“I’m sorry, and I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He watched her guard drop and her countenance soften and relax. “I think all that buildup of sexual tension is going to make tonight that much more exciting and intense. Are you ready for the fantasy to begin?”
With her nod of assent, he took her hand and guided her over to the side of the bed near the chaise in the corner. Then he took her mouth with his own and kissed her, more than ready to make up for the time they’d lost over the weekend. Grabbing the tie on her robe, he pulled it off and tossed the sash onto the chair behind him for later. Blindly, he parted the silky material, pushed the sleeves down her arms, and let the fabric fall to the floor at her feet. Lifting his head, he looked his fill of her in the sexy outfit he’d bought for her, and when she reached out to grab the hem of his black T-shirt to help him pull it up and off, he caught her wrist and stopped her.
“Turn around and widen your stance,” he told her in a low, rough tone, which was all part of tonight’s fantasy. When she did as he instructed and he was looking at the smooth slope of her back and her widespread legs, he added, “Now bend forward and put your arms on the bed.”
She glanced over her shoulder at him, and probably realizing how exposed the position would make her, a glimmer of uncertainty flickered in her gaze. “Eric—”
“Do it, Jill,” he ordered, forcing her past that initial twinge of modesty. “Or the fantasy ends.”
He’d warned her that he liked to be in control when it came to sex, which served him well as a defense mechanism in keeping a tight rein on his emotional restraint when it came to women. But he’d come to realize that somewhere along the way he’d allowed Jill to threaten that physical discipline of his, which took their affair to a whole new level of desire and passion.
While he’d continue to play those dominant, aggressive games with her, he’d told her their first night together that he’d never hurt her—and meant it. If she truly felt uncomfortable with anything happening between them, he’d given her the security of knowing a simple “no” or “stop” would put an end to the fantasy.
Tonight, she obviously wasn’t willing to forgo whatever pleasures he had in mind. She bent at the waist and propped her forearms on the mattress, which thrust her bottom up in carnal invitation. The peekaboo panties she wore framed the glistening folds of her sex, and it took every ounce of his willpower not to drop to his knees and use his tongue to take her to a shattering climax in that provocative position.
Gathering his control, he passed his palm over one rounded cheek and squeezed the firm flesh, which brought him just as much pleasure. “God, you have such a great ass,” he murmured, and heard her moan in response. Positioning himself behind her, he pressed the huge bulge of his erection against her bottom. He could feel her heat and dampness, even through his jeans, and groaned at the perfect fit of their bodies due to the spiked heels she wore.
He splayed his hand low on her spine, and she automatically arched into him to get closer, to feel more heat and friction. “I’ve dreamed of taking you just like this,” he said, and gyrated his hips against her, knowing the fly of his jeans was grazing her tender flesh, heightening her arousal. “Even right now, I’m so ready for you, and all it would take is unzipping my pants, releasing my cock, and pushing inside you, slow and deep. You wouldn’t even have to take off your panties.”
Her deep breathing turned into a fast pant, and her fingers gripped the bedspread in tight fists.
In one smooth motion, he stripped off his T-shirt, then leaned over her, completely covering her from behind with his naked chest and keeping their thighs aligned and her hips pinned to the side of the bed with the weight of his body. He pushed her wavy hair away from the side of her face and glided his lips along her jaw and up to the shell of her ear while his hands slid around her waist in search of more bare flesh. His fingers dipped inside the lace cups of her bra and pulled the stretchy material down, freeing her breasts. He filled his palms with the warm plump flesh, heard her quick intake of breath, and smiled in satisfaction. He could feel the wild beating of her heart, and reveled in her eager response.
“In this position, I could fondle your breasts just like this,” he rasped into her ear as his rolled her tight nipples between his fingers and gently pinched them. “And I can touch your clit at the same time while I pump inside you.” He slid a hand between her legs and followed the lace-edged slit of her panties, knowing even before he touched her she’d be hot and wet. He wasn’t disappointed, and easily found that hard kernel of flesh already pulsing with need. “It would only take a few strokes inside your tight body to make me come.”
She tossed her head back, pressed her hips harder against his hand and shuddered, on the verge of her own climax. “Oh, God, yes.”
“But that’s not what I have in mind for tonight.” He straightened and turned her around to face him again, amused by the dazed, confused look in her eyes. Taking advantage of her compliant state, he pushed her back until she was sitting up on the bed and her legs were draped over the edge. Grasping one ankle, he bent her knee and wedged the spiked heel into the wooden ledge of the bed frame supporting the mattress, then did the same to her other shoe, leaving her in a very wanton, erotic position for him to enjoy.
She frowned up at him, appearing miffed at him again. “You can’t leave me like this.”
He laughed, low and deep, since there were many ways to interpret her comment. “Like how?‘”
Her breasts, still bared by the bra bunched beneath the firm swells, quivered as she inhaled an indignant breath. “I was on the edge of an orgasm when you stopped.”
The heady, arousing scent of her warm, female flesh slipped through his senses, tempting him greatly. “Then finish what I started. Touch yourself. Do whatever feels good. Come for me while I watch.”
She thought about that for a few seconds, her gaze lowering to the erection still confined beneath the zipper of his jeans. Then a slow, shameless smile spread across her face. “Only if you’ll do the same,” she challenged huskily.
Oh, yeah, he liked that bit of boldness and the unexpected dare she’d tossed right back at him. His blood warmed in his veins, pooled low in his belly, and thickened his groin to the point of pain. It was about time he met a woman who was his match not only intellectually, but sexually as well. And it appeared that Jill knew how to use aggression to her own advantage.
He took in her mussed hair, so soft and crushable, and her skin, flushed with desire. The straps of her bra had fallen down both arms, and she’d braced her hands behind her on the bed, causing her full breasts to thrust forward. Her spread legs, the sexy garter belt, and sinful panties drove him crazy. The silk stockings with the lacy band, the fuck-me shoes… hell, the entire package was a man’s wet dream come to life.
He knew if he watched her touch herself he’d never make it without giving his body the fierce release it craved. And she’d just presented him with the perfect opportunity to take the initial edge off his own lust in order to make tonight last, because this was just the beginning of his personal fantasy.
“You’re on, sweetheart.”
She dampened her bottom lip with her tongue. “Take the rest of your clothes off.”
He did as she commanded, toeing off his shoes, pulling off his socks, and shucking his jeans and briefs until he was in the buff and there was no disguising his desire for her. He dug through the front pockets of his pants, tossed a handful of condoms on the nightstand, and discarded the jeans somewhere on the floor with the rest of his clothes.
She looked from the prophylactics and back to him. “Five of them?” she asked incredulously.
He winked at her, and grinned. “Don’t ever underestimate how much I want you. What we don’t use tonight, I’m sure we’ll put to good use later.”
He reclined back on the chaise, one leg outstretched and the other draped over the side of the chair—giving her just as intimate a view as he had of her. He settled in more comforta
bly, liking the way the cool, velvety material felt against his skin. Liked, too, the way her wide-eyed gaze was taking in the long, thick length of his erection in rapt fascination.
Resting one hand behind his head, he flattened his other palm on his belly in a pose that was more casual than he felt. “This is your show,” he murmured, wanting her to take the lead. “You start and give me an incentive to follow.”
She understood his insinuation, that he wanted her to tempt and tease him. Her palms came up and fondled her breasts, and her thumbs rasped across the rigid tips. Her movements were hesitant at first, then gradually she relaxed and gave in to her body’s explicit demands. She rolled the pearls over her nipples and moaned softly as her other hand drifted lower, caressing the soft, smooth skin of her stomach and played with the satin strap of her garter belt.
She was so damned sexy she made his insides ache and his palms sweat. Anticipation gripped him, and his jaw clenched hard as those long, slender fingers of hers delved between her splayed thighs, traced the opening of her panties, then glided over her wet, swollen flesh in a series of slow, languid caresses. She closed her eyes, her head fell back on a groan, and she shuddered with need.
Eric knew she was lost in her own little world where gratification was the ultimate goal, and she was heading toward her own climax fast. No way was he going to let her go there without taking him along for the ride.
Wrapping his fingers around the base of his shaft, he began a slow, squeezing upward stroke. His hand enveloped the head of his cock, his thumb grazed over the sensitive tip, and his entire body vibrated as his own orgasm beckoned. “Watch me, too, Jill,” he rasped, his voice as dark as the night, as raw as the hunger welling within him.
Her lashes fluttered open to half-mast. But it was enough for her to watch him pump the rigid length of his penis in a tight grip while her hips undulated sinuously against her fingers. Knowing she was as close to coming as he was, he gauged her response, the quick rise and fall of her chest, the sensual haze clouding her eyes, and the flush rising on her cheeks. Her moist lips parted, and a low, throaty moan erupted from her throat as she lost herself in wild sensation.
He watched her take her pleasure for as long as he could, but there was no denying the familiar tightening between his legs, and the way his stomach muscles constricted in warning. Exhaling a hissing breath, he erupted in a gut-wrenching release, the sheer primal heat of his climax radiating outward in scalding, pulsating waves that seemed to go on and on.
With a quivering, replete sigh, Jill fell back on the mattress to recover while he grabbed a tissue from the box on the night-stand. He was still semi-erect, and there was no doubt that by the time he was done with the foreplay he still had in mind, he’d be raring to go again.
Jill ran a shaky hand through her hair, unable to believe what she’d just done… that she’d just brought herself to an incredibly intense orgasm in front of a man, something she’d never done before. And she’d liked doing it, as much as she’d enjoyed witnessing Eric’s own loss of control. She felt lightheaded, drunk on passion and power and the thrill of the forbidden.
“Move to the center of the bed,” Eric said, his voice a soft, sexy rumble that reawakened her senses.
Too sated to move, she forced her eyes open and rolled her head to the side to get a better view of him. He stood at the edge of the bed, between her spread legs, his pitch-black hair falling haphazardly over his forehead. He was amazingly aroused all over again and she would have been just as happy if he pulled her thighs over his hips and drove into her just as they were.
But it was the wide sash from her robe that he was running through his ringers that caught her attention, as did the wicked gleam in his eyes. He wasn’t done with her, and her heartbeat accelerated.
“Did you not understand my request?” His tone was clipped and impatient, his entire demeanor weaving a dark, dangerous kind of fantasy.
His abrupt change startled and confused her, because she wasn’t sure if they were segueing into another fantasy. “Yes. I heard you.”
The muscles in his arms flexed as he tightened the long, silk tether between his two fists. “As your owner, keep in mind that I don’t like to ask for anything twice, and I won’t tolerate disobedience from you.”
Her owner? It took an extra moment for understanding to dawn in her sluggish brain. “Which makes me your sex slave?”
His gaze raked down the length of her possessively, visually branding her as his. “You’re mine, bought and paid for, to do with as I please.”
A slow, curling warmth pervaded her body, and she was feeling reckless enough to follow his lead and slip into whatever role he wanted her to play, do anything he asked, because she knew she’d be rewarded with exquisite pleasure. She moved to the center of the bed and stretched out, shivering as the cool pearls glided around her neck and gathered at her throat. He first took off her heels, then knelt between her thighs. Dropping the sash to the side, he unfastened one of her stockings from the garter belt and slowly, leisurely rolled the garment down her long leg and let his fingers trail along the smooth skin he exposed. He repeated the process with the other pale stocking and removed the garter belt itself, but left her provocative panties in place.
Then he straddled her waist, and his wide shoulders seemed so massive, his hips so lean, his thighs so hard and strong. He was all male, as dominant and aggressive as he claimed to be. His heavy sacs rested against her stomach, and his penis was impressively hard once again. He was a man who could easily overpower her in such a position, yet she felt no threat and trusted him implicitly with her body. It was her heart she had to protect from him, she feared, because he drew her like no other man ever had.
He unclasped her bra, barely grazing the undersides of the plump flesh with his fingers in the process, but the fleeting contact set off an instantaneous response. Her freed breasts swelled and peaked, aching to be fondled, caressed, suckled, but he did none of those things, much to her frustration.
He picked up one of her discarded stockings and tested the durability with a strong tug. “Give me your hands.”
Remembering his earlier words about not asking twice, she submitted obediently to his request. She extended her hands, and he bound her wrists with the sheer silk, then tied them securely to the wooden headboard with the other stocking.
He reached for the sash he’d left on the bed beside her and wrapped the three inches of fabric over her eyes, blocking her vision, and tied the ends at the back of her head. She was completely at his mercy and every whim. She wondered how something so utterly barbaric could be so tantalizing. So stimulating.
“Why do I need to be tied up and blindfolded?” she asked.
“When you can’t see, all your other senses are heightened.” Lazily, he trailed his fingers from the pearls around her neck, down her chest and over her ribs as a demonstration.
She trembled and gooseflesh rose on her skin. “My senses are heightened just fine, and I feel at a complete disadvantage.”
“Umm, that you are,” he murmured huskily. “Which is all the better for me to have my way with you.”
He leaned over her and kissed her lips, softly, sweetly, and she automatically opened her mouth to him, inviting him deeper. He slanted his mouth across hers, and their tongues tangled and mated insatiably. The kiss was deliciously unhurried, designed to make her melt beneath his sensual assault, which she did.
What seemed like minutes later, he lifted his lips from hers, his hot, damp breath feathering across her cheek. “See, all you have to do is lie there and enjoy yourself,” he said.
She heard the wicked timbre of his voice, and knew he was wearing a grin that matched. Tentatively, she tugged on her restraints to test them, but they were secure, allowing her no escape unless she begged for it, which she suspected Eric would have no qualms making her do.
A frisson of excitement shot through her, and she waited for the illicit fantasy to begin.
Eric stood by the side
of Jill’s bed for long minutes, letting the anticipation build as he stared at the beautiful woman secured to the bedpost for his sole pleasure and enjoyment—a woman who’d extended him so much trust with her body. Now, he wanted that same faith with her emotions, which was what tonight was all about. Trust, and honesty, too.
He’d never wanted those things with any other women, but he found he needed that intimacy and bond from Jill. Their relationship might have started out based on sex and a temporary affair, but there was no denying there was so much more at risk now.
Such as his own emotions, possibly even his heart.
The lamplight gave her curvaceous body a warm, golden sheen and enhanced the highlights in her auburn hair. She shifted anxiously on the mattress and her thighs rubbed sinuously. He licked his dry lips, wondering if he’d ever seen such perfection. Wondering, too, if what he was about to do to her would bring them closer, or shatter any chance at a relationship with her beyond tonight.
It was a gamble he was willing to take. His plan was risky, and certainly recklessly erotic, but he had little to lose, and so much to gain.
Picking up the lavender rose from the nightstand, he touched the bud to her nose, allowing her to inhale the sweet, drugging fragrance. Lightly, he dragged the flower down her neck and over the rapid pulse at the base of her throat. He circled the breasts that had firmed and swelled the closer he glided the satiny petals toward their taut crests.
Tugging on the bonds holding her arms above her head, she moaned in frustration and arched her back, bringing her nipples into direct contact with the velvet textured petals.
“Please,” she breathed, the one word holding a wealth of meaning.
“Oh, I plan to,” he drawled in low, hushed tones. Sweeping the delicate rose over her belly, he dipped into her navel, and traced her thighs down to her feet, causing her entire body to quiver in expectation. There was only one place left untouched, and as he trailed the flower back up the inside of her legs she eagerly parted them for his caress. Her breathing deepened the closer he came to the treasure nestled between her thighs, and a gasp caught in her throat when he twirled the tip of the rose against the swollen nub of flesh, rewarding her for her submissiveness and heightening her need.
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