“I’ll get a fire lit.” He set his toy bag down on a chair next to the couch and knelt in front of a stone fireplace. A herd of carved horses galloped across the mantel. Paperbacks stuffed the built-in bookcases. He liked to read. She hadn’t known.
What else don’t I know? she wondered with an ugly tinge of worry.
On her right was a flat-screen TV with theater system and a wealth of movies in more shelves. Creamy-colored walls lightened the room and showcased Remington prints. She smiled, remembering his so-worn-looking western clothing in Dark Haven. It definitely hadn’t been a costume.
After closing the glass fireplace door, he flicked off the overhead lights so the only illumination came from firelight. He picked up a remote and punched something in, and the low tones of Enya filled the room.
Setting the scene. Her skin chilled.
“Summer.” He held out his hand.
She crossed the room, wishing she wore jeans and a flannel shirt instead of fetwear.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
She shook her head, mouth dry.
“All nerves, aren’t you,” he said softly. His hands curled around her upper arms. He pulled her up on tiptoes as he kissed her, no longer sweetly but with pent-up desire, demanding a response as he possessed her mouth. Her senses whirled like fallen leaves in a storm.
When he finally released her, she wanted him with every fiber in her being.
“There now, that’s the look I like to see on your face.” His voice had turned husky; his golden-brown eyes were filled with heat.
She swallowed and rubbed her damp hands on her skirt.
The sun lines at the corners of his eyes crinkled. “You know, every time you put on these sexy clothes, all I can think about is getting you out of them.” He undid the hooks on her bustier. Despite the cold outside, his hands were warm. His calloused fingers scraped lightly over her nipples, teasing them into hard peaks.
She wanted—needed—to touch him, and she ran her palms up his forearms. The corded tendons and muscles under the light brown hair made her clench inside. He was so strong.
He tossed her bustier onto a chair, her leather skirt followed, and she stood naked in the center of the room. Exposed and vulnerable. Deep in her belly, excitement flickered to life.
When she shivered despite the heat under her skin, he set her on the padded arm of the couch and dragged it closer to the fireplace.
She could feel the warmth radiating from the blazing fire, hear the muted pops of the burning wood. What was there about a fire that satisfied a primitive need? She shook her head. Probably the same one that craved a man’s strength.
When Virgil stroked her hair, she looked up and frowned. “You’re still dressed.”
“Yep.” He smiled and pushed her over backward.
“Hey!” Her shoulders hit the cushions, but he’d held on to her hips, so her bottom remained up high on the arm of the couch. Her legs dangled over the side. She struggled to sit up.
He jerked her hips, flattening her again. “Stay right there, Summer.” His eyes narrowed. “If you don’t move, I won’t restrain you.”
Her thumping heart dented the inside of her ribs.
“Do you understand, little sub?” he asked softly. “I want a polite answer.”
When he used that authoritative tone… The flood of excitement swept her willpower away. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Put your arms over your head.”
She did, then frowned. With her butt up so high, she couldn’t move without using her arms.
“Very nice.” He set her left foot on the tall back cushions, exposing the apex of her thighs. She saw him smile and realized he’d positioned the couch so the firelight glowed right on her pussy. The warmth from the fire, from his body, bathed her legs.
His finger traced down her lower stomach, over her mound to between her legs. “It’s damned sexy how you’re always nice and wet for me,” he rumbled in approval. His fingers opened her more, and he ran a finger around her entrance to over her clit. Her hips jolted upward.
“Virgil.” How could he make her feel so exposed and so aroused at the same time. She moved her leg down.
“Mmmm?” Without even looking, he pinned her leg against the back cushions with his right side, keeping her spread open. He pushed her other leg outward, so she ended up wider than before.
He bent, and his lips touched the place just below her mound where her folds started.
Too far from her clit, yet she almost groaned with the way everything tightened. Swelled.
He teased the spot, his tongue so hot and wet. She tried to lift her hips up to him, and he flattened her butt on the arm of the couch. “If you move again, I’ll spank you first. And then start over.”
Oh God.
With his tongue, he delicately traced circles around her core until her hands fisted. “Virgil, I can’t…”
His eyes had never left her face, and she realized the position let him watch her reactions to everything he did with his mouth. He lifted his head, and his breath brushed over her sensitized skin. “No, you can’t do a thing.” He smiled slightly, then licked upward from her entrance and over the ball of nerves, his hands tightening on her hips when she jerked uncontrollably.
God, with every touch of his tongue, her clit swelled until it felt ten times larger than normal. Tight and hot. “I need more. Sir. I want you inside me.”
“You can have this for now, baby.” He reached into his bag, and she heard a slight buzz. Then he slowly pushed something between her puffy tissues. Long and thin, it vibrated in her, ratcheting up her arousal.
“Not quite there. Need more curve,” he said, and removed the device. A click and when he put it back in, the vibrations hit right on the oh-so-sensitive spot at her core. Oh God, yes. It felt as if her nerves had expanded inward, so when he rocked the toy, the buzzing hit her clit from the inside. Her hands fisted as her need shot into urgency.
“Mmm, that’s the right spot,” he murmured.
She clenched and moaned, tilting up her hips until he set his forearm across her pelvis, pinning her down—and his ruthless control somehow shot the pressure to the boiling point.
The slow rocking and the deep-seated vibrations drove her upward. She was going to die. And then he took her clit between his lips and sucked, each strong pull of his mouth coinciding with his pushing the vibrator onto that…spot inside. Her hips strained against his arm as every nerve tightened, and she teetered at the brink, unable to even breathe, as if the universe had stopped.
He sucked harder, his tongue swirled roughly over her clit, and her senses exploded into engulfing pleasure, sweeping everything before it in a tornado of sensation, flattening every thought in its path until only feeling remained.
When her body went limp, when her eyes focused again, she realized the room had definitely warmed up. Her heart still hammered so hard—God, she could have had a heart attack. She wet her lips. “That was…wonderful.”
“Mmm, it was fun.”
Fun? She’d almost died, and he thought it was just fun?
He removed the toy and ran his hands over her thighs before kissing each one. “You have such soft skin,” he murmured.
She sighed like a kitten in a basketful of wool, all warm and cozy.
His smile flashed. “Don’t get comfortable, slugger. We’re not done yet.” He took her hands and pulled her up to stand by the couch. “Kneel, please. I want those shiny lips of yours around my cock.”
Chapter Eleven
As Virgil gave the order, he realized they’d never discussed blowjobs. Maybe this was too much for—
Delight flashed in her eyes. “Yes, Sir.” She dropped to her knees. After putting a hand on his waistband, she glanced up as if to make sure she did what he wanted, then unzipped and freed him from his jeans. The firelight flickered over her hair, like a pale waterfall down her back. Dark beads swung from the tiny braids.
She curled her fingers around the base o
f his shaft, her hand so small her thumb didn’t meet her fingers. Her lips closed over the head, and he tensed, anticipating the heat. She gave him a wicked look and instead ran her tongue up his length, teasing the winding veins and the dent under the head.
He muffled a groan and forced himself to gently stroke her silky hair. After licking up the precum, she swirled her hot little tongue over and around the head. Fuck, maybe this wasn’t the best idea. If he got any harder, the skin on his cock would rip apart. “Enough teasing, brat,” he muttered and fisted his hand in her hair.
She giggled. Hell, she sounded cute—and delighted she could threaten his control. Although he saw her ass wiggle as if the idea of being punished appealed to her, she obeyed. She closed her mouth around him, rubbing her tongue down the underside as her lips slid almost to the base. Up and down. Slowly.
Dammit. He pulled her hair, pushing his hips forward, going deeper, faster. Her mouth tightened as she sucked forcefully. Pulling back, she circled the head with her tongue and took him in so fast that his eyes almost rolled back. She worked her free hand into his jeans to fondle his balls. The pressure at the bottom of his spine built.
With a hum that vibrated through his cock, she took him deeper until he hit the back of her throat. “Jesus, you’re going to kill me.” His leg muscles tightened as he fought for control. Her glossy lips left shiny trails on his shaft. Hot, wet, the suction unbelievable.
No.
“Stop, sweetheart.” He gripped her shoulders and moved her back, although he fucking well wanted to grab her hair and pump himself in and out of that devastatingly soft mouth. He caressed her face, wiping the saliva from her cheek. “You are frighteningly good at that.”
“But you want me to stop?” Her big eyes held heat and confusion.
“I’m going to come in a different place tonight.”
Although a tiny tremor ran through her, she didn’t scream and flee. Progress.
Without giving her time to get nervous, he set her on the leather ottoman, positioning her on forearms and knees. He wound two scarves from the toy bag around her wrists, tying them to the ottoman legs.
Her breathing hitched, and the muscles in her shoulders tensed.
Go slow, Masterson. He knelt in front of her and lifted her face, forcing her to look at him. “Summer, breathe.”
Wide blue eyes met his, and her obvious trust squeezed his heart. She inhaled slowly and nodded.
He studied her for another minute, running his thumb over her chin. Not shaking, hands open, eyes focused. “Good.” He kissed her lightly and nibbled the tempting lower lip before whispering, “Don’t tell Simon, since I’m probably breaking some dominant rule, but the scarves are loose enough you can escape if you have to.”
She blinked in surprise, pulled up on her right hand, then whispered back, “Thank you.”
He stroked her cheek. “Just remember I’ll be disappointed if you do take them off. It will please me if you stay put, honey.”
When she looked at him, no panic showed, only the expression he’d seen a time or two. Determination and joy. She wanted to please him. It went both ways—he hoped to take her on the finest journey of her submissive life. “That’s my girl.” And you are, whether you know it or not.
He looped scarves around her knees, securing them to the sides of the ottoman so her legs were spread wide. He’d never used his ottoman like this before, but it damned well seemed as if someone had designed it for bondage.
Keeping his touch easy, he slid his hand over her pussy. Very wet and slick, and as he fingered her clit, it hardened. She gave a small moan. There would be more moans before he finished tonight.
He pinched the swollen nub of nerves lightly, and she jumped, pulling at the scarves. Then she recalled her instructions and quieted, but her breathing increased. She grew wetter, obviously turned on by restraints, verbal or physical.
Submissive. And mine. As he teased the hood of her clit, he reminded her, “Your safe word is safe word, Summer.” He ran his hand over her soft, round bottom, warming the skin, waking the nerves. “I’m going to take your ass, honey. I’ll go slow, but I will be in you before we’re done. And you will come for me while I’m inside you.”
Summer felt Virgil’s calloused hand rubbing her bottom. His deep, firm voice held no doubts of what would happen, and she shivered. She bit her lips and waited, every nerve on her skin alive and tingling.
When he sheathed himself with a condom, her breathing hitched. She shut her eyes. I don’t want to see any more.
A second later, he pulled her buttocks apart, and cold lube drizzled onto her asshole, making her squeak. His finger pressed against her, uncomfortable for a second, then breached the muscle and slid in.
Her fingernails dug into the ottoman at the impossible feelings shooting through her.
“You’re more relaxed,” he murmured. “You used the plug. Good girl.”
The momentary rush of pleasure from his words was followed by a mewl of surprise as his second finger joined the first. Ohhhh. Unfamiliar sensations ran through her, discomfort mingling with excitement. He was really going to do this. Oh God.
He stroked her clit with his free hand, his fingers in her ass moved slowly in and out, and the combination started to push her upward to total arousal.
After a minute, he pulled out, and she felt his heavy cock press on her asshole. The head slid slickly over her puckered rim. “Push back against me, Summer.”
She bit her lip, hands clenching into fists, and tried to comply. He mercilessly gripped her hip, keeping her from moving away, as he steadily pushed in.
“Oh God,” she whimpered, as the ring of muscle stretched and burned. Her body shook uncontrollably.
And then with a pop, the head of his cock was in. He didn’t move as she panted. Trapped. Impaled. Hurting.
“You’re still tight,” he said. “Breathe, honey. Deep breath.”
The pressure eased as her body adjusted. He rubbed her bottom, and more cold liquid trickled between her buttocks. More lube. A second later, he pressed forward, in and out in tiny increments, working deeper, gradually stretching her.
Her back hole felt on fire, as if he’d grown much, much bigger than before—huge—the size of a house. She moaned as he advanced farther and farther. Eons later, the warm skin and coarse hair on his thighs finally pressed on her buttocks. “There we go, baby. All in.”
She felt totally penetrated, pinned by his hard cock inside her. Her head whirled as she pulled on her restraints, struggled against his hands, knowing she couldn’t go anywhere, knowing he’d taken her most private place. The rush of heat shook her, scared her. He had all the control, she had none.
He didn’t move. “Easy, baby. Shhh.”
After a minute, she stilled, gasping for air. Exhausted.
He slid out a little and back in.
It didn’t feel good—it hurt. She whined, trying not to use her safe word. Wanting to please him. Wanting it to stop.
A hum sounded, and he pressed something soft against her clit. A vibrator. She stiffened with surprise, reflexively started to pull away.
With a huff of amusement, he yanked her back, embedding him even deeper, and she yelped.
Intense vibrations surged into her throbbing clit and collided with the burning, stretching pain from her ass. Not comfortable or sweet but strange and overwhelming.
“You’re a good girl,” he said, his voice low and rough. He wrapped straps around her thighs, securing the vibrator against her clit. Then his powerful hands gripped her hips, and he pulled back, slow at first. He added even more lube until his shaft grew slick.
He’d filled her completely, then withdrew, then pushed in again. The friction of his cock against the wealth of sensitive nerves was incredible. She shook, unable to move, to think, to do anything except suffer the painful, wonderful, thrilling feel of him sliding in and out, and the demanding vibrations against her clit. The pressure, the need to come, coiled her insides with urgency, un
til she teetered on the edge of orgasm.
And stayed there forever. Her body froze. She panted for air. “Oh God, oh God, oh God, I can’t.”
He rumbled a laugh and reached around her to jam the vibrator against her clit as he shoved his cock deeper.
She broke completely, as everything inside her—everything—exploded into brutal, terrifying waves of pleasure. The uncontrollable sensations racked her body, and a high scream tore out of her. His hard hands controlled her bucking as he hammered into her, pushing her deeper into the overwhelming lake of sensation.
He couldn’t last, Virgil knew, not with her softness all around his cock and the tight ring of muscle circling the base. More…a little more.
And then the muscles of his legs turned rigid. The pressure at the base of his spine expanded, clenching his balls until they drew up tight against his groin, and a second later, fiery pleasure blasted into his cock. His release jerked up through his shaft and shot out in heart-stopping spasms.
He thrust hard, driving as deep as he could, until his eyes tried to roll back in his head from sheer pleasure.
Sweat trickled down the hollow of his back as he hauled in a long breath. He’d happily have stood there forever, enjoying the glory of being inside her, but she’d started to wilt.
He flicked the thigh straps open, and the vibrator dropped away. She shuddered. Her head drooped, only the scarves keeping her from flattening into a pancake on the ottoman. “Sweetie, hold on a minute longer,” he said, running his hands over her smooth back.
His withdrawal made her moan, and he grinned.
After removing the condom, he cleaned her off with baby wipes. Her pussy reacted to the touch of the cool cloth with small spasms that made him want to fuck her again. And again and again.
Instead, he untied her. Lifting her in his arms, he shoved a chair closer to the fire and settled into it. She curled up in his lap, her head against his chest. She looked confused. Lost. Little tremors shook her.
“Pretty Summer. You were very brave.” He stroked her, warming her skin with his hands, holding her firmly. Grounding her. He kissed her cheek, wanting nothing more than to hold her, keep her in his life forever. “God, I love you.”
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