by Hélène Soper
“Do you know how fucking sexy you are?”
She brushed her hands around his waist and smoothed her palms up his back. He shivered. Luc rarely allowed subs to touch him. He was able to keep himself apart from them if he controlled the physical connection, usually by binding their hands. But he liked how he felt when Avery touched him and the way her gaze all but devoured him. He was more than a slab of muscle who knew how to deliver an orgasm. She made him feel worthy of her attention. Her touch had awakened feelings he thought were long dead and buried.
“This isn’t the time or the place to explore this heat between us. But I can’t walk away and not explore you a little.”
“Please, Luc.”
“Please what, Avery. Tell me what you want, right here, right now.”
He floated his palms along the soft skin of her arms, pulled them out from under his suit jacket, pinned them behind her back in one of his hands and gently pressed her shoulders against the wall as he placed his other hand at the base of her neck and lightly closed his fingers around the porcelain column. He closed the gap between his fingers and thumb with a gentle pulse and release to gauge her reaction. Her back arched farther, thrusting her perfect breasts into his chest as her body tensed and her breath caught in her throat on a gasp.
His eyes didn’t leave hers. He saw intense desire there, marred by uncertainty. He stilled, waiting for her to decide whether she was on board with his plan. Not that he really had a plan, which was bewildering.
This whole evening was so out of the realm of his usual sexual encounters. Limits weren’t discussed. Roles weren’t established. Luc was still a Dom down to his last molecule, and he found comfort and purpose in those shoes. But this was different, whatever this was. Luc, the man, was in the driver’s seat and he couldn’t get enough of the woman in his arms. Master Luc just needed to keep them safely on the road.
It took only a few seconds for Avery’s body to relax and mold into his. Luc took his time cataloging every signal her body put out. Her responsiveness pulled the Master out of the back seat and placed him firmly at the wheel.
“Avery, answer my question. What do you want?”
“Touch me, Luc. With your tongue.” Avery rolled her hips against his erection, mercilessly taunting his control.
Luc growled. “I will touch you, thank you for your permission, but I will decide how.”
Avery might be shy, but it appeared she had a bit of siren in her. And he was just the man to make her sing.
Whoever designed her dress should be given a medal. He’d memorized the intricate details as she walked from table to table. Convenient scoops along the side of the bodice revealed a little side breast — provocative, but not enough to be scandalous. The exposed skin was like a magnet, pulling the back of his hand against her and feathering his touch down her gentle curves. Goose bumps erupted in his wake. The thin fabric of her gown couldn’t hide her puckered nipples. He pinched one and then the other. Her moans shot fire through his cock.
The leg-exposing slit couldn’t be left unappreciated. He slipped his hand inside and traced the lace along the top of thigh-high stockings encircling her legs. Heat engulfed his hand before he touched her mound, driving his lust even higher. He palmed the arc of her firm ass and pulled her flush against his chest, anchoring their bodies together, trapping his steeled erection against her pelvis.
“Do you feel that, Avery? That’s what you do to me. I can’t remember being this hard. It’s all for you, beautiful girl.”
“God, Luc. You’re driving me crazy.”
He needed more. He wanted to strip her bare and spend hours exploring every inch of her skin. What made her moan? What made her wet? What made her come? But this wasn’t the place or the time. Luc wasn’t an exhibitionist, not that he minded taking off his shirt, but he seriously doubted bashful Avery was ready for that kink. Plus, he wasn’t ready to share his girl’s bare breasts or pussy with a random person who could walk by their shadowed enclave. His girl. Where the hell did that come from? She wasn’t his, yet the overwhelming need to protect her as much as devour her surged through him.
The hollow at the base of her neck was ripe with her scent — cardamom, peach, and a meadow of wildflowers carried on a breeze — the same aromas found in Viognier, one of his favorite wines. He dipped his tongue in for a better taste. Moving down her décolleté to the cleft between her breasts, her scent intensified, acting like an aphrodisiac. Each nip with his teeth at the pleasure points along the way, followed by a soothing lick, extracted the most carnal sounds from this woman. Her honest, eager responses frayed his legendary control.
The urge to claim her mouth was as tangible as her silky skin. Not since Sydney had Luc truly kissed another woman. He hadn’t wanted to, until now. Shit. It took every ounce of his dwindling willpower to not ravage her mouth, to connect with her in such an intimate way. None of the subs he’d played with called to his primal need to dominate like Avery did.
Luc pulled back, his mouth hovering over Avery’s lips and his chest heaving like it was starved for air.
“What’s wrong, Luc?”
Control. He needed to get himself back under control. He wasn’t some horny kid hoping to get lucky with the prettiest girl in class. He was Master Luc.
“Just deciding what I want to taste next.”
“I was just wondering the same thing. My lips are aching to taste you.”
This was more than just the Dom in him being lured by a sweet sub. This was a carnal need to ravage her, possess her, claim her. Guilt wracked his system, calling to arms heady arousal, provoking a battle for control of his mind and body. How could he betray his wife’s memory like this, aching to top another woman? But he couldn’t stop.
He gently bit down on her earlobe, licked the hollow behind her ear and traced a path down the column of her neck to the center of her chest and inhaled. Each inch of her skin held its own nuance of her flavor. So far, he’d only explored a small fraction of her beguiling landscape. And he didn’t want to stop.
“Luc, you’re driving me insane.”
Avery’s chest heaved just trying to drag in a sip of air. That’s what this man did to her — he robbed her of her ability to breathe. And he’d only touched her while she was fully clothed. Well, touch being figurative because he used his tongue and teeth in addition to his hands. And it was so good.
“I can’t get enough of you. I want to explore every delectable inch of you.”
Luc’s husky voice was enough to make her pant like a dog in heat but when he dropped it to that melty lower octave and whispered into her ear as he cupped her sex and ground the heel of his hand against her clit, it was enough to launch her into high earth orbit.
Embarrassment flared as she realized her thong was soaked. She hadn't been this wet, ever. Including after she came with the assistance of B.O.B. Her favorite vibrator had nothing on this man.
Luc coaxed responses from her body she didn’t know were in there, locked away waiting for the right key to spring them from their secret hiding place. Was this what chemistry felt like? She’d read about it in romance novels, but the real deal was so much more than her overactive imagination could conjure.
Her legs trembled uncontrollably from the rush of endorphins coursing through her muscles from the carnal pleasure Luc was serving up. If it wasn’t for the wall at her back and the solid man at her front she would be flat on her ass.
He slipped a finger under the elastic of her thong and with one swift tug, it was in shreds on the floor. She gasped. Their gazes locked. Arousal, thick and heavy, poured from him. It surrounded Avery, giving her strength and confidence that calmed her.
“Breathe with me, beautiful girl. Nice and slow and steady.”
And she did.
“Gorgeous. Your panties were soaked. Do you know how hot you are when you get this wet? Feel me, Avery.”
His steel-hard cock pulsed against her as he ground it into her pelvis, notching her own arousal to the ne
xt level. Everything beyond Avery and Luc faded away. Her senses became attuned to every nuance about Luc — his musky, spicy scent flared her nostrils. Each line on his face held a story she wanted to hear, every inch of her skin he touched or licked or nipped came alive with potent electricity. Her eyelids fluttered closed, too heavy to hold up.
“I want to feel your pussy clench around my fingers as you come for me. Would you like to come, Avery?”
“God yes, Luc. Please.”
Fingers slid through her wetness on either side of her clit, stroking her closer to that edge but not enough to blast through it. She moaned, and her head fell forward onto his shoulder as her neck muscles abandoned their post. Luc chuckled. The moans in her head must have escaped her throat but at this point she didn’t care. A colossal orgasm was building deep in her core, taking over her body and mind, so that she could only follow where Luc expertly led her. Nothing around them registered in her consciousness. Luc eclipsed Avery’s senses, completely blocking out any inputs he wasn’t orchestrating. It was overwhelming and outrageously delicious.
A blast of cool air blanketed her chest as the weight holding her up against the wall evaporated. She felt exposed, vulnerable without Luc pressing against her.
“I need to taste you. Grab the light fixture on the wall above your head. Don’t let go. Eyes open and on me.”
Avery complied with his command, though she couldn’t recall willing her limbs to move. Her body did his bidding as if her muscles were connected to his brain. A puppet at his mercy. She should have been freaked out by her lack of control, that a man could penetrate the protective barricades she’d spent the last six years in therapy carefully crafting. But this was Luc, and she felt too damn good to care.
Avery was mesmerized by the unabashed desire glowing in Luc’s eyes as he lowered himself to his knees, slid his hand along her calf to the back of her knee, lifted her leg over his shoulder and grabbed both cheeks of her ass.
“Tell me to stop if you don’t want me to go any further. It’s your choice, Avery. You have control here.”
She had control? Luc’s sincerity was as plain on his face as his perfectly sculpted nose. Could she trust that if she said to stop, he would honor her decision?
She was dizzy with need. There was no way in hell she was going to not feel his mouth between her legs.
“I’m not saying stop, Luc.”
He took a deep inhale. “You smell delicious, Avery. Sweet and spice, like Gewürztraminer.” He caught her gaze. “I’ll never taste that wine the same way again. It will always remind me of this moment. Of you. Thank you for that gift, beautiful girl.”
With one languid lick of his tongue, he tasted every inch of her from between her legs, over her plumped folds to her clit. Her supporting leg shook.
Luc chuckled. “I’ve got you. Relax into the sensations. You taste so fucking good. I wish I could see you better. I want to see how pink you are.”
“I’m not going to last if you keep that up.”
“Don’t come until I give you permission, beautiful girl.”
“What? I can’t control it when you do that.”
“You can, and you will.”
His tongue circled her entrance then delved inside momentarily only to retreat so he could suck her labia, first one then the other, teasing each with the tip of his tongue. Her breathing shallowed as she tried to hang on, tried to obey. Though for the life of her she couldn’t figure out why she didn’t rebel against his commands.
“Come for me, Avery.” He sucked hard on her clit and plunged two fingers deep inside her channel, swiveled his wrist, and hit her G-spot. Her brain was officially offline. She was reduced to a bundle of hypersensitive, fully engaged muscles about to detonate.
“Oh God! Luc!”
Her pussy pulsed around his fingers, and she threw her head back against the wall. He greedily lapped up her juices and placed tender kisses down the inside of her leg. The smile on his face when he looked up at her was breathtaking. She was the one who had the earth-shattering orgasm and he was smiling? How was that even a thing?
He stood, reached up and gently took her arms down from where she still clutched the sconce, gently massaging the muscles to help circulation flow back into them.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Avery.”
She shied away from his gaze, embarrassed that she completely let go all over his tongue and face. Unease played at the edges of her brain too. How could Luc have this kind of effortless power over her?
4
They were halfway to Avery’s house before she cut through the silence. “Thanks again for driving me home, Luc. It really wasn’t necessary.”
God knew he didn’t have a clue what to say. Just because Avery wasn’t his sub didn’t absolve him of his duty to discuss what happened between them. The uncertainty on her face was a clear tell he should have dealt with her post-orgasmic emotions on the spot. Luc had never abdicated his responsibility for aftercare. He knew better. Hell, he’d been better.
The trouble was Avery wasn’t the only person in pieces after that scene that wasn’t a scene. How could he help her sort out how she felt about their encounter when he didn’t have his own shit together? Successful corporate lawyer, multi-million-dollar deals negotiator, Master Luc, yet he couldn’t find the words to articulate what just happened, let alone guide Avery through what she was feeling. He was still savoring her cream, not wanting her flavor to fade from his taste buds. He wanted to discover her edges, to walk the line with her on them and push through the ones she needed to conquer. Wasn’t that the craziest kick in the head?
He grabbed one of her hands from where they both lay on her lap and squeezed, needing the physical connection. “Avery, we had this discussion. I wasn’t going to let you take a cab home this late at night.” He glanced at her but quickly refocused on driving.
A light rain darkened the asphalt making it challenging to see the dividing line. Oncoming vehicles’ headlights punctuated the dark interior shedding enough light to see Avery worrying her bottom lip. The same plump lip that begged to be pillaged. No. Kissing was too intimate — the sharing of souls, the exchange of life’s breath. Sydney was the last woman he would ever kiss. He made that vow at her bedside the day she left this earth. No one would cause him to renege on his pledge to his wife.
Avery squeezed his hand back and didn’t let go.
“Well, I do appreciate it. What sane, red-blooded girl wouldn’t want a hot guy to ravish her in a darkened hallway then take her home? I like your brand of chivalry.”
Luc sensed she tried to sound playful in an attempt to bridge the growing chasm between them that was more than physical.
Luc knew he was withdrawing. Shit, he was doing it on purpose. He couldn’t lead Avery on. She shouldn’t get any grandiose ideas about what their interlude meant. The interior of Luc’s sleek sports car felt as small as the stainless-steel tank he’d crawled into to clean out after transferring the finished wine to bottles yesterday.
He withdrew his hand from Avery’s clasp so he could have both hands on the steering wheel. Her back stiffened as she twisted her face toward the side window. Away from him. He felt like a dick.
“Hot guy, huh. I’ll take it.” He hoped to keep the mood lighter than the heavy shit digging into his brain, settling in as if getting ready for a long winter sleep.
He wasn’t such a complete asshole that he could treat her like the women he usually played with. She wasn’t a one-and-done sub. All the more reason why he shouldn’t have manhandled her back at the casino. What made him need to possess her? In a dark fucking hallway, no less. At least she had a hell of an orgasm based on the way she collapsed into his arms. The way she effortlessly obeyed him in that darkened hallway indicated she trusted him on some basic level. Why did that make him feel like a superhero? Her honest, unguarded responses to his commands fed his Dominant cravings like no other sub had. Not even his Sydney.
A maelstrom of images filled his
vision — the barely-there straps of her dress fluttering down her arms to reveal generous breasts tipped with puckered, pink nipples begging for his mouth, her golden tresses wound around his fist as he guided her to her knees in front of him, her fine features distorted in excruciating bliss as she flew apart on his tongue. Luc pulled the bottom of his tux jacket toward his crotch, trying to hide the bulge flaring to life.
“That’s me on the right, with the red door and black planters.”
Avery opened her door before the car came to a full stop. He grabbed her knee to gently press her down into the seat. “Wait there.”
Light from the overhead street lamp revealed her forehead pinching together and a questioning tilt of her head. “Please,” he added. She heaved a sigh, sat back, and plopped her head against the head restraint as if she was summoning dwindling patience. Not that he could blame her.
Luc shut off the engine, got out of the car and strode to the passenger side to open Avery’s door. He took off his tux jacket and held it open for her as she got out of the car.
“Ever the gentleman, Luc. Your mom would have been proud.”
It was a short walk from the driveway to her front door, but the temperature had dropped a few degrees and the wind had picked up, heralding a typical late-spring Niagara rainstorm in the distance. He laid the jacket over her shoulders and pulled her into his side. This time she didn’t soften and mold into his body. Rather, she felt stiff and held herself apart from him.
“Please, Avery.” Luc felt like a douche for not taking the time to talk about what just happened. “Let me take care of you for a few moments. It would be my pleasure.”
“OK.”
She allowed Luc to wrap her shoulders in his tux jacket, but she didn’t give over completely to him. He still felt stiffness in her muscles, but she nonetheless let him touch her and offer a little comfort. He blew out a grateful breath.
They walked together up the steps to her front door. She fit perfectly against his side. In her heels, her shoulder fit under his arm. A simple nudge of his head and his nose could be buried in her hair, drinking in her sultry scent. No. That would be just piling on the torture, and he was near his breaking point.