Party Favors

by Jennifer Dunne, Madeleine Oh

  “Is it about last night?” He leaned ever so slightly until his shoulder touched hers.

  She ducked her head and nodded.

  At last…

  “It’s alright, Kay. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

  “But…” Her flushed face came up. “I was so aroused when you spanked me.”

  “Some people are…the most responsive ones, at least.” He draped an arm around her shoulder and urged her closer, pleased when she came without a murmur. “Do you know what the largest human organ is?”

  Her gaze shot to his crotch and he laughed. “While I’m flattered, no, not quite. Skin is the largest human organ there is.” He picked up her hand and opened it palm up. “It’s also the most sensitive.” He ran his finger over the thin lines that crisscrossed her palm. “It’s possible to achieve orgasm without ever touching your sweet pussy. I’ve seen a woman come from just sucking her nipples. I’ve achieved orgasm from Tantric breathing alone, and you’ve seen that you can very easily achieve release from spanking.” He kissed her palm and felt her accelerated heartbeat against his thumb. “All you have to do is let go.”

  “I just felt so out of control and ashamed to be so.”

  “In reality, the exact opposite is the truth.” David smiled. “What most people don’t realize is that, in a dominant-submissive relationship, the sub is the one who’s really in complete control.”

  She tilted her head. “How so?”

  “You call all the shots. If I go too far or you feel uncomfortable, you just have to say stop and it stops.”

  “You mean, if I’d said stop last night, you’d have stopped spanking me?” She bit her lip.

  He nodded. “Do you wish you had?” He continued stroking her hand as she contemplated her answer. Her expression was distant, reliving the events of last night, no doubt.

  “I wouldn’t have told you to stop,” she said. “I think I was just shocked to realize what my body was capable of. My rational mind was telling me this was wrong while my body was telling me it was right, completely right. I think I got scared and confused.”

  “We should’ve had this talk last night, but I was too carried away by you.” He brushed her hair away from the side of her face and tucked it behind her ear. “You intoxicated me and I had to have you again.”

  “But you didn’t.” She gave him a shy smile. “Instead, you took care of me last night.”

  He shrugged. “True—”

  “I think we should rectify this situation, don’t you?”

  David could scarcely breathe when she put her hand on his thigh, then pushed to her feet. Her shapely legs were bare as his T-shirt only came to mid-thigh. With the sun behind her, outlining her body beneath the shirt, she looked like a teenaged boy’s favorite wet dream. His cock hardened in response.

  “Come.” She held out her hand.

  He took it and rose, thinking she meant for him to follow her into the house. Instead, she guided him onto the porch until the handrail was at his back. She released his hand to unzip the fly of his jeans. He leaned against the rail just as she dropped to her knees before him. She pulled her T-shirt off and cast it aside before she pulled down his jeans. Unhampered by shorts, his cock sprang free. She made a sound of delight before she wrapped her fingers around his long, thick cock.

  He groaned and his knees weakened at the first contact of her wet tongue across his head. He clutched the railing with both hands, then eased back enough to ensure he wouldn’t fall off. His stomach muscles clenched when she cupped his balls. They tightened as she masturbated him with her hand while her hot tongue licked his balls.

  “Damn,” he muttered. Heat like none other moved through him. His breathing grew labored as he enjoyed the way she was sucking and licking his balls as her hand moved steadily over his cock.

  She stopped and took his broad head into her mouth. Taking him deep, she sucked him into a pit of heated wet flesh and mind-blowing sensation. Again and again, she swallowed him, her pretty blonde head bobbing over his cock. Never had he seen anything as erotic as his cock sliding between her pink lips.

  He wound his fingers though her fine hair, showing her the rhythm he enjoyed. “More,” he hissed. “Faster.”

  She adjusted her pace without a break. She sucked on his cock like there was nothing beyond her world but this moment and him. Her fingers tightened around his base and he thrust his hips against her mouth, on the edge of losing complete control.

  “Kay,” he hissed. “Mon ange—”

  She understood and increased her pace while she cupped his balls with her free hand. When she gave them a gentle jiggling squeeze, he knew he was lost. With an unrestrained roar, he came in her mouth. His hips jerked as his body released cum that had been building since last night. His knees folded and he’d have fallen if it weren’t for the sturdy oak railing beneath his buttocks.

  His chin fell forward and his breath raged in his lungs. His body felt numb, yet his mind was more alive and aware than ever. It felt like a cross between running a marathon and finishing a painting he’d slaved over for months.

  He could feel her damp tongue as she licked him clean. She released him and he forced his eyes open. Kay stood before him. She slid her arms around his waist, her nude breasts warm against his chest and her nipples hard and pert.

  Aroused, was she?

  He folded his arms around her, tugging her closer, unwilling to move just yet. He braced his chin on her shoulder, allowing his gaze to travel over the curve of her back until her tattoo caught his eye.

  The handcuffs were purple.

  David smiled. It would seem his favorite fantasy would come true after all.

  Chapter 6

  For Kay, the rest of the day passed in a pleasant blur of sights and sensations. After the delicious blowjob on the porch, they’d showered and dressed. Piling into a battered pickup truck that was parked behind the cabin, they’d driven to New Orleans, a town she’d never visited before. They’d shared a massive luncheon at a popular restaurant in Jackson Square

  , then walked around to take in some of the touristy sights.

  As night fell, Kay found herself in a bondage boutique on Bourbon Street. As Hunter had walked through the store, she’d clutched at his hand like a terrified child. Staring wide-eyed at the variety of clothing, toys and other apparatus that she couldn’t imagine buying, let alone using, she’d followed, afraid to let him out of her sight.

  In the end, he’d bought only one thing, a narrow band of black leather with a gold buckle like that of a dog collar. After they’d left the store, they’d stood on a narrow sidewalk on Bourbon Street and Hunter had put it on her. She’d seen the look of arousal in his eyes as he hooked the clasp. It excited him as much as it did her.

  Kay rubbed her finger over the soft leather that encircled her throat. Beneath her cheek, Hunter’s arm flexed as they turned the corner onto the rutted road that lead to Alligator Joe’s. She’d learned that morning when they’d picked up her luggage that his cabin was just down the road from the bar, though the trip through the bayou had made it seem much farther.

  She frowned. They’d had a good day together, though Hunter had remained stubbornly quiet about himself, the familiar chattiness from his emails completely absent. All day he’d stuck almost doggedly to questions about her life in Atlanta, reluctant to talk about himself at all.

  To her surprise, she’d found he possessed a varied knowledge of art. Even though he’d known she worked for an art gallery, he’d never talked about his interest in art other than mentioning he had a cousin who was an artist. She thought that was rather odd.

  While in New Orleans, they’d stopped at several small galleries in the center of the Quarter—at her urging, of course. It was a passion with her. When she traveled, she always made it a point to visit local galleries. The best way to keep her professional edge over the competition was to see what they were doing firsthand.

  At one gallery, when she’d slipped off to the ba
throom, he’d struck up a conversation about art with one of the local artists who was having a showing. They’d been deep in discussion about the merits of various types of paint—until she’d returned, that is. When she’d slid her arm around his waist, Hunter had clammed up and seemed almost embarrassed. Within moments, he’d hustled her out of the gallery.

  Maybe her Cajun lover was shy about revealing his more cultured side?

  She smiled. When she’d come to Bayou Blue, it was with the hopes of meeting Hunter and exploring the idea of a further relationship with him. She hadn’t been prepared for this feeling of being swept away with the tide that was his personality. It was both frightening and exhilarating at the same time.

  Right now, she was afraid she could be in way over her head. After this morning’s talk, she’d felt comfortable again with him, like they’d reached a new level in their relationship. There was more depth, more feeling, a greater intimacy. Yes, they’d chatted online a great deal about their lives and their fantasies, both sexual and personal, but this was different. This was a feeling of familiarity that she hadn’t expected.

  While she was pretty sure he’d never come into her gallery, there was something about his face, his profile that was so familiar yet so out of reach…

  The truck hit a bump as they turned into the dilapidated drive leading to the cabin.

  “Almost there,” he said.

  She looked up and caught the quick flash of his smile. A rush of heat moved through her at the thought of the pleasures to come once they reached his home.

  The headlights swept over the back of the cabin as he pulled to a stop near the rear steps. He turned off the ignition and set the parking break.

  “Are you still full from dinner?” he asked.

  Kay sat up and ran her hands over her rumpled hair. They’d dined at a seafood restaurant where they’d stuffed themselves silly on steak and seafood. Their dessert was in a carton sitting on the seat next to her.

  She nodded.

  “Good.”

  He threw open the door and climbed out. Before Kay could react, he hauled her out behind him. She was forced to make a wild grab for the container of cheesecake or it would have been abandoned.

  She laughed as he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her caveman-style around the house to the front door. As he mounted the steps, his hand slid under her dress to give her buttocks a familiar caress.

  Hunter opened the door and strode in. This time, when he touched the light switch, the lights came on. He strode to the bed and dumped her on top. She laughed until she caught the heated look in his eyes. Then her throat tightened as her abdomen grew liquid, warm.

  “Do you want a few minutes to prepare yourself for me?” he asked.

  Mute, she nodded, then scrambled off the bed. She shoved the box of desserts at him when she passed, then made her escape into the bathroom.

  Her hands were trembling as she turned on the light. In the mirror, her face looked unnaturally flushed, her eyes large and luminous. Her gaze honed in on the black collar.

  Tonight, Hunter wanted her at his command.

  She wanted him any way she could get him.

  Now.

  Quickly, she stripped off her clothes and grabbed a washcloth to clean away the sweat from the day. Glad to have her makeup bag, she applied a tiny amount of fragrance to her wrists and the back of her knees. After a quick brush of her hair and a light application of lip-gloss, she inspected herself in the full-length mirror behind the door.

  Dressed only in the black leather collar, she looked sexy, wanton. With her long, pale hair free, she resembled a submissive Lady Godiva. She grinned at the thought and turned the door handle.

  Ready or not, here I come…

  Hunter stood by the bed, his face impassive, though his eyes were hot and alive as they swept her nude form. He licked his lips and had to clear his throat before he could speak. “Come here.”

  Kay came forward, her shoulders back and her breasts jutting proudly, her nipples hard and begging for his touch. He slid his hand behind her neck and pulled her into a kiss so scorching her knees wobbled. She leaned into him, her palms against his chest as their mouths melded. It was the tiny snick of metal against metal that broke the spell he’d woven around her.

  She moved back, her eyes searching when she realized she couldn’t go very far. She reached up to her collar and her fingers encountered a metal chain. Her eyes widened when she saw he’d attached a chain to her collar. Her gaze followed the chain until she saw it was attached to one of the bedposts. He’d bound her to the bed.

  “Your place is here,” he said. He ran a possessive hand down her shoulder and arm. “This is your domain. You’re mine to possess, to command. Do you accept your enslavement to me?”

  Kay gulped as liquid heat rushed through her pussy. She could feel herself growing wet, swelling, preparing for this man’s possession. Her breasts ached and she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. Her head felt light while her feet were firmly planted in the soft cotton rug.

  She licked her lips. “Yes.” Her voice was wobbly and she cleared her throat. “Yes, I accept my enslavement to you, Hunter.”

  A look of triumph flashed across his face and he quickly masked it. He gestured for her to climb onto the bed and, as she did so, she noticed the silk scarves he’d attached to the head and footboard.

  She bit her lip against the rush of heat that assailed her. With shaky limbs, she stretched out, the sheets cool against her sensitive skin.

  “With women, sensuality is all about seduction of the mind.” He kissed the inside of her wrist before binding her with the scarf. “In order to seduce a woman, a man has to know how to seduce her mind first.” He brushed his fingers over her temple. “Her body will follow.” He tweaked her nipple, then bound her right ankle with another scarf.

  “How about a man? How does a woman seduce a man?” She tried to press her thighs together as he took her other ankle.

  “What’s that old joke?” With a gentle tug, he spread her legs and secured her other ankle. “Show up naked with beer?”

  Kay couldn’t help but laugh. In her limited experience, most men she’d known were pretty easy to entice into bed.

  “I see you’ve heard that one before.” He kissed her wrist before securing the final tie. “We aren’t exactly rocket scientists when it comes to sex. Almost anything will turn us on, even the day-to-day stuff that most women would never think about.”

  Kay tested the ties by tugging on them. She was securely bound, nude before this man and completely at his mercy. She closed her eyes and shivered as wave after wave of arousal washed through her. Had she ever been this turned on in her life? She opened her eyes in time to see him climb nude onto the bed.

  “Do you know what turns me on more than any other sight in the world?” he asked.

  Her tongue felt thick and disconnected from her body. She shook her head.

  “You, like this.” He touched her nipple, a faint caress that earned a sound of protest when he moved away. “You’re the embodiment of every submissive fantasy I’ve ever had.” He touched the thin collar and the chain that bound her to the bed. “You’re so beautiful, I almost forget to breathe.”

  He lowered his face to her breast and suckled her nipples, first one, then the other. She moaned, her eyes drifting shut as she lost herself to his touch. Her pleasure leapt to the forefront as she pulled against the ties that bound her. Never before had it felt like this.

  “Oh, Hunter,” she breathed. She wanted him to touch her, harder. Everywhere. She arched her back, silently begging for more.

  He moved between her thighs as he sucked harder on her nipple. She moved restlessly beneath him when he palmed her breasts, teasing her full globes until her nipples were stiff and wet from his mouth.

  With his talented tongue, he traced a damp path of fire over her abdomen, pausing only to lap at her belly button. She moaned as he stroked his fingers over her pussy.

 
“I can’t wait to get inside you,” he hissed.

  She cried out as his fingers penetrated. Thrashing against her silken bonds, she was both delighted and dismayed to find that they held her almost immobile. Her fists knotted as he began to finger fuck her.

  “Your pussy is so tight.” His voice was strained, guttural. “I want to sink my cock into you. I want to make you come until thoughts of any other man are obliterated from your memory.”

  At the first heated lap of his tongue, her hips arched off the bed. She moaned and tried to push against his mouth to increase the pressure, to no avail. Never had she been so aroused and so frustrated at the same time.

  “God, you’re perfect.”

  She forced her eyes open. The sight of his dark head moving between her thighs made her groan again.

  “I have to have you,” he muttered. He rose over her, his cock full, its tip damp with pre-cum. She sucked in a harsh breath as he sank the head of his cock into her aching pussy. “I won’t last very long,” he said. “You’re too tight, too sweet.” His eyes were closed, his expression strained as he sank into her, inch by inch.

  She moaned when he buried himself to the hilt. She felt full, stretched in a way she’d never been before. He pulled out and entered her again with a slow thrust. Her head fell back and she groaned. As he moved forward, the wet sucking of her flesh around his cock aroused her more than ever.

  “Hunter,” she moaned. “This feels too good.”

  “How can it be too good?” He lowered his head and sucked on her nipples, first one then the other, as his hips continued their assault.

  “I don’t—” Unable to express herself in words, she gave a long, low moan as his cock hit her sweet spot. Dark spots danced before her eyes and she couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t pass out before she came.

  He picked up the pace, thrusting in and out in deep, even strokes. His arms braced his upper body over hers. He slid his hands beneath her shoulders, taking a firmer grip on her body.