He stood completely naked at the foot of her bed. A perfect male specimen with his lean and toned, if pale, body. She loved looking at him, and by the stars, the man was beautiful. His face that of a dark angel, every fine line detailed by some unknown artist. His inky dark hair, which looked like he'd had his fingers in it, clung to his neck and framed the square line of his jaw. She sighed. And his eyes, she could lose yourself in those green depths if you weren't careful. A half smile lifted one corner of his mouth. It made her think he had a dirty little secret he wasn't letting her in on. Perhaps he did.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes.” Breathless. Excited. She'd waited a long time for this night.
With panther-like grace, he moved toward the bed. Reaching out, he took her right leg in his hands and massaged her foot, spending an extraordinary amount of time easing the ache in her arch. He brought her ankle to his lips and whispered against her skin. “Everywhere there is a pulse it sends your scent to me. Your taste is exceptional.” He caressed the back of her knees then her inner thigh, all the while murmuring dark words against her skin in a language she didn't know.
Panting at this point, her body arching up off the bed, she firmly told him, “That is so not where I want your hands.” She grated out through clenched teeth.
"No? And where would you like them?"
Sexual frustration clouding her better judgment and her inhibition gone from lack of sex, she gave him an honest answer. “On my pussy or on my nipples. You're driving me mad."
He chuckled.
The boy had a mean streak in him, but she wasn't above pleading. “Please, Demonte. My heart is going so fast if you don't give me some relief I'm going to pass out cold here."
"All right. I will take pity on you.” Demonte put her leg gently back down on the bed. “Roll over."
"What?” She wanted to ask why, but he had that look about him. The one that made her pussy wet. She loved it when it went all macho on her so she did as requested.
"Onto your knees facing away from me. Yes, that's it. Give me your back, love."
Her pussy clenched at his erotic words. Gabrielle felt his hands on her hips and he tugged her backward.
"Ass in the air.” His hands remained on her hips. “Not high enough. Yes. That's it. You've got it.” He ran his hand over the smooth skin of her ass. “Beautiful. You've lovely pale skin. I've a mind to pinken it a bit."
What? Her heart stuttered in her chest. No one. Not even her parents had ever spanked her. “You can't be serious.” Heat rushed into her face at the images in her mind.
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes."
"Is your body mine to do with as I please?"
Um ... she hesitated, not sure if she wanted to answer.
"Gabrielle? I'm waiting."
"Yes,” she squeaked. Hands squeezed at her flesh and his weight came onto the bed dipping the mattress toward the edge. Marble cool smooth skin met her bare back when he leaned over her, spooning her position on her knees. His voice liquid velvet at her ear.
"You're afraid. Afraid of what I might make you feel. There is power in trust, Gabrielle. Do you remember me telling you that once? Surrender to me and I'll take you to heights you've never seen."
Every word, every syllable that left his sexy mouth warmed her skin, put erotic visions of the two of them doing crazy things in her mind. But this was Demonte and he was not human. And he didn't have human limitations. Like a heart that could burst from over stimulation.
"You think I don't know how fast your pulse races? That I don't know how your skin burns from my touch?” His hand slipped between her legs fingering her clit then separating her folds to slip deep into her. “You're so wet. Your body wants me any way it can have me. Would you deny your body pleasure, Gabrielle? Would you deny me pleasure?"
Honestly? She couldn't deny him anything. “No.” she whispered. The fear skittering along her spine had her nipples tightening. The heavy weight of him at her back teased her. His cock pushed in between the cheeks of her ass and her pussy wept for him. She needed him to fill her or she might die from it. By the stars, if he moved just one centimeter, she was going to come undone.
"No, you won't. But I do think some punishment is deserved for wanting to share your lovely body with someone other than myself. I'm a selfish bastard, Gabrielle. Perhaps the next time you think to fuck somebody else you'll remember the heat from my hands on your ass. I don't share well.” He nipped at the lobe then licked where his teeth had marked her. “You won't come until I tell you."
Her breath caught in her throat. She may really die. Could a person die by not having an orgasm? She was beginning to think it was entirely possible.
"Trust, Gabrielle. But maybe.” His hips thrust forward. “A little one wouldn't hurt. This is going to be a long night."
A long night? Her goose bumps had goose bumps. Involuntarily she pushed back against him. He laughed softly at her ear.
"I'll give you what you want, little one. But do not think this is over by a long stretch."
His fingers left her pussy and he caressed her ass, long fingers splayed across her skin. A whimper of gratefulness slipped from her lips. The full hard length of him pushed against her ass then he went a little lower, pushing the head of his cock into the opening of her pussy. Legs shaking she rocked back against him.
"Be still.” He commanded.
Damn him. There were some things you just couldn't help. Slipping down to rest her face against the sheets, she took deep breaths. Pacing. That's what she needed, pacing.
* * * *
Demonte took his time taking her, slipping his cock into her wet sheath one slow inch at a time, enjoying the way her body took him, griping his cock. He tilted his hips forward again, went deeper still. He hadn't forgotten her spanking. When she relaxed he'd make his move. Taking her this way with her bottom up in the air made him want her ass. Yes, he loved her tight wet pussy, but she had a virgin ass and he really, really wanted to stuff his hard cock in that hole and make her come. But he didn't want to scare her. At least not yet. The night remained young.
Gabrielle's eyes closed as he finally seated himself fully inside of her. Her pink lips parted in pleasure, her tongue darting out to wet her kiss-chapped lips. What a spell she cast over her him, and she remained totally unaware. His balls tightened as he pulled out and thrust forward again. Little whimpers and moans tumbled from Gabby's soft mouth. He'd take that mouth too before the night was over. He'd have her every way he wanted her. He'd fill her completely.
Her fingers relaxed against the sheet. He grinned. This ought to wake her up. When he pulled out of her pussy, he let his hand come down on the left cheek of her ass.
She gasped. “I didn't think you were serious.” She turned her head to look at him.
He thrust in again and her eyes closed in pleasure. Smack. Smack. Smack. His hand fell in short bursts. Her muscles tightened around his cock. “You like this, don't you?"
"No."
"I think you do.” But it'd been so long since she had a physical release he wanted to take a bit of the edge off for her, she couldn't come until he commanded it, but he didn't want her in physical pain. A little pain was good, a lot? Not so much. There would be plenty of time to teach her the art of pleasure and pain.
Placing his hands on either side of her creamy hips, he fucked her. In and out. In and in and in then slowly, oh so slowly, pulling out to ram himself back into her pussy. Forcing his desire back down, he plunged into her again and again. Her hands clenched in the snowy white material of the sheets. Her lips pulled away from her teeth to reveal a darling snarl.
"Now, Gabrielle. Come for me now.” He clenched his jaw and thrust deep his fingers leaving marks on her skin. He softened his hold. A scream ripped from his pretty Gabrielle's throat. Her inner muscles clamped down on his cock in a vise grip almost making him come. He growled. “Not yet.” Tremors rocked her body as her pussy clenched hard, released and clenched hard agai
n, her orgasm pulsing around his cock.
Demonte held her while her release tumbled over her. She'd fallen completely out of position, but he wouldn't reprimand her for it. This time. It was entirely his fault that her body had her in this condition. If he'd only known. But then again perhaps it was better for him not to have known that she'd bonded to him. Because if he had? There was nothing on earth that could've kept him from her. Falling down to the bed beside her, he played with her hair. She turned her head to gaze at him, her brown eyes dilated and hazy with pleasure.
"Thank you.” She reached up her fingertips following the outline of his lips. “You have beautiful lips. Did you know that?” She put her thumb on his bottom lip and opened his mouth.
"What are you about, woman?"
She grinned, her smile crinkling the skin at the bridge of her nose. He never noticed before, but she had the most adorable little freckles just there on the slope of her nose.
Gabrielle scooted closer to him, and her hand trailed from his face, down over his arm to his side, to his hip. Her touch light, his body responded, his cock ready for more. “You didn't come."
He shook his head and smiled, understanding where her thought process was headed. “No. I didn't.” He gave her a big smile that showed his elongated canines. “But I will. And soon. But I didn't want you to keep worrying that you were going die from heart failure."
Eyes wide in shock, she gazed deep into his eyes. “You knew? What I was thinking? That whole time?"
Nodding, he wondered if she'd believe it. “Of course. You gave me permission."
"I did, didn't I?” She looked like someone who was waking from a deep sleep, her mind slowly starting to fire on all pistons.
* * * *
Sated, satisfied, Gabrielle lay next to him finally able to take a breath without wondering if her body was going to melt around her.
Demonte got up from the bed and walked to his coat lying on the floor. He picked it up and pulled out a red scarf. He sauntered back to the bed, his eyes sparkling with mischief and something else she couldn't quite define.
"What are you going to do with that?” she asked in anticipation.
He tilted his head and licked his lips. “You'll see.” Kneeling on the bed, he came back to her, the scarf still in his fingers.
"Am I going to like this?"
"Have I ever done anything you didn't like?"
Well, when he put it like that she guessed not, but the not knowing what he was going to do drove her crazy.
He handed her the silken scarf. “Put this over your eyes."
A blindfold? Excitement skittered over her skin. She loved games. “Okay."
"It won't bother you to be blindfolded? You're not claustrophobic are you?"
"No.” It wouldn't bother her, at least she didn't think it would.
Putting the cloth over her eyes, he leaned over to tie it in the back. Blindfold secured, he put pressure on her shoulders, encouraging her to lean backward.
She felt the warm caress of his breath at her neck. Her heart raced in anticipation. Rough hands lifted her wrists above her head.
"Keep your hands here. Do you understand?"
She nodded. Dayum, here we go again. She hadn't thought it was possible for him to fan the flame of desire after having come so thoroughly only moments before, but she was wrong. His voice, soft and velvety scraped over her, his hands, rough and gentle, took her right back to the edge.
Soft wet lips caressed her breast then the rough edge of teeth grazed her nipple, sending a shaft of pleasure straight to her clit. A moan escaped. Cool hands roamed over her body, from just underneath the sensitive skin of her breast down the slope of her hip to cup her ass, squeeze and move on. The pressure pull of his mouth on her breast had her scissoring her legs unable to remain still. She tugged at her hands, still clasped together above her head. They didn't budge. Damn it all to hell, he'd done it again.
"You're all right?"
His voice was close to her ear. She nodded, not trusting her voice at the moment. One of his hands had slipped between her legs and found her clit. Heavy sensation took her and tossed her about. An embarrassing tremble started in her legs and she couldn't control it. She hoped he didn't notice. But of course, she knew that he would. He noticed everything. He was Demonte. Not an ordinary man, but one of spectacular talents. How on earth had she ever thought anyone else could take his place? It could never happen.
"You're so beautiful. Did you know that?” His voice rasped causing chill bumps against the skin of her neck. “Skin so soft to the touch. Your hair is like silk. You make me insane with wanting to be inside you. Every moment in that cell I thought of this, what I would do to you when I got out. I pictured in my mind running my tongue over your breast, teasing your nipple until it peaked, aching for my tongue, my fingers.
She felt both of his hands at her immobile wrists dropping slowly tracing the line of her body. From her wrists down to the side of her face, down to her shoulders, over her breasts pausing for a quick caress and tweak of her nipples, until moving lower to span her waist then lower still until his hands rested at the bottom of her hips. Hands slipped between her legs and gently urged them apart. He bent one knee then the other, effectively opening her to him. Soft whispers of breath fell on her inner thighs. Her muscles strained.
"You're not to move them.” He told her in a voice dark with passion.
But she tried anyway and found that, once he gave a command, her will made no difference. She was his willing captive. Anything he wanted to do to her he could, and she'd given him that power. There was something infinitely thrilling in the thought of being powerless and at the mercy of a man like Demonte.
"Beautiful."
His husky voice sounded from between her legs. He ran one finger over her clit and her body jerked in response.
"So sensitive. And here I thought allowing you an orgasm would take some of the edge off for you. Perhaps you simply can't get enough of me."
One thick hard finger parted her folds and slipped deep within her causing her hips to rock upward. Another finger joined the first, filling her. She felt his breath against her curls and her toes curled in anticipation. The first damp slide of his tongue against her clit had her whimpering.
He chuckled against her curls. “There's more to come, my love. Oh, so much more."
Warm pressure circled her breast, teasing, plumping the fullness. Then more sensation. A wet tongue, not only on her clit, but on the nipples of both breasts. “Holy hell.” She screamed. What on earth was he doing to her? The feel of hard-calloused hands running over her body had her bowing up off the mattress. They were everywhere. A smooth slide of a palm against her cheek. Warm arms circling her waist. Probing fingers sliding down between the cheeks of her ass, slipping lower to probe at the tight rosebud opening of her anus. She finally understood why he commanded her to remain in position.
A scream of untold pleasure was building in side of her. How much stimulation could one body handle? Hands everywhere. Tongues everywhere. Every dip and plane of her body was being licked or caressed. “I'm going to come.” She screamed at him while twisting her body from one side to the other trying to escape the phantom hands. He had to be doing this mentally. Another one of his many talents.
"No. you are not."
"Have some mercy for cripes sake.” She cried. No way could she take this, it was too much. Too soon, too fast and yet she might throw herself off a cliff if he stopped.
"You have my mercy. Do you still want to fuck other men?"
His tongue speared her clit. The pressure ceased.
"Can they do this to you? Could another man make you feel this way?"
"No,” she confessed tossing her head back and forth. “Please.” She begged. She needed to come so bad. “Please, let me come."
"Not yet.” He moved from between her legs. “I'm going to move you. So you'll be able to move your body and relax for a moment.
When he said the words, the te
nsion that held her wrists above her head loosened and she sighed. Her legs slipped back down to the mattress of their own accord. A dishrag. Limp as a dishrag, she thought. A blind dishrag. The phantom hands had abated and only warmth surrounded her, reassuring male warmth that was all Demonte.
He rolled her over onto her stomach. “Are you all right?"
"Mmmm.” Was all she could mutter. All right? Not all right? Who cared? She knew only that the man of her dreams was here, beside her fulfilling every fantasy she'd ever had. Massaging fingers moved over her back, easing the tensed muscles between her shoulder blades, down her spine, cupping her ass then back up again.
Demonte's weight left the bed.
"Where are you going?” Turning her head toward where it sounded like he was, she waited for his response. Surely he wouldn't leave her this way with her body pulsing like the strings of well-strummed guitar.
"No where. I'm right here."
She sighed in relief.
"Bring your ass up again for me."
Thank the heavens. I'm finally going to get good and fucked. Bending her knees, she put her ass in the air and parted her legs without him having to ask her. She wanted his hard cock. Wanted him to fuck her so long and hard she'd sleep for a week. And she wanted it right fucking now. She wiggled her ass.
Demonte laughed. “Is that an invitation?"
"Yeah. An open one."
"Good.” He muttered, his weight sinking back onto the bed.
The smell of coconut hung in the air. Oil possibly? Then it hit her. He'd gotten lube. Uh-oh. She stopped wriggling her ass. She'd never had anal sex and she wasn't going to start at this late date in time. “What are you doing?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Cause if you're doing what I think you're doing, you can stop.” Panic laced her voice making it crack. She didn't care. Fear coursed through her. She didn't like pain. Hated it. Long fingers reached between her legs, slid up and flicked at her clit. Very wet fingers, cool from the tube of lubrication she knew he'd used. Damn damn damn. Why had she said she'd do whatever he wanted?
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