Mastered 2: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender

by Opal Carew

  They were there together, staring at each other in complete wonder as his climax kicked him up to heaven. Only when the last pulse of it faded did she collapse against him. Her head rested on his shoulder, lips pressed against his neck. “That was nice,” she murmured. “But I still want you to fuck me properly.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Alle puffed the hair from her eyes and lifted her head after a moment or two of cuddling. “Spook?” His eyes were closed, breathing slow and even, but she could feel his pulse racing where their skin lay pressed together. His cock remained stubbornly hard too — it jabbed against her hip as she stretched her muscles — even though she was pretty darned certain he’d come. The stickiness bonding them suggested so.

  “Spook?”

  A pleasant tingle remained in her scalp, and her nipples were still peaked and eager for more fun.

  “Shh, I’m not done holding you yet.”

  “Sorry, I’m getting cold.”

  He reached over and tugged the duvet off the bed, so that it settled over them like a tent. “Better?”

  She smiled. “Cosy.”

  “What?” he asked a moment later when she failed to settle back down upon his shoulder.

  “I just wondered what it’s going to take to get you inside me. I mean, I love everything you do, but…” She wrinkled her nose, as she looked into his eyes. “How long, Spook? And what’s the big deal about it anyway?”

  “I expect it’ll happen at some point.” He gently moved her arms from around him and wriggled out from under the duvet.

  Shit, no. No walls, please. She leaned after him, trying to clasp his hand to stop him retreating back into himself. If she let this happen after every time they had sex, they’d just keep endlessly repeating the same cycle of lust and denial, and never move forward to something more concrete.

  Spook frowned at the mess upon his stomach, then at her hold on his arm. “We need some tissues.”

  No, they didn’t. They needed to speak plainly to one another. “When will it happen?” she asked.

  He concentrated on finding something with which to clean up the mess; rather than answering, selecting a hand towel from a pile on top of the cupboard by the trouser press.

  “Spook?”

  “When I feel I’m ready to hand over that much of myself.” He scrubbed viciously at his stomach, only stopping when she joined him and curved her naked body against his back. Alle took the towel from him, speedily wiped her own skin, and then tossed the soiled cotton aside. She faced Spook, taking both his hands in hers. He really was the most beautiful man, even more so naked than clothed; graceful, powerful and proud. Gently, she traced the lines of the tattoo upon his bicep.

  “You don’t need to tell me anything about why it is you feel the need to hold back. Not now. Not ever, if you don’t want to. Though, it might help to speak to somebody.”

  He sighed at her concern and shook his head so his long hair masked the Valkyrie on his arm. “Alle, I talked it out years ago. I don’t need therapy. No amount of analysing things will change the past. What happened isn’t going to go away. I know how to deal with it. I’ve been dealing with it a long time. Us being together just means making a few adjustments, that’s all.”

  “I wasn’t suggesting that you need therapy. I’m saying, I’m here for you.”

  He smiled and hooked his hand around the back of her neck. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he tugged her forward, close enough to kiss. “Of course you were, and you’re sweet for it.” His lips pressed gently to hers. There weren’t any great explosions of fireworks. It wasn’t that sort of kiss. It did offer reassurance though. It told her he hadn’t locked all his emotions up in a box, and that he wasn’t about to run. “Sleep with me,” he said. “And I do mean, actually sleep.” An enormous yawn creased his face.

  “If I get into bed with you, I might not want to sleep.”

  “I do.” He laughed around another yawn. “Orgasms are hard work. I might need stamina lessons. Fuck knows how Xane manages to come five times a day and not fall over.”

  “Practice,” she suggested, not believing for a second that Xane actually had that much sex. Sure, she believed he was a devil with a rampant libido, but five times a day was still an exaggeration. No one had that much sex on a routine basis, not even rock gods.

  “OK, naked lady — it’s bed time.” Spook swept her up into his arms as if she weighed nothing and carried her over to the bed, where he deposited her onto the sheets. Alle clung to him, her arms looped around his neck, refusing to let go until he’d kissed her nose and promised a swift return. “It’ll be cold without the covers,” he pointed out.

  Alle sagged into the mattress while Spook scooped up the duvet and swirled it so that it sat around his shoulders like a cape. Then he dived on her, making the whole bed shake and startling a laugh from her. “That’s my super hero attack.” He joined in with her merriment, while holding himself over her, supported on his forearms. “I like being with you, Alle, no matter how things turn out, I want you to remember that.”

  “I like being with you too,” she replied, while tracing the contours of his lips with a single digit. Like wasn’t quite the right word, but it would do for now.

  He clasped her hand and sucked the tip of her finger. “This isn’t always going to be easy for me, but I made a decision tonight, and I’m going to stick with it. I’m going to stick with you.”

  “Stick away.”

  He snuggled up close and set to nibbling the curve of her ear.

  “Hm, there seems to be a stick between us.” She observed, feeling the pressure of it against her belly. She might have the impression that his head still wasn’t entirely on board with the idea of a relationship, but his body had embraced the notion whole-heartedly. Alle curled her fingers around his cock, which flexed in welcome. “Let me suck you, Spook.”

  “We should rest. I’ve an early flight tomorrow.”

  “You can rest. You don’t have to do anything besides lie there and let me kiss you.”

  He put his hand over hers to still the sliding motion she’d begun. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep if you have my cock in your mouth.”

  “Yeah,” she drawled. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep until I’ve had your cock in my mouth.”

  “Alle,” he sighed, but a smile played across his lips and danced in the hearts of his blue eyes.

  She freed her hand from under his and resumed stroking him. A loud gasp whistled past his teeth when she swept her thumb over the head.

  “You want to do it that much, eh?”

  She nodded. “You’ve no idea. I love everything about sucking you and giving you any sort of pleasure.” He was both responsive and appreciative, at least once you’d broken past the defences he kept erecting. “Let me love you, Spook.” She didn’t only mean in terms of sucking his cock. “Let me give you something to think about while you’re in the air tomorrow. A little farewell gift, if you like.” Even if the contract for her to work with Black Halo was now guaranteed — and she’d not believe that until it had signatures on it from all parties in ink — there’d still inevitably be some time apart. Xane had mentioned August. It was currently July.

  “Thinking about you tends to play havoc with my ability to walk,” he remarked.

  She urged him to roll over, onto his back. “You don’t need to walk on a plane. You can hide under a blanket.” The idea of him recalling this moment, and having to stroke himself under the cover of a dull camel coloured blanket, while Xane sat beside him, and flight attendants monitored the aisles, set a broad grin across her face. Really, how could she resist such a possibility?

  Alle dipped under the covers. There was hardly any light beneath, so she relied on touch to guide her. Finding his cock wasn’t exactly difficult, not given how huge it was at the moment, and it bobbed up and slapped her when she got near anyway. Oh, yes. The scent of him, heated up her insides as much as any other sensory cue. She clasp
ed him around the base, and then teased him mercilessly with hello kisses to the head, before sucking him. He couldn’t quite keep his body still as she used every trick she knew to give him pleasure. In this moment at least, Spook Mortensen was hers, and she was desperate to keep him. He wasn’t an easy man to seduce, not that she was sure this was a seduction, unless it was hers.

  Tremors tightened the muscles of his abdomen. Soft groans accompanied each precious lick or suck she bestowed. She could tell he was trying not to make a noise, probably thinking about the poor souls in the room next door. She had no idea who they were. Maybe it was Graham Callahan, Black Halo’s manager. Spook was private enough to want to suppress anything about himself that pertained to his private life. He was the antithesis of the rest of the band.

  After only a few seconds, he flipped back the covers and laced his fingers through her hair, touching her, guiding her. He inched up the bed, so that he was propped on the mountain of pillows. “I need to see this.”

  “I’m more interested in having you feel it.”

  “Oh, be assured, I’m doing that too, but I like visuals and it’s fucking hot seeing your lips around me like that.”

  “I’ll tell you what’s hot — seeing your expression when you come.”

  He exhaled hard, and his next few breaths became distinctly laboured. Was he thinking of her photographing him or of her expression when she broke apart in his arms?

  “Is it true you collect photographs of women’s orgasms?”

  “Sort of,” he replied in a raspy, shaky voice.

  “I think I’d like a picture of your big O face.”

  “Alle.” His grip upon her hair tightened a little. She could almost hear the thoughts running through his head. You talk too much. Stick to the task. I thought you wanted me in your mouth, but now you’re all questions. Then finally, an actual instruction, “Shut up and suck me.”

  Lips pursed in amusement, Alle took a peek up at him. His limbs were trembling with the strain of holding himself in check. She pressed her teeth into her lower lip, mirroring his expression, and then gave him one kitten soft lick.

  “Suck, not lick.”

  She licked him some more, working from crown to base, then back again. “You don’t want me to suck you,” she teased. “You want to fuck my mouth.”

  He shook his head in denial, but there was no ignoring the hitch in his breathing her words had provoked, or the delight that shone in his eyes.

  “You’re desperate to fuck my mouth. You won’t fuck me anywhere else, but you’ve convinced yourself oral is OK. So do it, Spook. Take what you need. Take everything you need. Fill my mouth and show me how you’re secretly, desperately imagining fucking my pussy.”

  Damn, she was a bad girl with a filthy mouth on occasion, but she didn’t exactly hear him objecting, leastways, not to her straight talking. He did make some sort of muttered protest about where he wanted to slide his gloriously long dick. Just into her mouth — yeah, right!

  “Tell me where you want me. How you want me.”

  “On your back,” he demanded.

  Alle immediately rolled over.

  “No, this way round.” He positioned her width ways across the bed, with her shoulders on the edge of the mattress and her head dangling. Shivers raced through his limbs as he came to stand by her head. He planted his feet wide apart, willing his shaking muscles into stillness. “Suck my balls,” he demanded, standing over her. “Take them in your mouth, but do it gently. Really gently.”

  For someone who’d gone without sex for so long, he certainly knew what he liked. “I love it when you get bossy,” she remarked, prior to complying. Alle tentatively touched his sac with her tongue. This wasn’t an act she was familiar with, but if he trusted her enough to do this, then she was prepared to experiment.

  “The whole thing at once,” he advised.

  OK, she reckoned she could do that, once she’d explored the dividing line between them to get her bearings. Whoa, she had to open pretty wide to get the whole thing inside. It felt like an egg in her mouth as she gently moved it with her tongue. Spook’s jelly legs started to tremble more violently. She stroked her palms back and forth along his thighs to help steady him. Maybe, doing this lying down would be better, when there was less chance of him toppling over.

  She released him, and then did the same for his other nut.

  “That’s enough,” he asserted when she’d pleased that one too. “Now suck me.” He angled his cock down towards her lips.

  Ah, so that’s why he’d gone for this angle. He slid smoothly into her open mouth, went deeper than she knew she could stand, and fucked her furiously. There was no resistance, no irritating gagging, just raw pleasure. Mostly his, but she’d always liked the sensation of a cock in her mouth. He came probably thirty seconds later, his hot come filling her mouth and making her instinctively swallow.

  She always swallowed like a good little girl anyway, or a bad one, depending who you were talking to.

  Alle held him until his cock was soft. Next time they did this, she was going to go down on him while he was still flaccid. She liked the sensation of a cock growing hard in her mouth. All right — and the sense of power that went with it. But who could blame her? It was heady stuff.

  She rolled onto her stomach. Spook helped her onto her knees, so they were facing. He kissed her, apparently indifferent to the traces of his seed still on her lips. It was just another reason to love him. He wasn’t squeamish — at least, not when roused.

  “You know, I don’t think letting you do that every day is going to be a hardship,” he remarked. He brushed the pad of his thumb over her reddened lips.

  Alle grinned. “As long as I’m going to get a return on my investment, I don’t mind.”

  Spook returned to the bed and settled against the pillows. He opened his arms so she could snuggle against his naked body. “Are we back to the issue of penetration again?” He groaned, and then puffed a stray strand of her hair from out of his face.

  “I didn’t mean to raise it.” She sighed and pressed a kiss to his breast bone. “It’s just important to me.” In all her previous relationships she’d had no trouble getting sex out of the guy, but anything kinky had proved miserably unsatisfying. Spook was the reverse, but she hoped, given time, he’d be up for sex and kink together.

  He snuggled her closer, so that her ear rested against his chest, and the thud of his heartbeat drowned out most other sounds, then reached across and turned out the lamp. “It’ll happen, Alle. I said it would, and it will. Have a little faith in me, and I promise to make it worth the wait.”

  “Promise?” He was hard to make out in the dark, but his arms were wrapped tightly around her, and his enticing scent filled tickled her senses.

  “I promise.”

  “Then I’ll be patient.”

  She let her head loll and her body relax. It was only when she drifted on the very edge of sleep that she swore she heard him whisper, “I need to be sure it’s absolutely what you want.”

  # # #

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  A New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of erotic romance, Madelynne Ellis aims to deliver burn-the-fingertips-off, character-driven stories that enchant, torment and don’t shy from the darker aspects of life. She lives in the UK, not far from the Welsh border with her partner of 20+ years, their two adorable children, and two equally adorable cavachons.

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