When You Only Need To Ask (The House of Sin: The Beginning)

by Hadleigh Stephens

  “Okay.”

  “Somewhere private.”

  And even though I tug him from behind, he’s the one doing the leading. I precede him up the wide double staircase that leads to rooms filled with erotic, sensual delights. The typical adult store inventory. Toys, lubes, lotions, games, a room dedicated to bachelor/bachelorette parties. And if we don’t have it on hand, we can order it.

  “The bath is a favorite of mine.” The bathroom sink and bathtub fixtures are ornate brass taps with ceramic handles similar to the ones in my cottage only a little bit more ornate. We left everything. Even though no one is going to be taking a bath in here. Elegant, feminine, refined, and to me quite sexy. The mixture of sex and innocence is a definite aphrodisiac for most and most definitely for me, besides it holds all the water-proof toys which are a big seller.

  He picks up one of the waterproof dildos and looks up with a grin. “Might need to pick one of these up.”

  “Ha.” I tug him out of the room. “My most favorite room is a large room that I converted to a library of sorts. Dedicated to literature, books, and magazines.” There’s a large Edwardian daybed of hand carved mahogany piled high with needlepoint pillows and two brocade chair-and-a-half’s. Embroidered velvet embellished with beaded fringe and chiffon shaded lamps set on small wooden tables cast the room in dreamy light. All burgundy and dark and sensual.

  He hauls me into the room and kicks the door closed.

  “You don’t want to see the rest of the house?” Turning to me, he slams my back against the door and the breath whooshes from my lips.

  “I’ve seen enough for now.”

  “But the upstairs has all the crazy stuff.” The third floor which was previously the staff quarters contains the more uniquely designed rooms due to the roof lines and turrets. This section of the house holds the more hardcore fetish gear. Nipple clamps; including some with teeth that would scare even the most hardened players. Spreader bars, wrists and ankle cuffs, paddles of all varieties and textures, floggers, crops, whips, and the list goes on and on. Not to mention the specialty items that can be ordered for some of our more inventive clientele.

  “Seen it before.” He reaches up and grips the nape of my neck pulling me in for a scorching kiss. All teeth and tongues and nips and bites. There isn’t a single thing gentle about our coming together. It is desperate hunger and uncontrollable need wrapped in grappling lips and tongues.

  The third time his forehead knocks against the brim of my hat, he reaches up to lift it off my head and when it doesn’t move, he feels for and pulls the antique hat pin free that held it in its precarious position atop my piles of hair.

  “Do you like this hat a lot?” he asks against my mouth.

  I nod. “How’d you know I had a hat pin?”

  “I have a grandma who also likes hats.” He gently lifts the hat from my head setting it aside. “When I was a boy, I thought they were miniature swords.”

  I chuckle.

  His tongue plays with mine as his mouth continues with its branding. He pushes me against the door, trapping me against his hard body and the hard surface with my hands gripped in one of his, held high above my head. Every inch of my body is molded to the hard length of his from hips to breast. His erection unmistakable as it pushes hot and hard against my belly and pelvis. Delicious heat fills me as his touch ignites a flame deep inside.

  I laugh when his goatee tickles against my lips and nose and his breath puffs over my mouth. An unmistakable sound of joy, soft, feminine and a sound I haven’t heard much of lately.

  “What are you giggling about?” He releases my wrists, running his hands down my slight curves.

  “You make me feel so good, Cowboy.”

  “I like hearing that.” He rests his forehead against mine. “God, I’ve thought of nothing else today but feeling the heat of your skin against my body.”

  I strain against him, instinctively rising up on my toes until our bodies are as perfectly aligned as I can make them. My already obscenely short skirt rises even higher exposing the rounded curves of my bottom to the heated air of the room. The aching place between my thighs cradles the rigid bulge trapped behind the zipper of his jeans. I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders as far as they can go, he lifts me to him pressing my breasts against his chest making them grow more sensitive with the contact and swell over the bodice of my dress.

  Desperate for his touch, I kiss him. I slant my mouth across his, my tongue caressing his lips, then sweeps inside to play. Sensations shoot through me at every wet, hot stroke of his tongue. My sex contracts and tightens my core causing my back to arch. I rise up even higher on my tiptoes in my bodies attempt to become one with him. His hands slide down my body to cup my bottom, kneading my soft flesh, holding me in place.

  I can tell by the stiffness of his arms around me he’s trying too hard to be careful. I know he doesn’t want to scare me or hurt me but he’s treating me as if I’m made from spun glass and that’s not what I want. I want him to go crazy so I press for more, open for him, and let my tongue slide into his mouth to fence with his.

  He finally moves. His hands are no longer on my bottom, they’re fisted in my hair, holding me in place as he ravages my mouth and I tense at the power in his hold. I moan into his mouth at the delicious hint of pain and he stops abruptly. His body tightens around me for a second before he pushes away.

  “What are you doing?” I crack open my eyes to see his chin dip and a muscle in his jaw twitching.

  “Is it too much?” Lines crease his forehead as he carefully studies my face. “Do you want me to stop, Angel?”

  Our heavy breathing is loud in the quiet of the room. I stand a little stunned, knowing he’s in tune with every nuance even to the point of noticing such a subtle change.

  He carefully brackets my face with his two hands and whispers against my lips, “Say the words, my angel.” His thumb strokes my cheeks. I wet my lips, my heart hammering in my chest. “Ah, Angel.” His beautiful hungry eyes roam over my face, potent, as if he can see all the way to my soul. “Angel?” he murmurs, drawing in a deep breath.

  Reaching up, I ruffle my fingers over his goatee, then tug until his face is a mere breath away from mine and he doesn’t fight me. “Please don’t stop, Cooper.” With a little purr, I relax into his body and look up at his face. His chin dips and he smiles. My breath catches at the emotions flashing in his eyes making soft heat curl in my stomach and my belly flutters all over again.

  He briefly touches his lips to mine, so soft, yet firm, so gentle, yet hard. “If at any time you want me to stop, I will.”

  The deep cadence of his voice relaxes me at the same time he strokes gentle fingers across my cheek. I lean into his touch watching the flicker of firelight play across his face. I nod, finding it rather hard to talk when I can barely muddle together a single thought. It pleases me to know that he’ll stop at my command. That I hold such power. That the emotions roiling through my body are no longer panic, but desire and that his desire is equally as strong.

  “That’s the only rule tonight. Nothing else.” He glances over his shoulder, clears his throat before turning back. “Right now we’re just two people.” Then he pauses, and a devilish grin spreads across his face. “In a room full of erotic books and another—velvet parlor perch.”

  “That’s not a parlor perch.”

  His eyes narrow as he looks over his shoulders, then back. “It’s not? It looks exactly the same.”

  I shake my head, jerking my chin towards the corner of the room. “That’s an Edwardian daybed.”

  His lips quirk up. “Well we’re just two people getting busy on an Edwardian daybed.”

  I feel a flush rise from my chest to my face at the picture of us getting busy on that bed. I lean into him, resting my palm on his chest, feeling his heart rate quicken which manages to lesson my jumpiness.

  He slants me a look. “Say the words, Angel.” He cups my chin between his fingers and brushes his lips across mine a
nd I feel the word escape.

  “Okay.” My answer comes out barely a whisper and I know that my whispered word of agreement is what brings that smile to his face. “I’ll let you know if it’s too much.”

  He lifts my hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to my trapped fingers. My breathing changes as I spread my free hand over the center of his chest. I nuzzle into the heat of his body, listening to the steady beat of his heart. My hand strokes over the powerful muscles that lay just beneath the surface feeling each one bunch and flex. Hard, strong, and very male.

  He pulls me closer, crushing my slight curves against his hard body. Bending down, he kisses my parted lips. I swallow a moan when his hand moves to my breast, kneading, sending a stab of excitement through my body awakening a deeper, burning hunger inside. I release a moan into his mouth as he continues with his exploration a moment before pulling back and leaving me breathless once again. I whimper.

  “Angel,” he says my name like a prayer. His breath a hot caress on my skin as his mouth brushes against my cheek, my chin, my neck.

  “I’m sorry I’m such drama.”

  He takes my face between his hands staring into my eyes before tilting my head up. “Shit happens, Angel. Most people have issues that have to be dealt with. Some are just bigger, more complicated.”

  “Yeah, but you shouldn’t have to stop and ask me every five seconds if I’m alright.”

  “Then you stop and ask me.” He lowers his mouth down on mine yet again brushing my lips teasingly at first, slow nibbling kisses, a soft brush of his tongue against the seam of my lips, coaxing my response. “Breathe,” he whispers against my mouth, his soft breath a balm as his mouth closes on mine in a tender kiss. Taking his time, slowly, thoroughly, patiently. He strokes a hand down my throat, over my arm, and grips my waist.

  My lips soften as my body quivers hungrily and he takes the kiss deeper. He opens my lips with his own, biting at my bottom lip and I give him permission to invade my mouth, taking possession.

  I slide my hand down his chest between us and cup his hard cock giving him a squeeze. He says nothing, just twirls us around like we’re dancing and walks me backwards until the daybed is at the back of my knees. He pivots again and sits on the edge with me in his lap his hardness against my back. The thick, length of his turgid penis pressing insistently against my bottom making me fidget shamelessly as liquid bubbles from my body. I squeeze my thighs together in rhythmic clenches to stimulate the unbearable desire to orgasm that’s overpowering me.

  “You’re driving me mad.”

  “I can take care of you,” I murmur shyly.

  “Is that what you want, Angel?” He prompts. “You want my cock in your mouth?” He watches me and I know he sees every thought that passes over my face, every feeling, every degree of change in my expression as I process what I want.

  Why do I have to make this so difficult?

  Acknowledging my desires is hard for me. I’m a people pleaser. I’m a peacekeeper by nature. I put others’ desires and feelings before my own on a regular basis because it’s easier than waiting out an argument, so to be honest with myself is new to me. Foreign. Also challenging and exhilarating at the same time. He wants the truth. No half-truths. He wants to know what I want for real and if I say no, then he’ll accept that. He wants me to know. That’s freeing. That gives me a sense of power that I’ve never had before. So even though it’s difficult to force the words through my trembling lips, I’ll do it. For me. To be completely and one hundred percent honest. To get what I want, which is him. Anyway I can have him. I want him. I lower my lashes and nod, he’d tasted me and ever since then, I’ve longed to have his flavor on my tongue.

  I nod.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Lay aside affected silly etiquette for the natural dictates of the heart

  He taps lightly at my lips with his finger. “Words, Angel.”

  I lift my eyes and clear the ginormous lump from my throat before blurting out huskily, “Yes, that’s what I want to do.” Color dashes to my cheeks and my eyes plunge downward.

  “Look at me.” He frames my face with his hands.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I catch his gaze wandering over my features, darkening with unmistakable desire as my tongue flicks out to slide over my dry lips.

  “I want to watch your green eyes cloud with desire when you say the words out loud.”

  He holds me captive, not only with his hands but with his words. He gives me strength with his confidence to voice my needs so I raise my eyes, our gazes colliding. The warmth reflected in his chocolaty depths empowering me.

  “I want your cock in my mouth.” The words come out in a more nervous rasp than before. Once they spill from my lips and a modicum of my nervousness subsides, I become emboldened with the power to take what I want. “I want to taste you and feel you on my tongue.”

  “I’m so proud of you, Angel.”

  My eyes grow wide at his praise, quickly narrowing in puzzlement as I try to process its meaning.

  He twines the loose curl around his finger and tugs. “Now I’m going to reward you for your honesty.” He brushes the bangs back from my forehead. “I’m going to give you what you want. I’m going to fuck your mouth.” He reaches back and snags a throw pillow and tosses it on the floor between his spread legs. “I’m going to leave my flavor on your tongue and you’re going to keep it there for the rest of the night.”

  I stare at him with my breasts rising and falling with each deep inhale and exhale.

  “Angel?”

  “Yes, Sir.” My body’s strung tight as I wait for him to tell me what to do.

  “God, your ability to please me is never-ending.”

  That deep stare and his low, raspy voice transforms his simple words into something wicked and sinful that has my nipples aching and heat pooling between my legs.

  “Take your panties off and give them to me.” His voice rough, his breathing shallow, his eyes merciless. He’s clearly used to issuing orders and having them followed without hesitation. “Leave the fuck-me shoes on and those sexy stockings,” he adds in a barely restrained voice. “I want to know that for the rest of the night you’re walking around without anything covering your delicious pussy. Knowing that beneath that dress there’s nothing but plump, pink flesh dripping with unquenched desire and when you rub your legs together feeling the wetness on your thighs, you’ll think of me.”

  His words flood my body with heat, spread over me, through my veins, stroking me like the softest of fur. I feel languid, yet strung tight at the same time. I want to float and explode and when he continues I nearly do.

  “When I’m driving around in my truck, I want to think of you bending over and someone seeing your sweet cunt and knowing they can’t have it because it now belongs to me.”

  I swallow. “You want someone else to see me?”

  “No, but I want to know that you know they can,” he growls. “Do you want to be exposed to someone else’s gaze, Angel?”

  I shrug.

  “Words, Angel.” His lips curl up with a hint of a smile.

  “I don’t know.”

  His hand makes its way between my legs, his fingers slide under the elastic at my thighs and slip between my sopping folds. He pulls them out with a grin, wiggling those same fingers in front of my face so I can witness the evidence of my desire with my eyes.

  The tip of his finger runs over my lips smearing them with my own fluids. He sucks his fingers into his mouth licking each one clean before gripping my nape and pulling my head back. His tongue swipes across my lips and he kisses me. “Perhaps when you are more comfortable with me we can help you find out, but for now, you’re mine alone.”

  I swallow thickly, but say nothing else. My breath hitches and my pulse jumps at the idea of being displayed for him. I would be a liar if I didn’t acknowledge that the idea makes me grow hot and itchy, squirming where I stand. I shuffle my feet and wiggle my hips to ease the deeper ache.

 
“Panties.”

  I follow his orders, pushing the tight skirt up around my waist, the air brushing cool against my hot skin. I tug my saturated panties from my pussy. Sliding them over my hips, shimmying them down my legs and as they reach my knees, Cooper moves forward finishing the task. I groan as he holds the thin scraps of nearly transparent black silk to his nose and inhales.

  His face is soft with approval. He lifts his eyes. “Fuck yeah.” His devastating grin flashes, halting every single protest about to fly out of my mouth. “You’re ripe for me, Angel.” His nostrils flare. Lust rages in his eyes and in his expression sparking a burning flame in my womb and fanning it to an inferno. He pushes my legs wide, leans in, and swipes his tongue along the crease of my thigh and my pussy. He places his hands on either side, his fingers touching my swollen labia making me jerk as he spreads my sex revealing the glistening bright pink flesh hidden there.

  “I thought I was going to take care of you?”

  “You’ll get your turn.” His tongue whips out and glides over my slickness causing my knees to buckle a little. I’m forced to stretch out my arm and place a hand on his shoulder to support myself. His hands slide around my hips gripping my bottom to pull me close. He rubs his nose in the V of my thighs before giving my plump, too sensitive flesh a long lick with the flat of his tongue. His mouth latches onto my pink folds, kissing me intimately.

  I respond with a quick flex of my hips as his mouth suctions over my sex and his tongue works the swollen bud in quick flicks. It doesn’t take any more than that and a deep shudder overtakes my body sending me spiraling into an orgasm that explodes the second he latches on to my throbbing clit and sucks it deep. My heart hammers like I just completed a marathon and I rub my damp palms in circles over his bulky shoulders as I gaze down at him helplessly.

  He doesn’t bother to hide the immense satisfaction in his eyes. “Very nice, Angel.” His hands move and he slips both of his thumbs into my slick pussy. My whole body trembles with the soft massages to the sensitive flesh around my opening. His fingers slide over and around my labia pushing up into me immediately hitting that magical spot causing my pussy to come alive. He stares and I know what he’s doing. He’s watching his fingers, glistening with my juices, plunder my pussy. Thrusting in and out of my body making me burn and throb. “You’re gorgeous.” I clamp around him, the little muscles inside rippling against each pass of his fingers. He glances up as his fingers leave my body to wrap around my thighs to hold me steady.