by Nikki Sloane
Luka climbed onto the bed and settled his knees between my legs. He put his hands on the mattress on either side of my arms, and his mouth repeated the path. Warm, wet lips trailed over my breasts. One, then the other, and back again. I bit down on my bottom lip. I’m not enjoying this, I repeated in my head as a mantra, although my nipples tightened under the command of his mouth.
It became difficult to remain indifferent as he dropped a trail of kisses lower. And lower. His hot breath rolled over my skin, and I grew shamefully wet between my legs. I cursed my betraying body, and the indecent desire I had for him to finish his journey. Hell, I wanted his mouth on me. His hold on the leash was symbolic of his hold over me.
The clock continued to tick away over the sounds of Luka’s quiet kisses, and the occasional noise of him shifting over me, working lower. My pulse had quickened, speeding much faster than the slow ticks of the second hand.
When he was nestled between my thighs, he halted, teasing his lips just above my slit. His focus wasn’t on me. It was on the clock. “You’re going to come at exactly nine twenty-two. Not fifteen seconds before, and not ten seconds late. Perfectly at nine twenty-two.”
I swallowed a breath. It was about to be nine seventeen. He waited until the clock struck the new minute, and descended on me.
Five minutes. At first I thought it wasn’t enough time to allow myself to enjoy it enough to get off. I’d had to throw out my mantra and start over, telling myself how much I did like his touch. But as his tongue glided over me, massaging the nub that held most of my pleasure, I began to worry five minutes was too much time.
Could I fake my orgasm? Would he be able to tell if I did? And what if I came too early, could I stay silent as the sensations gripped me?
He started slow, licking me gently in one long stroke. It made my legs shudder. He repeated it, this time with more pressure, and I bit back a soft moan. I didn’t need to persuade myself this felt good. His mouth was very convincing.
As he increased his pace, my hands balled into fists on the sheets beneath me.
His gaze was on me, watching how I fought my body. I forced my back not to arch, and refused to shift to a position to make his mouth line up where it would feel even better than it did already. But his gaze, like mine, would occasionally drift to the clock, checking to see how much longer.
“I could eat this pussy all day long,” Luka mumbled. He sucked my clit into his mouth. Teeth were involved, and I bowed off the bed with a cry. It hurt, but in a good, surprising way. The sensation had me sweating.
When I had less than two minutes left, fear whispered at me. You won’t make it, and he’s going to punish you. My eyebrows tugged together in concentration. I couldn’t think like that. I focused on the heat his tongue generated, and didn’t restrain my moan. It was long and sounded like a plea, and . . . it turned me on. The sound of my own voice filled with pleasure carried me upward, causing another moan.
“Fuck, yes,” he urged. He glanced at the clock and back to me, writhing beneath him. His faint smile was sinister. “You seem to like it too much. Maybe I should stop.”
My muscles tensed. “No!” I said, far too desperate sounding. “No.” The second one was calm, but filled with worry. If he stopped, I’d never meet his ridiculous goal.
Desire, mixed with victory, painted his face. “You want me to fuck you with my mouth?”
Oh, how quickly he’d turned the tables on me. He’d left me with no choice. “Yes. Please.”
His hands curled around my thighs and held me tight as his mouth closed over my clit. His tongue slid around and fluttered, occasionally slipping down to dip all the way inside. I groaned and burrowed my hands in my hair, then hurried to check the clock.
Forty seconds left. I was getting close. In fact, if he stayed right where he was, I’d just need to hold back the orgasm until it was time. My breath had gone ragged and I was still squirming, but his hands held me open to his invasive, seductive tongue.
Then, it was gone.
Luka hovered above, his lips wet and breathing hard. His face was faintly flushed, and his expression wild. He looked gorgeous.
“Please,” I whimpered. There was twenty seconds left, and he’d ceased all action, leaving me right at the precipice. I put my hand on his head and pressed downward, signaling what I needed. “Luka, please.”
But he ignored me and held fast, his powerful eyes staring at me in a challenge.
15
THERE WERE ONLY TEN SECONDS LEFT, but forget it. I wasn’t going to fail this test, not when Luka had gotten me ninety-five percent of the way there. He hadn’t said how I was going to come, or who was responsible for getting me off, so he’d forced my hand. Literally. My face burned with humiliation as I set my fingertips on my clit and began to rub in tight circles.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this in front of him. It was so intimate and private, and it was as if he’d stripped me bare of my decency, forcing the raw, carnal version of myself out onto a stage. Luka’s eyes flooded with desire, turning into dark pools of lust. He seemed fascinated and excited to watch the show.
I was panting as I glanced at the clock a final time. Three seconds. I squeezed my interior muscles, and lifted up on my feet as the orgasm approached like a sudden hurricane. My hand moved furiously to encourage the swell.
“Fuck, yes.” It came as a gasp from him.
The orgasm tore through me, splitting me apart. I collapsed on the bed, gasping and shuddering as I pulled my hand away. My center was quaking in the aftermath of the explosion. The pleasure had been fast, but strong, and it took me several breaths before I could think again and the tingling faded.
Luka was a blur as he crawled off the bed and tore at his clothes. The t-shirt was yanked off and tossed away, followed by the descent of his jeans and boxers. He moved with precision, like he didn’t want to waste another second. Ironic when we’d spent five silent minutes staring at a ticking clock.
He was a clever bastard. If he’d demanded I touch myself, I likely would have done it, but I would have felt too uncomfortable to achieve climax. Had pushing me to the edge and leaving me dangling there been his goal? To see me get off by myself?
It wasn’t the first time I’d seen him naked, but the sight of it still felt new and dangerous. Predators were the most beautiful creatures by design. His sinewy form encouraged my gaze downward, to where he was fully erect, angling out from his body. He wrapped a hand around the head of his dick and stroked. He looked at ease like this. Powerful and in control, the one hundred and eighty degrees from me. I’d felt scattered and frantic as he had watched me touch myself. Luka was confident.
When he climbed on the bed, I retreated, giving him as much room as I could. Only, I’d forgotten about the long metal chain attached to the leather band padlocked to my throat. He could grab it at any time and flex his control.
He didn’t. Instead he lay down on the bed and faced me, putting a hand on my shoulder. His voice was whisper-soft. “Come here.”
I wasn’t sure what he wanted and I was too afraid to ask. I inched closer with my breath held and my body tense. Luka studied my cautious approach, scooped an arm under me, and yanked me awkwardly on top of him, so I had one leg between his and our chests were pressed together. Naked flesh to naked flesh.
Like my bold act a few moments ago, this also felt shockingly intimate.
“Christ, Addison.” His eyes were heated. “Can you feel how hard you made me?” I could, since his erection was nudged against my hip. “You’re sexy as fuck.”
He caressed his hand up and down my back, stroking. Each pass it dipped lower, until he finally curled it around my thigh and shifted beneath me. Now I was straddling him and the contact of his skin on mine sent a delicious shiver up my spine.
“I knew you’d do it,” he said, and I could feel the deep rumble of his voice reverberating through his chest. “You’d be perfect, because you want to be the best at everything.”
I turned my head
to the side and stared at the straight lines on the elegant wallpaper. I hated how he had me so figured out when I hadn’t a clue about him.
His lips pressed against my neck, just above the leather collar and beneath my jaw. He breathed the words and they soaked into my skin. “I want to do it right this time. Let me make it perfect for you.”
He was actually asking for permission, more or less, which struck me deep. He didn’t need my permission—I’d already agreed to surrender, so his statement threw me off-balance. His hands were fitted on my waist, holding but not trapping me.
Luka’s approach today was as it had been Friday night. Like the living frog in a pot of water, slowly increasing the heat on the burner until it was too late and he was boiled alive. I’d been the oblivious victim then, but now I went into it with eyes open. I saw Luka’s hand turning up the heat and chose to stay in the water anyway. I was a stupid girl and deserved whatever I got.
It was weird being on top since it gave me the illusion of control. It was only an illusion, though. His kiss engulfed me. When I moved my hips to line him up, he took over. He put his hand between us and held himself steady so I could slowly lower down.
I grimaced as he began to intrude.
“It still hurts?” he asked, halting my progress.
“Yeah.” The ache hadn’t been noticeable until I tried to take him inside.
“Go as slow as you want.”
His expression was confusing. It was the same concern I’d seen from him once before, mixed with something else . . . It was surprise. If I had to guess, he was surprised he was feeling concern, probably because he wasn’t used to having feelings at all.
I was anxious and nervous in the position. As if I were on display, but there was a sliver of excitement as well. I was about to have sex for the first time by choice, even if that choice was twisted and warped.
It hurt a little, but the pain was more discomfort rather than true pain as I eased myself further down on him. Luka’s eyes hooded, but he watched me, engrossed. The stretch between my legs was bearable, and I pushed down further.
Going slow was . . . strange.
I was hopelessly out of breath and trembling, unsure whether or not I could go on, but like everything else, I wanted to be good at this. A slow hiss crept out of Luka as I took another inch inside me. My hands gripped his arms ferociously. What did his hiss mean? Did he like it? My gaze connected with his, and time froze.
He’d said I stared at him like I wanted Luka to do bad things to me, and now I was seeing that same look from him. His eyes were filled with profane desire, and they were a loud plea for everything I could give.
“Fuuuuck,” he uttered when I’d made it all the way down and he was fully seated inside my body. His expression twisted with lust, focused only on me. It was crazy how he made me feel. He acted like all of my inexperience was a benefit, not a drawback. He was eager to show me more.
My breasts flattened against his chest and he reached up, tucking a wayward lock of my hair behind my ear. His fingertips lingered, skimming down over my lips. When he lifted his head up to bring our mouths together, he began to move, pushing his dick deeper.
Oh. My. God.
His mouth was fire and passion. All of his kisses before had been a warm-up and this was the big show. He’d drugged me on Friday night, but his kiss this morning was far more potent. I moved my lips against his, seeking his tongue, and moaned when he took control. His hands on my waist encouraged me to rock back and forth.
The slow, deep penetration was shocking, not just in sensation, but in how much I enjoyed it. His dick was so hard, and it felt . . . good. The contact of his body both inside and against mine was much more pleasurable than I’d expected.
“Do you like this?” I asked him between two painstakingly slow thrusts.
He shot me a look like I’d asked a ridiculous question. “You feel fucking amazing.”
Maybe I needed to give up thinking altogether, since I couldn’t sort out my feelings. His praise made me consider a shy, bashful smile and I longed for the confidence he always held.
He moved cautiously. Each thrust was gentle and paced, and he seemed to scrutinize my reaction, watching for any sign from me to stop. Luka cared now? I could handle him being callous and mean, but this version of him? Not so much.
His slide in and out of me sent electricity dancing along my nerve endings, and I gripped his arms, holding on as the onslaught began. His mouth walked over my skin, finding the perfect spots to cause shivers, and his fingers dug into my hips, driving me down on him.
“Do you like this?” he said softly, teasing my words back at me.
Did I? He’d built to a steady rhythm and it pounded away the sensible voice in my head. I shoved my face into the side of his neck. He smelled wonderful, all woodsy and manly. I whispered it against his skin. “It feels good.”
Deep inside me his muscle flexed. My mouth rounded into an O. That felt really good.
We were naked, and not moving all that fast, but in no time we were both slick with sweat. Luka was a furnace, and his hot mouth had me dizzy. So hazy, I didn’t notice his hand curling the silver chain around his fist. The chain was slack as he set his metal-wrapped hand on the small of my back.
There was pressure on my neck, tugging me up. His control on the leash gently forced me to sit upright on him, and my eyes went wide with panic. I didn’t like the distance between us. When I’d been over him, I’d been too close for him to really look at me, but now he was easing me back and going to see all of it.
“Grind on me,” he said. He squeezed my waist, showing me exactly how he meant. I tentatively swiveled my hips, and he groaned. “Yeah, just like that.”
His dark brown hair was askew, and his expression was raw. Primal. His body, glossed with sweat, was corded with lean muscle. Perhaps having to sit upright wasn’t so bad. I was supposed to hate him, but I didn’t right now. I’d suspend my hate until this was over, and enjoy looking at him until then.
The choker kept getting tighter, though, and I leaned back, having no choice but to reach behind and put a hand on his knee for support. My back arched and I stared up at the ceiling. It presented my breasts to him, and his hand slid a line up my belly and chest, until his palm cupped a breast.
What did we look like? I was riding him with my head thrown back, the roots of my hair damp with sweat, and his arm flexing as he pulled the leash, arching me like a bow. I lifted myself up and down, pumping on him, and . . . hell. I felt so sexual, and it was undeniable how much I liked the feeling.
He used his fingers to tease my nipple, while beneath me he matched my frantic thrusts. His dick drove into me at a different angle. It created a new kind of ache and a dark craving my body whispered only he could satisfy. It was all building too fast to stop, not that I wanted to now.
I gasped and panted, desperate for more but not sure how to get it. My worry was unnecessary. He’d said I was an easy read, after all. Luka must have known. His hand on my breast trailed down over my curves, coursed over my belly, and touched me. His thumb rolled circles on my clit.
“Luka,” I moaned. The leather was constricting around my throat. His control was wrapped all around me, but it added to the experience. If I wasn’t in command, I couldn’t be held responsible. I was about to come, but it was only because he demanded it, I told myself. There wasn’t guilt or shame in doing what he said, because I was only trying to survive.
“Yeah?” he said in a hurried voice. “You like that?”
My eyes fell shut. Emotion and sensation overwhelmed me. “I do.”
The tempo increased, and the sharp, repeated slap of our bodies meeting filled the room. He was like a piston between my legs, and coupled with his devious thumb, I wouldn’t last much longer.
“Put your hand on your tit. Pinch that pretty pink nipple.”
His command sent a rush through me. I palmed my breast, and pinched the distended nipple between my thumb and index finger.
> “Harder. Until it hurts.” His gaze was locked on my hand. “Do it like I would, if I wasn’t playing with your pussy right now.”
I quivered. He was so filthy and unapologetic. It sent a shockwave of pleasure up me, melting my thoughts. I clamped my fingers hard, obeying his order, and it made my breast feel heavy. The focused, localized pain was enjoyable, but his thumb . . .
I’d never come with something inside me before. A few times I’d fingered myself, but it hadn’t done anything for me, so I stuck to stimulation on the outside. This felt amazing, and I was sure my orgasm was going to be huge. My hand gripped his leg and he yanked hard on the collar. I was going to lose my mind. It felt too good with his hand stirring me.
“I’m gonna come inside your tight pussy and fill you up.”
His dirty words sent me over. I cried out at the crest of my ecstasy, and moaned the whole way down. The orgasm bloomed from deep inside and traveled outward in powerful waves, rendering me immobile. Every muscle in me locked down, trembling at the assault of bliss, and finally surrendering.
Luka moaned, louder than I heard from him before, and shuddered. I’d just finished recovering when he started to come. His groan of satisfaction was loud and punctuated with labored breath.
I gasped at the rhythmic jerks inside me, followed by heat. Even though my orgasm had dissipated, this felt nice. And his expression as he came was captivating. His dark eyes were closed and his lips parted, and a vein by his temple pulsed. He looked . . . peaceful. Were these few short seconds as he came the closest to happy Luka got?
He wrapped the chain around his fist once more, brought it in front of me, and jerked me forward, crashing his lips against mine. My head was a jumble of thoughts, but he kept them isolated and quiet while his mouth was on mine.
I was still trembling as he backed me off of him. His fingers went to the padlock at the top of my spine, and a few seconds later the leather band was pulled free from my throat. I exhaled in relief, and my newly exposed skin was cold in the fresh air. His lips traced where the collar had been.
