by Desiree Holt
“Magnificent,” he said. “I’ll bet by now I could make you come just by teasing your nipples.”
I’ll bet you could too.
He lifted away from her and she heard movement of some kind. Then the bed dipped and she knew he was kneeling between her outstretched legs. A fingertip circled the opening of her vagina, traced the now slick lips of her vulva, ghosted across the tip of her clitoris. With each touch her body reacted, her pussy weeping with need, the throbbing beat inside her rising in intensity.
“You told me you’d never used a vibrator,” he reminded her. “Remember?” He leaned over her and put his mouth close to her ear again. “You do remember, don’t you, little girl?”
She nodded, not sure she could speak. A need was already building in her body and she just wanted to tell him to get on with it.
“I thought tonight I’d let you discover what it feels like.” He moved back and she heard a buzzing sound. “I’ll use this one first.”
First? What does he mean, first?
And then she couldn’t think because he was pressing the vibrator against her and massaging her vulva, her labia, the opening of her vagina with it. Up, down, around, Over and over. Nerves in her body were firing, her nipples felt as if they were on fire and within the deep channel leading to her womb every muscle was quivering with need. She tried to arch back against his hand, urging him to force it inside her but he just gave a low laugh.
“Not yet, little girl. You’re far from ready. But God, that naked cunt is so gorgeous. I could almost sit here forever watching it turn a dark pink and seeing those juices gushing from it.”
I’m ready, I’m ready. Oh, God, I’m ready. Do it. Now.
Then she felt him move slightly higher and press against the sensitive area between her cunt and her rectum. If she hadn’t been tied down, she was sure she’d have leaped off the bed. The sensation was beyond anything she could have imagined. The muscles low in her belly clenched, her breasts throbbed and her pussy clutched desperately at emptiness. Noah’s hand rested on her buttocks, pushing them gently upward and stroking harder with the vibrator. She wanted to beg him to put something inside her. Anything to give her some relief.
And then he stopped. Just stopped.
Taylor wiggled her hips as much as her position allowed, waiting for Noah’s touch again.
“More?” he asked softly.
She nodded her head and at once the vibrator pressed against her flesh again. He retraced the pattern, over and over. Never too slow, never too fast. Around and around, up and down. Pulsing against the highly sensitized area, calling every nerve into play. The spiral of need was coiled tightly inside her, demanding release.
Then it stopped again.
“Oh, no.” She couldn’t stop the words. “No, please.”
But instead of the vibrator this time it was his fingertips spreading her cunt wide open and his mouth touching her. The rough surface of his tongue lapped at her slick flesh, his mouth drinking her cream. And the same pattern returned, his tongue tracing her labia, the opening to her hot channel, finally stabbing inside. Fucking her. Scraping her inner walls.
My clit, she wanted to shout. Please touch my clit.
But as if he knew how much she wanted it, he totally avoided it, concentrating on her other sensitive areas. His thumbs continued to spread her wide open as he teased at her and tormented her. Her newly bare cunt was ultrasensitive, every current of air like a heavy breeze stimulating it.
And Noah was right. Losing the sense of sight heightened everything else. Every inch of her body was in an extreme sense of arousal. The spiral began to tighten again, gripping every inch of her body, demanding release.
And then he stopped again.
Taylor wanted to sob with frustration. In the darkness, with no distraction, she was focusing completely on the sensations Noah created, every tiny synapse of nerve, every quiver of muscle, every uncontrolled spasm of her slick, hot vaginal walls. She could think of nothing except filling the demanding need that was driving her.
“Do you want to come, little girl?” Noah’s voice was dangerously soft, heavy with lust but edged with control. “Do you want me to release that orgasm?”
“Yes. Please.” She bobbed her head frantically. “Please let me come.”
He rubbed both hands over her ass. “Not yet.” And he bent over her again. “Do you know why?” he asked in that same soft voice.
She shook her head.
“Because I want you so hot that no matter what I do to you your body will be ready for it.”
She clamped her teeth into her bottom lip, trying to steady herself, to regulate her breathing. She felt him move, then his hands were back at her ass again, rubbing the firm globes, squeezing them, massaging them. Her breathing began to slow down, the edge of the need subsided.
Noah trailed the fingers of one hand through the cleft of her buttocks again, teasing at the tiny rosette. Streaks of flame shot through her as if a volcano was invading her body and she felt herself flooding with more cream. Her vaginal walls fluttered in response to the dark stimulation. Oh, god, she wanted his touch there, wanted his invasion. Wanted his cock!
When she tried to clench her cheeks, drag his fingers closer, he simply held them open. He touched his tongue to that dark opening and Taylor felt her body lurch and her stomach muscles clench. Her swollen nipples felt as if they might explode in the pressure of the clamps even as they craved the pinching touch of his fingers.
What’s happening to me? What am I turning into?
He blew against the spot, a light stream of air. When she shivered he gave that low, rumbling laugh again. “Does that feel good?” He placed a hot kiss at the base of her spine, then licked the skin with the tip of his tongue. “I have something to make you feel even better.”
“What…What do you…”
“Don’t tense,” he ordered.
Something cool and thick oozed onto the opening of her rectum, then Noah was slowly stroking it into her. First one finger, then two. First the tips, then down to the knuckle. As the fingers slid more easily into her he scissored them, stretching the tight tissues. Dark heat washed through her and everything in her body throbbed, every nerve fired.
“Take a deep breath, little girl. We need to get that sweet ass loosened up for me, so I’ve got a treat for you. Come on, deep breath. When you feel something push back.”
“But…
He bent low to her head and brushed his lips against her temple. “You can do it, Taylor. Just breathe.”
She felt more of the lubricant being squeezed inside her, then something round and metallic pushing against her rectum. With one hand Noah spread her cheeks wide, she took a deep breath and as she let it out the warm metal cylinder slowly slid inside her. The pulsating beat in her cunt rose in crescendo and more liquid gushed from her tormented opening.
“Okay?” Noah asked.
“Y-Yes. Okay.” More than okay. Please fuck me. Please, please, please.
She felt Noah pressing on the bottom of the cylinder, seating it fully inside her and it began to emit a low hum. Vibrations rumbled through her dark, hot channel, echoing through her body. As she was scrabbling for some kind of focus, trying to adjust to them, he returned the first vibrator to the outer lips of her cunt and began tracing the familiar pattern again.
Thought left her. Reason deserted her. She was reduced to a quivering mass of nerve endings all driving her toward some steep precipice. The wand in her ass emitted gentle vibrations and the one in Noah’s hand teased at her mercilessly as he held her pussy wide open with his fingers. She was sobbing by now, reaching for the fulfillment he held just beyond her reach.
Her entire body was screaming for release and still he held it just beyond her reach. His fingers did their clever dance along the insides of her thighs, like butterflies beating their wings against her heated skin. She writhed as much as her tethers allowed, tugging on the restraints like a madwoman. And still it went on and on and
on.
“Do you want to come, little girl?” He had turned the vibrator in his hand onto full strength now.
“Yes,” she cried, tears running down her face, her swollen clit begging for attention. “Please, please, let me come.”
“All right, then.” He slid the vibrator into the demanding walls of her vagina and with his thumb and forefinger pinched her clit.
She crashed over the precipice, flying into space, her body shattering, flying in all directions. Her cunt sucked at the vibrator and her hips moved back and forth with the limited range of motion allowed. She yanked on her restraints, trying to anchor herself, trying to squeeze her legs together. The orgasm gripped her with fierce intensity and Noah kept massaging and pinching her clit, drawing it out, one hand at the base of her spine holding her in place. She convulsed and spasmed, her belly clenching, her nipples rasping against the fabric beneath them, screams ripping from her throat.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Let me hear it. Let me hear your pleasure, little girl.”
Just when she thought she’d reached the crest Noah pressed on both vibrators and pinched her clit again, scraping it with his fingernail and she’d pitch forward into space again. She lost count of how many times he made her come when at last he turned off the toys, removed the vibrator form her pussy, and ran his hand over her body, soothing her.
She had no breath left, no ability to move. She was sure her body was reduced to a pile of melted muscle and bone.
“Once more,” he whispered, his voice so heavy with desire his words sounded as if they were pushing through cotton wool.
“I can’t,” she gasped, so spent she barely had the strength to protest.
“Yes, you can,” he ordered. “And you will.”
As he spoke, one hand slapped her ass with a stinging bite and she jerked at the unexpectedness of it.
“What…?” Oh my God!
“I’ve been dreaming about doing this to your gorgeous ass from the first time I saw it.” His voice was so heavy with lust Taylor almost didn’t recognize it. “Watching that flesh quiver under my touch, turn pink and then red and seeing the heat streaking from your cheeks down to that wide open cunt.” As if to emphasize he administered another stinging slap.
“It…stings”.” She was surprised that she could even speak.
“Only for a moment.” He voice was low and seductive. “Spanking is an art, little girl. The right intensity, the right tempo and it makes you hotter than you’ve ever been.”
Something speared through her that was a lightning bolt of apprehension and hunger and all the forbidden pleasures hiding in the secret corners of her mind burst forth. She’d wanted this, all of it and he was delivering as promised. Her mind wondered briefly if she’d even be able to walk in the morning. Then Noah’s hand came down on her ass again and she realized he was right. The pain was an introduction to pleasure and she felt it arrowing straight to her cunt. He set a tempo, back and forth and she began to arch into it. But at the moment she settled he stopped and placed his mouth on her pussy again.
She felt her juices running from her sensitized pussy like a spring stream, coating her thighs. The clutching began in her womb again, spasms she’d been sure her body couldn’t begin to react with anymore. She tugged desperately on her restraints, wishing she could move more than the tiny bit he allowed her, the hunger growing in her again, laughing at her exhausted, sweat-slicked body.
If she thought he’d give her relief right away that idea flew out the window as he continued to push her responses unmercifully. Nothing had changed. As before the clever arousal went on and on, her body reaching the apex of need, hovering on the brink of orgasm until she was sure she would come any minute. Then cessation, leaving her panting like a man in the throes of starvation who’s just had the only plate of food snatched away from him. She was balanced on that cliff again, nothing but space before her, her body straining to climax.
And Noah was relentless in keeping her on that edge. As the heat from the spankings continued to warm her starving pussy, he knelt behind her, leaned down and with his hands holding her wide open to him placed his mouth on her swollen lips. The rough surface of his tongue caressed her tender vaginal opening, making her jerk in response. One thrust of that tongue and the coil tightened again in a body she thought already spent beyond endurance.
“You see,” he said, lifting his head. “You can come again after all. Your body is so ready for it, so ripe to explode. Wasn’t I right?”
She moaned, helpless in his grasp and in her restraints, as his clever tongue licked at every inch of her inner walls, her outer lips, rimmed that tiny opening to her soaked channel. When he laved the sensitive tissue between her vaginal opening and her anus, then flicked the little rosette in a teasing movement she felt the throbbing begin again in her womb, desperate to invade her entire body.
“Yes. You were right.” She was sobbing with need, tears running down her face, her ass and cunt burning, not ashamed to beg for the release he held so tormentingly just out of reach. “I can come again. Please, please let me come.”
Chapter Ten
Noah struggled to control his breathing, unwilling to let the woman spread out before him like a sensual banquet know just how affected he was by all this. Something he struggled to understand himself. He’d had dozens of women in all kinds of situations. He’d done things far more extreme than anything he’d given Taylor so far. Yet he’d always managed to maintain his signature remoteness, his cool demeanor, functioning almost as an observer to his own actions.
That had been his intention tonight, despite the need that constantly consumed him to fuck the life out of Taylor Scott. Everything he’d done had been carefully crafted to keep him in the role of observer, physically and emotionally disengaged. But somehow his careful planning had backfired. Despite his constant pronouncements to this woman that what they had was a flame that needed to burn itself out and the sooner the better. The fire only seemed to be getting hotter. None of his plans for quenching it were working.
With Taylor, no matter how much effort he exerted, his body responded to every contact with her skin, every cry of arousal escaping her soft lips, every gushing of cream from the most beautiful pussy he’d even seen in his life. Not even with…
Don’t go there. Do NOT go there.
Shaving her exquisite cunt had been a major lesson in self-discipline for him. He still didn’t know how he’d managed to keep his hands as steady as he did, except that his fear of hurting her overrode the effect of the sensual impact. He’d wanted nothing more than to open her up as wide as he could and plunge himself into her. His tongue. His fingers. His cock.
And as he’d brought her to the edge of orgasm again and again, he’d marveled at the responsiveness of her lush body. Unlike the other women he was used to, her responses were not practiced, not those learned through experience. No, Taylor Scott gave him the most honest sensual response he’d ever seen. Even more than…
Don’t go there!
His cock was so hard he was sure if he bumped into anything it would bend or even break. He’d been gritting his teeth to keep from casting aside everything he’d planned and simply ramming himself home in that hot, wet, slick channel that beckoned to him so enticingly. Where he’d used his bag of tricks with other women to keep himself stimulated, with Taylor they nearly sent him over the edge. Every time he touched that satin-soft skin, slid his tongue or his fingers into her hot channel, thought about finally having his cock in her virgin ass he almost came just from imagining it.
Jesus Christ, Noah, get a grip. This is no time to lose it. Especially now. And especially with this woman.
He was almost afraid to actually fuck her again, fearful that once that pussy clenched around him he’d be completely and totally lost. Not a day, no, make that a minute, went by that he didn’t damn himself for that night at the hotel. If he’d just walked away from that room—from her—maybe he wouldn’t be in such deep shit now. When he’d
given in to the throbbing of his cock, his initial intention had been to drive her away, to scare her with the kind of things he knew she’d never done. But the mirror trick had backfired on him. The minute he’d watched his fingers sliding in and out of that delightful pink pussy, rubbing the swelling flesh, her cream coating his skin, he’d been lost.
Tracking her down in Tampa had been a duel-edged sword. He’d prayed every minute of the plane ride that when he saw her again he’d hate her. That she’d turn out to be either a bitch or a marshmallow, disgracing herself with Arroyo’s board and executive staff, and he could move on to implement Josiah’s Plan B.
But she’d been neither of those things. Instead she’d shown a core of steel that no doubt got her through the first thirty years of her life, a sharp mind and the ability to hold her own with anyone. And she gave him as good as she got. He made it blatantly clear he was using her for nothing but sex. That in public he was the person he’d promised Josiah he’d be, her guide through the tangled intrigue that was threatening to bring down Arroyo. But in private he would take her every way she’d ever thought of and many she hadn’t.
She hadn’t flinched, bringing her own brand of fire to their coupling and scorching him in the process. If he didn’t get the hell away from her soon, he’d be lost. And he knew more than she did how unlikely a future was for the two of them. She had no idea what lived in his soul, or the barriers to any kind of real relationship between the two of them.
And now, hearing her beg for her orgasm, seeing the imprint of his hand on her ass, seeing the cream from her hot channel coating her thighs, hearing her voice hoarse with need, he thought he’d have a heart attack strangling his impulse to quit playing games with her, throw caution to the winds and capture her for his own as he’d wanted to from the very beginning.
He took a deep breath to steady himself and turned the wand in her anus onto low vibration again. As he plunged his tongue into her hot pool, he tugged on her clit with his thumb and forefinger and she shattered. Her usually petal-pink folds, now nearly crimson, clenched around his tongue and her body bucked as much as the restraints allowed. Raising his other hand he warmed the cheeks of her ass with another series of slaps, each one sending her into another spasm.
