Silken Seduction

by Tara Nina

  The second box contained a magnificently soft silk dress. It was an incredible shade of dark green with a black leather belt and black leather trim accentuated the low scoop of the neckline. As she held it up, she noted it fell a bit shorter than she normally wore. She laid it across the back of the chair. In the third box, she found a pair of black leather stiletto boots. They came to about mid-thigh. These she’d seen in a magazine and had adored them. Temair stopped and stared into space. She’d been looking through that magazine with Evan at lunch the other day.

  Excitement blossomed in her core. He’d taken notice and gotten them for her. Not that she’d meant for him to buy them. It truly had been an innocent admission that she liked them as they perused the articles about the latest fashions. Temair gathered her gifts and ran into the bathroom to freshen up and change. If he wanted her to wear this to lunch, then she damn well aimed to please.

  About a half-hour later, Evan opened the door to her office. She stood at the mirror adjusting her breasts in the pick-em-up bra. If the neckline went any lower, her bra would have shown. As it was, she worried her boobs might pop out if she wasn’t careful. She quickly turned to face him and every ounce of worry whisked away on an outward breath. The I-want-to-fuck-you-right-now look he gifted her with nearly had her stripping on the spot.

  He closed the distance and kissed her as if he were dying of hunger. “Damn, you look sexy. I knew this would look good on you but…” He let out a low whistle as he stepped back and slid his gaze from her breasts to her toes then back to her eyes. “You look stunning.”

  “Thank you.” Giddiness filled her insides, making her feel wonderful and horny at the same time. Those eyes of his caressed her with a hot sensual gaze that made her breasts tingle. She was thankful the bra kept her hard nipples from showing through the dress. She lifted her foot and nodded toward it. “You sure I’m dressed appropriately for where we’re going?”

  “Baby, you’re perfect.” He took her hand and led her to the cab waiting outside. For the entire ride, he refused to tell her what he had planned. Instead he kept her hand in his lap and she couldn’t miss the condition of his cock.

  Inwardly she smiled, knowing he was hard for her. The cab came to a halt but she didn’t get the chance to see where they were before he paid and helped her out. With her hand in his, he led her inside the Museum of Sex. He whispered close to her ear, “I read about this place and wanted to bring you here to see it with me.”

  The museum was quiet. There were hardly any other patrons other than them. Taking their time, they strolled from exhibit to exhibit. They sat and watched the editorials about sex. To Temair, these verged on porn, which she’d never found exciting, but sitting next to Evan she was turned-on. It had to be the fact he leaned in close to her and kept an arm around her waist as his other hand held hers. On occasion he lifted it to his lips and kissed her knuckles or her palm, keeping the heat brewing in her core. When a couple experiencing anal sex appeared on screen, his hand left her waist and slowly caressed up and down the center of her back from her ass to the base of her neck. Turning, she met his hooded gaze. They’d fucked her ass with different-sized toys, but never his cock. But tonight, she planned to fix that situation.

  She kissed him provocatively while gliding the knuckles of her hand along the front of his pants. The hardness of his cock couldn’t be missed. If they weren’t in a public place, she’d fuck him right now. As if he read her mind, he stood and escorted her deeper into the museum.

  The next exhibit that caught her attention was one that displayed the sexual art of ropes, knots and tying certain body parts into tight packages. Ropes bound a woman’s hands, ankles and breasts. Her breasts appeared engorged and it looked as if she were in pain, but pain of an erotically exquisite source. She glanced at Evan and his attention seemed glued to the intricate design of the ropes. Beside the woman in the display stood a man in a similar state. Ropes bound his hands and ankles, keeping him in a spread-eagle position.

  She couldn’t help but stare at the way the rope was intricately laced around his balls and the base of his penis. She couldn’t be certain how long she stared, but Evan’s whispered words near her ear and the heat of his body against her back startled her. “You seem to be entranced by this form of sex. Interested in trying it?”

  Tilting her chin, the erotic fire in his eyes ignited a desperate desire to please him from deep within her soul. Before she thought better of it, the words escaped her lips. “For you, anything.”

  He kissed her as his hands slid up her body and cupped her breasts and squeezed. His thumbs slid over the neckline’s edge and caressed her flesh. Every ounce of her quivered, wanting him to pinch and suck her nipples. Evan broke from the kiss and grinned. “I think we need a drink to cool us down just a bit.”

  Temair couldn’t speak. She nodded and he guided her to the bar. After acquiring their drinks and settling her at a dark, quiet table in the corner, he excused himself. “I’ll be right back.”

  Within a few minutes, he returned with a shopping bag from the gift shop. He slid into the cushioned booth beside her. “I’ve got something I think you’ll like.”

  He didn’t wait for her to respond. Evan pulled a butt plug from the bag and opened it. Temair couldn’t believe what he was doing. She darted her gaze around the bar, but noted no one other than the bartender was there and he was busy on the phone with his back to them. Evan cleaned it with the hand sanitizer she kept in her purse then took his second purchase from the bag, a small tube of lube. Her lips parted as if she were going to protest but couldn’t form the words.

  He slid closer to her and whispered, “I want to place this in that perfect heaven of your ass, baby. Then later, I plan to replace it with my cock. Just knowing you’re sitting at dinner with this caressing your anus…” He visibly shivered, licked his lips then added on a gravelly breath, “It’ll keep me hard and turned-on and ready to fuck you at a moment’s notice.”

  Temair couldn’t resist. She cupped his hard-on through his pants and said, “I think you’re already there.”

  “Please. For me, Temair.” The strain in his voice made her smile. She wielded a great sexual power over this man at the moment and there was no way she was going to let him down. She touched the butt plug and hesitated.

  “It’s larger than anything else we’ve tried.”

  “I promise, it’s no bigger than my cock, baby. And if you can handle this, my cock won’t be a problem.”

  Temair took a breath, then leaned in close to his lips. “Your cock is never a problem.”

  She lifted as much as she could from the seat and slid the hem of her dress up. With the plug in hand, Evan glided it between her ass cheeks until the tip fit snugly in her anus. Temair gasped softly and chewed her lower lip.

  “Sit, baby. Use your body to ease it in.” His hand didn’t move as she slowly lowered onto the plug. Her insides shook as her anus stretched to accommodate the foreign object. Oh god, her pussy was soaked and her nipples were pinnacles of steel by the time she was fully seated. It surprised her how well her ass adjusted to the size. Evan wiggled it and she nearly exploded.

  “You trying to make me come?” she whispered harshly against his neck.

  “Every chance I get.” Before she could stop him, his fingers were teasing her pussy while he gently caused the plug to move just a tiny bit in her ass with his other hand. It didn’t take much for her to come, soaking his fingers.

  Evan laughed lightly as he pulled his hand out from under her and licked her juices from the hand that played with her pussy. “I knew you’d like this place,” he teased.

  He gathered the packaging, returned it to the bag, placed the lube in the inside pocket of his suit jacket and then helped her out of the booth. As he blocked the bartender’s view, Temair straightened her dress and they left.

  Chapter Ten

  Evan kept his arm around her waist as they walked outside. Evening had fallen, causing Temair to realize they’d spe
nt the entire afternoon in the museum. Step by step, her insides fluttered, knowing the plug was in place. She glanced at people as they passed and hoped they couldn’t tell. No, it didn’t seem that they did. Why would they? No one knew she was experiencing a personal sexual thrill but she and Evan. At the corner, he hailed a cab and intentionally smoothed his hand across her bottom. Temair tightened her butt cheeks on reflex and he gave her a drop-dead, dimple-popping smile.

  He whispered as he held the cab door and she stepped forward, “If I’d known you’d have gotten this turned-on, we would’ve tried public play sooner.”

  Temair met his hooded gaze with one of pure heat. “Just wait and see what I’ve got in store for you later.”

  His eyes closed for a split second as if contemplating her challenge. She noted he had to reposition himself as he scooted into the cab behind her. Once the door closed, he spouted an address and the cab lunged into traffic. Temair hated cab rides in the city. In her opinion it was like taking your life in your hands and tossing it into a swirl of bumper cars operated by crazed individuals, all vying for the most customers per night. But tonight’s ride took on a whole new perspective when the cab hit a bump and they bounced in the seat.

  The plug shifted. Her pussy hummed and the level of erotic stimulation zipping through her core lifted to the next degree. She swallowed hard against the moan that threatened to escape. Evan gave her a knowing smile and she closed her eyes, praying for the strength to resist jumping his bones in the backseat. She’d heard about such things happening. From the uncontrollable waves of pleasure each dip in the road caused the plug to give her, she understood how horniness could drive one to fuck in a cab.

  When they finally reached their destination, she was a bundle of raw nerves. Evan helped her from the cab, gathered her in his arms and kissed her. He brushed the hair from her eyes. “No one’s ever done this for me, Temair. Sharing our little secret through dinner is going to damn near kill me.”

  She tickled his soul patch with her fingertip and smiled. “I intend to show you how excited this has me when I get you alone.”

  “I’m counting on it.” He grinned then turned, keeping a hand at the small of her back and escorted her into a restaurant she never thought she’d visit.

  Le Bernardin was one of the top restaurants listed in New York’s guide to fine dining. The moment they walked in, the soft sounds of a baby grand piano whispered in the air. The scent of wonderful food tempted their taste buds and she couldn’t keep her mouth from watering.

  “This is a country we haven’t sampled yet,” Temair stated as they followed the maître d’ to a table.

  “French. I saved one of my favorites for last.” He winked.

  The décor was fabulous and their table was in a cozy location for a private dinner for two. Temair loved the way he wined and dined her every night so far. She lifted the water glass, took a sip and watched him in action with the waiter as he ordered a bottle of wine. It piqued her interest to hear him speak French fluently. When he was done, the waiter scurried away.

  “I’m impressed.”

  He grinned sheepishly as he explained. “Did I forget to tell you my mother is French? She made sure my brother and I spoke the language.”

  “You are just full of surprises,” she teased.

  The waiter reappeared with his selection and opened it. It was a superb cabernet. Before the waiter disappeared, Evan looked at her and asked, “May I order for the both of us? I have something special in mind I think you’ll enjoy.”

  She nodded and he gave the order in French. Chills skittered down her arms as she listened. She liked the way the words rolled off his tongue in his accent. It sounded exotic. She wiggled in her seat, enjoying the tight sensation of the plug and the hot sound of her man speaking a sexy language.

  Evan shot her a gaze that made her even hotter. He guided their conversation to the different things they had shared throughout the week. When asked which museum was her favorite she cocked an eyebrow, deliberately shifted in her seat, held a smoldering gaze leveled on his and stated on a husky breath, “Today’s museum was and is my favorite.”

  The rest of the meal went on as such with both gifting the other with sexual innuendos while sampling an array of wondrous dishes. Temair kept her booted foot in his lap for most of the meal, toying with his cock and keeping him on edge just like her. Except he didn’t have a toy up his ass. But she knew her foot was working a sexual magic all its own with him.

  This was the first meal where he didn’t suggest they stay for dessert and coffee. Nope. He was in a rush to get her back to the hotel and Temair couldn’t wait. The second they slid into the backseat of the cab and it moved into traffic, she kissed him, hot and passionately, while stroking his cock through his pants. Like a pair of carefree teenagers, they kissed and cuddled for the entire ride, not caring if the driver watched in the rearview mirror. What were the chances they’d ever be in his cab again?

  They’d barely come to a halt when Evan paid the driver and they scooted to the curb. The doorman opened the door to the hotel lobby and they walked as fast as respectfully possible to the elevators. Not all the elevators went to the penthouse floor. Just one specific set and Temair was grateful for no stops until they reached the top. The doors spread apart and they hurried into the room, wrapped around each other, locked in a kiss.

  Evan kicked the door closed behind them while working his hands under her skirt to cup her bottom. His lips never left hers as he located the butt plug and turned it. Temair groaned against his mouth. In a flash, she had his cock free of his pants. She wasn’t sure how they did it, but they ended up in the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes in their wake.

  Temair wore the thigh-high leather boots, the matching bra and garter set and silk stockings. Evan was naked. She loved it. The sexy undergarments and boots gave her sexual energy and power. Not to mention the plug teased her senses with every move. Evan ushered her to the bed, littering her with kisses and molding her flesh in his hands.

  At the side of the bed, Temair turned the tables on Evan. She deliberately separated from him, clasped his elbows and sidestepped, making him change positions until the bed was behind him. Languorously she drew her fingernails straight down the center of his chest, his abdomen and along the underside of his solid cock.

  “Tonight,” she stated huskily, “is all about pleasure. Yours.” She stroked his cock and watched his gaze narrow and his nostrils flare.

  With a rough push, he stumbled backward onto the bed then lifted onto his elbows. His cock stood at attention with a pearl of pre-cum waiting for her on its tip. It took a tremendous effort not to jump him. She had plans for that cock. Temair did a graceful, sexy spin that would have made a pole dancer proud. She bent over, lifting her ass, giving him full view, and then met his wildly erotic gaze across her shoulder. The moment she gripped the plug, his cock twitched and his eyes widened. Pure power zinged through her. She licked her lips then said on a breathless sigh, “And mine.”

  Slowly she slid the plug back and forth, fucking her ass while he watched. When he sat up and reached for her, she pulled the plug out, straightened and turned to face him. She tossed the plug to the floor and grabbed his hands. Shaking her head, she tried her best at playing a tough dominatrix. “You’ve been a bad boy. On your knees.”

  Evan followed her command, slid off the bed and sat on his knees. She walked around him and sat on the bed. He didn’t move. Temair swallowed her smile. She had to stay tough in this little game of sexual play. She had plans for him. This was her night to lead and she wasn’t about to fail by cracking up laughing. Sitting back straight, shoulders taut, she touched him between the shoulder blades with the tip of her boot.

  “Turn around. Stay on your knees and do as I say. Can you do that?”

  He nodded as he turned to face her. The sight of his hand stroking his cock turned her on immensely, but she didn’t want him coming until she was ready.

  “Release your cock,”
she commanded and was impressed at the deeper tone in her voice and his immediate reaction. Damn, this felt good. She could get used to this, being in control. One look in those sexy eyes of his and she melted a tiny bit. Nah, she liked when Evan ruled their pleasure and rocked her world. But tonight, they’d do it differently, if only this once. She wanted to give him a memory he’d take back to London and never forget.

  She rubbed the side of her booted foot up and down his cock and watched his eyes roll back and close. When she clasped his cock with both feet and stroked, he moaned in ecstasy. She loved it when he grabbed her ankles and pumped back and forth. It reminded her of their first adventure together. The look on his face was of a man deep in the throes of passion with her leather-covered feet. Temair rubbed harder, matching his movements. In the last seconds when she knew he was about to come, she twisted her feet, causing the stiletto heels to gently scrape his balls. His eyes opened wide. Her name sputtered from his lips and his cock twitched and shot cum all over her boots.

  Temair arched an eyebrow while watching him gasp for air. “Now, now, Evan, you truly have been a very bad boy. You’ve made a mess. Clean my boots.”

  Without hesitation, he rose to his feet and disappeared into the bathroom. He returned with a damp cloth and a towel. Not a word was spoken as he handled the task of wiping her boots clean.

  “Take them off.” Temair gave him his next set of orders.

  Slowly he unzipped one of her boots. His face hovered within millimeters of his hand, following the zipper. The scent of flesh warmed by leather lifted from her leg. The brush of his nose against her stocking let her know he inhaled it deeply. She sat mesmerized at his tender loving care as he removed the boot. It was a task she knew he adored. He lifted her foot, kissed her arch then ran the tip of his tongue up the inside of her leg to the edge of the lacy top of her stocking then set the leg down, with her foot in his lap.