Blow Out the Candles
Karenna Colcroft
For years Tracy has lusted after her friend Darin, but has never dared act on her craving. She’s always been a little afraid and a lot excited by his dominant tendencies. But when Darin reveals the desire is mutual, a dinner invitation quickly turns to something more—and Tracy is ready and willing to submit.
Blow Out the Candles
Karenna Colcroft
Chapter One
Tracy lit the candles on the table and stepped back to admire their glow. The flames on the red and pink tapers drew her eye and the faint scents of cherry and roses filled the air. Hopefully they would set the mood she wanted when Darin arrived. The mood that would finally get him into her bed.
They’d been friends since college. Tracy didn’t think she’d been all that subtle about her interest in him, yet somehow he had either not recognized it or had ignored it. The first day they’d met, his hazel eyes and sandy-brown hair had caught her attention. So had his runner’s build and his tendency to wear faded jeans that outlined his ass just right. She’d lusted after him since day one and had spent plenty of time over the years playing with herself while she imagined his hands roaming her body, tweaking her nipples and thrusting into her wet pussy.
For six years now she’d confined her interest in him to flirting and private fantasies. She had been too shy to take it further. His in-charge attitude had both drawn and intimidated her, and as badly as she’d wanted him, she had been afraid both of his rejection and of what he would do if he had her. Hints he’d dropped during their friendship led her to believe he was not just forceful but a true Dom, or at least learning to become one. She had kept a distance from that quality even as it appealed to her.
She hadn’t been able to admit that she wanted him to take charge of her. Those desires had worried her as a college student. Over the intervening years, she had learned nothing was wrong with wanting to be dominated. For six years she’d been afraid to ask Darin for what she truly wanted. Tonight she would change that.
She smoothed her tight black skirt over her hips and adjusted her silver V-neck top to make sure she showed just enough to be on the classy side of sexy. She wanted to turn Darin on, not scare him off.
The doorbell rang. Tracy gave the table one last look. It was as romantic as she could make it. It and she looked good. Darin had better appreciate this.
She hurried to the door and opened it just as Darin raised his hand to ring the bell again. “Sorry,” she said.
“No problem.” He eyed her up and down and Tracy’s face grew warm. “Pretty fancy. Is it a special occasion?”
“Just you coming to dinner.” She smiled and stepped back to let him in. “The chicken and potatoes will be ready in a few minutes.”
“Something smells interesting.” He took off his coat and draped it over the back of the chair closest to the door. “Candles?”
“I wanted this to be a nice evening.” Tracy gave him her best seductive look. “I have ulterior motives.”
“Ah, that explains a lot.” He studied her again, this time with more intensity. Tracy’s skin tingled and her nipples perked up as if anticipating his touch. “Why don’t we sit down and talk about those motives, Tracy?”
“Why don’t we wait until the food’s ready?” She didn’t want to wait. She wanted everything he could give her. Her entire being yearned for it. But the food was already cooking and she didn’t want it to burn. Once she managed to start what she truly wanted, she hoped they wouldn’t stop. Not even to eat.
“Why don’t we start now and continue while we eat?” He moved closer to her and caressed her cheek. “You look incredibly hot tonight.”
“Thank you.” A pulse began between her legs. God, I want him! “You look pretty good yourself.”
“I’m not as dressed up as you.”
In his typical faded jeans and a tight black turtleneck that accentuated his pecs, he looked far better than any guy could in a suit and tie. Tracy’s mouth watered just looking at him. “You’re fine,” she said. If I have my way neither of us will be dressed for long anyway.
“Well, thank you.”
He looked into her eyes and a rush of arousal went through her. A brief image flickered through her mind of her lying beneath him, looking up into those eyes as he fucked her. As he did whatever he wanted to her. Her pussy moistened and she bit her lip hard to bring herself back under control.
“Why did you put your hair up?” he asked.
“It looks nice this way.” He’d always told her he liked it when she wore her shoulder-length blonde hair pulled back from her face. Even in college, she’d wanted to do what he liked. Given the reason for bringing him here tonight, she had even more desire to please him.
“It does,” he agreed. “Nice and safe. Is that what you want to be tonight? Safe?”
“It depends on what kind of safe you’re talking about.” Safe sex, yes. Safe in general, not a chance.
He chuckled and reached behind her to unclip the barrette she’d used to secure her hair. “You had ulterior motives in inviting me here tonight, Tracy. And I have to confess I had my own motives in accepting.” He set the barrette on the chair. “Shake your hair loose, baby. Let me see it all messy like it will look after I finish fucking you.”
Tracy stared at him, her mouth open. She’d hoped he would want her but she hadn’t expected him to be so blunt about it. From any other man the bluntness would have been rude. From Darin it was arousing as hell. Surprising, but an undeniable turn-on.
She shook her head as he’d ordered and her hair swirled around her face. He smiled. “Beautiful. Nice and sexy.”
“You came over here planning this?” He’d already said he had motives but she could hardly believe that the man she’d lusted after for so long had returned her interest. He’d been far more subtle than she had.
“I came over here planning to seduce you.” He ran both hands through her hair then suddenly gripped it tightly in his fists. Tracy gasped and her heart pounded as he pulled her forward into a kiss. “I know you want me,” he said hoarsely against her mouth. “I’ve wanted you since junior year when we first met. Back then, you were too unsure of yourself. Too vanilla and too good. I didn’t know whether to take a chance with you.”
“I was never too good for you.” They’d wasted so much time! He’d wanted her as long as she’d wanted him. She could have had him at any time and yet neither of them had made a move on the other. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“Why didn’t you?” He let go of her hair and wrapped his arms around her. “I didn’t mean you were too good for me. You were too good in a ‘good girl’ sense for what I wanted to do to you.”
“And what was that?” She held her breath. She didn’t know for sure that he was a Dom, only that he gave that very strong impression. Would he admit it?
“Everything.” He slid one hand down to cup her ass. “I wanted to make you do everything. To hold you down, to tie you, to control you. Does that scare you?”
“Yes.” She had to be honest. But fear wasn’t her only emotion. Hearing him tell her what she’d suspected brought more heat to her. She wanted to beg him to take her now but held back. “But it excites me too.”
“Good.” He gave her a lazy smile. “We’ll talk as we go, but know if that’s what you truly want, I will expect you to follow through. We’re going to eat dinner and then we’re going to spend the rest of the night making up for lost time. I hope you took a nap this afternoon because you won’t get any sleep tonight if I have anything to say about it. I think you’re finally ready for me.”
He said the last in a low growl that sent hot chills through Tracy. She was definitely ready. “I’m not
tired.”
“Good.” He crushed his lips hard against hers and flicked her mouth with his tongue. When she opened to allow his tongue entry, he released her. “Get the food ready and let’s eat. Then we’ll pick up where we left off.”
Kiss me! But she didn’t voice the demand. He had teased her with his forcefulness and he would only keep the game going if he knew she wanted more. She went to the kitchen, where the smell of roasted herb chicken breasts and baked potatoes overwhelmed the scents of the candles on the table, and removed the food from the oven.
Darin was suddenly behind her, wrapping his arms around her just below her breasts. Tracy jumped. She hadn’t heard him enter the room. Her nipples perked up again and she ached to have him cup her breasts in those strong hands of his. “Smells good,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear and cheek. “I can’t wait to taste.”
Even though she was certain he meant the food, Tracy shivered as sparks went through her. She was equally certain the food wouldn’t be all he tasted that night. The thought of his lips around her nipple and then his tongue between her legs made her so aroused her knees trembled.
The anticipation of what would happen after dinner might drive her insane.
She tried to break free of his embrace to reach the plates she kept in the cupboard above the stove. He didn’t let go. “If you want to eat I need to take the plates down,” she said, hoping he would ignore the request. She wanted to stay in his arms. Wanted to inhale the scents of cologne and man. It had been too long since she’d been with anyone and too long that she’d fantasized about Darin with no relief. Now that she was finally getting what she wanted she didn’t want to stop even for a moment.
He nuzzled her neck and she shivered at another rush of desire. “You don’t really want me to let you go,” he said. “Do you? Be honest.”
“No, I don’t,” she said softly. “You’re the one who said we should eat first. I’m just saying I need to get the plates and I can’t reach them with you holding me this way.”
“Then I suppose I should let you do that.” He kissed the spot where her neck and shoulder met, the spot that always drove her crazy, and stepped away. “I’ll be waiting at the table.”
“I’m a waitress now?” She glanced at him over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow, hoping the sarcasm would hide the way her body trembled in the wake of his kiss. “Do you think I’m going to serve you?”
“That’s exactly what I think. Isn’t that what we were just discussing?” He ran his hand over her ass. She hissed in a breath. Just his touch did things to her that most men couldn’t do no matter how hard they tried. He smiled smugly. “We’ll talk while we eat.”
He left the room and Tracy stared after him. He expected her to serve him. Of course that made sense. He was dominant. Yet his comment had caught her by surprise. They definitely needed to discuss this further and set some limits and rules. As long as they agreed on everything, it would be fun to see where things went between them.
“You said dinner’s ready,” he said from his seat at the table.
“Yeah.” She took the plates from the cupboard and dished up the food then brought it into the other room and set one plate in front of Darin, between the fork and the knife and spoon she’d already set on the table before he’d arrived. The candles were still burning and on impulse, she turned off the lights in the room so the candles provided the only illumination.
“Very romantic,” Darin said. “I guess you did have ulterior motives.”
“I admitted that.” She indicated the bottle of wine and the two wineglasses that sat between two of the candlesticks. “Everything we need for a perfect night.”
“Pour the wine and we’ll make a toast.”
Tracy opened the wine bottle and poured some wine into each glass. Darin stood to pick up his glass and clink it against hers. “To a perfect night,” he said.
“To a perfect night,” Tracy echoed. Hopefully more than one.
They sat and started eating. Tracy studied Darin while he cut his potato. The guy she’d had her eye on in college had become a very attractive man. Over the past six years she’d watched him grow more appealing, even more confident and in charge than he’d been when they’d first met. Sitting here tonight, alone with him and knowing they both wanted the same thing accentuated it. She would finally have what she’d never dared to ask for from him before. She would have him tonight and many nights thereafter if she had her way.
And she would make sure she did. Although it would be his way, not hers.
“Do you like what you see?” he asked.
She jumped. She hadn’t thought he’d noticed her stare. But there was really no reason to hide it. They’d established they both wanted the same thing. “I like it very much,” she said. She straightened one leg under the table and rubbed his shin with her foot. Then it was his turn to jump, followed by a grin. “And what do you like?”
“I like a woman who knows what she wants.” He set down his knife and fork and leaned back in his chair, arms folded. “Stand up.”
“I thought we were going to finish eating before we start our playtime.” They hadn’t even agreed on what would happen after dinner but there was no doubt in Tracy’s mind that it would involve nudity, touching and plenty of hot action. Just what she wanted.
“That was before you started teasing the fuck out of me.” Darin’s voice lowered to a growl on the last few words. “Are you going to argue with me or do what you’re told? I thought you wanted this. Stand up.”
A thrill of desire hit Tracy as she obeyed Darin’s command. She did want what he was offering. She would just have to learn to recognize it when he spoke. When she stood, despite the table between them and the outfit she wore, she felt naked. He looked her up and down and she swore his gaze was as physical as his hands. “You’re hot as hell,” he said.
Heat rose to her face. “Thank you.”
“What are you wearing under that skirt? Tell me you don’t have any panties on.”
She’d worn panties out of habit. At least she’d thought to put on her sexiest pair, a green satin thong that matched the green satin bra she wore beneath her shirt. “I’d be lying if I said that.”
“Take them off.” His eyes narrowed and she shivered, not out of fear but arousal. “How dare you wear anything under your skirt when you’re planning to seduce me?”
“I guess I hoped you’d find them sexy.” She pulled her skirt up to reveal most of her thighs. The fire in Darin’s eyes matched what burned inside her at the knowledge of what was about to happen. “Stand up and take a look.”
“I can see just fine,” he said. “I can see that you haven’t taken them off yet like I told you. You let me know if I’m coming on too strong, Tracy, but as long as you don’t say that I’m assuming we’re on the same page. And that means you’ll do what I want. Do you agree to that?”
“Yes,” she said softly.
“Is there anything you’d want to absolutely refuse? Anything that frightens you, infuriates you, or that you find just plain disgusting? Tell me now.”
Her mind raced. She’d read that Doms asked their subs to set limits. But put on the spot like this, in the moment, her mind went blank. “I can’t think of anything.”
“You can tell me at any time if something comes to you.” He licked his lips. “If you have no limits, that makes it more fun for me, but if you have them I’ll respect them. I’m not going too far with you tonight, Tracy. You don’t know enough yet and I’m more interested in fucking you than dominating you, though I definitely want to do both. Limits can be discussed at any time. For tonight, if I push too far and you want to slow down, say yellow. If you need me to stop right away, say red. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she said again. So much information. She was having trouble taking it all in, especially with the heat rushing through her.
“Good.” He held out his hand. “Take off the panties and give them to me.”
Even thoug
h the thong didn’t cover much, the thought of being completely nude and exposed to Darin both bothered and intrigued her. Nothing would be in the way of his hands—or his tongue or cock. Even if she kept her skirt in place he would know she wore nothing beneath it.
It was a hell of a turn-on. She wished she’d thought of it before his arrival.
Quickly she removed her panties and placed them in his hand. He nodded approval. “Now pull up your skirt so I can see.”
She considered telling him to pull it up himself if he wanted to see so badly but she enjoyed his orders and wanted to continue. Slowly, looking directly into his eyes, she tugged up the hem of her skirt until the cool air of the room touched her wet pussy.
“You shave,” he said. “That’s fucking hot.”
“Glad you like it.” She smiled. “Want to find out just how smoothly I shave?”
“Not yet.” He licked his lips. “We’ll have time for that after dinner.”
Bastard! He couldn’t intend to leave her this turned-on without relief. She glared at him and he laughed. “Am I torturing you?”
“You know you are.” Her cunt ached with need. Just the few minutes of following his commands had her wanting him so badly she couldn’t stand it.
“Then take care of it.” With a lazy smile he sat again. “Play with yourself. Let me watch what you do to get yourself off.”
Her other partners had been too interested in proving themselves by getting her off to take the time to watch her. She’d never masturbated in front of a man but she loved the idea of having Darin watch as she touched herself. It was just one more piece of control he was taking from her and in these circumstances she was more than willing to give it to him.
“Stay standing,” he said. “So I can see better.”
“It’s easier when I’m sitting.” Or lying down. She doubted he would move from the table if she asked him but he could at least let her take her seat.
He shook his head. “Stay standing, I said. I want to be able to see everything you do to yourself and I want to watch your knees tremble when you come. Pretend I’m the one touching you, Tracy. Imagine my finger rubbing your clit. I bet it’s nice and swollen for me, isn’t it?”
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