Amanda's Touch [D.A.R.E.ing Women] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by LeeAnn Masters

  He watched as her eyes darkened in response to his command and she quickly scrambled off the bed, slamming the bathroom door in her haste. His rich laughter rumbled through the room as he felt her libido increase exponentially. Oh yes, she’d be hurrying back.

  Sprawled out on her bed, he waited patiently for her to finish her business and rejoin him. His brows rose in appreciation and a slow smile came to his lips when she reentered the room naked, per his order. He sat up on the side of the bed, his intent gaze raking over her. The longer he gazed at her the more nervous she became and the more her desire ramped up. He allowed to her feel the heat and import of his passion darkened expression.

  “On the bed, Amanda. Hands and knees,” he suddenly and firmly commanded. He was gratified by her startled jump at his tone. Her breathing hitched and she tensed. He sampled her mood to determine if her response was actually fear, or the curious sexual mixture of nervousness and lust that he was aiming for, and that she needed from him. No, it wasn’t fear. He’d hit the nail on the head.

  When she hesitated, testing him, he snapped out, “Now, Mandy!” brooking no argument.

  Amanda’s eyes widened and she practically leapt onto the bed and assumed the position, glancing anxiously at him over her left shoulder. He climbed up and sat on his knees at her side, running his hands possessively over her back and then the firm rounded globes of her ass.

  “I believe you need a lesson in just who is in charge in the bedroom, Amanda,” he declared warningly, and Amanda felt a combination of pleasure and nerves course through her.

  She’d missed a man’s firm hand in the bedroom. She was always so tightly in control and was responsible for so many projects, people, and business concerns. It felt liberating to let a man she trusted take charge of her and her pleasure. It felt right that it was Zack in charge now. She knew that if she was truly uncomfortable, or worried, he’d stop at a moment’s notice and simply hold her. Despite his dictatorial manner at the moment, he always made her feel like a princess, treasured and safe. A soft moan issued from her lips when he ran his fingertip teasingly along the crack of her ass and she looked over her shoulder again at him, her lips parted to reply and he laid a finger over them.

  “No. You may not speak unless I tell you. Do you understand? If you understand, nod,” he told her.

  Amanda nodded.

  “You will do what I tell you, without question, and without hesitation. If you don’t obey me I’ll get to punish you. Understand?” A sharp smack fell on one of her buttocks and she gasped as he gave her an idea of what she could expect if she didn’t obey. Her head dropped on a low moan as she felt warmth flow through her when he then caressed the spot he’d just heated with his palm.

  “Amanda? Did you hear me? You didn’t respond appropriately,” he reprimanded her with another smart slap to her ass.

  She nodded once more and hid a smile. She liked the way he played and he damned well knew it. She bit back another moan when he lightly ran his fingers through her sopping wet curls and along her genitalia, teasing her with feather-light touches. Even if he hadn’t been able to read her emotions, the fact that she was dripping wet would have clued him in that she liked what he was doing.

  “Ah…so wet already, Amanda? You poor girl.” He chuckled evilly. “You have so long yet to wait.” He dipped one long finger into her channel and swirled it around, generating yet more moisture. When he placed that well-lubed digit against her clit and began to slowly and methodically stroke her nub, she did groan.

  She felt Zack gently push her down, a hand between her shoulder blades, after placing a pillow under her head. “Head down, shoulders on the bed, Amanda,” he ordered. She knew he told her to do this for two reasons: it relieved the pressure on her wrist, which still wasn’t up to the task of supporting her weight for a lengthy period of time, and it also raised her bottom higher in the air for his play and perusal, the utmost submissive position for a woman.

  He slid two pillows beneath her hips and then said, “Spread your knees, Mandy girl, and relax for me.”

  She spread them and relaxed against the bed, letting him take the lead. As he ever so slowly massaged her clit he continued to speak to her, his tone dark, dangerous, and thrilling.

  “As you already know, Mandy, I’m the only person in charge in our bedroom. Is this clear to you now?”

  She nodded once more.

  “If at any time you are uncomfortable, or truly scared I will be able to tell, but in those circumstances I want you to feel free to speak up and tell me, even if I have you under stricture not to speak. If you aren’t enjoying what we’re doing, then we won’t do it. Nod if you understand.”

  She did.

  “Good girl,” he said approvingly.

  “At this point I want you to understand that I understand that this role-play will only occur in the bedroom and that there will be times you, or even I, will want to revert to more vanilla acts, like those of last weekend. I’m fine with that. I know that you are not a sub outside of the bedroom and I do not expect you to be. I have no desire, whatsoever, to live that kind of twenty-four-seven lifestyle in a Dom/sub relationship. I like who you are, Amanda, I like your strength, your intelligence and humor, your bracing, and sometimes abrasive, attitude. I don’t want you to change who you are for me. I only want to be what you need, here, in private. And, I believe, you need and like a strong hand, enjoy exploring the lighter aspects of your pleasure-pain borders, and that you require a dominant bed partner. Is all I’ve said true, or do you disagree with any part of it? You may speak, and please answer honestly.”

  She was allowed to speak? Christ! She wasn’t sure she could! He’d kept up the heavenly play at her clit, alternating with a long, slow glide of his fingers into her pussy, and she’d begun to lose all reason. A hard swat landed on her left ass cheek, followed by a firm caress as the heat was rubbed in once more and tingly fire raced through her core.

  “I need an answer, Amanda,” he demanded. He lay down on the bed next to her, his fingers still stroking her to slow madness, his mouth wreaking havoc on her senses at her neck, her earlobe, her shoulder.

  She blinked, trying to find a measure of sanity, and she saw him bite back a smile. He knew he was distracting her and was enjoying himself.

  “Yes, I agree,” she finally ground out, panting at the ever more maddening sensations he was creating within her.

  “Do you feel the need for a safe word, or do you trust me to work out your limits for you as we go? Just so you know, tonight we’re only going to play a little bit. I want to discuss this more thoroughly, when you are in your right mind, before we get into anything too heavy,” he teased her.

  Her eyes widened at his knowledgeable question. “Okay…you’ve got some experience in this, huh?”

  “It appears you do as well,” Zack replied, slightly disgruntled at the notion.

  Yep, he decided, he was a hypocrite. It was all right for him to have experience with it, but not Amanda. Not even with her husband. He did like to play with Dom/sub roles with the women he’d had relationships with. However, he was not into heavy or severe pain-filled play. He’d go as far as a paddle or a soft flogger, if Amanda was interested, but no further. He liked sensation play more than anything.

  She laughed lightly but it choked off when he slipped two fingers deep into her vagina and proceeded to unerringly stroke her sweet spot.

  “An answer, Amanda, and then you are not to speak again until I allow you,” he demanded again.

  “No. Safe. Word. Tonight. Trust. You.” Each word was dragged from her separately as her world began to spin.

  His fingers had picked up the pace and her vaginal muscles began to ripple around them. Just as she began to near the precipice and think her orgasm was finally looming he slowed the work of his marvelous fingers and she cried out in complaint.

  “Okay, good,” he answered amiably. “Oh, and by the way, Amanda. You are not allowed to come. Not until I grant you permission.” />
  Amanda’s eyes narrowed and she glared at him. “You bastard!” she exclaimed.

  Zack smiled. “Ah, darlin’, I was hoping you’d forget yourself. It gives me a reason to do this.”

  He sat back up behind her and she closed her eyes and leaned into his swats as his hand rose and fell in varying degrees, rhythms, and places on her backside and upper thighs. At the same time his other hand continued its naughty work between her legs, drawing Amanda higher and higher. She liked the edge of pain he brought with her pleasure. It made the pleasure all the more sweet.

  “Remember, baby, you may not come until I permit you.” He grinned down at her as she panted and glared at him, trying to hold on for all she was worth.

  When he did finally grant her permission, he knew she’d explode in a way she’d never forget. Just like in his dreams. God, he’d wanted to do this all frigging week. Delaying the release would make its eventuality all that much better for her and allow her to totally let go of all of her stress and strain. She’d be limp with exhaustion by the time he was through with her.

  “How do you feel about toys?” he asked her rhetorically. “I think we should go shopping together and get some playthings.” When she nodded vehemently he chuckled. “Like that idea, do you?”

  He leaned down and whispered some of the naughtier things he’d like to purchase and how he’d use them on her and she began to shake and sweat. She scowled at him and he laughed again. She wasn’t angry about what he’d suggested, she was angry that he wouldn’t allow her to come and he was pushing her arousal ever higher telling her the ways he’d like to play with her body.

  “Ever had anal sex, Mandy girl?” he asked devilishly. He gathered some of the honey that now liberally coated her sex and thighs, on his index finger and rimmed her back hole, watching her face and observing her emotions. She shook her head but looked as though she wanted to say something.

  “You may speak,” he granted.

  “No, but I wouldn’t mind trying it,” she admitted and then groaned. “Zack, please! I need to come!”

  “Ah, ah, ah. Hold on for me just a little longer, Mandy. It’ll be so good for you, baby. I promise. Hold it for me.”

  He gently pressed his finger into her virgin hole as his other hand kept up the torture at her clit and she gasped at the pinch of the intrusion, then her eyes closed again and she pressed back against him, driving his finger deeper. He played for several more minutes at her backdoor, getting her more comfortable with the concept and stretching her only slightly. It would take more time and patience than he had that night to properly prepare her and they had all the time in the world to explore that aspect of her sexuality.

  He was so hard his cock could be mistaken for a steel pole and his long minutes of exploration and play with Amanda’s body had worn down his own control once more. Telling her what he’d like to do to her with the toys he planned to purchase had driven him to near agony. He had to be inside her.

  “Don’t move,” he commanded her as he left her side to dig in his jeans for a condom. He chuckled when she let out a frustrated moan, and pulled out a roll of about a half-dozen condoms, drawing a sound of exasperation and a choked laugh from Amanda who nevertheless said not a word, still under his order to not speak.

  “I can’t wait any longer, Amanda. I’m going to take you from behind. Stay exactly as you are,” he told her as his shaking hands slid the condom over his stiff member.

  Positioning himself directly behind her and gripping her hips with firm hands, he drove into her tight, welcoming sheath with a single hard thrust that left Amanda gasping for air. As he slid home, Amanda’s hands fisted in the sheets and she clenched her muscles around him as tightly as she could, holding him as he penetrated her.

  Zack cried out her name. “How the hell do you do that?” The doctor in him had to evaluate the situation. “Do you do Kegel exercises every fucking day, or what?” He gasped as she released and clenched around him again as he pulled from her body on an outstroke.

  Amanda grunted at him and then despite his nonspeaking stricture said, “Did you really want to discuss that right now? Because, I have to tell you, I have other things on my mind. Like you letting me come!” The last part of this was delivered in a near scream of pure frustration.

  Zack laughed, he couldn’t help it. That was his Mandy. No matter that she wanted a dominant, in the bedroom anyway, she’d always revert to trying to control him.

  “Topping from the bottom, babe?” He grinned when she responded with a muffled curse.

  Zack drew back and slammed into her as her sheath continued to ripple around him, grasping at him every time he pulled back. He picked up his speed as he felt Amanda build toward her orgasm and knew there’d be no way to hold her off any longer, not that he could, either, he admitted.

  Sparks arced up his spine and his balls drew up so tight he thought he might physically explode from the pressure, he commanded her. “Now, Mandy! Come for me right now, baby.”

  Finally! Amanda was practically sobbing she’d needed release so badly. At his words she let go and flew. Her world and body trembled and shook. Hot flares of electricity raced through her body and exploded in a white-hot starburst at her core. Her muscles convulsed over and over in an orgasm that seemed to have no end as Zachary frantically stroked himself to completion. She even stopped breathing as her muscles locked in ecstasy. Her vision began to swim and black dots blanketed her sight.

  What seemed like long minutes later she heard, “Breathe, Amanda!”

  Zack was collapsed beside her, his eyes and mind searching hers. He had already ditched the condom in her wastebasket by the bed.

  It wasn’t until she heard his order that she even realized she’d been holding her breath. She expelled, and then drew in, a ragged gasp of air.

  “Fly high, baby?” he asked with a quirked grin.

  He knew he’d blown her mind. One of his hands ran lovingly over her back and shoulders while the other dragged the pillows out from underneath her belly and brought them up for them to lay their heads on. Just like that, her dominant lover was gone and her playful, boyish sweetheart was back.

  “Out of the atmosphere,” she replied, eyes closed, chest heaving.

  “So high there wasn’t any oxygen” he joked back. “If you’re going to stop breathing every time I give you an orgasm like that one, I have to say we’re going to have a problem. I guess we’ll just have to play it safe.”

  Amanda’s eyes narrowed. “You wouldn’t dare!”

  Jesus, she’d give anything for him to continue making her feel the way he’d made her feel tonight. She’d never experienced an orgasm quite that potent before. She’d die from heartbreak if she never did again!

  He tapped her smartly on her bottom again and grinned at her.

  “Quit topping from the bottom, damn it. I know what you need, baby, and I know how to give it to you. I wouldn’t deny you that. But if you continue to tell me what to do you may have to wait a hell of a long time to experience it again.”

  * * * *

  Much later on Amanda reflected on their activities. Tonight had been very different. They’d made love in so many different ways. Anyone looking on might have thought them schizophrenic. She’d begun with the upper hand, before Zack had played her Dom, twice. They’d later made slow and easy love to each other as she rode him, supplying tender caresses, and hot sexy open-mouthed kisses. They’d then played and giggled, taunted and teased each other mercilessly until Amanda cried “uncle.”

  Despite the role-playing, he’d eased up on staking his ownership of her and they both relaxed in response to his acknowledgment that Amanda belonged to herself. He had let go of his incessant need to be number one with her and found, incredibly, that her reserve fell away. Since he didn’t push, she didn’t push back. Allowing her to be in charge earlier, if only briefly, had empowered her and she didn’t feel as overwhelmed by him now.

  Amanda now felt like an equal partner in this relati
onship. She wasn’t sure what had happened, or when, but did know that Zack had let go of the insecurity that had almost crippled them. She could read his new willingness to see where all this took them instead of a driving need to control where it went. As a result, their future spun out in front of them and she saw things with such certainty that she wanted to cry out in joy, and if she was honest, just the tiniest amount of terror. Was she ready to go forward? She sure as hell couldn’t go back!

  She was pretty certain that the several condoms they’d used throughout the night had been unnecessary, due to the previous weekend’s sexcapades. She’d seen two small children, a girl and a boy, fraternal twins. She was just uncertain of the timing. That she could not get a lock on. It could be something already in motion or it could be a few years from now. The only reason she assumed it was now was because neither she nor Zack had aged in her vision. She guessed she’d find out for sure in a few more weeks. Wouldn’t Diane just die when Amanda told her?

  She laughed quietly as she lay cuddled in Zack’s strong and possessive arms, and then her eyes flew open and she began to panic. What the hell would Zack have to say if she was? He’d told her he’d be there for her if she got pregnant, but their relationship was rocky enough. She thought they were only just beginning to understand each other.

  “What’s the matter, baby doll?” Zack drowsily murmured in her ear. He’d felt her body tense and also been flooded with her sudden panic. She looked up to see his gaze fixed on her face, evaluating it. Should she be honest? How long would it be before he figured it out anyway? Would he run? Her stomach clenched and she abruptly felt ill.

  Now he was wide awake.

  “What did you see?” he asked curiously.

  He knew that was what had her upset, he didn’t know how but he knew.

  “Tell me, babe.” He threw one of his legs across hers and hugged her middle. Not in ownership this time, in comfort, silently telling her he was there for her.