“Yeah, I don’t seem to be that great at them either.” She rocked back on her heels as she tried to think of what to say next. “I’ll just uh—” She gestured awkwardly with the clothes still clutched in her hands.
“Lauren, wait. I know I didn’t give you the best introduction to kink. And I don’t really deserve a second chance but I would love to get one. From you, I mean. We don’t have to get back into the restraints and blindfolds but maybe a little—” He shrugged and shuffled his feet.
Suddenly all the charm and slick smoothness had left him. He had become an uncertain, awkward guy standing in front of her. She found it incredibly cute and irresistible. Biting her lip to keep her silly grin at bay, she couldn’t restrain her giggle as she nodded.
All the strain and nerves melted from his body. Lauren worried for a moment that she’d have to help him remain standing. But as fast as the tension left him, a steely resolve swept over him as his shoulders straightened and that familiar glint flashed in his eyes. He held out his hand commandingly. Without a thought, she plopped her hand in his. It took her a beat to realize that he hadn’t been asking for her hand but for the clothes she had been grasping like a lifeline until that moment. She blushed as he pried her fingers from her clothes and threw them over his shoulder without even looking to see where they landed.
“This won’t be a set scene. No ‘yes, sir’ or commands not to come. Just two people enjoying each other.”
She looked up at him and nibbled her bottom lip. As great as that sounded—he was incredibly gorgeous and charming after all—she couldn’t help but wish for a little more. Nothing scary or painful, but more. But she didn’t say anything. She couldn’t say anything. What if he rejected her again?
“Well, maybe that and a little extra something.”
It took her a second to realize she hadn’t said that. The words were deep and masculine. What the hell? Was he a mind reader?
He chuckled. “I’m not psychic, sweetness. With such an expressive face as yours, I don’t need to be.”
She blushed and looked away.
“None of that now.” He cupped her jaw in his hand and forced her to look at him. “You don’t need to be ashamed of anything you want or need. There’s just you and me here.”
She smiled at his words. Suddenly all the tension and expectation of the night disappeared. She could do this. She wanted to do this. Rising on her tip-toes, she covered his lips with hers. This time, she was the one to take his lips in a heady, aggressive kiss. She pressed her tongue forward and duelled with his before coyly withdrawing to let him conquer her.
He flicked his tongue across hers and she felt an answering pang between her thighs. Setting up a pace of advancing and withdrawing, he mimicked the action he would later take inside her. Weak in the knees, she pulled away, panting, before she sagged against him.
Chapter Nine
Jamie took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He couldn’t let it get out of control again. After the mind fuck he’d given her earlier, he was grateful to have a second chance. He was amazed she’d trust him again with her gorgeous naked body. He stepped back and swept an appreciative gaze over her. And what a glorious figure it was. He lingered on her pebbled nipples. The wonderfully devious things he would like to do ran through his mind. So many options, so little time. But he couldn’t go too far. He had a very small amount of trust with her and he couldn’t—wouldn’t violate it.
A red flush stole over her body and reminded him that he had probably been staring at her amazing breasts a little long for her comfort. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Some uneasiness would make her release all the stronger.
“Come on, kitten. Up on the bed.”
She looked at him with a question lurking in her eyes.
“It’s all right, darling. Do you need a minute? We won’t use a safe word here. A simple no and anything and everything will stop. Okay?”
She took a shuddering breath and nodded determinedly before clambering on the bed. She scrambled across the covers and lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling with her hands clenched at her hips.
He sighed deeply. He had one hell of a mountain to climb to get back her absolute trust. But he would. He had to. Something about Lauren drew him in more than any other woman ever had. He would make this the most amazing night of her life.
Yeah. No pressure.
Wiping his suddenly damp palms on his jeans, he forced a calm expression. The twitch in her eyebrow made him think that maybe his façade wasn’t fooling her. He slowly knelt on her side of the bed and crawled across the mattress to her. More than anything he wanted to soothe that look from her face.
“Look at me.” He watched her gaze dart all around the room, avoiding his eyes. He put some of his inherent toppy inflection into it this time. “Look at me!”
Her eyes immediately swung to his.
“Watch me, kitten. There’s no one else in the room. Just the two of us. I promise.”
She exhaled and some of the tension seemed to leave her shoulders. But the bottom lip caught between her teeth made him wonder if she was disappointed by his promise. Or she just wasn’t ready for them to begin. If it were the former…he didn’t know what he would do. He couldn’t share her. Ever.
“Are you disappointed it’s just us?” He couldn’t believe he had voiced his innermost fear. What the fuck was wrong with him? Where was the cocksure top? The take-no-prisoners dominant? All it took was one little, curvy brunette to make him weak in the knees. Okay not just any brunette. But still…
“Well…” Again she couldn’t meet his stare.
His heart fell. “Oh.”
“I didn’t want him here, I mean,” she said in a rush. “Well not here here if you know what I mean. But the thought—the thought was hot. Drew me in,” she finished lamely.
“Huh? Was that English? ’Cause I didn’t understand a word of it.”
She laughed. “What I meant was, I thought the idea of it was hot. The first part—where he was just sitting in the chair watching us. It was the last part that made me uncomfortable. Partly because you didn’t seem into it. But mostly because I was afraid of where it was going. Of what I would let you do with him and me. I don’t think I could ever do that. The three of us. Together.”
He blew a relieved breath and sat back on his heels.
“You’re…disappointed?”
“No, far from it. I’m proud. Proud that you didn’t let me force you into something you didn’t want to do. Plus, I’m a little turned on that you’re jealous. Afraid of sharing me with the big, bad Sawyer, huh?”
She laughed. “Well, I do read his blog…”
“And he has no shame.”
Her eyes twinkled. “Or sense of privacy.”
“He’s never been accused of being a wallflower. But now that we have all our cards on the table—” he noted the lack of tension in her body as well as the luminous look in her eyes, “—I’m ready for some hot loving. Let’s get this party started.”
Lauren rolled her eyes. “Corndog.”
“Hey, I can’t be Don Juan all the time.” He sprawled across the bed and lay next to her. When he heard the hitch in her breathing, he smiled. Playtime was just beginning. Instead of diving back into her kiss as her parted lips seemed to be begging for, he rested his head against her breast and took the nipple into his mouth. He played a bit with the beaded tip, flicking it with his tongue before biting down a little rougher than a vanilla lover would.
She hissed in reaction. But instead of pulling away or saying no, her hips arched into his body.
His lips curled in satisfaction as he pulled away. He quickly latched on to it again while his fingers played with her other breast, relearning her curves. Remembering one of the surprises he had tucked into the pocket of his jeans earlier, he pulled away and dug for the small item. A telltale buzz reached his ears before he managed to grasp the now-vibrating bullet. So much for surprises.
Although judg
ing from the confused look on her face, maybe not. He pulled the buzzing nipple clamps from his pocket with a flourish. “Ready for Nipple Clamps 201?”
“Holy crap,” she breathed. “I—I, uh thought we weren’t going to scene.”
“We’re not. Doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy some kinky fun. If you’re up for it.”
Eyes as wide as saucers, she licked her lips before nodding slowly. “Oh yeah, I’m up for it.”
Christ, she was cute when she was horny.
Moving quickly, he went back to thumbing her nipples before pinching the tips between his thumb and finger. But he probably didn’t need to, she was so excited by the sight and sound of the clamps, her nipples were already standing at attention. He loved this part. Drawing out the moment, the anticipation, until she was practically crazy with lust.
After playing with her nipple for what probably felt to her as endless minutes, he clipped the jawlike clamp to her breast and let the vibrator attached hang like a weight but turned off. Her hiss of pain as he attached the first one had him searching her face for any sign that she was past her limit.
“Easy, baby. Breathe. The pain will pass.”
Her wrinkled brow eased as she settled into the bite of the clamp. She practically purred as he flicked the vibrator on. He decided not to tighten them any further. Well, not for now at least.
“You have gorgeous breasts, and such a pretty pink. When I take these off, they’ll be dark red and ready for my mouth.”
Her skin flushed and her legs inched open. Taking advantage of her distraction, he quickly attached the second clamp but didn’t turn this one on. He wanted the juxtaposition of the two sensations to sink into her.
Unable to resist the urge, he licked those cute, hurting little nipples. Taking one into his mouth, he suckled around the clamp and flicked it with his tongue. At the same time, he drew his fingernails very lightly down her body to her mound, adding another slight pain sensation to her overwhelmed body. He chuckled when she lifted her hips as his fingertips arrived at her pussy.
Taking her subtle hint, his lips soon followed the same path his fingernails took until he lay between her thighs. Staring up at her exposed pussy took his breath away. Her soft pink lips glistened with her arousal. He breathed in the amazing smell of her. His hard-on throbbed in response. He could probably break concrete with his erection. More than anything, he wanted to grab her by the hips and bury himself inside her and never let go. But he didn’t. He couldn’t, at least not yet. He was afraid if he did, he would spill himself inside her before the fun even began. He hovered a hair’s breadth away from doing just that. Closing his eyes, he tried to think unsexy thoughts. Baseball stats, balancing his checkbook, anything to keep his baser impulses at bay. Finally after a few more deep breaths, he was reasonably sure he wouldn’t come all over the sheets.
Reaching up, he adjusted her nipple clamps, turning one off and the other on. Lauren gasped. Her big, brown eyes searched his as she nibbled on her bottom lip. Her face was an open book of need and desire. He couldn’t help himself. He had to cover her lips with his. He infused all his feelings in the kiss, trying to tell her without words how she made him feel. She kissed him back just as passionately. Her hips arched off the bed toward his own. Urging him with her body to take her.
He pulled away. She whimpered in response.
Smiling at her obvious need, he grabbed the tube of lube hidden beneath the pillow and sprawled again between her legs. He quickly spread some lube on his middle finger all the way to the second knuckle. Taking his time, he teased the skin around her anus, tickling and tantalizing her with the possibilities of what his finger so close to that part of her body would mean. Just as she began to dance under him, he pressed the blunt finger against her anus.
She sucked in a breath and her worried eyes stared back into his own. Ah, so his little kitten had more than a few untested boundaries. With a wicked grin and a devious chuckle, he gently slid his finger inside her. The tight puckered ring of muscle clamped down on him. She clenched her thighs around his arm and whimpered.
“Ssshhh, it’s all right, darlin’. I’ve got you,” he murmured against her pussy. He licked and nipped at her clit, keeping her distracted with his tongue. He slowly began to thrust his finger in and out. Keeping up his torment, he watched her face for any sign of distress. Instead, she panted and moaned her approval. Her hips tilted up to him, wordlessly demanding he continue. He watched as the muscles in her thighs tightened and knew she was moments from coming.
“Oh. Oh God. Please, Jay. Can I… I need to—” With a keening wail, she climaxed. Her pussy throbbed against his tongue as her entire body shook with the force of her pleasure. He rested his head against her thigh and waited for her to relax enough that he could remove his finger. She clasped it tightly with her body as small tremors continued to shudder through her.
Finally, after a few moments, he was able to remove his finger without causing another aftershock. He didn’t want her to have another until he was buried deep inside her. He jumped off the bed and quickly stripped off his pants before donning a condom. Checking her over, he decided to remove the first buzzing clamp. Lauren groaned as the clamp came off her nipple. Knowing that she was hurting, he bent and sucked the tip of her breast, telling her with his actions that he cared.
Of course he was still a Dom at heart and left the other clamp in place. For now.
Kneeling on the bed between her thighs, he guided his dick to her hot pussy. Her warmth enveloped him as he gradually pushed inside her. He closed his eyes at the sensation. Lauren moaned beneath him and wiggled her hips, trying to encourage him to move. He bent and took her lips in a bruising kiss, putting all his pounding desires into his tongue. He duelled with her tongue, leading her in a thrust and parry that his hips would soon mimic.
Lauren pulled away with a gasp. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Please just fuck me already.”
Although the Dom inside him wanted to draw the moment out, his own urgent needs convinced him to follow just this once. He withdrew from her pulsating pussy little by little until just the tip of his dick remained. And just as slowly, he pushed back into her.
“Argh! Move dammit.” Lauren thrust her hips frantically against his. “Faster.”
He froze inside her.
She pounded her hands against his shoulders as she thrashed underneath him. “Please. I want—I need…more!”
“Ssshh, kitten.” He cupped his hand under her jaw and tilted her face up to his. “Relax. We’ll get there. But we’ll travel at my speed, not yours.”
She stared up at him through her dishevelled hair. After a few blinks, the desperation left her eyes and a soft acceptance remained. She took a shuddering breath before nodding. “Okay.”
His heart clenched at her gentle trust. Smiling down at her, he tenderly brushed the hair out of her eyes. “Good girl.”
He resumed his pace, leisurely withdrawing before pushing back inside just as slowly. He kept his steady rhythm for endless minutes while Lauren panted beneath him, begging him with her eyes. The combination of her hot, clenching pussy and the need in her eyes had him on the brink. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore. Reaching down between them, he rubbed his thumb against her pulsing clit while his hips pounded harder. She clasped around him as her keening moan rent through the air. His eyes crossed at the spastically milking sensation clenching his cock. Unable to hold back a second longer, he thrust one more time inside her with a groan. Pleasure racked his body until it felt like every molecule of come had been sucked from him. Groaning, he slumped on top of her but kept most of his weight on his knees and elbows, taking care not to crush her.
Once his body stopped trembling, he rolled to his side of the bed. He smiled at the continued small shudders that shook Lauren’s body and pulled her against him. Something poked against his stomach. Pulling back he looked down and saw her nipple clamp still buzzing between them. He quickly detached it and bathed her hurting nipple with his tongue
at her softly murmured whimper. Once she calmed, he pulled her against him once more. She cuddled close, resting her head in the hollow of his shoulder, and he kissed the top of her head.
Christ, the woman had just rocked his world. He wanted more—he wanted her. For the first time in a long time he couldn’t imagine walking away. What the hell was he going to do?
Chapter Ten
“Oh my God,” Lauren gasped.
“Yeah.” Jamie’s chest vibrated under her cheek with his rumbling words. She’d never felt like that. Sure, she’d had sex before. She’d even been with Jamie but this time…with him… Something about tonight just took her breath away. He was perfect. They were perfect together.
She sighed and revelled in the post-orgasmic haze. Her entire body tingled in the most pleasant way. If she could bottle this feeling up and draw from it anytime she wanted, she would. Unwilling to let the feeling disappear she tried to think of something, anything that would make the moment last.
“You never told me why you are up here. It’s a strange getaway for someone who loathes skiing.” She mentally winced at her brusque question. Anything would’ve been better than that.
“…BDSM clubs get together for a little fun. This year the Cave hosted and the members decided to combine their passions—skiing and bondage. I’m just a fan of the latter though. We were having pre-dinner drinks when I saw you across the room.” He huffed out a laugh. “Sawyer gave me hell this morning for missing the party last night. But you were worth it.”
She blushed at his compliment but startled at his next statement.
“You know, you never told me what it is you do.”
Amazement swept over her. She had slept with this man, had let him do things to her body she had never even thought possible, and he didn’t know the first thing about her.
“I’m an editor at Vegas Lifestyle magazine,” she mumbled.
“An editor, huh? I had a feeling you had the brains to go with your beauty.”
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