“Come on, guys, this is still new,” Siobhan protested. “Shouldn’t I wait to find out what he’s into?”
“He went after you on purpose, my dear,” Vanessa said. “Not only because you have boobs for days, but because you’re an experienced woman. You’re good at taking the lead and giving orders. I’m betting he’s more than willing to take some direction from you.”
“Did someone say bet?”
EIGHT
A chime cut through the music on the car stereo, signaling an incoming call. Charlie thumbed the controller on the steering wheel. “O’Halloran.”
“Hello, Mr. O’Halloran.” Siobhan’s warm voice filled the front seat. “I wanted to call and say that I received your flowers.”
Charlie smiled as he adjusted the volume, even though Siobhan couldn’t see it. “Do you like them?”
“Very much.” She paused. “So did my friends.”
Uh-oh. “I asked for them to be delivered at closing so that you could avoid any questions if you wanted to.”
“I appreciate that, but Nadia and I have a couple of friends join us for afternoon tea and talk on Tuesdays. They were all here when the flowers arrived.”
“Oh.” He paused, trying to gauge her mood. He’d debated whether or not sending the flowers was a good idea and in the end had trusted his instincts. “I guess they wanted to know why you were getting flowers.”
“They figured that out rather quickly. Apparently all of them, even my best friend and business partner, had placed bets on how long it would take us to do the horizontal tango. They even had a separate bet on which of us would be the instigator.”
“Are you upset?” She didn’t sound upset, but she was a woman and he was clueless about women on the best days.
“Amused and aggravated mostly,” she answered. “If you knew my friends, you wouldn’t be surprised.”
Women who bet on when one of their friends would have sex? He couldn’t begin to imagine what their “tea and talk” had been like. “Did you tell them about today?”
“It’s the only way I was able to get out of there on time. They’re enthusiastically supportive of this.”
“Then I say we give them something to be enthusiastic about.”
She remained silent for so long he wondered if he’d overstepped. “Siobhan?”
“I’m trying to decide if I should reward you or punish you.”
His cock perked up at that. “Why not put both on the menu?”
She laughed. “I like the way you think, Mr. O’Halloran. Are you on the way over?”
“Sure am. Is there anything you need?”
“Besides the obvious?” The amusement in her voice washed over him like music. “Actually, I do need you to do something for me.”
“Of course, what is it?”
“Stop at the grocery store.”
The hard edge of command in her tone was unmistakable. So was the hard ridge rising in his pants. “Yes, ma’am. What do you need?”
“Honey,” she answered. “Chocolate sauce. Your choice of raspberries or strawberries. You also need to get some whipped cream, the kind that comes in the can.”
Damn. His mind instantly conjured images of dripping honey across her nipples and down her belly, then taking his time licking it off. “May I ask what’s for dessert?”
“You may.” She paused.
Oh. Right. He slowed to a stop at an intersection. “What are we having for dessert?”
“Your favorite and mine. Us.”
Thank God he was at a traffic light. He reached down to adjust himself. “I’m going to have some trouble walking around a grocery store sporting wood, Ms. Malloy.”
“You’re a resourceful guy, Mr. O’Halloran,” came her airy reply. “I’m sure you’ll figure out something short of providing relief. Understood?”
He suddenly felt lightheaded. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. Get here in one piece, without a speeding ticket. I’ll be waiting. Remember, good things come to those who wait and those who wait get to come good.” She disconnected.
God. His body tight with anticipation, Charlie pulled into the parking lot of the first grocery store he saw. Jogging inside, he grabbed a basket, strategically placed it in front of his crotch, and gathered the requested items at breakneck speed, using the self-checkout to get out of the store and back in his car as soon as he could.
Siobhan. . . . He gripped the steering wheel, forcing himself to take a couple of deep breaths before he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. Something about her taking charge and giving him orders just did it for him. Hell, everything about her did it for him. Which meant he was in serious trouble.
His fantasies of her over the last couple of weeks had been hot but basic standard stuff—her going down on him, his face buried between her thighs, bending her over while fucking her from behind. After yesterday, with the dance and the thought of her in leather, his fantasies had changed. Last night he’d dreamed of kneeling at her feet, naked, his hands tied behind his back, waiting to pleasure her however she wanted. The vision of her as a dominatrix had been so powerful that he’d awaken to find himself already stroking his cock, halfway to coming.
Now he wondered if those fantasies could become a reality. If he could dare do more than hint at discipline and straight out ask her for it. Asked her to tie him up and have her way with him. Push him to the edge, then push him over. Not every time, but once in a while would be good. Better than good.
Siobhan lived a couple of miles inland from the bay, her neighborhood a collection of bungalows and ranch-style homes with neat, landscaped yards. He pulled into the drive behind her cherry-red Ford Falcon convertible, grabbed his purchases off the seat, and jogged to the front door. With his blood pounding in his ears and his cock straining against his zipper, he rang the doorbell.
* * *
Siobhan opened her door, careful to remain out of sight behind it. Charlie stepped over the threshold, gorgeous in a navy blue shirt and gray pants. She closed and locked the door behind him after he entered, then waited for him to turn to face her.
He did, gulping audibly, and she knew she’d achieved the desired impact. She’d changed into a chiffon halter-style baby-doll in bright red, with a matching G-string, sheer robe, and her favorite marabou slippers. It was one of her favorite outfits and she wore it when she wanted to feel especially sexy. Like now.
Charlie held out the bag to her, his gaze so like a physical caress that her nipples pearled in response. “I bought the stuff you wanted.”
“Thank you.” Pleased with the effect she had on him, she took the bag. “I think we can save the tour for later. Follow me.”
She led him deeper into the living room, full of sleek but comfortable mid-century modern furniture. She’d already prepared everything she wanted here, figuring it would be easier to clean up than in the bedroom.
“Take off your clothes and put them there,” she ordered, gesturing to the sofa. “Then I want you to sit in that wooden chair.”
He swallowed again, but began to unbutton his shirt. “Is this reward or punishment?”
“It depends on whether you keep asking questions or not.”
He pressed his lips together, but she could see desire ignite in his gaze. Vanessa’s words rang clear in Siobhan’s mind. Maybe Charlie wasn’t opposed to a little direction after all. Maybe he wanted more.
While he undressed, she went into the kitchen and prepared the fruit and sauces, loading everything onto a tray along with a damp washcloth. By the time she returned to the living room Charlie was naked and seated in one of her straight-backed dining chairs that she’d placed beside the sofa.
Setting the tray onto the side table, she turned to face him, her heart beating a staccato rhythm. He sat with his hands on his knees, feet spread, his cock jutting up in all its happy glory. Charlie was a gorgeous man on any given day, but naked he was a thing of beauty, his build athletic but not over-defined, skin sun-kissed and c
overed with a dusting of golden hair.
“You’re a beautiful man, Charlie O’Halloran,” she told him, loosening the sash at her waist. He tracked her movements avidly as she approached, twirling the bright red ribbon through her fingers. She trailed the slash over his shoulders, down his chest, across his thighs, then around his cock. He sucked in a breath, ab muscles flexing, his erection thickening as it bobbed between his legs.
Desire pooled low in her belly, dampening her panties. The urge to straddle his thighs and impale herself rode her hard, making her bite her lips in self-defense. Moving behind him, she let her hands roam over his neck, across his shoulders, down his back, her nails lightly scoring his skin. She smiled when he shivered in response, then leaned over to breathe in his ear.
“You got to have your dessert first yesterday. I didn’t get dessert at all, so I have to punish you for that. Hands behind your back.”
He complied without question, muscles flexing beneath his golden skin. She looped the sash through one of the slats in the chair, then wound it around his wrists before tying the ends into a bow. If he had wanted to get free, he probably could have, but it would have taken more than a couple of seconds of effort.
Desire flushed his cheeks and brought his eyes to half-mast as she stepped back in front of him. “Do I get to have dessert, Ms. Malloy?”
“Of course you do.” She slipped the robe off, tossing it onto the sofa, then reached up to untie the halter of her baby-doll. Making a show for him, for herself, she slid her hands down her throat and over the rise of her breasts, pushing the cups of the nightie down and away until the garment fell to the floor. Charlie tracked the motion, licking his lips as she revealed her body to him.
The heat in his gaze, the obvious desire sent a raft of emotions sweeping through her—pride, need, feminine confidence. She controlled his pleasure. She would give him what he wanted, give them what they both wanted, but on her own terms.
“Do you like honey, Charlie?” Heat crept through her, flushing her skin as she reached for the bear-shaped bottle. With slow, deliberate movements she upended the bottle and squeezed a sticky-sweet trail over her left breast, paying extra attention to the puckered nipple.
“Y-yes,” he answered on a rasp, his lips parting as he watched her pick up one of the raspberries. She slid the puckered fruit through the honey slicking her left nipple, circling her areola, tightening her nipple even more in the process. Keeping her gaze locked to Charlie’s she raised the honey-coated berry to her mouth. The surprise and disappointment that colored his features would have been comical if she’d truly meant to deny him, but she didn’t. Not when it meant she’d have to deny herself.
She held the raspberry out to him. He took it without hesitation, his tongue warm as he sucked the honey from her fingers before chewing the berry. It was her turn to moan as she watched his mouth work.
“Hmm, maybe we should try chocolate this time.” She picked up the bottle of chocolate syrup then squirted a curlicue of sauce onto her right breast, shivering a little as the cool chocolate hit her lust-warmed skin.
“You’re cold. I could warm that up for you, Ms. Malloy.” Though his voice held a teasing note, his expression showed how desperately he wanted her to agree to his suggestion.
“What an excellent idea, Mr. O’Halloran.” She stepped forward until she straddled him, the kitten heels on her slippers giving her enough height to not be awkward. Even so, the head of his cock brushed against her panty-covered mound, making them both groan.
“Maybe . . .” Charlie cleared his throat. “Maybe you’d be more comfortable if you removed that? I could warm you up from the inside too.”
It was a tempting suggestion, which was why she’d kept the panties on. She ground her teeth against the pulsing need to free his hands, to pull aside her panties and plunge down on him, riding him until they both fell apart. Her hands slid down her sides to the waistband of her panties of their own volition until she caught herself. Instead, she settled her hands on his shoulders, ignoring his knowing smirk. She’d told him good things were worth the wait, which meant she’d have to wait too. But not for the feel of his mouth on her.
“Taste me now.”
He leaned forward eagerly, the tip of his tongue grazing the swollen peak of her chocolate-covered breast. Just a light touch that teased them both. She stared in fascination as he licked her sensitive flesh with the flat of his tongue, taking care to get every bit of the sauce before sucking her puckered nipple into the warmth of his mouth.
Her eyes slid closed on exquisite sensation as he suckled, the pull of his mouth shooting an echoing pull deep into her core. She moaned, her hips rocking in a blind search for relief, pressing her mound against the hard ridge of his arousal.
He bucked his hips in response, trying to enter her, stopped by her panties. His shoulders jerked as he tried to reach for her, only to be stopped by the sash binding his hands. He growled as he pulled off her breast with an audible pop, only to move to her left, still covered with honey. With teeth and lips and tongue he fed on her, driving her need higher and higher.
It was almost too much. In danger of losing control of herself, of the situation, Siobhan opened her eyes as she pressed on his shoulders, moving back from his tantalizing mouth, the temptation of his cock. Disappointment slashed across his features, making her waver. She was wet, so very wet for him already. She had been from the moment she’d called him. While she knew the feel of his cock plunging deep inside her, she didn’t know the taste of it, and that desire won out.
He hissed as she drizzled a thin ribbon of chocolate sauce from the base of his throat to his chest before following the path with her mouth, kissing and nipping her way down his neck to his pectorals. He groaned aloud, his gaze unfocusing as she lightly set her teeth to one nipple, easing the sting with a long swipe of her tongue before moving to the other. After lapping up every bit of chocolate she poured more, licking and biting her way down his abs until she ended on her knees in front of him.
He was panting now, chest rising and falling rapidly, arms flexing as he strained against his binding, her name a rough scrape of sound on his lips.
“Not yet,” she said, as much for herself as for him. She reached for the honey. “I haven’t finished my dessert yet.”
His cock jerked. “God, Siobhan, I don’t think I can take it.”
“You can. You will.” She upended the bottle.
Honey coated the head of his cock, mixing with the pre-come there before cascading down his length. The sight of the golden liquid drenching his engorged length made her mouth water, so much so that she decided not to add the chocolate and whipped cream.
Wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock, she swirled her tongue around the bulbous head, lapping up honey and pre-come in a heady combination of delicious taste. She licked her way down the underside, hearing his harshening breath as she mouthed his testicles, laving every bit of sweetness from his skin to reveal his natural flavor.
She kissed her way back up his length, full-mouthed kisses that had him panting her name. When she reached the crown she looked at him, taking another bead of moisture onto the tip of her tongue as he watched. His eyes blazed with lust, with barely leashed demand. “Suck me down, Siobhan,” he ordered. “I want to see you take my cock in your mouth.”
“Yes, Mr. O’Halloran.” Charlie could only be submissive for so long, she realized. That was fine with her. She liked that she could push him to a point, to the limits of control before he turned the tables and pushed back.
Gripping the base again, Siobhan stretched her mouth open over the crown and took him inside. He shuddered, her name like a curse on his lips as she sucked him in as deep as she could, careful not to scrape his thick girth with her teeth. While the honey was nice, his unadulterated taste was even better.
With a low, slow suction she reversed direction then repeated the process, going down on him again, then again. With his muttered encouragement she increased her
pace, bobbing her head. The chair creaked beneath him as he flexed his hips to match her rhythm.
“Fuck me, Siobhan, that’s good. Yes, baby, fuck me with that hot mouth of yours. God, you’d better stop if you don’t want me to come.”
She didn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop. Instead she stroked his balls as she sucked him deep, hollowing her cheeks to increase the pressure. His balls drew up tight beneath her fingers, his body tensed, and there was a still, breathless moment before he spurted his release, flooding her throat, and making a deep, guttural groan of satisfaction.
Siobhan swallowed every bit of him down then eased off him by slow degrees. She rested her cheek on his knee, pleased with herself as she waited for him to come back from his orgasmic high. Next time she’d definitely have to break out the whipped cream and build a sundae on his cock.
“Siobhan?”
She raised her head to stare at him. The lust burning in his eyes stole her breath and caused moisture to pool in her panties. “Yes?”
“Punishment’s over. Now it’s time for my reward, and I intend to take it.”
NINE
“Untie me.”
The command in Charlie’s voice had Siobhan rising to her feet before she could process it. Her sex throbbed as she untied the sash, unwinding it from his wrists before returning to face him again.
He rubbed at his hands, flexing his fingers as he stared at her. “Turn around. I want to see these panties that kept me from getting inside you.”
She turned her back to him. There wasn’t much to her panties except a small triangle of fabric at the front that tapered to a thin string that passed between her buttocks to the string of the waistband. Because there wasn’t much to them, she could feel her moisture dampening her thighs, the panties too minuscule to contain her excitement.
She heard his intake of breath, the shifting of the chair. Was he getting hard again? God, she hoped so. Going down on him had only made her needier. Maybe she shouldn’t have sucked him until he came but he’d enjoyed it and she’d enjoyed giving him that blissed-out look.
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