Perfect Temptation (Perfect Fit Book 4)

by KB Alan

  “Tell me about your job,” he said when they were walking through the woods.

  “Ah, it’s boring. I like most of the people in my office, I like that it’s not customer service or sales, and that I have some room for advancement, but I’m not on like a corporate track or anything. I guess I could be, if I wanted to, but I don’t. If I do have kids, I think I’d like to stay home with them until they’re in school.”

  He laughed. “That was a lot of emphasis on the word think.”

  “Sometimes I see stay-at-home parents and they look so stressed, I don’t know.” She smiled up at him. “But I think it could be fun.”

  “It was fun having my niece and nephew for a few days, but it was a little bit of a relief when they left, too.”

  She laughed. “I bet.”

  “What about knitting then, why do you enjoy it?”

  “Oh, boy, I don’t know if you want to get me started on that. I love the mix of creativity and rules. Like, if you follow the pattern exactly as it is, you’ll end up with this cool thing. But you can be creative with all the choices in patterns and yarns. I mean, the colors are so much fun, but also there are blankets and sweaters and hats and scarves and baby Yoda.”

  “I liked that sweater you made for Alec’s mom for Christmas, it’s such a great color for her.”

  She beamed up at him. “Isn’t it, though? As soon as I saw that yarn, I knew it was for her. I love picking out the right colors and patterns for people. And I’ve started playing around with altering the patterns, customizing them a bit.”

  “It’s relaxing watching you do it. Peaceful. Except for when you cuss.”

  “Hey! Okay, well, yeah. But, to be fair, my attention hasn’t been as good here, with you, as it normally is.”

  He puffed out his chest. “Are you saying I’m distracting?”

  She smacked him. “Noah, a little bit. Sir, more than a little bit.”

  He smirked. “I’ll take it.”

  “Are you…enjoying this weekend?” she asked.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The tentative sound to Natalie’s question had him pulling her to a stop and facing her. “I am. Very much. Isn’t it obvious?”

  “I guess I’m not sure how much you’re doing to help me out, and how much you’re doing because you want to.”

  “I’m not doing anything that I don’t want to.”

  She frowned, and he put a finger on the line between her eyebrows. Her eyes crossed, looking at it.

  “I’m enjoying topping you very, very much. And I’m enjoying talking to you, hanging out with you, very, very much.”

  She relaxed. “Okay.”

  He considered saying more. Telling her he’d been thinking of things beyond the weekend, but he didn’t want to change her mindset. He’d promised her this time, and didn’t think it was fair to add the pressure of even the idea of more, not when her mind, and emotions, were focused on this. But he was definitely starting to think that walking away on Monday wasn’t what he wanted. Not even close.

  She told him more about her knitting and how she sold some of her projects online. He enjoyed hearing her talk about her passion. Her whole face lit up and her words spilled out in a steady stream. They stopped and sat on a rock for a while so she could use her hands to show him the shapes she was describing, drawing them for him, in the air. Fucking adorable.

  When they headed back, she grew quiet.

  “Are you worried?” he asked.

  “Mm. Sort of. But not really. I know that doesn’t make sense.”

  “It’s all right, as long as it’s honest.”

  She snorted. “My confused and contradictory statements are honest, absolutely.”

  “Nobody claimed this would all make sense.”

  She pulled up short and looked at him, her mouth hanging open in outrage. He tried not to laugh. He really, really did. But he failed. She smacked him on the chest, then giggled.

  “Well. I guess no one did make that claim,” she said when he managed to get himself under control.

  “Sorry, baby. Even worse, when you think you’ve got a handle on your needs, your desires, then they do fucked up things like go and change on you.”

  “That’s just cruel.”

  “That’s being human.”

  “Hmph.”

  When they were within sight of the cabin, he pulled her into his arms. Hers came up to encircle his neck. “Tell me what you’ll do if you get overwhelmed,” he demanded, pressing a kiss to her temple.

  “I’ll use my numbers.”

  “And if you get scared?”

  “Use my numbers and ask you for help.”

  His arms squeezed her tighter at that. “And if you get horny?”

  “Uh, beg you as nicely as I can to let me come.”

  “That’s my girl.” He leaned down and kissed her. Slowly, sliding his tongue between her lips, one hand on her hip, the other on her rib cage so he could just feel the swell of her breast with his thumb. And so he could keep himself from pushing the kiss into more. He wanted to savor this, just this.

  She moaned into his mouth and tried to step into him, but he didn’t let her. Her body softened under his hands. They kissed, and kissed some more, until a bird nearly dive bombed them. He broke away, enjoying the dazed look in her eyes.

  “Let’s go inside,” he whispered.

  She took a deep breath, and preceded him up the drive and into the cabin.

  He closed and locked the door while she disrobed. When she went to her knees, he pulled his gear bag from where he’d left it nearby. Her eyes were on the collar when he brought it up, then closed as he snapped the little lock into place. He teased a finger along the collar’s edge, watched goose bumps pebble on her neck.

  Moving slow and easy, he put the wrist cuffs on, then told her to stand so he could do her ankles. He added the same type of cuffs, but bigger, to her thighs. “Go stand behind the couch and lean over so that your torso is resting on the back. Your breasts hanging over the cushions. You can put your hands at the small of your back.”

  She took a deep breath and then did as he asked. When she was in place, he reached under her and pulled her lip from between her teeth. “The only biting will be what I approve of.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He took her wrists and clipped them to the thigh cuffs, then nudged her feet farther apart. After checking that she was properly supported, he rubbed his hand along her back, butt and thighs. He hadn’t been hitting her hard enough to leave redness, and he wouldn’t this time, but…soon.

  With one hand spanning the middle of her back, he gave her the five spanks, harder than he previously had. He spaced them out slightly, but didn’t pause, giving them all in a row. Her breath was hitching when he finished, but she wasn’t crying.

  From his bag, he pulled a basic wood paddle. He’d asked her what kind had been used on her in the club that last day, and this was a close match. She’d sworn she was fine with that, but he wanted to be sure it wouldn’t trigger her before she went off to play with any other Doms.

  Well, that had been the original idea, anyway.

  Putting thoughts of the future aside, he rubbed the wood against her abused bottom.

  “What’s your number, Petal?”

  “One, Sir.”

  “I want you to thank me, and then tell me your status number, for each paddle strike. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He reached over and fingered her nipples, tweaking them until she gave a low moan. Then he used the paddle. Not full force. He judged it to be medium-hard.

  “Thank you, Sir. One, Sir.”

  “Good job.”

  The next hit was the same strength.

  “Thank you, Sir. One, Sir.”

  He could feel the heat coming from her skin now, when he rested his palm on her ass. She pushed into his hand, ever so slightly.

  Another paddle.

  “Thank you, Sir. One, Sir.”

  He didn’t
wait, as soon as she finished speaking, he gave her a harder hit.

  She cried out, then gasped the words. “Thank you, Sir. Two, Sir.”

  Tears were falling, now, but she held her ass out for him without hesitation.

  One more strike.

  Her head dropped down, but he could still hear her clearly. “Thank you, Sir. Two, Sir.”

  He dropped the paddle on the couch and left his hand on her back to show her she shouldn’t move. He bent over and rubbed his whiskered cheek along her heated ass. She gasped and pushed into him.

  “Maybe next time I’ll give you a hickey on each cheek. Something to aim for.”

  She giggled.

  Unlatching her wrists from the thigh cuffs, he eased her to standing. Examined her face carefully. Her tears had stopped and her eyes were dilated. He moved his gear bag to the sofa and led her around so they could sit.

  “My lap or the seat, it’s up to you, but go gingerly,” he suggested.

  She bit her lip and eased herself onto his lap. He wrapped an arm around her and dug into his bag with the other hand, bringing out a chocolate bar.

  “Ooh, my favorite.”

  He knew. He’d checked. “Why don’t you open that since my hands are full?” He handed it over.

  When she’d torn open the wrapper, she started to bring it to her lips. He opened his mouth, and her hands froze. Then she put the bar between his teeth, and he took a bite. He nodded for her to take the next.

  They sat quietly, alternating their way through the candy until she offered him the last bite. He took a tiny one so that she could still have half. Beaming at him, she popped it into her mouth.

  “Do you know why you thanked me for doing that?” he asked, when she’d stopped chewing.

  “I—not really, Sir.”

  “Because it was a punishment, so that we could move on from the mistake and not worry about it. But it took time and energy and effort from what we would both rather be doing.”

  “Oh. Yes. I see. I’m s—”

  He put his finger over her lips. “No more apologies. You took your punishment, beautifully, and it’s over now.”

  “Okay.”

  He traced her lips with his finger, since it was right there, then pushed it between. Her warm heat welcomed him in, her tongue delicately swirling around his finger.

  “I had planned for us to do some impact play this evening. But we can switch to something else if you think it would be too much. Think carefully, it’s not a problem. I’m giving you this choice, so make sure you give it consideration.”

  He pulled his finger free, and since it was nice and wet, moved it to her nipples.

  “I would like to keep to your plan, Sir. I feel fine, I promise.”

  “The wood paddle didn’t scare you?”

  “No, Sir. I mean, no more than anything else harder than your hand would have. Honestly, I have to make an effort to think back to that day, now. It’s hard to even equate it with what we’ve done here.”

  “All right. I think we’ll make you come first, just for funsies, if that’s all right with you.”

  Another giggle. “Whatever you like, Sir. But I can’t believe you said funsies.”

  He leaned down and kissed her nose. “I’ve gotta keep you on your toes.”

  Her hand came up to caress his beard. “So soft.” Her whisper did things to his insides.

  “Even on your abused ass?”

  “Well, maybe not so much then.”

  Natalie had liked all her time here at the cabin, with Noah. Well, the sitting at his feet thing hadn’t been the best, but whatever. Sitting in his lap, sharing a chocolate bar, him teasing her, that had to be her favorite, though. At least, her favorite non-orgasm time.

  Her butt was hot and tender but she’d sit here the rest of the night if he asked her to. She was a little nervous about what he had planned for tonight, but only in the sense of the unknown. She wasn’t the least worried he’d hurt her or go too far.

  He picked her up and set her on her feet. “Go into the bedroom and kneel for me at the foot of the bed. Hands interlaced and behind your neck, elbows out straight. Facing the door. Eyes watching the floor. Go.”

  She went, forcing in a deep breath, ears straining to hear what he might be doing behind her. She heard him get off the couch and turn out the lights, but then she was in the bedroom and getting into position. She wondered how long she’d be able to keep her arms like this. It seemed easy enough, but she suspected they would get tired pretty quickly.

  Picking a spot on the floor, she trained her gaze on it, refusing her instinct to glance toward the door when she heard him approaching. His bare feet came into her view and his hand settled on her head, softly playing with her hair before he tucked it behind her ear.

  After a moment he let go, and then she only had time to blink at the dark shape in front of her eyes, before the blindfold settled over them. He adjusted the strap until it was snug. It was soft against her lids and when she tried peeking, she found it was completely successful at eliminating all light and vision.

  She clenched her fingers tightly together because for one wild second, she wanted to reach out and touch…something. Anything to anchor her in the darkness. But Noah’s warm hand came to the middle of her back. He didn’t rub or caress or do anything, but it was enough. When he let go, she didn’t react. She focused on her knees and feet, pressing into the wood floor. Her elbows, making sure they were straight out. Her breathing, trying to keep it even. And her ears, attuned to any sound that would tell her where Noah was.

  The sounds of him taking off his clothes made her smile. She smelled the rose before she felt it, it’s satin caress along her spine, down to her feet, then along her legs and dipping between her thighs. Should she widen them? No, he would tell her what he wanted. She didn’t have to guess. The soft touch played along her stomach for a moment, then up to her breasts and the hollow of her neck. Then he pushed her breasts together, trapping the thorny stem between them. Little pricks of pain washed through her as the scent of her rose combined with the scent of him.

  He was right there. Naked. She was positive if she moved her elbow she’d find his leg, but she held still. And he rewarded her by bumping his cock against her cheek. Her lips parted and it took all of her discipline not to turn or lean forward.

  Her arms were beginning to ache, but it was easy to forget about that as she focused on the smell of the rose, the smell of him, the hope that he might slip inside…and he did. She almost sobbed her thanks, doing her best to show him with her mouth and tongue, instead. He eased up on her breasts, letting the rose fall into her lap.

  When he pulled free from her mouth, despite her best intentions, she found herself leaning forward, trying to keep him inside. She got a smart smack to her ass to remind her of her place. Breathing deeply, she pulled her lip between her teeth and tried not to think about how tired her arms were getting. Should she give him a number? She thought she might be approaching a three, or maybe she was already there. Now that she had nothing else to focus on, they were almost shaking.

  As if he knew her thoughts, he took her wrists in his hand. “How are your arms doing, Petal?”

  “They’re getting tired, Sir.”

  “Let me fix that for you. Stand up.”

  He brought her arms down, and helped her stand, then bent her over the bed. He removed the cuffs she’d been wearing. She heard him rummaging in one of his bags and then felt him encase her left arm in something stiff and unyielding. He tightened it, starting at her wrists and working up to the top, just below her elbow. He moved her arm to the middle of her back, then brought the other to join it, lacing it into the binder as well.

  “That should be easier on your shoulders.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “You look lovely. Now crawl up onto the bed and put your back to the pillows. There you go, scoot back farther.” He arranged her so she was leaning back on her arms, into a mound of pillows, then pushed her knees
up to her chest. A click and clank and she found her legs attached to the headboard from the thigh cuffs.

  She couldn’t decide if it was better or worse that she couldn’t see. Running around the cabin naked, bending over for him, all of that had been one thing, but having her knees open and spread, pulled back so her pussy was just…out there, was a visual she was having a hard time coming to terms with. And she really didn’t want to think about how much her stomach was rolling and bulging, either.

  “What are you thinking about, Petal?”

  Uh oh. “Um. Wondering what I must look like right now, Sir.”

  “And what do you think you look like?”

  “I—it’s—um, I think I look…exactly how you want me to look.”

  “That’s exactly right. Are you comfortable?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Well, let’s see what we can do to change that.”

  Oh dear. She heard what she thought was a lid and figured the lube and butt plug were next. Would it be bigger than before? She’d felt so freaking full. She couldn’t stop herself from jerking a little when his oiled finger touched not her anus, but her clit. He rubbed her for a couple of seconds, then stopped.

  “I’ll be right back, don’t move,” he teased.

  She would have rolled her eyes if she could. As it was, she strained her ears and heard him walking away, and then the rattle of the ice dispenser. Apparently he was thirsty. Then he was back, and she returned her focus to herself. And realized something was happening. Her clit was getting warm. Like, really warm. And it kind of felt like he’d put a clamp on it, like he’d done to her nipples yesterday, but she was sure he hadn’t.

  He blew on her cunt and she tensed her muscles at the sensation, but then forced herself to relax. Some kind of heated lube, she realized. He kissed her ankle, his hand on her flank. Then slowly, oh so very slowly, worked his kisses up to her middle as her clit pulsed in its heat. She needed his mouth on her. On there. Needed something. She scried out when instead of his tongue, something cold and wet met her heated folds.

  It took her a second to identify the cold drips of water and the slick, hard ice cube that he was rubbing around her opening, then up to her hot clit. She gasped at the touch, but it was only fleeting, and then the cube was moving again. He teased it into her opening, pushing against her natural muscle movements, but then holding on when those same muscles tried to grab the slick ice and pull it inside of herself.