Bring On the Heat

by Eden Bradley

  “I don’t have to tell you not to come, do I, Ryan?”

  “No, Mistress.” His voice came out with a harsh edge that sent a rush of blood to her clit.

  Using her thumb, she stroked the thick ridge on the underside of his dick, massaging out the fluid until another drop fell onto her pussy, then another. He gasped and then groaned when she fondled his tight balls with her fingertip. “Mmm, you want to come badly.”

  “Yes, Mistress, please.”

  She squeezed his dick hard and smiled as he thrust into her hand. “That wasn’t a question.”

  After pushing him away from her with her foot, she slid off the table. The urge to go to him, to kiss him until she couldn’t breathe filled her, but she denied herself. She wanted to go into their first kiss with a clear head. While it was admittedly weird that they’d been intensely sexual without kissing, it just seemed right. With Ryan she was going by instinct more than usual, a much more honest reaction than the structured scenes she orchestrated with her clients.

  At the thought of having to do a scene with one of her regulars her stomach clenched and she didn’t like the feeling of unease that came with that thought. Until she had enough money to go back to school and get her Master’s in Education, she was going to have a bitch of a time finding a good job in an area she wanted to live in. Pro-Domming was the only job that offered her excellent money, security, her own hours, and a host of other conveniences that made her life easier as well as keeping her parents in the home she grew up in. Unfortunately it came at the price of never being able to be in a monogamous relationship.

  Ryan took a small step forward. “How may I serve you, Mistress? Tell me what to do to help you find your happiness.”

  Tears actually came to her eyes and she turned her back on him, placing her hands on the table. After a couple of deep breaths she was able to pull herself back and rebuild some of the walls around her heart. No use crying about what she couldn’t have. She needed to live in the here and now, and give Ryan the reward of her total attention in return for his submission.

  Some people viewed D/s as all take on the part of the Dominant and all give on the part of the submissive, but that wasn’t true. It was a power exchange, not a power grab, and as such, she had to be aware of what Ryan was feeling at all times. Right now, his concern and worry for her radiated off of him in waves. She needed to lose herself in him, needed his submission, needed his affection and comfort.

  “I want you on the table, on your back.”

  When he did as she asked she had to bite her lip at the sight of his heavy balls. She’d never really been into a man’s testicles this much before, but something about Ryan’s had her wanting to play with them. To make the skin tighten as she sucked on one, then the other. The thought of his guttural moans brought more heat to her veins until she was pretty sure she could come just by rubbing her clit on the edge of the table.

  But she wanted more.

  In an easy move, she climbed onto the wide table and scooted up until she could straddle his face. With her pussy just inches above his mouth, she was sure he could see her obvious arousal. With a groan he started to move, but she made a tsking sound and he froze.

  “Bad boy. You know better than to move without my permission.”

  “Forgive me, Mistress.” Ryan’s voice was thick with arousal. “I find I have terrible self-control around you. Right now there is a tiny drop of your honey just waiting to drip off your soaked cunt and into my mouth. I want to taste you like you wouldn’t believe.”

  With a little moan she sank down until she was just hovering over his lips. He didn’t move, but his warm breath tormented her as he panted between her thighs. She was so turned on she didn’t doubt for a moment that her pussy was indeed dripping wet.

  Unable to resist the relief his mouth offered, she sank all the way down and said, “You made a mess all over my pussy with your wayward cock. Clean me and make me come with your mouth and tongue.”

  To her delight he didn’t immediately devour her. Instead he cleaned her outer labia of their combined arousal, only teasingly lapping at her slit. Then with broad strokes of his tongue he began to stroke her from the wet entrance of her sheath all the way to the straining bundle of nerves that she wanted his tongue on, now.

  As he continued to lick, she shifted her hips so his tongue pushed apart her swollen labia to get to her clit. At the first brush of his mouth directly on her swollen nub she shuddered, then moaned when he circled her clit with the tip of his tongue. Once he’d found how she liked her bud to be stroked, he began to work her with a skill that left her whimpering.

  She wanted to collapse with the pleasure of his mouth on her and her legs trembled when he wrapped his full lips around her clit and suckled.

  “Stop,” she gasped. “I’m going to fall.”

  Without waiting for her permission, Ryan sat up and easily lifted her onto his lap in a remarkably smooth move. She ached at the sight of her juices on his mouth. She slowly sat up and licked at him, tasting herself on him and moaning when his cock jerked against her hip.

  “May I have permission to pleasure you with my fingers, Mistress?” His voice was as dark and rich as molasses at this point with a hint of his faint Middle Eastern accent sneaking through.

  “You may.” Hell, he could have asked for just about anything at this point and she’d say yes. Looking up at him, watching him enjoy giving her pleasure, was a decadent aphrodisiac.

  He moved her so she laid more securely fully across his lap, cradled by his thick arms decorated with their stories. She’d never seen a more beautiful man in all of her life and emotions dangerous to her wellbeing tried to surface in her heart, but she wouldn’t let them. While she fought her internal battle, Ryan was too entranced by her body to notice. His total absorption as he touched her made those fuzzy feelings even harder to ignore. The obvious adoration in his gaze humbled her.

  Many submissives thought they knew what it was like to worship someone, but they were wrong. There were very few subs who truly worshiped their Tops. When Ryan looked at her it was like watching him admire at a beautiful piece of art. He reverently stroked her skin all the way down her stomach to the mound of her pussy. She undulated beneath his touch in a wave of need. He made a thick, rumbling sound and slid his fingers down the slit of her sex, driving her crazy with the need to come.

  “I love feeling how hard your little clit is, Mistress.” He stroked her there, gently pulling back the hood while she spread her legs wider, encouraging him with a tilt of her hips.

  Pricking her sharp nails into the heavy muscle of his left pectoral she ground out, “Touch me.”

  His dark gaze snapped to hers and she loved the fire she saw there. While he was submissive, he was also a confident, very experienced, grown man, and he knew how to bring her pleasure quicker than she could even bring herself. His clever fingers massaged her aching bud, making her arch against him as he rubbed her in swift, rhythmic circles. When he increased the pressure of his thick fingers on her clit, she cried out, and when he leaned down and kissed her, she came all over his hand in a hot rush of fluid.

  The first stroke of his lips against hers was bliss. Even as her orgasm surged, she kissed him back as best she could while moaning and writhing in his lap. Her movements rubbed against his cock and he made a pained noise. He withdrew his fingers and she turned, straddling him. The hot length of his cock throbbed between them but she hesitated. Things were going way too fast and sex was a line she wasn’t ready to cross with him yet. She knew enough about Ryan to be certain that once she made love to him he wouldn’t let her go.

  The thought scared her, and at the same time, made her yearn for that self-denied intimacy.

  A deep contentment moved through her as the orgasm faded, making her lazy with gentle pleasure and she slumped forward, wrapping her arms around Ryan’s neck while she slowly ground her pussy against him. “If I keep moving like this, will you orgasm for me? Will you shoot your come a
ll over my stomach so it can drip down over my pussy?”

  “Fuck, yes…yes Mistress.” He let out a low growl as she picked up the pace of her hips. “You feel so damn good, so hot and wet. I just know your pussy is going to be snug around my cock when you’re ready for me. It’ll be heaven and hell as I try to keep from coming instantly.”

  She loved his dirty talk, it made her already growing desire burn bright, and she leaned back so she was supporting herself with her arms. Looking down her stomach, she licked her lips. “I want to watch you jerk off on my pussy while I touch myself.”

  Pre-cum coated the head of his cock and he fisted himself, squeezing the base of his cock and milking out a nice, fat drop. He then smeared the liquid down his shaft which was already slick from her drenched pussy rubbing against him. Her heart raced as she slid her hand between her thighs and began to play with her still-sensitive sex in a rough manner. Pinching at her clit, she held it tight then released the little bundle of nerves, crying out as the blood rushed back into her rapidly swelling bud in a rush that had her eager once again for her own release.

  Ryan made a pained noise as she sank two fingers into her pussy and began to pump them in and out. “You’re right, Ryan, my pussy is snug. Nice and tight. You’re going to stretch me almost to the point of pain but I’m going to love every minute of it. I like it rough.”

  “Please let me fuck you,” he rasped as he jerked his dick harder, the veins in his forearms standing out as his gaze remained locked on her sex.

  “No.” She shivered at his snarl and closed her eyes. “Come for me, Ryan. I want you to rub your cum on my pussy.”

  His breathing picked up pace and a few moments later his loud bellow filled the room. Warm liquid splashed on her hand and she rubbed it against her pussy. She almost lost her balance when he quickly shifted position so that he was lying with his face between her legs.

  “I made a mess. Let me clean you, Mistress.”

  She was so aroused that she couldn’t speak, only nod as he buried his face against her sex with a low growl. The suction of his mouth had her moaning long and hard as his lips covered her hand a moment later, sucking his cum from her fingers. She removed her hand and grabbed the back of his head with it, forcing his face into her pussy. He quickly suckled her clit and she came again, arching into his mouth and crying out in sheer pleasure. The smooth slide of his tongue was perfect as he licked her down from her orgasm, gentling his touch at just the right moments and making her post orgasm bliss extend seemingly forever. When he finally lifted his head she was as limp as a ragdoll and smiling from ear to ear.

  He chuckled and slid off the table. “Did I do okay?”

  “Mmhmm.”

  “Thank you for giving me the chance to please you, Emma. You have no idea how much your trust means to me.”

  Her smile faded and she sat up with a sigh. “Don’t remind me about trust issues right now, okay? I just want to enjoy you, not think.”

  “As you wish.”

  He helped her off the table and they stood with their bodies pressed together. Already his cock was beginning to get hard again and she bit her lower lip. “So, what’s next?”

  The intent look in his dark eyes was too much for her so she looked away, unused to being the first one to break eye contact. “Dinner. I thought we could eat outside on the upper deck and watch the sun set.”

  Emma looked down at the exquisite pale peach couture dress as it fluttered in the soft breeze and sighed. It was the perfect dress for a romantic date, something that this dinner with Ryan couldn’t be. They were just two friends who happened to enjoy fooling around.

  No biggie.

  That lie was too enormous for even her to swallow.

  She was in so much trouble.

  She should be pleading a headache or saying she was seasick in order to get out of this dinner. When she’d tried to summon the courage to plead with Ryan to take her back she really had felt sick. Now, here she was, disgusted by her own lack of self-control and eagerly waiting like a love-sick teenager for Ryan to appear. She had to be some kind of emotional masochist because she knew there was no chance of a real relationship with Ryan, yet here she stood, letting herself fall for him harder than she’d ever fallen for any guy.

  Warm hands wrapped around her waist from behind as Ryan kissed her neck then ran his lips over the pulse banging in her throat. She ached to have him between her legs, to have his cock shoving up into her, but the orgasms he’d given her earlier let her regain some of her control, which he seemed intent on seducing away. She’d already allowed Ryan more liberties than she’d ever let a submissive have, but it seemed right. Dominance and submission was a fluid thing for her, but always in the background of her soul. Sometimes she was deep into the moment and needed his complete submission. At other times, it was nice to let the leash slip a bit and allow him to give in to his baser urges—especially when his touch made her body hum.

  “Emma,” he whispered against her skin, “do you mind if we have dinner like a vanilla guy and a girl enjoying the sunset together?”

  She laughed and stepped away just a bit, enough to look at him over her shoulder. The move had been intended to calm her libido down, but it had the complete opposite effect. When she caught sight of him standing there in a pair of black pants that looked very soft to the touch and a crisp white button down shirt, her breath caught. Turning to face him fully, she took another step back and let her appreciation of him fill her gaze. She wanted him to know she found him attractive, that his efforts to please her made her happy.

  Men were very simple creatures who wanted to be acknowledged as being good providers. It was probably some kind of instinct left over from the caveman days.

  In truth, he’d outdone himself. A lovely table was set up off to the side with a flower arrangement consisting of daffodils, fragrant white roses, and irises. The wind was gentle enough tonight that it only occasionally ruffled the petals of the flowers, making them shimmer as the sun set. Two silver covered dishes gleamed softly in the lights from the electric candles artfully placed around them. It was everything romantic, everything she’d ever wanted in a date. And that’s what this part of their night was, their date.

  The thought made her nervous and she looked away from Ryan’s body before her gaze reached his face. “This is beautiful and I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”

  His lips quirked in a smile but he nodded then gestured to the table. “Shall we?”

  A tingle raced through her elbow when he touched her there to gently guide her to her chair in a very old-world show of manners. When he took a seat on the other side of the table she detected a hint of nerves on his face before he caught her watching. His expression smoothed out and his earlier small smile returned. Part of her wanted to poke at him to see what was bothering him; she really didn’t like her submissive having secrets from her. If she didn’t know what was wrong she couldn’t fix it. And if she couldn’t fix it, she would find someone who could. So seeing unhappiness on Ryan’s face irritated her, but they hadn’t reached the point yet where she had the right to dominate him outside of the bedroom or the dungeon.

  “What’s for dinner?” she said with an easy smile.

  Shifting in his chair, he looked down at his plate instead of in her eyes. “Well, okay, I know this is dumb and you’ll probably think I’m some kind of psycho, which I swear I’m not, but I had my chef make Chicken Florentine for us.”

  “That’s one of my favorites. How did you know?” She narrowed her eyes. “You found it out during your cyberstalking, didn’t you?”

  “I didn’t cyberstalk you.” He looked away then back at the flower arrangement. “I found out another way.”

  “How? Did you look in my kitchen window?”

  “No. Good god, why do you make me sound like a psychopath?”

  “If the cyberstalking shoe fits…”

  Groaning, he looked out over the water rather than at her. “It was in your yearboo
k photo. You know that list of stupid questions they ask you about your favorite stuff? Your favorite food was Chicken Florentine.”

  “You remembered that?”

  “Um…not really.”

  “I’m confused.”

  With a sigh he rubbed his face. “I dug my yearbook out of storage last week.”

  “Really?” She tried to hide her smile, but she really liked the idea that he’d wanted to see her that way, to remember her.

  “Yeah.” Suddenly, he chuckled and met her gaze. “There was some shit in there that I’d totally forgotten about.”

  “When we get back I’d like to look at it, if that’s okay. I’m pretty sure there was a picture of you in there looking super dorky as you played air guitar.”

  “Fuck. I was hoping you forgot that picture.”

  “How could I ever forget your orgasm face? You looked like you were about to come in your pants.”

  “Hey, that was my intense look.”

  “Is that what they call it now?”

  His laughter echoed over the water and she couldn’t help but laugh with him. The warmth of his joy was contagious and by the time they’d both calmed she was still suffering little aftershocks of giggles. God, it had been so long since she’d enjoyed a man’s company this much.

  The tension eased between them and she was suddenly ravenous. Ryan leaned over and removed the lid from her plate, sending up a gentle thread of steam and a delicious aroma that made her stomach growl. Evidently, Terry wasn’t only a goddess at massage, she was also a master chef.

  After the first bite, Emma moaned in appreciation. “This is awesome.”

  “I’m glad you like it.”

  During the meal they talked a little bit about what they’d done since high school and mutual friends. Ryan had returned to the area last year after living out in California for several years. He’d been lured back by a partnership offer with a buddy of his in a computer security firm. His dad only lived four hours away from him now, a drivable distance to the western side of Michigan near her parents, and he had extended family on his mother’s side in the area.