BlowOuttheCandles

by Karenna Colcroft

  “Yes.” Taken by another wave of desire, she gasped the word.

  “Show me how you want me to touch you.”

  With no conscious decision she reached between her legs and ran her finger over her swollen clit. She moaned softly at the touch she desperately needed though she had hoped it would come from Darin rather than herself.

  “That’s it,” he said, lowering his voice to a nearly hypnotic level. “Rub yourself, Tracy. Slide your fingers along your wet slit. I know you’re wet for me, aren’t you? Ready for my hard cock. You’ll have that later. For now, pretend. Fuck yourself with your fingers and pretend it’s me.”

  Tracy closed her eyes and did as he said, thrusting two fingers inside herself. She moaned again as her pussy tightened.

  “Open your eyes and look at me,” Darin ordered. “Let me see how fucking turned-on you are. Show me how bad you want me, Tracy.”

  The pleasure of her own touch was so intense, Tracy wanted to keep her eyes closed to savor it. But she had chosen to go along with what Darin wanted, so she forced her eyelids open. He was watching her with a look so full of lust she felt it in her core. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him.

  She would have him. As soon as she finished her little show.

  Chapter Two

  “That’s it,” he murmured. “Look at me while you fuck yourself. Tell me how good it feels.”

  She wasn’t one for dirty talk during sex but this was a different situation entirely. She wanted to tell Darin how it felt to have him watching her. Wanted to tell him how much pleasure she brought herself at his command. He was being just as forceful as she’d imagined and the reality was so much better than she’d dreamed. Knowing that she had given him control over her amplified the pleasure. She hung at the brink of orgasm but refused to allow herself to come so soon.

  “It feels good,” she said softly.

  “What feels good?”

  “My fingers.” She withdrew them from her opening and rubbed her clit again, sighing loudly at the more intense touch.

  “Your fingers doing what?” he asked.

  “Touching myself.” Somehow she doubted that would be enough detail for him. “Playing with my clit. Fucking my pussy.”

  “You like playing with yourself, don’t you?” He smiled. “You like having me watch you touch yourself. You’re a hot slut, aren’t you?”

  She hated being called a slut, even knowing that Darin intended it to sound sexy not insulting. Time to set him straight. She wasn’t angry with him, not at all, but she would prove her point. She stopped touching herself and leaned over to glare at him. “No, I’m a woman who knows how to make herself feel good. And how to get what she wants.”

  “No offense was intended.” He licked his lips. “You’re sexy when you’re mad, you know that?”

  “I’m mad when I’m mad.” She held out her hand. Her juices glistened on her finger. “You want a taste of that, don’t you?”

  “You know I do.” He reached for her hand but she pulled it back. He looked both disappointed and amused. “I apologize for calling you a slut. That’s what I meant by limits. That word is one of your limits, and I won’t use it again. At least not tonight. Sometime I might push that limit just a bit.” He winked. “Is it okay if I say you’re hot?”

  “You can call me hot.” She straightened again. “You can call me dirty, nasty, even a tease. I just don’t like the word slut. Too many negative connotations. If people meant it the way you just did I probably wouldn’t mind it so much.”

  “And how do you think I meant it?”

  “As a compliment.” She reached between her legs but didn’t start playing again. Not until she was sure he understood. “You like that I’m so turned-on I’ll touch myself for you. You like that I want you to watch. You’re getting so hard it hurts right now and you’re enjoying having me put on a show for you.”

  “That’s exactly what I meant.” He leaned back and folded his arms. “I meant you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and I can’t take my eyes off you. Nor do I want to. I want to watch you come, Tracy. Later, when I’m the one getting you off, I’m going to be too goddamn turned-on myself to really see you. Let me see you now, baby. Let me see what you look like when you come.”

  As he spoke, Tracy began stroking her clit again. She caught her breath at a jolt of pleasure that shot through her from her own touch and imagined how much more intense it would have been if Darin’s hand was the one touching her there. She breathed more heavily as the pleasure built again to a higher level than before.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured. “Tell me what you like, baby.”

  “I like playing with myself.” Her eyelids closed and she forced them open again. “I like having you watch me make myself feel so good. It’s fucking hot having you look at me like that.” She pressed harder against her clit and a small cry escaped her before she could stop it.

  “You’re so close,” he murmured. “You want to come for me, don’t you?”

  “Yes.” She closed her eyes again as her climax built. She wanted nothing to distract her from the physical sensations coursing through her.

  “Open your eyes,” he ordered. “Let me see you.”

  Reluctantly she opened her eyes again and found that looking at Darin only added to the pleasure. Her own excitement was mirrored in his gaze, in the way his eyes shone and his smile. She rubbed her clit harder for a few seconds then stopped to thrust her fingers inside her wetness, then returned to her clit. Her orgasm was so close, just out of reach, and if she didn’t come soon she would lose her mind.

  And then it crashed over her so hard she almost lost her balance and had to clutch her chair with her free hand to keep from falling. She cried out as the ecstasy rolled through her. Her pussy contracted and she could hardly breathe.

  Through it all she managed to keep her eyes focused on Darin. He watched her with an expression of mingled lust and triumph as she trembled through the climax and the aftershocks that immediately followed. Her hand left her pussy and she wanted to sit but wasn’t sure she could coordinate herself that much until the climax faded.

  “That was fucking gorgeous.” Darin rose from his chair and went to Tracy. He smoothed her skirt down and put his arms around her. “I think we should finish our meal now. Even though the food’s probably cold.”

  She gaped at him. After what she’d just done to turn him on, he could only think about food. So much for making him as horny as she was.

  He grinned. “Don’t look at me like that. Believe me, I want you more than ever. I could bend you right over this chair and fuck you right now without even thinking about it. And I want to. But I’m enjoying taking my time with you. We have all night, don’t we?”

  “I don’t have anywhere else to be.” She forced herself to sound casual although she hadn’t completely caught her breath.

  “Nor do I.” He gently guided her back into her chair. “So let’s finish eating and then see what other trouble I can get you into. See how many more times I can make you come for me before I finally fuck your hot, sexy cunt.” He paused. “Does that word offend you?”

  She shook her head. The rush of desire that hit her when he growled the word proved it didn’t bother her in the slightest. “Not at all.”

  “Good.” He kissed her temple and returned to his seat. “The potatoes are good. Let’s see how the chicken tastes.”

  Tracy’s mind whirled and she found herself unable to return her attention to the food on her plate when such a sexy man sat across from her. She was still trembling slightly and wanted nothing more than to go to him and sit on his cock right there at the table. She could if she wanted to. She had chosen to let him take control, and she could choose to take it back.

  But she stayed in her chair. Her need to be fucked was so strong she could taste it, but she would wait. She needed Darin’s domination too; she hadn’t realized how badly until she’d tasted it. Now she wished she’d sought it sooner. This was what she’d vag
uely sensed—and even more vaguely understood—in college. His domination and her own submission. The fear of both had kept her distanced from him for six years, while she’d dated a string of men who were appealing and good in bed but never quite touched her deeply enough that she’d wanted to stay with them.

  She’d decided to take a chance tonight, and now she knew what had been lacking with those other men. The quality she’d feared in herself, the submission, had needed someone like Darin. No, not “someone like”; she had needed him. And having given in to him and to her own desires, she wouldn’t back out. She sensed that part of the fun for Darin was seeing how far he could push her before she either begged or tried to take over. She would let the game go on as long as she could stand it.

  “The chicken should be pretty good,” she said. “It’s a family recipe. My father was a gourmet cook although he didn’t do it professionally.”

  Disappointment fleeted through Darin’s expression and Tracy knew she’d been right. He was trying to make her beg. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

  For several minutes they ate and chatted about their jobs and lives. The fire raging inside Tracy barely abated. Even though she’d come she wanted more and she wanted it from Darin, not her own hand. From the way Darin looked at her, eyes gleaming, she suspected he wanted to move things along as well. It took all her effort not to give in and plead with him to fuck her, but as he’d said they had all night. And she wanted him to be the one to beg.

  Finally he pushed his plate away and stood. “Stand up.” His voice was perfectly calm, almost bland, but he spoke with an air of confidence and command that made Tracy shiver.

  “We aren’t finished eating, are we?” she asked innocently.

  “We are now.” He leaned over and took her plate. “Stand up.”

  With a sense of triumph, Tracy stood. He’d given in before she had and that was exactly what she’d wanted.

  He walked around the table and without a word bent her over the back of her chair so roughly she gasped. “Hold on to that,” he said.

  His roughness turned her on more than his commands had, even while it frightened her a bit. She gripped the back of the chair with both hands. “What are you doing?”

  “What you want.” He shoved her skirt up to her waist. “I’m going to fuck you right to the brink.”

  He ran his finger along her wet slit and she shivered with the heat of his touch. He brushed her swollen clit but didn’t linger there, instead thrusting two fingers hard into her. She tightened around his fingers and moaned, “Oh fuck!”

  “Yes.” He fucked her with his fingers for a moment, striking her sweet spot more than once until she was ready to scream. She needed to come and he clearly had no intention of letting her. Just as she reached the brink he withdrew from her. “That’s a hell of a sight. You bent over that chair, your pussy just waiting for me to use it. That’s what you want, isn’t it? For me to fuck that sweet cunt until I come? You’ve already had your turn, after all.”

  “You’d better be joking.” She started to stand up but his hands on her shoulders forced her to stay in position. She settled for glaring at him over her shoulder. “You can’t stop me from coming again.”

  “Oh, can’t I? I could take that as a challenge. When a Dom tells a sub not to come, she doesn’t come. Not unless she wants to be punished.” He grinned. “But I won’t punish you tonight. We aren’t there yet, and I don’t want to scare you off before you know everything I can do for you. If you come again I’ll take it as a compliment to my skills.” He moved directly behind her and gripped her hips. “Should I take you now, Tracy? Are you ready for my cock?”

  Oh, am I ever ready! She was wet and aching for him and wanted nothing more than to have him shove his thick cock into her. But she had enough control left to ask, “Protection?”

  “Of course.” He took his hands off her and after a couple of seconds she heard a small ripping sound. Then his cock touched her ass. “I’m protected. And I’m going to fuck you now.”

  Without waiting for a response, he grabbed her hips again and slammed his cock into her so hard it took her breath away. He pulled her back against him each time he thrust forward, fucking her fast and hard enough that even her grip on the chair barely kept her on her feet. She cried out his name and words she rarely spoke and he chuckled.

  “Yeah, you like this,” he said, his breath hot on her neck. “This is what you had planned when you asked me to come over here tonight, isn’t it?” He punctuated the question with an even harder thrust. “God, you’re so fucking tight, Tracy. Tell me what you like, baby.”

  “I like—” A low moan interrupted her words. The man expected her to speak when he was sending her spiraling toward an explosion. He had a lot more faith in her than she had. “Oh fuck, Darin!”

  “Tell me what you like.” He stilled. “Or I’ll stop. I want to hear you talk to me, baby.”

  He couldn’t stop now. She was too close. She pushed back against him and he smacked her ass. “I didn’t say you could move. Tell me.”

  “I like fucking you,” she gasped. He started fucking her again and she moved against him, trying to make him go faster. He held a slow pace and she realized she wasn’t getting out of this. She didn’t go for dirty talk usually but if he wanted it she would give it to him. “I like your big, hard cock in my cunt. I like you holding me and making me fuck you.”

  “Does it feel good?” He picked up his pace. “Because to me it feels fucking incredible. I should have just taken you in college when I wanted to instead of waiting so long to get my cock into you. But waiting makes it better. This is better than all my fantasies.”

  “It feels so good.” She moaned again as one of his thrusts hit just the right spot inside her. “God, yes, do that again!”

  “Are you going to come, baby?” He reached around her to flick her clit. The contact nearly sent her over the edge. “Yes, you are. Tell me, baby.”

  “I’m going to come.” She was so close she couldn’t think clearly enough to talk, yet she knew if she didn’t speak he would stop again. That would drive her insane. She needed him to keep fucking her. Needed the release he could give her.

  That was what she could say to him. “Please. I need to come. You’re making me feel so good, if I don’t come I’ll go crazy. Please keep fucking me. Please make me come!”

  “That’s good.” He rubbed her clit. “That’s what I like to hear. How close are you?”

  “So fucking close!” She cried out wordlessly as he brought her even closer to the edge. “Please!”

  And then the orgasm hit. She bucked and shouted Darin’s name as pleasure so intense it took away all conscious thought hit her. Her body was on fire; her mind was gone. She knew nothing except that her new lover was still fucking her, still sending the peak of ecstasy higher and higher until she thought she might black out from the intensity. She moaned his name again. His finger on her clit was painful now. “Stop! Please!”

  He quickly took his finger away and stilled inside her. She panted for breath and leaned over the chair, trying to hold herself up because her legs shook so much she didn’t think they could do the job anymore. Her pussy contracted with an aftershock and she bucked again.

  “Are you all right?” Darin asked. He rubbed her back gently and she could hardly believe he was the same man who had taken her so forcefully.

  “I’m okay.” She took a few deep breaths. “That was—god, that was almost too much. Do it again.”

  He laughed. “I knew you’d like being fucked that way. Fast and hard, nice and nasty, right?”

  “Oh god, yes.” She pushed herself up from the chair but still braced herself with her arms. “We aren’t done yet.”

  “We are here.” He slowly withdrew from her and she stifled a protest. He went into the kitchen and returned a second later with his pants zipped. She assumed he had thrown away the condom. “But you forgot one thing. What are you supposed to say when you want me to stop righ
t away?”

  It took her a moment to remember. “Red.”

  “And what did you say?”

  “Stop.” She didn’t see how he could expect her to remember a random word in the heat of what they’d done. Then again, that was the point. It was a random word, and that was how he would know she meant it. “I’m sorry.”

  “If we’d been doing this a while, I would have to punish you for forgetting your safe word. But since we’re just getting started, I’ll give you a break.” He smiled and caressed her cheek. “It’s okay, but it’s important that you remember yellow and red. When we’re really into it, you might shout things you don’t really mean. You might say no or stop but mean exactly the opposite when you’re turned-on enough. If you use yellow or red, I’ll know you mean it. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” If he wasn’t sure whether she meant what she said, he might not stop. That would be bad if she really needed to stop. “I’ll remember.”

  “Good.” He kissed her briefly on the lips. “Where do you want the next round, baby? Couch? Bed? Floor?”

  “Let’s save the floor for the next time we can’t wait.” She held her breath when she realized what she’d said. She was assuming there would be a next time and that wasn’t something she was ready to discuss. For now she had to act as if this night would be all she’d have with him. “Bed. More room there to play.”

  “Sounds good to me.” He picked up one of the candlesticks and motioned to the others. “Bring one of those. Let’s keep the mood going in your room.”

  Carefully, Tracy picked up another candlestick and cupped her hand over the flame to keep it from blowing out while she led Darin to her bedroom. The room wasn’t huge, but she kept it neat and had made the bed that afternoon with a fresh white comforter and blue satin sheets she’d splurged on because she loved the feeling of satin against her bare skin.