by Riley Murphy
“Very good.” He held her gaze as his palm ascended her thigh. Slow, so agonizingly slow her heart skipped a beat, only to hammer when he slipped two fingers into her this time. He stretched her muscles. Filling her up until he found that spot.
“Please…” She closed her eyes and let the rest of her go weightless. Two sensual strokes later and she made her decision. She’d give him what he wanted. She’d abdicate her needs for his. That was her only desire, despite what he was doing to her. When that occurred to her, she sighed and handed him the reins.
“Perfect. For this you get another present.”
This time, when he bent and gently sucked her clit into his mouth, he didn’t withdraw his hand. Instead his fingers changed motion inside her and circled that nub. Alternately he took turns, sucking and nibbling her clit, before circling and rubbing his fingers inside her until she thought she’d die, but just when she was ready to plunge he’d hold her back. Ease her off the ledge. Calm her until the next time.
She’d given up counting how many times she’d peaked close, oh so close to climax before he dashed her hopes because he controlled that. She no longer worried about how slick she was, and how that moisture made sucking noises as his fingers skated through it, because he controlled that too. She had no choice in things and she was glad.
He let go of her clit and kissed her mound. “You’re doing beautifully. I want you to watch me.” His leaned up and his look was seductive, almost mesmerizing when he said, “Watch me watching you.”
Her breath caught as he tilted his head to examine her center. His gaze never wavered and his eyes remained fixed. It was only his hand that moved. Working her as his strong digits did wicked and delicious thing inside her. Teasing and taunting her before he fell into a steady rhythm. In and out in long, slow strokes. In then out.
“Very good,” he whispered. “You’re beyond wet and oh so tight. Real tight. Tighten some more.” He breathed and pushed his fingers right up into her.
She groaned and the second her eyes started to close he said, “No, eyes on me. That’s right. Come for me.”
She may not have known how to accomplish this on command, but her body did. Especially when he drew back, easing nearly all the way out of her before he pressed back into her almost to the point of pain that soon turned into stunning pleasure. Showering her from head to toe like the most welcome rain after a year-long drought.
“Do it. I want you to come for me now. Now.”
It was the last push into her that did it. That hard caress sent her over the edge and she fell. Hard. Fast. Gasping for breath as she involuntarily quivered and shook.
Her whole body reacted. Every muscle within her tensed while the lower ones clamped around his fingers and squeezed.
“Jesus fuck, that’s what I’m after. Once my cock gets in to you, you’re going to milk me with this kind of strength. Do you want to milk the come out of me?”
The suspended squeeze snapped as her body let go. Trembling and quaking until she heard his groan. At the sound, her insides melted and she spun out of control. Falling off the edge of the world until a flood of hot desire poured. She was sure it rushed down his fingers and pooled into his palm.
He kissed her hip, her navel and the top of her mound. “I’m proud of you, princess. Very, very proud.”
She didn’t know what to think. Her body felt like it did after an hour and a half of hot yoga. Languid, but tired beyond belief. So when he rolled and shifted to open the nightstand drawer she panicked.
“What are you doing?”
“That would be getting.” He looked over his shoulder, held up the foil packet and smiled.
“I don’t think now is a good time.”
He could see she was anxious so he kept his back to her as ripped open the packet and tugged on the rubber.
“And why is that?”
When he turned, her eyes went right to his latex-covered cock. No point hiding it now. Although he was tempted to when her face drained of color and her eyes widened. She shot a look up at him and he thought she was going to be speechless but he couldn’t get that lucky.
“No fucking way.”
He grabbed her before she made it the side of the bed. “Jo.”
“What?”
“No swearing.”
“But you’re fucking huge.”
“You’ll get used to it.” He pulled her into him. “No more swearing.” Damn she smelled good. All woman and raw sex. He breathed the scent in deep.
“I’m not sure I’m ready.”
“I understand.”
She pulled back. “You do?”
“Of course I do.” He brushed the hair away from her cheek. “How about I tell you that I have no intention of screwing you until you beg me to do it. Would that put your mind at ease?”
She nodded.
“Good.” He pushed her hair behind her shoulder.
“You’re not mad?”
“No.” He bent and kissed her collarbone.
“Maybe you should have done it when I was writhing all over the place before.”
“You think?” He curled down over her and kissed her neck.
“Yes.”
“Why?” he whispered in her ear and took great satisfaction from her tiny jerk-like shiver. “Were you too horny then to say no to me?”
“Yes.”
He smiled against her throat as she unconsciously angled her head, giving him better access. He licked, then bit the sensitive column from her ear to her collarbone. “You smell like sex and I love it.”
She turned in to him. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she rubbed her cheek against his jaw. “I love how you smell too. Like clean linen.”
“Is that so?” He used his thumb and pushed up her chin until she was looking at him.
“Yes.”
Her bottom lip got his attention. Not only was it full, it had a sexy little crease down the center that called to him. “I can assure you.” The tip of his tongue licked the crease and then he leaned back. “There’s nothing clean about me. Especially where you’re concerned because I intend to be the dirtiest bastard around with you.”
Her mouth opened in shock and he figured this was the perfect invitation for a taste. He dipped back down and touched his lips to hers. Slow. Easy. A mere touch of flesh against flesh until she started to warm.
“You taste like apples,” he spoke against her cheek. “Macintosh apples.”
He didn’t give her a chance to respond. Instead he pulled her fully beneath him and kissed her again, only this time he coaxed her lips apart. He was careful not to overwhelm her. Meeting her tongue in a series of gentle slips and slides. Letting her reach up. Making her use him as anchor if she wanted more of his mouth. Conveying without words that he had all the time in the world, so if she wanted things to go faster she’d have to do it. If she wanted other body parts to crushingly connect, she’d have to shift. And she had no qualms about that.
She dug her nails into his shoulders and shimmied against him. When her hands raked upward and sank into his hair he groaned. He had everything to do not to flex forward and bring his aching cock into play. He couldn’t do that just yet so he used his hand instead. Teasing her drenched flesh until she was panting and writhing all over again.
Tearing his mouth away, he leaned back. “What do you want?” She tried to pull him down but he didn’t budge. “Tell me.”
“I want you to come inside me.”
Dropping his forehead down to hers, he asked, “Is this the best you can do?”
“No.”
“Beg me.”
Her hands were still in his hair only now she cradled the back of his head while her thumbs parted through the strands and stroked. “There’s something I didn’t tell you about one of my dreams.”
“Does it involve begging?”
Her thumbs stopped moving, and when she answered her voice was low and breathy. “Yes.”
He tilted back to gain some distance to see he
r eyes. “Go on.”
“In this dream I feel much the same way as I do now. Hot and restless. I want you so bad inside me and every time I ask you to fu—screw me you say no.”
“What do you say to convince me? You do convince me in the end.”
“Yes.” Her thumbs started stroking again and her hips pivoted into him. “I’m so wet for you. Only you. I want your hard, thick cock to fill me up. I want to feel the length of it. Every rock-like inch as you slide into me and make me forget the world. Please, Sir,” she kissed his shoulder and went so far as to humbly drop her gaze. What a rush. “Please, I beg of you to use me any way you want. I need you. Only you.”
Her bottom shifted, and her center hit up against the tip of him. And he knew it was time to tap into his lust, into the need he’d been keeping under wraps. Admittedly with Jo, it was a more difficult thing to do, but he’d managed well until now.
He dropped down and kissed her fiercely. As strong as he’d wanted to since they came into this room. When she sank into the embrace and moaned, he knew it was time. He knew she was ready. He let her wiggle because for this first little while he was comfortable going by her measure. A damn tedious process as she accepted an inch of him and then stopped.
“You’re so soft. Tight, but soft.” He kissed her neck and let out a breath in her ear.
She scrunched her hands in his hair and he moved in deeper. Not a lot, but a little more ground was gained.
“Bring your legs up. That’s right.”
“Not too deep.”
“Shhh. I know. I’ll be careful. Take a breath.”
“Ah.”
“Too much?”
“I feel like I’m going to break.”
“You won’t, I promise. Have you ever ridden a horse?”
She frowned and opened her eyes. “I don’t think that’s a good analogy to make here. Accurate, but not good.”
“Come here,” He rolled with her until he was flat on his back and she was on top of him. “Up you get. Brace yourself and put your hands on my chest. Now you can decide how much of the horse you want to ride. And to help you decide…”
It was his turn to use his thumbs. Rolling and rubbing her clit as the tension eased out of her. Another inch or so, that was good, but her tight channel was killing him. His only thought was making her come. Those taut muscles would milk him good no matter how far he got into her, he was sure of it.
“That’s a girl.” Her head fell back and her knees spread wider. The heat as he opened her up another little bit had him sweating. “You’re doing so well.”
He was dying to get his hands on her breasts, but he didn’t dare let go of her clit. He’d already determined going into this the first time that the main attraction was right between her legs. Soon enough he’d be able to trace those intricate designs on her with his tongue so—
“Oh God.”
Oh God was right. He’d slid into her another inch and she was bouncing on him softly. With each downward thrust he breached more territory. More. And more. “That’s good. Not so hard. Spread your knees. A little more. Good girl. Does that feel good?”
She was panting. Moaning and whispering something.
“Speak up, princess. I can’t hear you.”
“Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh God, please, it feels so…so good.” Her bouncing turned frantic.
He watched her through half-closed lids, because just as before, she let herself go. Her body became putty in his hands but he had to be careful with her. She needed time to get used to him. He left off torturing her clit and took hold of her hips. Worried in her frenzy she’d impale herself on him fully and she wasn’t ready for that. Hell, he wasn’t ready for it either. Her tight heat was burning the hell out of him.
“This feels so good.”
She arched back and brought her hands to her tits. Massaging and plucking the nipples while she moaned and sighed.
“Do you want a little more of me?”
She licked her lips. “Yes.”
“Spread your knees. Don’t be afraid. I’ve got you.” His eyes closed of their own accord when she did as he told her. Once she was settled he sighed. “Doesn’t that feel better?”
“It does. It so does.”
It was her voice that made him look, and when he saw her, he was glad that he did. In a slinky and sensual way that reminded him of her crawling to him in the playroom, she lay over him. Her cheek pressed against his chest. Her breasts squashed into his stomach. Her hands reaching to pull in his hair as she shifted and slid all over him. Up and down she pumped herself on him. Getting the rub she wanted against her clit while that tight channel of hers worked him good.
He didn’t know who breathed harder and after a full minute of her steady grind he didn’t care. His heart was hammering as he worked her faster and faster on him. Testing the waters, pushing her down deep and deeper still. Her hot juice covered him. The sucking clicks assuring him she was primed and ready for the ride.
“I want you to come for me. I want you be generous and open up. That’s right.”
“Ah…”
“That’s good. I’m going to—”
“Please…”
“Is it too deep for you?” He stilled, holding her there.
“N-no.”
“Good, very good. I’m going to rock you now. Right on me. Right—”
She panted and moaned.
“Good and deep.” He pushed her down his length. “That’s a good girl. Now come for me. I want your hungry pussy to squeeze me.” He held her down on him until she started to flex and pivot. “That’s it. Work for it.”
She wiggled and groaned.
“You’re almost there.” At the first sign of her muscles tightening lust swept right through him. His own muscles clenched. His balls lifted. The blood drained to his cock until a good length of him throbbed inside her. Hard and heavy. And when she screamed and the blazing contractions pulled him farther up inside her, he knew he hadn’t been wrong. Her taut muscles held him snug. Squeezing and grasping him in a sublime embrace until he growled and allowed the heady spasms to milk his shaft while he came.
“Jesus fuck.”
His heart was still beating loudly and his breathing wasn’t quite back to normal when she grumbled against his chest, “How come you’re allowed to swear and I’m not?”
He didn’t say a word, only fisted his hand in her hair and held her against him. He liked her cheek pressed over his heart and his cock resting inside her. He liked it a lot. That was probably why he broke a few rules with her just now. Well, that and the fact that this had been her first time.
She was wrong too. He hadn’t been the only one who swore. He’d let her get away with it before, when she was talking dirty. This was very unlike him. These were the kind of moments he waited for so he could dole out the punishment. He was all about the punishments so why had he let this slide?
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He knew why. Jo touched him. No matter how long or hard he tried to deny that truth it wasn’t going to change.
“Here.” He rolled with her onto his side and extricated himself. Adjusting the duvet over her, he said, “I’ll be right back.”
Tucking her under the blanket, he smiled when she snuggled in. Her eyes were closed, but there was a huge grin on her face as she curled up nice and cozy. It pleased him to see her this way.
Making the trek to the bathroom, he determined to put his worry aside. He’d go slowly with her. Real slow now that he was emotionally involved. After what happened the last time he opened himself up to a sub, he had to. But when he’d finished cleaning up, wrapping a towel around his hips and headed back to her, he knew he was in trouble. She was lying there sound asleep and he had to fight the urge to scoop her up and carry her to his bed. To his room. She wasn’t ready for his room. Not yet.
“Hey, sleepy head. Come on now. I want you to take two of these.”
She stretched and yawned then she sat up, tucking the duvet around her.
“What are they?”
“Ibuprofen. Don’t make that face. You’re going to be sore real soon and these will help.”
“I’m already sore, but I like it.” She wiggled her butt under the blanket. “It’s a good kind of sore.”
“Jo.”
And there it was. The natural submissive response that did it for him. Giving him an all-male thrill as she dropped her gaze and held out her hand.
“Wash them down with this.” He handed her a glass of water, and when she went to take it without a word, he pulled it back. “What do you say?”
“Thank you.” After she swallowed down the pills and gave him back the glass, she whispered, “Thank you for everything.”
And just as she’d done before against the bridge of his hand, she leaned forward and rested her forehead against his arm. Without a word, he put down the glass and stroked his hand down the length of her hair, wondering what the fuck had he gotten himself into. He better snap out of it quick. He was off kilter with her and the best way to fix that was to establish boundaries.
“I think we should go over your schedule.”
She brushed her cheek on his forearm.
“And after that it will be time to set some hard and soft limits, do you understand?”
“Yes.”
But he was afraid she didn’t. After all, how could she understand what he intended to do with her when he didn’t have a clue himself?
Damn.
Chapter Eight
Jo was in heaven, and for once it wasn’t hell to her. Desire and lust were tangible things to her now. She felt… yeah, she felt. All because of him.
“Did you have enough to eat?”
“Yes, thank you.”
Ted smiled and leaned back in his chair. “Are you mocking my rules?”
“No, not at all.” His eyes twinkled and she grinned. “Well, okay, maybe a little.”
“Why? Our relationship will be one based on mutual respect and dedication. I’m committing a hundred percent of my attention and guidance on you. Don’t you think I deserve a similar kind of commitment from you in return?”
