by Lexi Blake
Phoebe’s whole body tightened. She was close. He hadn’t had to do more than spank her, clamp her, and talk dirty to her.
“You like that, Phoebe. You want them all to know. Tell me what they’ll know on that plane.” He wanted to hear her talk dirty, too.
“That I’m yours.” She moaned when he toyed with those tortured nipples. Their color had deepened and he was going to have to release her soon.
He found her clit, starting to rub circles. “Not just mine. You’re my little fuck toy. Say it.”
“I’m your little fuck toy. I’m yours. I’m here for your pleasure, Sir. I want to take you any way that pleases you.”
“Your pleasure is my pleasure.” It was the truth. Her pleasure meant everything to him. He could play with words, but she was the sun in his sky. It was why the words got her so hot. They were play. She wasn’t a fuck toy. She was everything. He rubbed her clit faster, feeling her breath pick up, her hips start to move against his hand. “Come for me. You come for me now.”
She shivered and shook, her whole body tightening and then releasing. She cried out and then relaxed. Her arousal coated his fingers.
He sucked them inside, reveling in her tangy sweet taste. “Now comes the fun part. Now you’re going to give me everything I want.”
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Her whole body ached but in the sweetest way possible. Despite the orgasm that was still thrumming through her system, she was deeply aware that he hadn’t come. While the feeling was sweet, there was a disconnect. She wanted to come with him inside her, giving as much as she got.
“Don’t scream.” His blue eyes stared down at her, the slightest amusement on his face. “This is going to hurt a little.”
He unscrewed the nipple sticks and her breasts came free.
Pain flared, whipping through her tortured flesh, and it was all she could do to hold in the shout that threatened.
Bastard. Sadist. Asshole.
He chuckled and then he was kissing her right where it hurt. His tongue came out to soothe her. His lips and his tongue eased the ragged edge of pain. His hands caressed her and she could feel his leg against hers. Not to mention the plug he’d worked into her ass. She could feel that, too.
The images he’d put in her head were just as hot. She couldn’t help it. She really did get turned on by dirty talk and by thinking about people watching her. The idea of Jesse watching her with another man did nothing for her. She didn’t want anyone but Jesse, but she couldn’t get the performance fantasy out of her head. When he talked about showing her off, she felt confident and sexy in a way she never had before.
It was counter to everything she’d thought about sex, but somehow Jesse made the dirtiest things seem intimate and loving. Maybe he was right and there was no wrong way to love. Maybe there was simply their way. Hers and Jesse’s.
“I love the way you squirm.” He moved to the other nipple, lavishing it with affection as his hand moved between her legs.
“You love making me squirm and whine and beg.” Though when she really thought about it, it wasn’t so much he made her as he allowed her a safe place to do all the things she’d never even known she wanted to do. He gave her a place to explore and discover sides of her sexuality that would have stayed hidden forever had she not met this man.
“I do. I’m going to make you do it again.” He rubbed his face between her breasts, breathing in her scent before he started to kiss his way down her body. “I’m going to make you beg me to shove my cock in your ass. Do you want your Master’s cock in your ass?”
“Sure.” She said it in a way that was utterly unsure.
He chuckled. “I see I have some work to do. Let me put it to you this way. That little starter orgasm is all you’re going to get until you beg me.” He worked his way down until his face was right at her pussy. He looked up her body, his eyes catching hers. “How long do you think you can hold out on me?”
She was kind of afraid of the whole anal thing. “Maybe longer than you think.”
He turned his face back down, staring right at her pussy. Again, it should have made her deeply uncomfortable since she’d never really thought of a pussy as being something a person would want to stare at, but somehow Jesse made it hot. His fingers traced her from the top of her clitoris all around. Just a light touch. It was enough to remind her just how good it could feel. “I think you want it deep down.”
“I think you’re bigger than that plug and you won’t just sit there.” She let her head fall back, the heat of his breath warming her up all over again. Now that she thought about it, it really had been a starter orgasm. A little quake when he could give her a 9.9 on the Richter scale. She clenched around the plug, feeling the fullness there and wondering what that would feel like when it was Jesse’s flesh sliding in and out.
He licked her clit, a slow stroke of his tongue. “No, I won’t. I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you long and hard. I’ll try to make it last, but your ass is going to be so tight.” A single finger slipped into her pussy, rotating and tantalizing. “You’ll grip my dick until I can’t see straight. I’ll have to fight not to come the minute I feel you all around me.”
His words were as hot as his tongue. Phoebe had to force herself not to roll over and just offer herself up. “What if I don’t like it?”
“You have your safe word, but you won’t use it.” That finger started to move in a slow groove. In and out, curling up to stroke her sweet spot. Not enough. Never enough. He punctuated each stroke with a lick and a sweet suckling of her clit. “You’ll like it. You’ll love how deep I’ll go and how close we are. You’ll love the fact that you’re sore tomorrow because you’ll still feel me there. I’ll still be with you every time you feel that delicious ache or when your breasts brush against your blouse and your nipples get a tweak of soreness. You’ll remember that I had you and that I’ll have you again.”
Or she would remember what she’d given up. She would remember what she could have had. She likely wouldn’t be on that plane with Jesse. She would be with her brother, going back to DC to face a fight they didn’t even understand.
Yes. She wanted that ache in her body because it would match the one in her soul. Any remembrance of him was worthwhile, would fuel the long years ahead when she would mourn two men.
“Take me, Jesse.”
“Not enough.” He kissed her clit and then drew the little nub between his teeth. He gave her the finest edge, that remarkable spot between pain and pleasure when the world fell away and all that mattered was what happened between them. It was the place where she could cry, where she could submit, where she could feel pleasure without guilt.
The sensation built, starting low in her pelvis and threatening to become a wildfire across her skin. Just as the orgasm threatened, he pulled back.
Frustration welled as he petted her sweetly, but not anywhere close to what she needed. “You’re a horrible man.”
He moved up the bed, sliding his body along hers. His fingers came out to play with her nipples again, but this time she welcomed the ache. “I am a kind Master. You have no idea the lengths I can go to.”
“With who? With the club subs?” Jealousy was another kind of ache. She hated the thought but she knew once she was gone, there would be any number of beautiful, sexy, younger women to take her place. They wouldn’t give him half the trouble she had. He wouldn’t have a problem finding a new submissive. They would likely form a line when they knew she wasn’t coming back.
“You’re jealous.” He touched her nose with his. “There’s no need to be. I wasn’t talking about my past. I was talking about all the dirty, nasty things I want to do to you. I’ve never had a submissive of my own. I serviced them when they needed a partner, but I never played with my own sub. I want to play for hours, Phoebe. I want you tied up and at my mercy. I want to hear you scream out my name because you can’t take a single second more of life without my cock inside you.”
He was touching her pussy again, starting th
e slow tease of her senses. He’d sensitized her, gotten her hot and wanting. Now he could take her right back to the edge with a stroke of his fingers. She felt the warm flush of arousal, felt him sink two fingers in and then draw them back out. He stared right at her as he licked her essence off.
“You taste better than any meal, any sweet, any liquor. You’re the best drug I ever had.”
How the hell was she supposed to fight that? Every good intention fell away. Every bit of reason she had melted under his warmth, his affection. He was the perfect blend of sweetness and dominance, guaranteed to break her down. “I’ll marry you.”
The light that hit his eyes was like the sun coming from behind years and years of clouds. “I love you, Phoebe. You won’t regret it.”
“You might. Take me. I’m begging you. Please, Jesse. I need you.”
He smiled, but there was that sweetly sadistic light in his eyes when he twisted her nipple. “Where do you want me, wife?”
Everywhere. In her life. In every second of every moment she had left. But that wasn’t what he wanted. He was playing and he wanted her dirty. She could give that to him. She wanted nothing more than to be his dirty, nasty, beloved girl. “In my ass. I want you in my ass. Only you.”
She’d given Jamie her virginity, but she could give this to Jesse. Her second love. Her second chance. She would only have two lovers her whole life, and she wanted to share this with him and him alone. It would be sacred between them, a bond she hoped the past couldn’t break.
“Only me.” He kissed her, his mouth fusing to hers in a way that felt a little like wonder, like she was young again and the world was opening up. Like she’d never been kissed before and could discover what love had to offer her all over again.
He moved between her legs, letting his body cover hers. He didn’t hold back his weight and she didn’t want him to. She loved how he pinned her to the bed, sinking in. Her nipples ached where he touched them, but it was just one more part of the puzzle. His tongue rubbed against hers and she moved her legs, wrapping her body around his. The plug slipped out and for a second she missed the feeling, but it wouldn’t last long. He would fill her up.
He got to his knees after one last kiss and reached to the bedside table, grabbing the lube.
She watched as he picked up what now really seemed like too small a plug by the base and put it away.
“Bring your legs up.” He grabbed a pillow from beside her. “Let me get this under you.”
“Shouldn’t I turn over?”
“No. I want to watch you. I want to see your face. I told you I wouldn’t hurt you. I’ll make sure of it.” He moved between her legs, easing the pillow under her hips and shifting her into the place he wanted her.
She let him. She was willing to give him anything.
She trusted him with her body, her soul.
Could she trust him with her secrets?
Vulnerable. With her legs draped over his thighs and her pelvis tilted to him, she felt so vulnerable. She was opened wide for him, her body lay out like the offering it was. She felt him touch her. So intimate. There was the momentary chill of the lube and then the heat of his left hand, massaging her. He took his time, rubbing it in, his eyes steady on hers. Finally, he spread the lube on his cock, his hand moving over his flesh. She watched him stroke himself, preparing to take her. He was truly lovely, his cock reaching almost up to his navel, the head rounded, and below his balls were tight and heavy. She could still taste him, still feel the way he filled her mouth.
“I’ll go slow, give you time to adjust.” He was right there, the broad head of his cock settling against her.
She hadn’t expected it to be so intimate. She’d thought he would turn her over and go at it, but not her Jesse. No. He had to turn it into something she couldn’t hide from, to make her watch as he pressed against her. It would have been easy to let it happen, but he’d found a way to draw her in. To bring them closer.
Pressure bit through her, but she couldn’t concentrate on it. All she could see was his face and how their bodies connected like puzzle pieces nestling together. Alone they were separate, functional, but incomplete. Together their bodies seemed to become something more, something beautiful.
His jaw tightened and she gasped the moment his cockhead breached her. A slow shudder went through him and he flushed, sweat breaking out on his brow. “Are you all right?”
She was surprised to find she was. He was distracting her with how gorgeous he was, but now she focused on the sensation of having him moving inside her. Little thrusts at first, as though his hips just couldn’t stay still a second longer. There was pressure, a feeling of fullness that wasn’t entirely comfortable. It wasn’t painful either. She shifted to adjust and loved the way his eyes widened as she took another inch.
“Baby, you feel so good.” He gripped her hips. “I need you to take all of me. Take me, Phoebe.”
In a smooth glide, he entered her. His cock slid in until there was no space between them, nothing left for her to take. He filled her, heating her up and making her so aware of his every movement. She would have sworn she could feel him breathing, could time her every breath to the movements of his chest.
She was so full, but it was good. She wanted the moment to freeze, to last. If they could just hold right here, she would stay forever. She would be connected to him for as long as she could.
“All right, here we go.” He gave a shaky laugh, his face so tender it made her want to cry. He might have chosen the position so he could watch her, but it forced her to see him, too. This wasn’t mere sex for pleasure for him. It was more. It was so much more.
She brought her hands up to cup his face, loving the way the little bristles of his beard felt under her fingers. He would shave in the morning and be smooth again, but it never failed. By nightfall, there was proof of just how masculine he was. “I love you, Jesse.”
He should know. He should hear it every day from some worthy woman, but she was the only one who was here.
“I love you, too. And I’m going to love you for the rest of my life. I promise. Now hold on to me. Don’t let me go.” With a careful breath, he began to drag his cock back out.
Jagged pleasure caused her eyes to widen, her breath to stop for a moment as it overwhelmed her. She shook as he went slow, allowing her to experience every second of sensation.
“That’s what I wanted.” The sexiest grin lit his face as he pushed back inside her body. “Now I can do my worst. You’re going to come for me.”
He forced her back on his cock, but she was eager for it now. She knew what it brought and couldn’t wait for the downstroke to bring its crazy pleasure. She tried to hold him, wanted him inside her all the time. He let go, fucking her hard.
Time seemed to slow, giving her what she wanted. More time with him. More connection. She held on to him, her nails sinking in, but he didn’t seem to mind. He groaned a little then ground into her with a low growl. Over and over he thrust and retreated, pressure and pleasure becoming one.
“Knew I wouldn’t last,” he said on a panting breath. His thumb covered her clit and he pressed down. “Come for me, Phoebe.”
He rotated her clit and then his cock hit just the right space. Her whole body shook under the force of her orgasm and it seemed to send him straight into his own.
Jesse held himself tight against her and she felt the heat of his release. When he fell forward, she wrapped her arms around him, blood pumping through her body in a pleasant rhythm. She held him, arms and legs tangled, stroking his hair because for the first time he was really hers.
And she was about to lose him.
His head came up and he kissed her, a light touch of the lips. His eyes were serious as he stared down at her. “Tell me your secret.”
She nodded because it was time.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Jesse watched as she came out of the bathroom. He knew alarm bells should have been going off. She’d dressed, putting on jeans and a l
ong-sleeved blouse, though she’d left off her normal makeup. Her hair was in a conservative bun.
It looked like she’d pulled all her armor around her, ready for his inevitable harsh rejection.
Yep, all the alarms should have been going off, but she’d really only tripped his drama-llama alarm. He had to give it to her. His future wife was very dramatic.
He sat on the bed as she paced and wondered if he should look more worried. He’d never been a great actor, but he could probably pull off more concern. Maybe he should try to rage a little at whatever the hell she was about to tell him.
Wait. He’d just thought of something that might give him pause. “Did you start life as a man? It’s not a deal breaker because they did a fabulous job on that pussy. I’m serious. If that’s man-made, then bravo medicine.”
Her jaw dropped. It was good to know he could still surprise her. “This is serious, Jesse.”
“So not a dude?”
“No, asshole. I’m not a dude.”
“Carry on then.” He waited. It looked like he was going to do a lot of that since she was right back to pacing.
“I’m trying to figure out how to say this.”
“Words are good.” Although if she wanted to draw it out, he would let her. He wasn’t great at Pictionary though.
There were tears in her eyes when she looked back at him. “Will you please stop joking?”
Damn it. He hadn’t meant to make this harder on her. He got up and closed the distance between them. “I’m sorry. I’ll be serious.”
She didn’t push him away when he reached for her. “It’s bad.”
“Okay. Then you should just tell me. You should just get it out.”
“I have to set it up first.” After a second, she stepped back.
He took it as his cue to move back into “audience” mode. She seemed to need to play out this scene, and he was going to let her. Afterward, he would take control again and he would let her know that whatever deep dark secret she held wasn’t going to come between them ever again. “All right. I’m listening.”
