced to extract sensitive information from their enemies, men I have to excite but won’t relieve unless they tell me every secret.” She dragged her foot over his muscular, hair-roughened calf.
His long toes fanned.
She smiled. “Their latest prisoner is a man who knows too much about their operations and can do great damage to their cause.”
“I’m that prisoner.”
“Oh yeah.” She smoothed his hair. “They bring me to a room where you’re tied hand and foot to a bed and threaten to punish me if you fail to confess what you know.”
“Punish you using the paddle?”
“No, this is far worse. They’ll give me to the troops for them to use as they want.”
He squeezed his fists and lifted his head. “Fuck that.”
She loved the savagery and possessiveness in his once drowsy voice. “You didn’t let me finish.” She drew lazy circles around his right nipple. “Enraged, you find a way to escape and kidnap me.”
“Now we’re talking.” His head fell back and his droopy lids closed. “What happens next? Tell me.”
Soothed by his warmth, she pressed close and resumed her adult bedtime story. “You take me to your secret command post. Alone in your bunker, you order me to your bed, telling me from this moment forward, I won’t know a night without your passion. You’ll use me as no man has done before. Your hunger excites me, but I resist.”
He gave her a look then wiggled his eyebrows. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
She grinned. “For my backtalk, you paddle me and screw me into submission, proving you’re the boss. After that, I’m your willing sex slave.”
“I love happy endings.”
Danni laughed so hard, she snorted.
He yawned. “You know, you’ve missed your calling.”
“How’s that?”
“You’d make a fortune writing X-rated movie scripts based on your fantasies.”
Maybe. But then she wouldn’t be able to see him on a daily basis and get to drive him crazy as he’d done to her.
She hadn’t forgotten those days when he’d left her wondering and waiting before pulling her into the storeroom.
As payback, she didn’t make her next carnal move until the following Wednesday, deliberately avoiding him until then.
A half-hour before the other staff members were supposed to arrive, she called his smartphone.
He answered immediately. “Where have you been the last two days? Where are you now?”
“Ladies’ lounge, just as wet as you demand.”
He didn’t hear the “you demand” part. She’d said it to dead air as he’d already ended the call. Her pulse accelerated, the brutal pace matching his quick footfalls in the hall. Steady now, be cool.
He pushed open the door and stared.
She lay on the sofa, one leg hung over the side, the other bent at the knee, her high heel resting on the vinyl cushion. She’d parted her wraparound skirt in front, baring herself from the waist down to show him she wore the karada. What a magnificent invention. Every step she took, each movement she made stimulated her clit, making her wet for him.
He fucked her harder than she ever recalled. Their dwindling minutes alone in here amplified each thrust.
Sated, he behaved like a true alpha male from her fantasies, leaving without a backward glance.
However, that evening, he proved his tenderness. Twenty long-stemmed red roses arrived at her apartment from the city’s most expensive florist, accompanied by Adam’s note.
Thank you. Tomorrow after work, my place.
He’d changed, unable to wait until the weekends to have her.
She slept easily that night, his note cradled to her chest. No one had to tell her, she had it bad.
Less than four weeks left.
Minutes before Danni was set to arrive at Adam’s apartment, he finished proofing his report in the spare bedroom, which was now his home office. Next Tuesday, Roger would be in town, and Adam would hand-deliver these figures to him. For every argument the SOB might propose, the detailed analysis provided an answer. Danni had proved her worth repeatedly and they shouldn’t let her go.
He couldn’t. The night at her place verified what he’d already suspected. He loved her. To lose her now…
He’d been stupid to deceive her, even if he could argue it was for the right reasons. Her trust was so tenuous. There were times he suspected she wanted to quiz him about something he’d said or done, but always she held back. She still fought her demons, and he didn’t want to add to them. He had to convince her when it came to him, she didn’t have to worry.
The only way to do so was to be scrupulously upfront, as soon as he fixed the mess concerning her job.
His door intercom sounded. He buzzed her into the building.
She wore a radiant smile and nothing else after three minut
es in his living room. When he led her past the master bedroom, she slowed her pace. “You’re not taking me outside on a balcony, are you? It’s cold tonight.”
“That’s why I’m here.” He pressed his face into her neck. Fuck she smelled good. He fought a shiver. “I’ll keep you warm. Come along.”
Hesitantly, she followed.
He led her into the spare bath, already having filled the claw-footed tub. Jasmine bath oil scented the warm water.
She pressed her hands to her chest and gazed at what he’d done as if God had descended from on high.
Adam didn’t have to sweet talk to get her to climb in.
As she enjoyed what he’d provided, he bathed her tenderly, making certain not to miss any spots, even the ones between her slender toes.
“Wow.” She slumped deeper into the water. It lapped at her chin. “I want to stay here for the rest of my life.”
And deprive him of their lovemaking? Not a chance. He toweled her dry, oiled her passages, and carried her to his bed. This time he used her scarlet scarf to secure her wrists to his headboard. Then he undressed.
Her gaze slid from his bare chest, to her legs, to his camcorder. He’d set it up on a tripod, next to the bed. “Are you recording this?”
“Relax, you look beautiful, as always.”
She beamed. “What about the blindfold and my ankles? Aren’t you going to tie them?”
“Nope. I want you to be able to move and see. After I sink deep into your cunt, I’m going to have you anally, and then I’m going to spank you. During that, you’re going to be watching us in the mirror, understand?”
Her blush shot from her nipples to her forehead.
No matter how many times they’d engaged in their games, she always reacted as if they’d never gone beyond the missionary position. “Yes, sir.”
He mounted her.
She drew back her legs to afford him the greatest access, not only tamed but also attuned to his male appetite.
His desire for her increased with each touch. He pounded into her, making her breasts quiver. He concentrated on her nub, stroking, rubbing…
Her climax hit and her mouth fell open. She yelled, the sound wild and loud.
