5 Nights (Sinful Delights Romance - Boxed Set)

by Michelle Hughes

  "I don't have that much, so yeah I think I should be able to do that. As long as we move during the day and not the night, I kind of want to keep my nights free for a while." She hoped Janie wouldn't be upset about that, but she really wanted to spend every night she could with Rhett, for now. Nibbling on her lip she looked at Janie.

  "I remember what it was like, Scarlett," she frowned a little. "Just remember honey, you have to have a life outside of him. I hope things work out and he wants to have a long term relationship with you, but I don't want you getting hurt if he doesn't, okay?" She couldn't even imagine having the intensity of this type of relationship for her first one.

  "I know you worry Janie, I'm worried too, and I don't have anything to compare him too, so of course he's perfect to me. I can't think about this ending right now." Even as she said the words it frightened her. She needed to get a grip and realize that this could all end in ten nights. What would she do if it did?

  "Oh honey, I was afraid of this. Look Scarlett, I know its great sex, and your first experience, but you have to try and see it for what it is." This was really worrying her now and she could just see how hurt her friend was going to be if he decided they weren't compatible.

  "Can we just worry about that if and when it comes, Janie, honestly I'm still a little overwhelmed over last night right now." She didn't want to come off her high yet. Stupid or not she wanted to bask in that beautiful night.

  "For now, Scarlett," she was definitely going to worry. "Are you going to sit in there until you prune?"

  "Well I guess not since the water is cold. Hand me a towel?" She stood up and waited until Janie handed her and oversized towel. She quickly dried off and they walked into her bedroom. "I'm going to cook, you hungry?"

  Janie nodded and she quickly slid on a pair of cotton shorts and a tank top before walking in the kitchen. She threw together and omelet for both of them and made coffee. They sat down and ate at the kitchen island in companionable silence until a knock at the door came.

  "I'll get it Scarlett," she waggled her eyebrows and laughed, "you need your strength after last night, eat up."

  Scarlett giggled and rolled her eyes before finishing her coffee. Janie walked back over with a bouquet of nine white, long stem roses and one white.

  "Looks like you impressed someone last night," Janie handed over the card and sat the vase of roses on the countertop.

  Blushing she took the card then inhaled the soft buds subtle fragrance before reading it. "Dear Scarlett, thank you for a beautiful night. Yours Truly, RH." Her body flooded with heat at the sweet gesture.

  "Oh boy, you've got it bad," Janie grinned and shook her head. "Okay sunshine, I'm going to let you bask in your flowers and get ready for work. See you tomorrow honey." She stood then reached down to kiss her friends cheek. "Call me if you need me later." With a smile she left.

  She sniffed the sweet rose again and her face couldn't stop smiling. She didn't have much time to enjoy the gift, much to her disappointment, and she hurried to get ready for work. The school store was almost completely empty since finals had just ended and by five o'clock she was bored out of her mind and left as quickly as she could.

  Janie had called saying she'd be out with David, but had her cell phone in case she needed her so she took her time getting ready for her date with Rhett tonight. She wasn't sure if date was the right word since they probably weren't leaving the house, but she didn't know what else to call it.

  She arrived at his house five minutes early in her old truck and hoped she was dressed okay. She didn't have a lot of dress clothes, so the little white mini-dress was about the best she could put together. If Janie had been home, she would have borrowed something a little sexier. The white mini-dress was made of cotton and was really nothing more than a long t-shirt with a cute neckline and hem. She'd slid on a pair of comfortable sandals, and was really regretting not wearing heels as she made her way up to the door.

  The servant led her inside and she was told that Rhett was waiting in the dungeon. Her hands began shaking immediately. Earlier she'd just been excited about coming to see him again, but with him meeting her down there, she felt more than a little uncertain. She walked down the dungeon stairs and stood at the bottom looking around when she didn't see him. Her hands clenched in small fists at her sides as she fought her anxiety. "Rhett, S-sir," she called out softly.

  He walked around the corner into view and smiled warmly as he saw her. She looked like a frightened lamb in the cute little dress and too damn young again, he thought. "Hey baby," he held out his arms for her and she walked into them quickly, forcing a chuckle from his lips. "Did you miss me?"

  She wrapped her arms around his breathing him in. In his arms she felt completely safe, it was strange how one minute she could be so nervous and the next she wanted nothing more than to touch him. "I did, Sir, I thought about you all day," she spoke quietly.

  Her honesty amazed him, she didn't deny how she felt. "I missed having you here with me too baby," he squeezed her a little before stepping back. "Are you ready to start your ten nights?" He smiled as she nibbled on her lip at his question and then arched a brow letting her know she needed to stop.

  Immediately she knew what he wanted and stopped. "I think so, Sir," her voice shook a little as she thought about what he would do with her tonight.

  He winked at her. "Well let me go over a few things first baby. When you walk down here, from now on I expect you to undress and leave your clothes in the changing room." He pointed to the small door at the back. "You'll come out and kneel before this cross, understand?"

  "I don't really know how to kneel, Sir," she whispered flushing.

  "That's okay baby, I don't expect you to know until I teach you, and I will soon. I don't want you to change yet either, because we're going to do something a little different. Tonight, you're going to dance for me."

  Her hazel eyes filled with confusion at his words. "Dance for you, Sir?"

  "I want you to strip for me and make me want you without touching me at all Scarlett," he grinned at her eyes as they widened even more. "If you try your best, I won't punish you." His tone of voice deepened into a command and he watched her reaction.

  The thought of him punishing her had her biting her lip again before she remembered he didn't like it and she stopped. "There's no music, Sir," she whispered not willing to disappoint him. She had no idea how to dance for a man, but if this is what he wanted she'd do her best to try and figure it out.

  He chuckled, "I think I can fix that sweetheart, and remember dance for me like you mean it." He walked over to small box on the wall and pushed a button. The room was flooded with a soft sensual song and he sat down on the couch. Stretching both hands over the top, he lifted his eyes up to her face. "Dance for me, Scarlett." He smiled in encouragement, wondering how she would handle this task.

  Her knees were shaking as she walked in front of him and began swaying her hips. She had danced with Janie at several clubs but never to impress a man. She had certainly never taken her clothes off for one before. She wanted to make him happy though. Continuing to sway she allowed her hands to leisurely slide from her hips up her sides before lifting over her head and clasping them together.

  How she managed to continue swaying as her knees shook, she had no idea. Still dancing, she lifted her hands up to her pony tail and slowly slid the band from her hair, shaking her long locks so they cascaded down her back, while still keeping rhythm. Wetting her dry lips with her tongue, she allowed her hands to lower to the hem of her dress, raising it slowly a few inches, before allowing it to slide back down again.

  He was impressed and smiling as he watched the way she moved. He honestly didn't know what he expected tonight, but she was definitely a sensual creature when she danced for him. He was getting hard as she turned around, still swaying, and raising the hem of her dress over her ass and then bending over. When her small hands rubbed over her heart shaped flesh, he wondered who was leading who for a moment
. Damn she was hot.

  She had no idea where her courage was coming from, but the look in his eyes was smoldering heat and she was completely turned on. She lifted the dress over her head slowly and tossed it at him playfully. When he caught it with a smile, she almost lost her step. He was so beautiful, she thought recovering as her hands moved to the clasp of her bra, unhooking it before turning her back to him. She allowed it to fall to the floor and covered her breasts with her hands before turning to face him again.

  His mouth watered at his sexy little dancer as she gyrated her hips sensuously. Her hair fell over her breasts and she lowered her hands. He wanted to see those beautiful mounds and shifted in his chair uncomfortably as his cock lengthened. Fuck, she was turning him on.

  Her fingers slid under the sides of her lacy panties and she stretched them teasingly while still swaying. Inching them down to where just the top of her downy curls were visible she turned her back before lowering them down her firm legs and stepping out. Her hair caressed the top of her ass as she moved and she sighed at the sensation. She kept her hand over her sex and turned back to him.

  She continued to sway and her body was still hidden from him, he wasn't about to allow that to continue. He crooked his finger toward her and she sashayed forward. "Pull your hair behind you and move your hands on top of your hand, don't stop dancing baby."

  She shivered at the intensity in his eyes and she was only a few inches away from him as she did as he asked. With her hair not concealing her breasts, the cool air whispered over the peaks, hardening them into tiny rose-colored pebbles. She felt more exposed than she had last night as her sex was just in hands reach.

  Her face was covered in a deep blush, and he thought she'd never looked sexier. "Play with your nipples, baby," his tone demanded she listen.

  Lowering her eyes her fingers went to her peaks and pinched them slightly. This was definitely not something she expected and she shivered, keeping her rhythm by sheer will power alone.

  "Harder baby, pull on them for me," his cock was throbbing with need now but he wasn't ready to take her yet.

  She pinched her rosy tips between her fingers until it was almost painful and pulled slightly. She moaned slightly at how the sensation sent pangs of pleasure downward. "Sir?"

  He chuckled, liking how responsive she was. "Go ahead baby, finger yourself," her eyes widened in surprise and he grinned widely. She obviously wanted his fingers, but that wasn't what he wanted at this moment. At her hesitation, his voice grew deep. "Now!"

  She jumped at his demand and her hand slid down her body, her face burning in embarrassment as she tentatively slid her fingers across her heated flesh. It wasn't that she'd never touched herself before, but doing it in front of him was mortifying. She bit her lip hard, not enjoying her own fingers at all and faltering in her steps.

  "Come here Scarlett," he patted his lap, and fortunately for her she sat down on his legs immediately. "Baby I want to see you get off with your own fingers because it pleases me. I'm going to allow you to stop dancing and lay down on this couch, then I'm going to watch you make yourself come. Do you understand me?"

  She nodded, and lowered her eyes, not liking him being upset with her and it was pretty obvious he was.

  "I asked if you understood me." He wasn't angry with her, but he would have her compliance. Lifting her chin firmly in his hand, he gazed down into her eyes darkly.

  "Y-yes, S-ir," her lips trembled at the intensity in his eyes. He let go of her chin and stood, motioning with his hand for her to lay down. Biting her lip hard, she slid her fingers down between her thighs, slowly stroking the silken folds. As frightened as his tone had made her, it was apparent her body enjoyed him taking command because she was drenched. Her eyes widened in surprise at the observation. It gave her a little more courage to continue the exploration of her own body.

  "Closing her eyes she massaged her clit, and slowly rubbed her finger over the soft petals. This was as far as she'd ever taken herself with pleasure on her own. It wasn't enough tonight. Having an audience for this made her too nervous to really enjoy it.

  He noticed immediately that she wasn't really responding the way he wanted and decided to help her out a little. "Don't stop baby, keep stroking yourself.” He walked over to a cabinet on the wall and pulled out a vibrating bullet, then made his way back to her. "You ever used a vibrator before sweetheart?"

  "No, Sir," she had never really had an interest to buy one before.

  He flipped the bullet on and handed it to her. "Just rub this on your clit baby," he smiled and knelt down beside the couch watching her with curiosity.

  At the first touch of the cool vibrating metal she jumped after a few seconds she moaned, the sensation was incredible. Biting her lip hard she rubbed it over her clit and folds and was amazed at how wonderful it felt, in only a few more seconds she came with a gasp.

  "Makes a big difference, doesn't it sweetheart?" he smiled down at her expression. He would have to show her one day how beautiful she looked when she came. That wouldn't be tonight because he other plans for her at the moment.

  "It does, S-Sir," she was still embarrassed but she was buying one of those.

  He chuckled. "Now I'm going to show you how to please me, baby." He stood up and lowered his pants and underwear, leaving them around his ankles. "Have you ever sucked a cock before?" He stroked himself while he waited for her to answer.

  "No Sir," she whispered honestly. She watched him grow in his hand, thinking again how big he was.

  "Give me your hand baby," he stood in front of her and wrapped her hand around his width and covered it with his own. "This is how I want you to stroke me," he moved her hand from shaft to head, and rolled the tip in her fingers then started all over again.

  Her fingers couldn't even close all the way around him and she marveled at the feeling of softness and steel. When he removed his hand she continued to move in the way he'd shown her, pumping softly.

  After a few minutes of her hesitant hands he was almost ready to come. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue baby," he smiled as she widened her eyes but instantly did as he asked. He held his cock in one hand and slapped it gently on her tongue. "Now take me in and suckle sweetheart."

  Her mouth wrapped around him carefully, not wanting to hurt him. She suckled him like a lollipop not really having any clue what she was supposed to do. He fed her a few inches, and she sucked hard until he slid out again. She liked the salty taste of him and it made her ache just tasting him. He slid back into her mouth again a little deeper and she instinctively relaxed her mouth and rolled her tongue under the bulb before sucking him deeper.

  "Hell baby, that feels so fucking good,” he slowly fucked her mouth not wanting to completely overwhelm her. When her hand reached up to grab the base of his shaft, he stiffened. "No hands unless I tell you baby." He slid his cock a little deeper into her mouth, until she gagged a little. "I'm going to come in your mouth Scarlett, I want you to take all of me."

  She could only nod since her mouth was full of him. His hand wrapped in her hair tightly and he began moving her head back and forth slowly at first and then with more force. She panicked somewhat as he pushed deeper into her throat but tried to relax. He continued to increase the rhythm and slid deeper and faster into her mouth. She could only whimper at the strange feeling of being gagged and then finding her breath again. When he came the taste was not repelling but it shocked her and she spit involuntarily.

  She was shaking at the overwhelming intensity of what just happened and when he released her hair she slid back on the couch completely confused. She didn't look at him because she needed a minute to process what had happened.

  He stood and walked back to the bathroom wetting a cloth and trying to decide if he should punish her or not for not swallowing. It was something he wanted her to do for him, because he got off on it. But if it was something she was completely dead set again, he knew he could set it as one of her limits. First he needed to know why sh
e didn't swallow. He walked back into the room and sat on the couch beside her, wiping away his seed.

  "Baby did you understand what I meant when I said I want you take all of me," she could have not understood he thought patiently.

  "Not really Sir, I was shocked when you, well did your thing." Biting her lip she wondered if he was mad at her.

  "I came baby, you're allowed to say it," he smiled. "Does the taste of my seed make you not want to drink from me?"

  "I like the way you taste Sir, it just freaked me out a little." Her face was bright red again but she kept eye contact.

  He chuckled, pleased that she enjoyed his flavor. "The next time we do this Scarlett, I expect you to swallow. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Sir," she would definitely not forget.

  "I'm going to give you a little leniency on this tonight baby, because you didn't really know. I'm also going to heat up that sexy little ass of yours, so you don't forget again."

  She tensed at his words and lowered her eyes. He was going to hit her, the thought made her more than a little wary. She nodded her head, not sure she could speak right now.

  "Baby, I want you to look at me," he waited for her to look at him before continuing, "This isn't really a punishment, just a reminder. He patted his lap. "I want you to lay over my lap. Hang your hands over until they touch the floor.

  She nervously slid off the couch and lowered herself over his legs. Trembling, she let her hands hang down and clasped them together. The muscles in her legs were tensed tightly, because she knew he had large hands and this was probably going to really hurt. She was surprised as he gently kneaded her butt cheeks.

  He could feel the tension in her and knew he would be very easy on her tonight. Her delicate little ass needed to be broken in and this was something he did for pleasure with other submissive's. He brought his hand down with very little force, but leaving a nice red handprint, then massaged where he landed the blow.

  She flexed her butt cheek, it didn't really hurt but it stung a little. As the next blow came down a little harder, she gasped. Then it seemed like open season on her ass as he reigned down a dozen sharp slaps in a row. She squirmed at the stinging sensation and felt tears slide down her cheeks. It wasn't so much that it hurt to the point she wanted to demand he stop, it was the thought of being punished.