Diamonds and Toads: A Modern Fairy Tale

by Saxon, K. E.

  It took herculean effort, but he managed to get the dress loose enough to slide off her shoulders. She was wholly naked underneath, as he knew she would be—how else had he been able to see her bare ass crack through the two-inch divide that the crisscrossed ties revealed?

  As he pushed the heavy dress off her hips, his heart tripped into double-time. There, on the place where her back ended and the curve of her creamy white bottom began was a tattoo. A tattoo of a diamond entwined by a perfect, red rose, balancing a reclining fairy on its petals. And underneath it read: Domnonea. He wondered what it meant. But when she wriggled her hips and the dress dropped to the floor, his thoughts wrenched back to the promise of unbridled pleasure at hand.

  Before he could turn her to face him, she said, “Go lie on the bed, pet.”

  He grinned. “Yes, mistress.” He lay down, tucking his arms behind his head and crossing one foot over the other. He wondered why she suddenly seemed awkward, shy even. Why she’d covered those bountiful breasts of hers with her arms. He gave a mental shrug. He was more than willing to let things play out however she wanted.

  * * *

  Delilah couldn’t help ogling. Lord, he was such a man! Tall, blond, muscular—but not overly so—tanned skin, perfectly formed physique. Even his hands and feet were attractive—not a lot of men’s were, she’d come to find out in her recent endeavors. And by the size and mass of his erection, he was clearly on fire for her. This was a dream come true, and she wasn’t about to waste it with her own insecurity and timidity.

  She forced her arms down to her sides, plastered a sultry smile on her face, and swayed over to the side of the bed where she promptly sat and unzipped her boots. After tossing them several feet away, she settled on her side facing her lover. Her heart, pounding in her ears, made her voice sound miles away when she said, “First of all, I’m on the pill and I know we’re both clean, so no worries there. Secondly, here’s how it’s going to play out: You told me earlier that you wanted to touch me, devour me, and fuck me. I’m giving you permission to do all of those things. However, tonight I’m in the mood for an extra level of excitement. Tonight, you will treat me as if I were a virgin, untried, and you are the much experienced seducer. Can you do that, pet?”

  * * *

  His cock stiffened painfully. It was an interesting, highly erotic fantasy, considering what a dirty little girl she’d been earlier. His grin broadened. “Yes, mistress.”

  She rolled to her back with her hands next to her head, her eyes closed. “Do with me what you will.”

  The first thing he did was get his fill of the sight of her. He wanted desperately to touch her, but forced himself to go slow. Her skin was creamy white all over. It looked soft, smooth. No tan line anywhere. He liked that. It was as if she were the human form of an intricately hewn Greek statue. Perfect.

  Her breasts were round and full, their dusky-rose aureoles large, their nipples puckered and succulent.

  She was long-wasted, but not skinny. Not plump either. Curvy. Just right, as far as he could see. Her belly was not completely flat, but softly curved just above her black-as-pitch pubic hair. Thankfully, she hadn’t shaved it. He was sure he was one of the few men in America that found a shaved pussy to be a major turn-off.

  He was just getting to her lovely limbs when he heard her say, “Aren’t you going to touch me?”

  His gaze tripped up to her face. She peeked at him through one lifted eyelid. “Oh, yes. I’m definitely going to touch you. Soon. I’m just taking a little time to admire you first.”

  Her cheeks flushed. Had he embarrassed her? Oh, wait. Virgin. Got it.

  Hmm. He’d slept with a couple of virgins before—a long time ago, in college. It hadn’t been very good, as he recalled. Neither for the girl or for him. ’Course, he’d been a pretty randy, rotten lover back then, too. He’d learned a lot about giving his partner pleasure since then. This actually might be even more fun than he’d originally thought.

  Okay, first things first.

  He rolled over and nudged up against her, settling one leg over her thighs and splaying his hands through the hair above her ear. Her eyes, wide open now, gazed into his with the same look of desire he was sure his held for her. For the first time, he noticed the gold specks in the electric-blue depths of them. His lips were a hair’s breadth from her own. She smelled of flowers, a far cry from the spicy, earthy scent he’d expected. It reminded him again that this was Delilah, his friend, not some dragon-lady pro-domme, as she’d been playing. A wave of guilt hit him head-on, but then her hand was on his cock, stroking, smoothing, gripping—gripping him again in her sexual web of desire and he was lost. He kissed her. No soft prelude, as he’d intended before, but a full-on, open-mouthed, tongue-thrusting kiss that sent shock waves of pleasure all the way down to his toe-nails. When she began to squirm beneath him, when her nipples grazed his chest, he transferred his attention to her earlobe, then her neck, her collarbone and finally her breast. “Mmm.” There was a hint of strawberry flavor on her nipple. Before he realized his intent, he gorged himself on it, sucking it so deeply into his mouth that she cried out, pressing his head more firmly against it as she arched against him.

  His hands had a mind of their own, running rampant over her body, through the silky curls of her pubic hair, caressing her thighs and pressing them apart to delve into the soft, humid, hot core of her.

  She arched. “Ahh—Diamond!”

  It took his fogged brain a second to translate the meaning. He jerked his finger out of her and with his head resting on the warm cushion of her breast, he gasped in a breath. “Sorry. I know: Too fast.” Damn! Maybe he hadn’t gotten any better at this after all.

  “It was—it was just too good, is all.”

  That made him feel better. He lifted up on one elbow and looked at her. Her face was flushed and her eyes were dreamy. “I’ll try to go slower.”

  “Or, maybe—maybe faster? I think I’m ready for the final act.”

  The look of innocence and uncertainty on her face was priceless. Who would have ever guessed that she could be such a good actor? No wonder becoming a pro-domme had been such an easy transition for her. He took hold of her hand and kissed her palm. “May I try one more thing before we get to the ‘final act’, as you put it?”

  Wide-eyed, she shrugged one shoulder. “I—I guess.”

  “Close your eyes and grab hold of the bedpost behind your head.”

  He saw her throat work as she swallowed, but she did as he said. After the test of will she’d put him through earlier, he wasn’t about to give in to her request until she begged him for it. He pushed a pillow under her rump and settled his head between her thighs, pressing them wide with his hands. He heard the harsh intake of breath as she realized what he was about, but she said nothing to stop him. He breathed in the heady, feminine aroma of her. It made his mouth water. “God, you’re sexy.” A tremor ran over her belly as he splayed her labia wide with his fingers and tickled her inner lips with the tip of his tongue. He continued this for some time, listening to her breath rasp, watching the muscles of her belly clench and unclench, feeling her body brace as love juice seeped from her center. When she started to thrash her head, mumbling, “please, please,” he knew she was going to say the safe word again in a second if he didn’t step it up, so he teased her clit into a hard nub, flicked it in rapid beats with his tongue until it was as hard as his dick. When she moaned and arched, her body primed and on the edge, he toppled her with soft suctioning kisses to it. As her juices flowed more heavily over his chin, as her moans became wails, as her hands left the bedpost and flew to his hair, she came at last. It was beautiful. She was beautiful.

  * * *

  She couldn’t catch her breath. Couldn’t focus her eyes. Now that was an orgasm. It sure beat the hell out of a vibrator. And they hadn’t even gotten to the main event yet. She worried her lip with her teeth and looked at his erection as he settled next to her once more. “Do—do you want me to, um, reciprocat
e?”

  He chuckled and leaned in to give her a soft kiss on her lips. She tasted her own flavor on his mouth, it somehow made what just took place between them more vivid, real.

  “Not tonight. I’m already too turned on. Next time.”

  Next time. That sounded promising—and thrilling. She nodded. “Next time.”

  He began to kiss her again, began caressing her body the way he had earlier, only this time, more gently, without the rush. She honestly was in awe of how in control he was of his own body. Most of her clients would have spewed three times by now. She wondered if that meant the actual act would be brief. She couldn’t see how it could be anything but, not with all the foreplay they’d been through so far. But brief might actually be a good thing for her first time, especially if it was as uncomfortable as she expected. He lifted her breast in his hand and gently suckled her, seemingly tugging a string of desire that linked her breast to her clit. Her womb tightened and her thoughts scattered.

  His hand trailed down over her stomach until his fingers reached her mons. As he stroked the curls there a moment, he turned his attention to her other breast. She arched to give him better access, opening for him at the same time. His fingers stroked her labia and inner lips, then found purchase over her clitoris and strummed the burning ember into a flame once more. It was at the point where she was sure she was going to fly apart again that he moved over her and positioned himself at her opening. She was more than ready to be taken by him. More than ready. She wouldn’t let him go slow, instead pushing on his hard buttocks with the palms of her hands, forcing him to enter her quickly. They both yelled out at once.

  Their eyes flew open and their gazes held. A tick formed in his cheek. “Did I hurt you?” he asked. She saw confusion and surprise in his eyes. Was it an act or reality? She’d better quash it quick if it was the latter.

  “No,” she lied with a smile and then she leaned up and kissed him on the mouth.

  * * *

  His thoughts fled. The urge to move overtook him. With each new thrust, he went further into the heat of her. The pillow under her hips allowed for even deeper penetration. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realized she wasn’t enjoying this half as much as he was, but the feel of her hot little box squeezing him tight was driving him now. She held on to him, hiding her face in his neck, barely making a sound except for almost silent little gasps with each new invasion. He grasped her bottom in his hands and thrust quickly, forcefully, moans bursting forth with each new entry. “May I come now, Mistress?” he gasped out.

  “Yes,” she replied, her voice taut.

  In the next instant, he was up on his palms, his neck and body rigid as he spewed inside her in jerking spasms, her name torn from his lips.

  * * *

  A few minutes later, Delilah, lying on her stomach, facing away from Chas, purred in contentment as he kissed her shoulder and traced the design of her tattoo with the tip of his finger. “That wasn’t an act, was it Delilah?”

  Her eyes popped open. She froze. “What wasn’t?”

  “The whole virgin thing. That wasn’t an act.”

  “I—”

  He nuzzled her ear. “It’s okay, you don’t have to lie about it.” The low vibration of his murmured words sent chills across her heated skin. She shivered. “I just wish I could have made it better for you.”

  Whipping her head around, she looked at him. “It was wonderful. Everything that I’d hoped it would be—more, even.”

  “You didn’t come,” he said, as if that were proof of the level of her enjoyment and his expertise, “and I hurt you, I think.”

  “I loved it—I love you,”—His eyes dropped from hers, his lips thinned, so she rushed on as if nothing significant had been professed— “and it was more uncomfortable than painful. To tell you the truth, I can’t wait to do it again. Soon.”

  He hauled himself up off the bed and her heart leapt into her throat. Was he leaving so soon? But then he took hold of both her hands and hauled her up, too, saying, “Let’s take a shower.”

  He held her hand as he led her into her bathroom, never releasing it, even while he turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. See? He did love her, he just didn’t like effusive professions of it, was all.

  For some reason, now that she was on her feet, her nakedness made her uncomfortable. It was as if all her flaws were under a spotlight’s beam. She fought the urge to run to the closet and get her robe.

  He rose up with his hand still under the shower spray. “There, perfect.” He pulled on her hand, forcing her into the shower. “Ladies first,” he said, but he was right behind her.

  “Mmm. This is great,” she said.

  He nudged her chin up and his eyes penetrated hers. “Did you lie about being on the pill, too?”

  “No! I’m on the pill, I swear. I’ll show them to you.” She moved to get out of the shower and his arm swung around her waist, hauling her back inside. “No. No need. I believe you. It’s just odd is all.”

  He held her lightly now, one hand firmly over her left butt cheek, the tips of her breasts just grazing his chest. He moved her closer still and the head of his erection touched her skin. Her heart rate went through the roof. “I guess it was just wishful thinking on my part.”

  He smiled, but there was worry in his expression, too. He dropped a soft kiss on her lips. “And did your wish come true?”

  She nodded and smiled back at him.

  His smile turned into a broad grin. “I’ll soap your back, if you soap mine.”

  “Okay.”

  But it wasn’t her back that he lathered. It was her chest. He spent an inordinate amount of time on her nipples, she noticed with a shudder. After another minute or two, he moved lower, to the junction between her thighs. “Does this hurt?” he asked, unmistakable concern in his voice as he lightly ran his fingers over the lips of her sex.

  Was he kidding? Her head lolled back. “Nooo. Feels wonderful.”

  He wrapped his arms around her, pushing his fingers through her hair at the base of her skull and kissed her. There was bridled passion there, but tenderness as well, and she reveled in it, in the incomparable feel of this man’s hard, masculine frame crushed relentlessly into her, his erection pushing against her mons and belly.

  As they kissed, she touched him, then, more boldly, stroked him. In no time, his breathing turned harsh. He moaned into her mouth and she felt it all the way down to her core. Before she knew what he was about, he’d turned the tables on her, loving her in the same way, returning each stroke of her hand with one of his own.

  “Please, I want you inside me,” she told him between kisses.

  He rested his forehead against her brow. “I think it’s too soon since the last time.”

  “I don’t.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, pressing her body snugly against his. He groaned and lifted her up by her backside so that their groins melded. She slipped her legs around his waist and he entered her slowly. It only stung a little on his initial entry this time. He moved her up and down on his erection in short strokes as he traced her nipples with his tongue. He positioned her with her back against the wall of the shower, thrusting deep as he took her aching peak into his mouth. She bucked and gasped, rotating her hips so that she ground against him. He strummed her clit with his thumb, repeating the grinding rotation with his own hips. Each new surge brought a ripple of promised rapture for both of them. Their cries of joy merged and echoed off the tiled walls of the shower stall until at last, her strength gathered and her thighs spread wide, she exploded around him in a wave of tremors. In the next instant, Chas’s chest heaved and his body shook with violent release.

  * * *

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  By the time they got around to eating, their dinner was cold and coagulated, so they ordered out for pizza. Chas waited until Delilah had taken a bite out of her second piece before he broached the subject that, even with all that had happened between them in the past
three hours, still weighed heavily on his mind and heart: saving his family’s business, the only legacy he had, the only one he had to someday hand down to his own children, and more importantly, the mission his father had given him to do.

  * * *

  Chas reached across the table and took Delilah’s hand in his. She chewed and swallowed, switching her gaze from her food to his eyes as she lay it down on her plate.

  “Thank you for tonight,” he said. “Thank you for the gift you gave me. I’m—I’m honored and humbled, Dee. Honored and humbled.” Sometime in these last hours of intimacy, he’d begun calling her by the diminutive. It fit somehow, fit her, fit this new level to their relationship. But most of all, it sent a warm tide of euphoria through her veins every time he said it.

  She felt her cheeks flush and she moved her gaze to his shoulder. “I’m glad you liked it.” I’m glad you liked it? What a dweeb. She shifted in her chair.

  He chuckled. “Oh, I liked it alright—that was plain, I think.”

  Her hand flew into the pizza box and grabbed another piece. “Here, have some more! There’s loads left.”

  He grinned at her, swept a stray lock of hair off her cheek with his finger and then took the proffered piece. “Thanks, don’t mind if I do.” He took a big bite, chewed, then swallowed loudly before saying, “You know…about this money management thing. I’m a little worried.”

  Thank God! Another subject. No third degree about why she’d still been a virgin, as if it weren’t obvious. She cocked her head to the side. “Worried? How so?”

  “I know you want to manage it yourself—and I applaud you for it. I do. But, Dee, you’ve got little to no experience handling funds of that size. There are so many pitfalls and landmines; I can’t even begin to enumerate them. It could all be lost in a heartbeat—and that’s literal, not even slightly exaggerated.” With a sweep of his hand, he said, “Hell, you know this yourself—look at what happened to your father’s fortune! Your family’s been living with the consequences of that nightmare for a lot of years now.” He sat forward, his arms on his thighs. “Reconsider. Let me invest the funds for you. I swear, I won’t lose a cent of it. In fact, you’ll gain even more wealth under my care.”