Her eyes had adjusted to the lack of light while she’d been lying here contemplating whether or not to indulge herself on another consecutive night. So it didn’t take long to recognize her benefactor.
“Zave?” she breathed, and the heat of awkwardness made her squeeze her legs together, which only reminded her that his gift was still beneath her thighs.
“Do you want to be alone?” he asked.
God, that was a loaded question. It was easy to want him. It was easy to feel comfortable with him when her senses were seeped in a haze of arousal as they’d been during each of their kisses and physical encounters. But when he was a powerful figure standing in her doorway, while she sat naked in the middle of one of his beds covered only by a thin sheet, she couldn’t help but be intimidated.
“That depends,” she said because the last thing she wanted to do was reject him when she’d been so blatant about her desire for him.
That he was even present proved they were making progress. She’d often wondered if he still loitered outside her room at night and had been tempted to check on several occasions. But she liked the illusion that he was there and didn’t want it to be shattered if she peeked out to find the hall empty.
“I have something for you,” he said.
Another gift? “Then come in.”
Although her heart hadn’t slowed and if he had come down here to slide into her bed, Devon wasn’t sure her skills would impress him after the extremes he was used to with more experienced women. Despite the apparent interval of celibacy between then and now, it would seem a shame for him to break that streak and be disappointed.
Yet, her own selfish interest made her almost pant when he slipped into her room and closed the door. Here he was, the Lord of the Manor, in her room, in the middle of the night, without any other occupant of the house knowing he was here.
Their clandestine affair had moved up a level and after what his last gift had been, she could infer from this late arrival that she was going to get another sensual surprise.
“Have you enjoyed my last gift?” he asked.
The bass in his tone was laced with an innuendo that constricted her throat. Her insecure nature made her want to deny the truth, because she’d never shared her self-gratification habits with anyone. Yet, having him here, like a living, breathing fantasy, she was compelled to loosen. Reminding herself that he was taking great strides and showing immense trust, which he hadn’t given to anyone else, just by coming here, Devon bolstered her courage.
Either he’d taken time to psyche himself up or had just been unable to stay away from her. Had he been so drawn to her that he couldn’t resist her pull? Could she be that much of a temptation? Allowing herself to believe that she was, Devon wanted to tempt him more and prompted herself to be bold in this dark night, to pretend this was a dream, a fantasy come to life, that it wasn’t real and she could be anything she wanted to be without fear of ridicule.
This was simply her mind giving her a tangible taste of her deepest, darkest desire.
“Yes,” she admitted and liked the shot of adrenaline that leaped from her heart to her clit.
“Good,” he breathed. “I have more for you. I’m going to meet your challenge, shy.”
Rising onto her knees, Devon held the sheet in her cleavage. “You are?”
“You told me to be present and participate.”
Inching down the bed, anticipation threatened to make her drool. “Yes.”
“Tell me what you think about,” he said. “When you’re playing with that toy.”
“You,” she said. “I think about you, how your hands have touched the thing that gives me pleasure. How it would feel to have you touch me with the same kind of dedicated, skilled care.”
Standing at the end of the bed, he loomed in the shadow over her private space. Devon could only make out the occasional glint of his eye. “What else?”
“I think about your mouth, how it feels to kiss you, what it felt like when you picked me up and I wrapped my legs around you. The strength in your arms and the security of your grip. The way you laid me down and never stopped kissing me.”
“Is that enough?” he asked. “Does that make you come?” He was enough, and the images and scenarios she’d built in her mind had brought her to release every time she’d used the toy. “Lie down.”
The expectancy that came with the uncertainty of what he planned to do made her comply. Devon lay on her back with the sheet over her body and then she lifted one knee to let her leg peek out from beneath the white cotton spread across the bed. Revealing her bare limb to him, her hip, and her abdomen, too, she kept the most intimate corner of her body concealed.
“What now?” she whispered, eager to know what he’d request next.
“Where is it?” he asked. Lifting her butt, she groped for the toy she’d been lying on. When she found it, she showed it to him. “Hold it in both hands.” Again, she did as she was told. He moved half a step toward the window. “Close your eyes.”
His commands were sure, whispered in a masculine grumble. Tightening her hold on the solid shaft he’d gifted her, Devon didn’t know what to expect. Then something touched her ankle and without a single sound, a vibration moved through her.
When her lips opened, she breathed in. “More gifts?” she asked and the vibration stopped.
“Yes. Only if you want it. I want you to know something.”
“What?” she asked, opening her eyes.
“There have to be ground rules.”
“Like what?”
“Number one, we do nothing that you’re uncomfortable with. If you don’t want to do something or you’re unsure, say no. We don’t need a safe word, we don’t need code. A simple ‘no’ is all I need to hear to make me stop.”
Some of the illusion was lost in this pragmatic declaration. But the implication that this would be more than a one-off excited her. Reality was more gratifying than any dream. “Number two?” she asked.
“You do nothing without permission,” he said. “Which means your eyes shouldn’t be open.”
The sincerity of his words made her smile and she closed her eyes, because it was just as important for him to be as comfortable as her. “Sorry.”
“That doesn’t mean I won’t let you, it just means you have to ask.”
“I understand, lord,” she said. “What’s the next rule?”
“Number three, your pleasure is the only thing that matters when we play.”
That didn’t seem fair to him, that she should be the focal point of all the fun while he deprived himself. “But—”
“No buts,” he said. “See number two. You don’t question me. You may ask permission to do something, but my word is final except in cases of number one.”
Her smile returned. She was getting a glimmer of the business man in him. “Number four?” she purred, feeling her body loosen as she wriggled between the cool sheets.
“This is temporary. I’m doing this because it’s your wish, and I find myself compelled to fulfil those. One day soon, we’ll have to stop.”
But he gave her no specific end date, and maybe if she kept telling him that this was her wish, he would keep fulfilling it because he still hadn’t explained exactly what it was they were going to do. “If I object?”
“Then we go no further.”
Ok, so she wasn’t going to voice any opposition to his rules. “Anything else?”
“Number five, anything that happens between us, these toys, these games, what we say to each other, it stays private at all times, in all circles.”
If she’d been making up rules herself, that would’ve been one of her top ones, so Devon was pleased that he thought in the same way. “I haven’t told anyone and I won’t.”
Sharing this secret with each other, it made her feel special in his life in a more concrete way than just some fragment of a feeling that they might be connected; now they actually shared something physical.
“I’m not shy
about sex,” he said. “But I know you can be.”
Was that his way of implying the last rule was to protect her modesty? Devon chose to share the primary reason for her discomfort. “Because when you’re around it seems to be all I think about.”
“Don’t ever worry about disappointing me, you can say no at any time and it won’t change my opinion of you.”
“And if I agree to absolutely everything you say? Would that make you think less of me?”
The length of time it took him to answer made her stop moving. She feared a negative response and didn’t want him to think of her as a slut when he was so eager to avoid memories of his indulgent past that had been filled with easy women.
“Nothing could sully my opinion of you, shy. All I care about is making you happy.”
He’d come down here with a plan, and she was desperate to know what it was. “I trust you to do that,” she said.
“Do you accept?” he asked.
“Yes,” she murmured like there could ever have been a question mark over her obedience.
The vibration touched her ankle again and ran down the front of her foot to the tip of her toe, making it point towards him. “If I asked you to put this inside of you, would you do it?”
She didn’t know what it was, only that it felt nice buzzing against her. It was a warm, arousing sensation. With her eyes closed and her body relaxed, she bent her knee higher, away from the toy, but it wasn’t a refusal. Letting her leg fall to the side, she gave a physical sign of obedience.
“Yes,” she breathed.
With her eyes closed, she could slip back into the fantasy. Devon imagined what it would be like if he would pull the sheet aside, lean over the end of the bed, and be the one to do the honors. Instead something bounced on the bed beneath her elbow.
“Pick it up,” he said. “Leave the first one where it is.”
Putting the vibrator in her cleavage, Devon kept her eyes closed and fumbled for the item he’d tossed to the bed. She found it and picked it up. It wasn’t long, it was fat and short, and it had a short, silicone tail at the base.
“That’s right,” he said. “Explore it.” She hadn’t realized she’d been touching it with all of her fingers, stroking them over it, learning the size, the length, the width, the texture. “It’s not too big.” She wondered if he was easing her in with the modest size of this bauble. “I made it just for you. How does it feel?”
“Nice,” she said. “Smooth. Warm.”
“That’s just a taster,” he said.
As her fingers ran over the plastic, it began to vibrate, and she gasped. “I don’t know how I—”
“You didn’t,” he said. “I did. You wanted me to participate.”
Those had been her conditions, that he was to be present and participate. He’d found another way to manipulate what she’d meant to meet both of their requirements. He was here and he was in complete control.
“Let it touch your body,” he said. “Over the sheet… on your breast.”
While it still vibrated, she lowered it to her nipple, rolling it over the already sensitive peak. This experience was more intense than when she was alone, thinking of him. Pressing it down with her fingertips, an invisible elastic tightened between her nipple and her clit. It thrummed in time with the rhythm of this toy.
“The other,” he commanded. Rolling it down, through her cleavage, past the other vibrator, she treated her other breast to the same treatment. “Slide it down your body, under the sheet.”
One gradual step at a time, he was easing her into each new request, giving her the chance to refuse. Tempted to open her eyes, she wanted to see how he was reacting to this performance. But she’d agreed to the rules, so she kept them shut.
Taking her hand under the sheet, she whimpered when it touched her responsive flesh. Tracing it down her sternum to her navel, her belly began to pulse when the vibrating egg dipped inside. “Keep going, shy,” he whispered.
Anticipation made her hold her breath as it descended on her stomach, went over her pubis and then the vibration stopped just a whisper from her clit. Her disappointed moan probably came off as petulant.
“Put it in your pussy,” he said.
It was already dipping into her juices. She was slick, ready to accept it and wouldn’t need any further foreplay. If only she could tempt him to take the final step and join their bodies. But she would have to be patient, her whole body was raw, and if he did that, she’d be lurching into climax before he was buried in her passage.
Forgetting for a second that he was standing over her, Devon brought up her other knee beneath the sheet. Allowing her inner thighs to stretch, she opened herself to slip the toy he’d built for her into her most intimate crevice.
The sensation of it sliding inside was odd. After pushing it past the tight muscles of her entrance, she wriggled to get used to its bulk. Each movement sent a strong surge of pleasure to her mind, making her hips rise to meet the vacant spot where his should be.
Maybe because it had been so long, or because she was unaccustomed to this, but it felt larger than she would have assumed.
“Close them,” he said. Flattening her legs to bring them together, the action made the occupier feel even bigger, and she whimpered. “How does it feel?”
There were no words for how it felt to have this thing he’d crafted nestling inside her in a place none of them could see. No one but them would ever know it was there. Devon didn’t respond and the vibration started. After a gasp of surprise, her hips began to move. Instead of up and down, they writhed around, trying to experience every whisper of joy that he was bringing to her.
The space inside her was heated and enlivened with throbbing arousal. “Zave,” she whispered and began to massage her own breasts.
The vibration grew. “Only with permission,” he said. “Put your hands above your head.”
Devon did as he said, but it was almost too much to hear his voice and at the same time feel the stirring sensation build to critical mass in her core. The power of vibration increased in time with her gasped breaths and desperate exhales.
“God,” she breathed. “God!”
“How does it feel?”
Each word though husky was louder than the last. “It feels so good. So good,” she said.
“What are you thinking about now?”
His voice delivered a dose of agitated endorphins to her. “About you,” she said. “About how you’re doing this to me. How you’re here in this room watching me.” When he ratcheted it higher, she yelped.
“Is that what you want, shy? More?”
“Yes. God, Zave…”
“Touch your breasts,” he said. “Feel them, squeeze them. Think about my hands on them, how it would feel to have me touch you.”
“Yes,” she cried out. “Yes! I need you to touch me!”
“No,” he said. “You imagine it. Think about what I’m doing to you and the pleasure building in your pussy. That’s my gift in there, making you feel so good. My hands are making it work to get you off. Forget the world, think about that one spot in your body, under my control. The way you feel now, it’s a reaction to what I’m doing to you. I make you feel good, shy. I want to make you feel good.”
“You do,” she said. “Oh, lord, you do!”
Her hips were rocking, rising and falling, pressing down deep into the lush mattress and then lifting to squeeze her thighs together. The vibration amplified to beyond what she could handle. Her hands ran over her body and down her abdomen, to push between her thighs. Her feet left the bed when she bent her knees up to open her legs wide.
Clasping herself, her fingers played over her clit. “Oh, I need you,” she called. “Please!”
The vibration dropped away and she cried out in dismay. Devon was so close to the verge of orgasm, and yet he’d just snatched it away. “I’m going to make you come,” he grumbled.
“Yes!” she begged. “Yes! Please!”
“Just like you wa
nted, I’m right here, I’m in control. I’m going to make you come, shy.”
“Yes!”
“Our secret, shy?”
“Yes!” she screamed out again, ready to promise him anything.
Rubbing her fingers between her own folds, she began to tease her opening. “Only with my permission,” he said. “Hands above your head.”
And although it pained her to do so when she was close to release, Devon complied. Her reward was a return to maximum vibration and the cascade of hormones took her to a point of no return. “Zave! Oh, God, yes! Please!”
“You want it?” he asked, playing with the rhythm. Tormenting her with an ebb and flow of speed, enticing her to what would be a powerful end. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” she said. “I want this! I need you!”
Overcome and out of control of her senses, Devon couldn’t be here, writhing on this bed, with every inch of her alive and aroused without feeling more than gratitude towards him. Turning to crawl to the end of the bed, she clambered up. Barely looking at him, she managed to wrap her arms and legs around him to plant her mouth on his in time with the pinnacle of orgasm.
He didn’t object to her kiss, he welcomed it, and twined his strong tongue around hers. Devon couldn’t breathe, and didn’t want to, as she poured all of her desire into this kiss. Throwing her head back, she gasped and called out his name when an aftershock turned into another full-blown climax.
“You’re going to need practice.”
The depth of his voice almost scared her because it was so close. Somewhere between laying on the bed and launching herself onto him, she’d developed an amnesia that was just starting to clear. The chemicals of arousal had made her bold and forgetful.
This wasn’t a dream. It was reality.
She’d literally mounted the man standing at the foot of her bed. Still heaving in breaths, Devon panted them out, and although her eyes were open, her vision was blurred by the hormones pulsing through her. Every vein was stretched by the torrent of blood rushing through its journey.
“Practice?” she asked.
“This is against the rules,” he said, his hands nowhere near her skin.
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