by K. M. Scott
God, his deep voice feels like it’s traveling right to the center of my being. I close my eyes and say quietly, “I guess I’m just a little nervous.”
As he gently fastens his hand on the front of my neck, he says in a voice so low I can barely hear him, “You look beautiful tonight. This dress accentuates all my favorite parts of your body. Did you know that?”
“No. I was afraid it make me look too hippy and showed off my worst part,” I reluctantly admit as my hands move to cover my legs, afraid he’ll agree with me or worse, say nothing.
He remains silent but takes my hand to lead me over to the windows. Standing behind me again, he places his hand back on my throat and nuzzles just under my ear, saying in a deep voice, “When I eat your pussy in a few minutes, anyone in that building there will be able to see your entire body because you’ll be naked in front of all these windows. Do you know what they’ll see?”
I lean back to melt into his body and answer, “No.”
“They’ll see a gorgeous woman being worshipped by a man who can’t help but adore her. They won’t see a body part. You’re beautiful because of the sum of your parts, not for one part alone.”
Closing my eyes, I let his wonderful words sink into my brain. All those times that I’d been so self-conscious about some part of my body, all I’d wanted to hear was something like that and no one has ever said it to me. Until now.
He could command me to do anything in the world, and after hearing those words I wouldn’t refuse him. As I stand there looking out at the city in front of me, I don’t want to refuse him. I don’t know if it’s the way he phrases things or the sound of his voice when he says them, but his words enchant me like no one’s ever have before.
Ian wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly to him, and says low in my ear, “There’s nothing sexier than a woman who knows how to give herself to a man, Kristina.”
I want to say yes, that I wish I could be that kind of woman, but I push my insecurities down and remain silent. Maybe if I don’t say anything, he won’t see that I’m really not that woman he finds so desirable.
Not yet, anyway.
But I want to be that. I want to be the kind of woman who turns him on like no other.
His mouth presses against the tender skin just below my right ear and lingers there, sending ribbons of desire winding through my body. My gaze focuses on a light in an apartment in the building across the way as Ian’s hands slowly slide my dress up to the top of my thighs, revealing my garter belt and bare pussy.
“Do you think he can see us?” he asks with a devilish lilt to his voice, as if having someone watch us is exactly what he hopes for.
“I don’t know,” I say quietly while his fingers tease the skin where my body meets my legs. Then a thought occurs to me. Has Ian put on this show with other women before? I don’t want to think he has, but the idea quickly begins to grow in my mind, making me tense up when he slides his finger through my wet folds.
“Something wrong, Kristina?”
I hear in his voice a displeasure that upsets me even more than the thought of him with other women. Shaking my head, I whisper, “No.”
His hand leaves my body, a sign he doesn’t believe my lie. Walking around to face me, he stands in front of me, shielding me from the potential prying eyes of the person across the street. He stares with those dark eyes studying my expression and smiles. “Better?”
Smiling, I nod my head as he cradles my face in his hands, making me feel cherished and important. “Thank you.”
“Tell me, did you obey my command not to touch yourself this morning?”
My heart pounds against my chest as my brain plays tug of war with itself. Do I lie again, only to be caught, or do I tell him the truth, surely upsetting our time together? His gaze zeroes in on my eyes, and I’m sure he sees right through me. I have no choice. I have to tell the truth.
Fearing I’m about to ruin our night, I take a deep breath and bite my lip nervously. His eyes never veer from mine, silently commanding me once again to obey him. I can’t stand up to his scrutiny and look away as I give my answer.
“No.”
I feel entirely alone as I stare out the window, wishing the possible person across the street was there so I could pretend to speak to him to ease my tension as I wait for Ian to say something. One syllable and I fear it’s revealed who I am and made him dislike me. I can’t help but anticipate his next words, praying they aren’t him telling me to leave.
He remains silent, but I can sense his stare on my cheek. The room feels like all the air has been sucked out, and I can’t help but close my eyes to avoid the truth.
This is why everyone leaves. Who would want to be with someone who can’t even do the simplest thing to show she can be trusted?
“Look at me, Kristina.”
His words sound clipped, like he’s working to keep his temper even. I don’t immediately obey this command either, too scared to turn my head and face what will happen.
“Look at me now.”
There’s no mistaking his tone. He’s angry. Quietly, I say, “I’m sorry,” and hang my head.
His hand gently grips my jaw and turns my head so I have no choice but to face him. Opening my eyes, I see his dark eyes gleaming and his mouth hitched up into a smile.
“I knew you wouldn’t do as I asked. Maybe it was unfair to make that demand,” he says as he pushes my hair behind my left ear.
“You aren’t angry with me?”
Ian shakes his head. “No. It’s more important that you told me the truth. I need to know I can trust you. Making you ignore your natural urge to feel good wasn’t the right way to find that out. I’m sorry.”
“You can trust me, Ian. I promise. I’m sorry I couldn’t stop myself, but your texts got me so excited…” I let my sentence trail off as I watched the smile slide from his face. Had I said something wrong?
“I want to ask you something, Kristina.”
“Anything. You can ask me whatever you want.”
“Will you be my muse?”
His question registers in my brain, but I can’t understand how I could be his muse. “What do you mean? How could someone like me be a muse for an historical fiction writer?”
Ian traces his fingertip along the swell of my lower lip and leans in to kiss me softly. “I’ve begun to write something new, different from the books I usually write.”
“What would I do as your muse?”
His eyes sparkle as he speaks. “You’d inspire me. That’s what a muse does.”
“How could I inspire you? What kind of book is this?”
“It’s an erotic story. It came to me one night after watching a movie.” His voice drops and he adds, “One of your movies.”
I can’t help but feel enchanted as I stand there listening to him confess he began writing something sensual after watching me. I kiss him softly on the lips and whisper, “I’d be honored to be your muse, Ian.”
His smile thrills me, but then his expression changes to one far more serious. “I need you to promise me to keep this our secret, Kristina. No one else can know.”
“Okay. Why?”
“Think of it like nude photos of yourself. While in context they might be tasteful and beautiful, if they got into the wrong hands, your career might suffer because of it.”
“Are you worried your fans wouldn’t like this new book?”
“Yes, so I’m going to be writing under a pseudonym. I don’t want you hurt by this either, though, so unless you can promise this will remain a secret between us and only us, we can’t go any further.”
I sense him backing away even as he stands in front of me. I don’t want to stop what we’re doing. Never before have I felt so sexy and desirable with a man.
“No. I promise not to tell a soul. Just between you and me.”
He strokes my cheek with the back of his hand and kisses me on the tip of my nose. “Good. Now about our friend across the way…”
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sp; Before I can ask what he means, Ian lowers himself to his knees and slides his palms over my thighs to the top of my garter belt. His soft touch thrills me. I close my eyes as he leans forward to press his mouth to my sex and his tongue flattens against my sensitive skin, sending a jolt of need to my core.
Leaning back, he looks up at me. “I’ll let you stay dressed while I eat your pussy for him, but after you come the first time, I want him to see all of you as I take you right here.”
Nothing in what he says asks permission or allows for any doubt on my part. I know this. If his words didn’t make it clear, the look in his eyes does. He’s hungry for me—as hungry for me as I am for him. It makes me want to please him even more.
“What if I want him to see you going down on me too?” I ask, almost daring him to deny me.
The sparkle in his eyes that’s been there since he asked me to be his muse flashes the purest look of need I’ve ever seen and he says in a voice low and deep, “Take the dress off, Kristina.”
I slide my dress over my head and then I’m standing in full view of anyone nearby in just my bra, garter belt, and stockings. Ian licks his lips and grins, but says nothing, instead grabbing the backs of my thighs and pulling me roughly to him. Without pause, he returns to devour my wet pussy, his tongue sending strings of delight through me as he flicks my needy clit.
The urge to close my eyes is strong, but I don’t want to hide behind them and pretend. I want to be the sexual creature Ian sees me as—his beautiful and erotic muse. When he lifts my leg and slings it over his shoulder to bury his tongue deep inside my cunt, I dig my fingers into his collarbone to hang on, loving how I feel there on display.
His fingers spread me wide, and Ian sucks my clit between his lips. Just as I think I can’t handle any more, I feel his teeth bite down gently and I’m lost. My leg buckles as my orgasm rushes over me, and every inch of my body feels like it’s flying. I sense Ian’s hands holding me up, but I can’t feel anything but the complete and utter ecstasy of coming from the incredible sensations his mouth created in me.
“I bet he loved seeing that,” Ian whispers as he plants tiny kisses along my inner thigh.
Looking down, I smile at how sexy he looks kneeling in front of me. Tousling his hair with my fingers, I want more. I want to feel him inside me, stretching me to take all of him.
“Come here.”
Instead of standing, he pulls me down onto the floor and kisses me, his lips still wet from going down on me. I taste myself on his tongue as it teases mine. Moaning his name, I fumble with his zipper as I try to free his cock.
“Not yet,” he warns as he moves my hand away.
“Why?” I don’t mean to whine, but it comes out like that because I want more.
“Sit on my lap and straddle my legs.”
I do as he tells me to and quickly realize what he has in mind when he removes my bra. Tugging his hair harder than I should, I pull him toward one nipple, and he roughly takes it into his mouth. He sucks hard, making my tender skin pebble instantly and my pussy run wet with the need to come again. I instinctively rock against him and feel his hard cock beneath his pants as I grind against the full length of him.
“You like it rough?” he asks as he leans back away from me.
“No, not usually,” I answer as he pinches my excited nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my clit.
“You do with me.”
Needy for more, I pull his hair hard to direct his mouth to my other breast, eager for his lips to repeat their delicious torture. He sucks it hard, his teeth sinking into the base of my nipple harder than before. His hands squeeze my tender flesh, one surrounding where his mouth is and the other pinching my other nipple so both get to enjoy his attention.
His touch borders on pain I’m not sure I can withstand, but I stop myself from crying out, wanting it more than I want him to stop. Just as I’m sure I can’t take anymore, he slides his right hand down to my pussy and thrusts two fingers inside me. They graze a spot only he seems to find, and I whimper his name softly.
My nipple pops out of his mouth as he turns his focus to his fingers’ movement, and instantly I miss the feel of his lips and teeth on me. He sees the loss on my face, and smiling a devilish grin, says, “My girl definitely likes it rough. We’ll get back to that later, though.”
“Later?” I ask, disappointment covering me as he slides his fingers out of me. “Why?”
“We have a show to put on for that man over there. We wouldn’t want to let him down, would we?”
His mouth slants over mine in a kiss so passionate and deep that he nearly takes my breath away. This show excites him.
“You really like this thing with others seeing us, don’t you?”
Ian draws his finger from my lips down between my breasts and nods. “I do. You do too.”
I can’t deny that something about a stranger in the dark watching us excites me. I’ve never been an exhibitionist, but with Ian I want to do things I’ve never considered. What does that man look like, though? Is he old? Young? Short? Who is he?
Standing, Ian pulls me to my feet and kisses me long and hard, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth play with mine. He turns me around to face the window so he’s standing behind me and drags his fingertip up my wet slit.
“I want him to see all of you when I fuck your tight cunt.”
“Yes,” I whisper as I hear his pants drop to the floor and feel his hard cock nudge my ass. “Don’t wait, Ian.”
He rears back away from me and for a moment I’m alone waiting to feel him again. Then his hand is on my throat as he rams his cock into me and says in my ear, “Tell me how you feel, Kristina. Tell me everything.”
“Full…hot…don’t stop.”
“Never. I need to feel you around me.”
Ian thrusts his hips forward, stretching me for a long moment before he slowly slides out of me, leaving my body needy for more.
“Faster…please…”
My pleas are met with him slamming into me over and over, the swollen head of his cock rubbing that spot that feels like heaven. I come as his hand tightens around my throat and he says, “That’s one. You want more?”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly. My body aches for more.
Ian fucks me until I come twice more, but still he doesn’t come. I wonder what’s wrong, but he seems happy and content, whispering in my ear, “Ready to change the show for our friend?”
I turn to see him smiling and nod my agreement. “I want him to see you come.”
“Then down on your knees.”
Lowering myself to the wood floor, I feel the hardness press against my knees and instantly wish Ian had wanted something else. Never as big a fan of going down on men as other women are, it simply isn’t what I consider my best position, and all I can think of as I stare up at him is that he’ll be as disappointed with my performance as I usually am.
“Is something wrong, Kristina?”
I shake my head and press a smile onto my lips. “No.”
Ian crouches down in front of me and takes my face in his hands. “Don’t be scared. It’s no different than what we were just doing. I want you to enjoy yourself.”
My brows knit, and I know my face shows the concern filling me with dread. “I just—”
“Don’t worry. There’s no way a beautiful mouth like yours won’t make me feel more incredible than I’ve ever felt before.”
“Okay.”
He stands and as he winks at me like a sign that we’re in this together, he wraps his hand around his cock and feeds it to me, slowly sliding it into my waiting mouth. His skin tastes musky and has a hint of saltiness to it, and suddenly I realize I’m tasting me on him. My eyes open wide and for a moment I think about telling him I can’t do this.
I’ve never done this before after a man’s been inside me. A mixture of emotions fill my mind, but then I look up and see him staring down at me and I want to make him happy. To make him feel as good as he’
s made me feel tonight. So I push my fear and nerves aside and do just that.
Make him happy.
His cock is long and thicker than anyone I’ve been with, so it doesn’t take long for my jaw to ache. I can only take about half his length into my mouth, but I work the bottom half with my hand, pumping his soft skin as I suck the top and head. His moans tell me I’m doing it right, but I can’t help but wish I was better at this.
His hands slide through my hair and roughly tighten into fists. Pain skitters across my scalp as he tugs my head down onto his cock. My eyes closed now, I hear him say, “Let me see what that pretty mouth can really do.”
He directs me to go as fast as he wants, easing my head down slowly until nearly all of his cock disappears into my mouth, and then he pulls my head up quickly so he nearly pops out from between my lips. Over and over, he does this as he groans how good it feels and how much he loves the feel of my mouth on him.
I feel his balls tighten near my hand and he tugs my hair so hard tears come to my eyes. About to come, he slides nearly all of his cock out of my mouth until just a few inches are left inside me and groans, “Take it all, baby.”
His cock throbbing, he floods my mouth, and the hot liquid rolls down the back of my throat. I’ve never finished going down on a man, always choosing to stop before they came, so this is the first time I’m tasting anyone. The experience is strangely empowering as I look up and see Ian with his eyes closed and a look of complete ecstasy covering his face.
In that moment, I forget about the possible audience across the street and focus entirely on the man there with me. For the first time, it’s just Ian and me, and I want more than anything to know I’ve made him happy.
Kristina gently snores next to me, easing me out of a sound sleep as my brain tries to figure out why there’d be a noise in my room. I’m not used to having someone in my bed, but as I open my eyes all the way to watch her, I like the feeling of having her there.
I push her brown hair off her face and see her mouth turns down into a tiny pout as she sleeps. It reminds me of every picture I’ve ever seen of babies sleeping. I reach out and softly touch her bottom lip, tracing the softness of her skin as I remember the pleasure her mouth gave me hours earlier.
