by Blue Kincaid
Ohhh. That sounded promising. He probably liked to do it a lot. Maybe if he did end up wanting to see her again, she’d get the chance to find out what other kinds of tying up he liked to do. Her insides quivered at the idea. Yes, please.
Bas bent to press a kiss to the upper curve of her breast, drawing her attention back to the present. Where she was half-naked with the most intriguing, attractive man she’d maybe ever met, bound, his property for the night. She shivered and peered up at him. She started to ask if he was going to touch her, but before she could his free hand swept up her dress, over her head to tangle around her wrists, and then slid back down to cover her breast.
Not that it took much, and he had such big hands. Did he think she was too small? Chad had teased that a handful was enough but that she didn’t even have a handful. Then she thought about what Bas had said just a minute ago – don’t bother with men who don’t treat her like a treasure. She thought that must include thinking her body was wrong or something.
Indeed, Bas seemed anything but disappointed as he bent his head and kissed her, his hand caressing, big fingers plucking her nipple to diamond hardness. A thought occurred to her out of the blue, and as he rolled and played with her nipple it was all she could think about so when the kiss broke, her secret desire just came out.
“Pinch it?”
Bas’s brows lifted, then a slow smile curved his lips. “Do you like that?” Instead of a verbal answer, he gave her nipple a sharp twist to get his answer and her sharp cry and moan of pleasure – it was yes. Yes, very much.
Drew shuddered, laughing at the same time. “I read a story where the guy did that and it made me…um…well, I thought about it a lot after. I tried it on myself but it’s just not the same, because it definitely didn’t feel like – ” She was cut off when he pinched again and stole her breath. “Oh my god.”
Bas nuzzled her mouth with his, a low rumbling growl in his throat that turned her on in a way nothing else ever had. A man who growled, for goodness sake? What kind of jackpot had she won? “You tried it on yourself?” He let go of her wrists. “Show me.”
Drew shivered, swallowing hard as she slowly brought her shaky hands down, caught in his icy blue gaze. He leaned back slightly, so he could watch she supposed, and it made her insides quake. She’d never done anything like this before, but when he looked at her like that, she wanted to be wild for him. Sexy. Uninhibited.
She flinched with a hiss as her fingers gave her nipple a hard twist. Bas groaned and his mouth swept in to claim hers in another of those mind-muddling, sweltering kisses. He didn’t ask her to, but she kept right on pinching that nipple and then his hand was there, replacing hers, and Drew could barely breathe as pleasure and sharp little jolts of…she couldn’t even call it pain, really. It didn’t hurt, he wasn’t that rough. It was a sharp feeling, a breathtaking tug that went deep inside her, awakening parts of her body she hadn’t even known were connected to her nipple. Like the way her belly clenched, the way her lungs felt too small, the way her pussy tightened as if it was the part being played with.
“Nope, definitely didn’t feel like that,” she whispered when the kiss broke, eyes opening to blink up at him in awe.
Sebastian smiled, arm sliding around her waist. “Good. I like being the one making you feel this way.”
She might have responded, though her brain was back to having trouble forming coherent sentences, but before she could say anything, Bas turned her again to face the window and Drew trembled, hoping this meant he was ready to fuck her. It was kind of funny to her that she’d signed up to the auction for the chance to maybe learn a little about BDSM and all the things she’d read about but never experienced – but all she could think about was please god, let him hurry up and fuck me. She felt like such a trollop and it gave her a secret little thrill.
Bas was in no rush, though, unlike her. His hands moved over her like…like he was mapping her body. Like he was a blind man and he had to touch every centimeter over and over to memorize it, to burn her shape into his mind’s eye, into his fingertips. He touched her delicately. With care. But also with ownership. She could feel that in his fingertips as well, dancing along her skin.
God, she was probably being such an idiot. He was probably thinking nothing like the romantic things whisking through her head. Awe and reverence and delicacy – so foolish. But then Bas brushed a whisper of a kiss against her nape, fingers ever so lightly feathering along her ribs, and she melted against the window. Maybe she wasn’t making it all up in her head after all.
As usual, a thought entered her head and came out her mouth half a second later.
“Why do you touch me like that?” she asked, eyes closed.
His hands stilled. “Like what?”
Drew didn’t know how to explain, exactly. “It makes me feel things. Makes me think you feel things. You shouldn’t touch me like that, cause it’s very…well, it’s like false advertising.”
Bas chuckled softly, lips against her neck now. “False advertising? In what way?”
She tilted her head slightly, breath clouding the glass as his mouth moved so gently against her skin. “Um…like…” What had she been saying? His lips were very distracting. She managed to catch the thread of her thoughts. “Oh! I mean, like you don’t know me. I don’t know you. But you touch me like…like I’m yours.”
“You are mine.” His voice was so quiet, but so sure, it took her breath away.
“For tonight,” she said…but was that really true? This didn’t feel like any one night stand she’d ever had. Of course, it’d been a while.
She could feel his lips curve against the tender skin just under her ear. It was such a spot for her, making her shiver over and over just at the hint of contact. Then his tongue slid out and shattered her threadbare control, eliciting a frantic whimper she couldn’t have stopped if she tried.
“Maybe. Or maybe for as long as I want you.”
Oh god, there went her knees threatening to buckle again. “How…how long would that be?”
He hummed thoughtfully, teeth gently grazing her skin. “Long enough to show you exactly the kind of Dom you deserve. Long enough to teach you how to recognize bullshit from what’s real and which kind of danger is the fun, exciting kind, and which to run from.” His hand slid down and between her thighs, two fingers sinking abruptly and deeply inside her oh-so-ready body. “I’m going to make sure you’re very, very well prepared before I let you go, little one.”
Drew’s forehead pressed against the cool window and her hips rocked back onto Sebastian’s strong, thrusting fingers. Just a few more seconds and she thought she could get herself there without any other help from him.
Wait…what did he just say?
Her breath caught and she turned her head to stare at him, struggling to focus through the pleasure he was inflicting. “Wh…What? But…it’s just for one night. That’s what it said, the thing I signed…one night.”
Bas’s blue eyes were unreadable, and then he smiled again, leaning in to kiss her softly. “Then we’ll talk about all the other nights tomorrow. Right now, you are mine, Drusilla.”
Normally, she’d smack anybody who tried to use her real name. But somehow, coming from Bas, said in his husky voice with desire wrapping the word…somehow it didn’t seem so horrible. It seemed like maybe the most beautiful name in the world, actually.
It was hard to stay focused on the idea of Sebastian wanting more than one night, or anything really, when his fingers began to move faster, twisting inside her in the most delicious ways. And her already so aroused she thought she could come with just a strong breeze…she had no chance against a sensual assault of this magnitude. Within seconds, she could feel the orgasm rising, tangling up inside her until she felt like a spring coiled too tightly and there was no other choice but to give in to the shuddering, almost shocking release.
That wasn’t the end of the pleasure, though. Before her orgasm faded, she heard the sound of a condom package
being torn open, the rasp of a zipper being lowered in a rush and then, a handful of seconds later, he was there, inside her, thick and hard and filling her up in a way she couldn’t even describe. Her head fell back and Bas’s fingers wrapped up in her hair, tightening to hold her there. As if she intended to go anywhere. Not a chance, not when the most incredible man was holding her and touching her and calling her beautiful and his and god, it was all so much. Drew could only hold on for the ride and oh, what a ride it was.
She did manage to finally get her brain to work enough to try her best to give him as much pleasure as he was giving her. She drove her hips back to meet him, clenching around him tightly. Her bound hands slipped against the glass as sweat sheened their bodies and she had the idle, ridiculous thought that god, these glass walls must be a pain to keep clean.
And then that silly thought was gone, like all the others, and she was consumed by Sebastian again.
His free hand slid down along the outside of her thigh and then caught her leg behind the knee, lifting it up and out, opening her to him more and…oh god, and exposing her even more to anyone who might pass by on the street below. She couldn’t take her eyes off the golden circle of the streetlight down there, a small spotlight in the darkness, holding her breath expecting someone to enter that circle of light, look up, and spot her. What would they think? Would they think she was beautiful? Would they think she was a whore? Either possibility made her clench with want and she whimpered, shocked by her own desire to be seen.
Sebastian heard it, slowing his thrusts as he leaned down and bit her jaw lightly, soothing the sting with the warm, light sweep of his tongue. “That was an interesting sound…were you thinking dirty thoughts?”
God, how did he know? But she couldn’t lie. Didn’t even want to. “Yes. Very dirty.”
Bas growled, his hand on her leg tightening, his body pressing her tighter against the glass and she imagined her breasts must be a sight, nipples hard nubs slipping along the steamed up glass. “Tell me,” he demanded.
Oh lord, when had she become such a wanton? Tonight, she supposed. Might as well go all in. “I was imagining someone down there watching us. Watching me. Thinking I was beautiful…or…dirty, too, maybe.” Saying it out loud made her shudder, and she wasn’t the only one as Bas did as well.
Bas ground against her, the denim of his jeans and the cool metal of his zipper reminding her that he’d wanted her so much he couldn’t even be bothered to fully undress either of them. Her dress still dangled around her bound wrists, occasionally slipping down her arms until Bas would notice and yank it back up so she was completely exposed.
“I think you’re beautiful. I think you’re dirty..” He slowed his thrusts to a deep, gliding rhythm. “What anyone else thinks of you doesn’t matter right now. You belong to me and I’m a selfish man, little one – I want your full focus.”
Drew shivered, leaning her head back against his chest. “You have it.”
Bas’s teeth scraped lightly against her shoulder. “Not all of it,” he scolded, but there was no heat there. Before she could ask what he meant, his hands moved to curl at her hips, tugging her body back away from the glass some so she was forced to bend forward and brace herself by her bound hands against the glass. Hips thrust back and into his big hands as he guided her body on his cock. In and out, circling, holding her still and then letting her move again.
She finally found her voice again, fingers curled into fists. “What…what do you mean?”
Abruptly, his hand was in her hair again, this time harsher, more rough as it tugged her head sharply back and she let out a soft hiss of pain. “I’m your focus, Drusilla. You can’t learn what I want, how to give me what I need, without that focus.”
He was right. She was always getting distracted, dammit. She knew immediately she’d messed up, gotten too mouthy. Chad always said she was maybe too mouthy for a sub. Now Bas thought so, too.
But instead of scolding her for real, instead Bas leaned forward over her, sort of enveloping her whole body, and the one hand on her hip slid forward around to splay on her belly and then slide slowly down, until his long fingers covered her pussy and Drew’s knees did buckle then. Thank goodness he was holding her up.
“I’ll answer all your questions, but how about for the moment you focus on what we’re doing right now, not anything else.” His lips brushed her ear. “There will be plenty of time for all those other naughty fantasies you want to explore,” he whispered. She believed him.
He was right. This was what she’d wanted for months and now she was too busy rushing forward to other things she wanted, too and not paying attention. “I’m sorry…”
He shook his head, pressing a tender kiss to her cheek. “Don’t be. Just feel right now. Turn off that quick mind of yours for just a little bit.”
Drew didn’t know how to do that. She didn’t even know that her mind was quick so much as it was awkwardly frenetic. But she needn’t have worried about how to do what he asked, because Bas began to show her, instead.
The hand in her hair came around and gently covered her mouth. That alone was like an erotic punch to the gut. Drew couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to his palm. “Now close your eyes,” he commanded. She obeyed. Instead of feeling cut off somehow, instead she felt…freed. Sebastian’s finger against her clit – she felt it as if every nerve ending in her body had moved to that one spot.
Until his lips moved against her shoulder, over to her nape, and then it seemed all her focus was there. Then back to his finger, then to the slow, slick thrust of his cock, then back to his mouth. It was overwhelming and all the while his big hand rested gently over her mouth and held her steady. Grounding her amidst the whirlwind of sensations and emotions she’d been trying to distance herself from with all her yammering.
God, he was good. In all the ways. Another orgasm began to build as he played her body so beautifully, like a freaking virtuoso or something. But no way was she going to come twice without first feeling him lose that beautiful control he had such a strong grip on. She wanted to see what a man like Sebastian looked like when he came apart at the seams. Her stomach clenched at the image that produced. Oh yeah, she wanted that more than she wanted anything else at the moment.
She gave one of his fingers a nip, panting when he moved his hand. She glanced back over her shoulder. “Can…can I turn around?”
Bas didn’t hesitate, making it all somehow one fluid motion when he withdrew, turned her, lifted her and sank back inside again. The rhythm didn’t even break. Drew wrapped herself around him gratefully, bound hands coming up to his face and kissed him like her life depended on it as she began to move hard and fast on him. To her absolute delight, he was the one with buckling knees this time.
He had to plant his hands on the glass, allowing her to support herself, and began to thrust to meet her insistent hips. She clenched and released, drawing him as deep into her as she could, the only thing on her mind was bringing him an orgasm as mind-blowing as the one she was about to have – and the one she’d already had.
God, she hoped the glass was, like, triple reinforced. Especially when Sebastian growled one more time and his hands fisted in her hair, holding her for the kiss, his hips driving in time with hers until he stiffened and Drew did as well, panting harshly against each other’s lips as their bodies trembled and bucked and slipped against the glass.
It was, hands down, the best orgasm of her entire life. And when Bas opened his beautiful eyes and met hers through the shadows and slanting light from outside…she kind of thought maybe he felt the same way. Which was absurd because he was about a million times more adventurous than her. All her mostly vanilla experiences didn’t add up to this one night, so how could she have rocked his world the way he just rocked hers?
From the look in his eyes, though…she was going to get a lot more practice before the sun came up.
Chapter Five
“Stay.”
Drew’s head lifted abruptly,
freezing midway through searching for her panties. She had no idea where in this massive loft they might be. She and Bas had…well, they’d kind of christened most of the rooms. She met his eyes where he half-sat up in the bed. Good god, he was so beautiful. Even more so now than last night¸ with his hair all sleep-mussed and a red mark on his neck she was pretty sure she’d put there during her third orgasm.
“I…I thought it’d be kind of awkward, you know, the morning after, so I’d just…”
“Sneak out?” He smiled and sat up fully, stretching his arms above his head briefly and giving her a view of all the reasons she really didn’t want to go anywhere.
She shook off the momentary dizziness. “I wasn’t sneaking…really. Okay, sort of.” She gave up on the panties and nervously dug her toes into the plush carpet where she stood. “Most guys don’t…”
“I’m not most guys.”
Wasn’t that the truth. Drew nibbled on the side of her thumbnail, then shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t really have plans today…” It was the weekend and while she and Jeannie had talked about going to see a movie or to the Eastern Market in Capitol Hill to shop, they could do that any time. How often did a Viking god ask her to stay? She smiled slowly. “Okay.”
Bas held out his hand and Drew hurried forward to take it, letting him tug her back into the bed and into his arms. He was warm and solid and it felt very, very nice right there. He laid them both back against the pillows and shifted onto his side to face her, leaning in for a kiss. Oh god, she wished she’d been able to sneak and brush her teeth beforehand. Bas didn’t seem to care, though, so she let herself sink into the kiss with a sigh. Lord, he could kiss.
Then it broke and she found a phone pressed into her hand. Not her phone, either, this was one of those sleek new ones that beamed info to other phones and, like, could probably take over the world if it wanted to.
