They stopped in front of her door, and Tru pivoted to face him. “You’d have to vomit on me in order to come close to making that list.”
“Good to know.” The way his forehead wrinkled let her know that she’d gone in an unexpected direction. Good. She liked to keep him guessing. He took her hand in his and kissed it. “I’m sorry.”
She shrugged. “No need to apologize. Your penchant for catching criminals is part of your charm.”
“Yeah, but I’d planned to flirt a lot so that you’d be putty in my hands by now. Maybe tomorrow night you’ll give me another chance? What do you say—will you risk having dinner with me again?” He followed the request with a flagrant grin that probably netted him a lot of second chances.
Tru wasn’t immune. The way he held her hand, his soft grip not hiding a strength that could hold her down the way she liked and not let her get free, turned her into the aforementioned butter. No sweet talk required. Actually she preferred dirty talk, graphic and unapologetic. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and tilted her head as she looked up at him. “Can I let you know tomorrow morning? I don’t like to commit to a second date until the first one is over.”
It took a minute for him to process her oblique invitation. Desire kindled in his dark eyes, and he wrapped his free arm around her waist. “Do you want to come back to my room?”
She fished her room key from her purse. “Mine is closer.”
He took the key and unlocked the door. “We’ll need to talk first.”
An insistence on conversation was a sign of a good Dom, but that wasn’t going to turn Tru into a pushover. She had too much experience to agree to much when she’d only known a man for a day. She entered the room and let him lock it behind them. “I’m okay with a little kink, like hair pulling and spanking during sex, but I won’t consent to bondage or impact play.”
He threw her key on the small table where she’d set her laptop and notebook. “Fair enough. I can’t turn off the dominant part of me, but I agree that it’s best not to engage in some of the aspects of kink where you have to establish an advanced degree of trust first.”
They were on the same page. “I’m okay with being held down, and I’m more than okay with you being in charge.” Her knees trembled a little. It had been several years since she’d let someone do any of those things to her. The nomadic nature of her lifestyle ruled out relationships with the vast majority of people, and she liked it that way.
“Call yellow if I do something to which you object. Call red at any time if you want to stop.”
“Sure.” She liked that he’d brought up the safeword system. In covering the bases, he made her feel protected.
His eyes hardened, and if it was possible, they liquefied as well. Without moving, he’d bound her in place using only the intensity of his expression. “Take off your clothes slowly. Keep your eyes on me while you undress.”
Given the warmth of the evening, she wasn’t wearing much under the dress. Reasoning that he might like the way her legs looked in the three-inch heels, she opted to follow his orders to the letter. She scrunched her skirt in her hand, pulling it up by inches while she watched his very handsome face. He hid nothing of his reaction, openly appreciating the single thigh she revealed.
When she had the hem in her hand, she lifted the whole skirt. In anticipation of the evening, she’d worn a powder blue lacy thong that matched her dress. Jed sucked in a breath when he caught sight of that scrap of material. She continued lifting slowly until the dress blocked her sight, and then she ripped it off the rest of the way. Not wanting to drop it on the floor, she tossed it to the single occasional chair.
Wearing heels and matching lingerie, she waited for a moment as his gazed moved over her, the promise of a caress to come. She unhooked her bra and shed that next. Her breasts weren’t anything spectacular, a handful at the most, yet his gaze lingered, burning so hot that her nipples pebbled.
Lastly she stepped out of the thong. Now when she faced him, she assumed the standing presentation pose of a good submissive—arms hanging at her sides and legs spread shoulder-width apart. He hadn’t earned the right to ask her to kneel, and she liked that he didn’t seem inclined to insist on rights that were not his.
He looked at her for the longest time, drinking in her features and establishing that everything would happen on his timetable. Tru felt herself hovering on the edge of submissive headspace. It was unlikely that she would sink further or give herself over tonight, but she’d missed being this close to submissive bliss.
He came nearer, and she tilted her head to adjust to the different angle. His gaze remained primarily on her body, though he flicked it up every once in a while to check on her. He touched her ribs lightly, the pressure of his fingertips barely registering. She thought he might try to cup her breast next, but his caress dropped to her waist. He walked around her, tracing his fingertips over her skin.
When he was behind her, he stopped. She felt his palms press to her back, and his caress moved upward, over her shoulders and down her arms. She felt his lips on her nape. Just as he’d touched her, his kisses moved over her flesh with an almost unbearable lack of pressure.
At last his teeth scraped the shell of her ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I’m going to make you come several times tonight. I ask only that you thank me after each orgasm.”
Given his tone, he wasn’t asking. Tru shivered because of the things his teeth and lips were doing to her neck. “I will.”
He gripped her neck and part of her jaw, tilting her head back so that he could ravage her mouth with a penetrating kiss. She moaned and leaned her back against his strong, broad chest. Passion exploded, and he turned her to face him. While he plundered between her lips, his hands roamed her body, touching every inch with equal fervor.
Tru slid her hands under his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders. He temporarily paused his exploration of her body to shed the material, and then he removed his holster and set it on the dresser next to the television before returning to her. Now that she could touch it, she wanted to bare his magnificent chest. She attacked the buttons, fumbling to undo them without impeding his access to her body. Just as she finished the last one, he gripped her hair hard and yanked, breaking the endless kiss.
“Condoms,” he said. “I need to run to my room to get them.”
She’d thought ahead. “There’s a box in the nightstand. I took a gamble and got extra large. You seemed to be packing quite a package this afternoon. I was hoping it wasn’t your gun.”
He picked her up and tossed her onto the bed, and he landed on top, bouncing her deeper into the mattress. Pressing his pelvis into her stomach, he said, “It wasn’t a gun.”
Through the fabric of his pants, she caressed his cock. Yeah, she’d picked up the right size. She purred in anticipation. “I guess you’re just happy to see me.”
He closed his hands around her wrists and pinned them to the bed. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, princess.”
Her pussy, which had been moist before, was wet now. She temporarily forgot to breathe.
He dipped his head and laved his tongue over her nipple, teasing it to a sharp peak before giving the same treatment to the other one. This one, he sucked between his luscious lips, stretching it until she cried out. Back and forth he went, torturing her nipples as she writhed. He held her in place with his hands on her wrists and the weight of his pelvis against hers. Every now and then, when her squeaks and yelps became too loud, he would leave off and kiss her lips. But those kisses never lasted too long, and he always returned to her nipples, which were now as sore as if he’d used clamps.
She bucked, and he let go of one wrist to press down on her hip. Tru tried to thread her fingers through his hair to yank him away from her abused breasts, but his hair was too short to provide a handhold. He trapped that wrist again, and now he pinned both wrists over her head with one hand. He gazed into her eyes, his brown irises dark with passion and a rush of power. If
she called yellow, he would stop, but she didn’t want to do that. She wanted to know that he wouldn’t be swayed by her fight, that he’d make sure his will prevailed. With a knowing grin, he planted a brief kiss on her lips and returned to the torture of her nipples. She stopped fighting and surrendered to his mastery. All of a sudden, her body stiffened as an unexpected climax washed through her. Stunned, Tru couldn’t cry out.
He released her nipple with a loud pop and smacked his lips. “You have sweet tits, princess. They’re so responsive.”
She struggled for words. Her head screamed them, but her vocal cords didn’t recall how to function. Soon the aftereffects of the orgasm waned, and she remembered his one request. “Thank you.”
He knelt up and scooted back. Standing next to the bed, he gazed down at her. “I love that you left your shoes on. Nothing begs to be fucked like a woman wearing only high heels.” He watched her closely, and she wondered if he was looking to see how his choice of words affected her. “Bend your knees and spread your legs. Show me that wet pussy.”
She did as he asked, baring herself so that he could see everything. He shed his shirt the rest of the way and unbuckled his belt. The thin strip of leather slid from the loops, and she wondered if he was any good at impact play. In talented hands, that belt could make her beg him to fuck her.
But it was too soon for that. He tossed it onto the chair with the rest of their clothes, and his pants followed. Soon he stood before her naked. He paused to let her look. His glorious chest—the one that had stolen her breath only that morning—rippled with muscles that glistened in the lamplight. She drank in the sight of his narrow hips and long legs. Muscle corded his every inch, which she noted as her gaze locked onto his thick cock jutting from a nest of curls. Lord, he was magnificent. She took a mental picture because she knew she’d be envisioning Jed in this position the next time she masturbated. “Fuck me,” she implored. “Fuck me hard.”
In response, he leaned down and dragged a single finger through her wetness. He stroked her from hole to clit, stopping every few passes to circle the swollen bundle of nerves. She quivered and thrust her hips until he lifted his finger away.
“Put your hands above your head and keep them there, and refrain from moving at all.”
With that order, she knew that he would have preferred to tie her up. She would like that as well, but not until she knew him better. Bondage was serious business, and she hadn’t known him long enough to trust him. For the first time with a lover, she was sad that they wouldn’t be together long enough to get to that level.
Obediently she lifted her hands and gripped the edge of the bed. He smiled his praise, and then he bent over and closed his lips over her clit. He sucked it gently at first, light pulls that felt good. But soon the pressure increased, and pleasant shards of pain traveled to her core. She struggled not to writhe or fuck her pussy against his mouth.
“Oh, Jed. Yes. That hurts just the right amount.”
He slid two fingers into her vagina and curved them in a search for her sweet spot. He fucked her with his fingers while he sucked her clit. Tru felt her body become lighter and longer, a prelude to an orgasm.
Jed released her clit and withdrew his fingers. “Where are the condoms, princess? I need to be inside this sweet pussy right now.”
She pointed to the nightstand, which was closer to her than to him. She was more than willing to get them, but he’d told her not to move.
He came around the bed. She heard the drawer scrape open, followed by the sounds of him messing with the box. “You’re doing a great job staying still, princess. Right now, I want you to move so that your head is on the pillow, but I want you to keep your body in the same pose. You can grip the pillow or brace your hands on the headboard.”
Tru scooted around. Once she was how he wanted, he settled between her legs and positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. Her entire body trembled in anticipation, and her clit throbbed to the same rhythm as her sore nipples. He kissed her, slowly and languorously, as if this lazy kiss was the whole point of the evening.
When he ended the kiss, he eased his thickness into her body. Degrees of bliss manifested in his expression, as did determination. “You feel so fucking good, Tru. I’m glad you like it rough, but remember to use your safeword if I get too rough.”
His cock filled her, and it felt wonderful. Shocks of pleasure ran through her body even though he hadn’t really done anything. “I will.” Fat chance. There was almost no chance that he’d get too rough. Her pussy luxuriated in rough play, and he’d concentrated most of the torture on her breasts.
“Brace yourself, princess. For this, you’re allowed to move, as long as you keep your hands above your head.” With that, he withdrew almost all the way. Her pussy protested the loss, but it rejoiced when he slammed into her. Now she knew why he’d warned her to brace herself. She switched from holding onto the pillow to pressing the flat of her palm against the headboard. If he fucked this hard the whole time, he was going to bang her head into the headboard.
He lost no time. Bracing his weight on his forearms, he fucked her with wild abandon. With the restriction on movement lifted, she tilted her hips to meet his thrusts. He growled, a feral sound that matched the primal rhythm he set. She wanted to participate more, but he fucked her so fast that she couldn’t keep up. With a desperate cry, she wrapped her legs around his waist and held on for dear life. She was the submissive in this. She was the vessel receiving the pleasure and pain he dished out, and she felt herself surrender even though she’d thought it wouldn’t be possible. Her pleasure no longer mattered. It was an afterthought, a nice byproduct, but it was no longer the goal. She wanted to serve him, to deliver pleasure to him. She sobbed with this need, and the second climax washed over her.
No longer able to stay locked around his waist, her legs fell open. “Thank you,” she whispered, half-wondering if it was lost in the roar of their heartbeats.
“More,” he said. “I want you to come again.” He slowed, varying his pace and the force of his thrusts. He slid a hand under her ass and squeezed. He rubbed and scratched, and then he hiked her right leg up. He hooked it over his shoulder, and then he did the same thing with her other leg. This changed the angle of his thrusts and exposed her ass. He smacked her lightly.
Tru blinked, surprised that he’d remembered. “Harder,” she said. “I don’t bruise easily, and it’s okay to leave a handprint.”
The next one stung, though it wasn’t hard enough to leave a mark. He smacked her ass as he fucked her, and that combined with the feeling of helplessness from being pinned down, completely at his mercy. It didn’t take long for her to climax again. This one was larger, and she felt her pussy contract around his cock.
Jed’s eyes rolled back into his head. With a loud moan, he came hard. He collapsed on top of her, his body heaving with the force of his orgasm. She slid her legs from his shoulders and wrapped him in her embrace. They lay there, in a tangle of limbs, while their bodies cooled.
She knew when he regained awareness because he rolled them so that he cradled her in his arms, and he used a tissue to dispose of the condom. She may have drifted off for a little while because she awoke to him kissing her cheeks, eyelids, and temples. “That was amazing, Tru. You’re a very well-behaved submissive.”
She preened under his praise, but she brushed it off before it could penetrate too far. “You caught me on a good day.”
“How’s your ass?”
“Fine.” She traced her fingertip down his chest, over his hip, and down his thigh until she couldn’t reach anymore. Then she reversed direction. “My nipples and pussy are a little sore, but nothing that would prohibit round two.”
He shifted under her caresses. “You keep touching me like that, and round two is going to come sooner than you think.”
She kissed a path along his collarbone and closed her hand around his semi-hard cock. “I’ll get you ready.”
He kissed her, the long,
lingering kind that bought him recovery time and robbed her of every thought. When it ended, he touched her hair gently, and that granite look was back in his eyes. “Use your mouth.”
Challenge accepted. She sat up and prepared to position herself between his legs, but he grabbed her arm.
“Kneel right here.” He patted the place next to his hip. “Keep your ass in the air and your knees apart.”
She did as he said, and she responded when he adjusted her position so that he could reach her pussy. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and licked his crown.
He pushed her hair out of the way. “I want to watch that gorgeous mouth suck my dick.”
She made a sound of acquiescence that vibrated around his cock and made him suck in a breath. Pleased at his reaction, she set to work coaxing him from half mast to full sail. It wasn’t long before she felt his fingers caressing the tender parts of her pussy. This was such an alpha male move—reminding her that she belonged to him, at least for the night, while she carried out his orders.
She did her best to ignore the fingers circling her clit and penetrating deep into her pussy while she found her submissive headspace and concentrated on her task. She was doing well when she felt his touch at her back entrance. It had been so many years since anyone had dared to explore that area that it jarred her concentration.
“Have you ever been fucked here?”
She paused in her ministrations—he was almost there—to answer. “Yes, but not in a long time.”
“Did you like it?”
She’d loved it, but that wasn’t on the table tonight. That was a gift she reserved for a Master or a Sir. The act was one of deep submission, not one for casual, slightly kinky sex. “In a way.”
He got the message, and his caress disappeared.
Without further discussion, she resumed giving him head. This time, she fondled his sac, and his cock finished lengthening. Now she sucked his cock in earnest, taking him as far into her mouth as she could.
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