by Grant, Livia
Damn, she was amazing—blushing beautifully while her nipples hardened again to long pebbles, betraying how turned on she was. Oh, she’d deny it to her dying breath, but it didn’t matter—his request turned her on.
“I’ve waited long enough, young lady. I understand you may have never done this before, but you’ll need to get used to it.”
“I don’t think that’s possible,” she whined, panic raising her voice almost an octave.
He was walking the tightrope without a net, very aware the beauty torturing herself at his feet, trying to figure out if she could obey or not, just might call out yellow or worse, red, then their fun would end abruptly. He’d been turned down—more often than not—by other play partners when given the same order, but tonight felt ten times more important. He prayed he wasn’t going too fast.
Please don’t leave, kitten.
He stopped short of saying the words out loud, giving her time to come to terms with his kinky request. He couldn’t help but notice how unusually vulnerable he felt as he waited for Nalani’s answer to his very personal order, confirming what he already knew.
Nalani was special.
She was going to chew a hole in her bottom lip, biting on it so hard as she blushed at his feet. He felt her temptation. She just needed a bit more help.
“Look at me, Nalani.”
He was so grateful he hadn’t washed her face yet. A few faint streaks of mascara remained, the ideal accompaniment to her humiliation.
“Push off your knees and squat over the drain right behind you.”
That order took her longer, but now that he was using his sternest Dom voice, she slowly moved into motion, following his direction.
“Such a good girl,” he praised when she’d complied. He let their intimacy grow as they stared into each other’s eyes, noticing her short sips of breath as she waited. “Now, empty your bladder like the dirty girl I know you want to be for me.”
Christ, she was adorable. The pink blush on her cheeks turned a bright red just as the first yellow splashed onto the tile around the drain. She started with just a small trickle as she tried to relax enough to piss. Her embarrassment had just started to recede when Shane couldn’t resist upping their little game.
Taking his prick into his left hand, Shane aimed, letting his own stream of pee shoot out his shaft, hitting a bullseye exactly where he had aimed—the landing strip above Nalani’s pussy.
It was kinda crazy after all the intimate things they’d done with and to each other, but the simple act of peeing on the Hawaiian beauty made him want to yank her up and onto his pole for another ride, all over again. Pink turned back to red as she internalized just how dirty his game was becoming. The acrid aroma made it impossible to ignore the reality of their intimate scene.
When their streams of yellow had finished, he held out his hand, offering her assistance to stand. The second she was upright, he yanked her into his arms, hugging her tight and showing his appreciation for her trust.
“That was amazing, baby.”
He felt her wobble on her feet. Maybe she deserved a bit of a reward? Dare he?
Shane shuffled them toward the six-foot long teakwood bench, just out of the spray of the three water streams.
“Be a good girl and kneel on the bench. I want to get you squeaky clean now—inside and out.”
Lucky for her, he hadn’t come prepared with all of his kinky toys for his stay at Runway. It was probably for the best, anyway. Intellectually, he knew Nalani wasn’t ready for punishment enemas and diapers. Still, there was one favorite kink he needed no sex toys to enjoy.
Once he had her situated, Shane grabbed the bar of soap again and lathered up his hands. While he loved to bathe his submissive for the night, he took care washing the last remnants of makeup from her still-pink cheeks. He worked in silence, re-soaping, then moving to her cheeks at the other end of the bench.
Shane started slowly, gently cleaning her ass before sliding slippery fingers through her wet folds, careful to wash off any residue of their urine.
While technically she was perfectly clean, he dragged his finger through the crevice of her ass, teasing the puckered, dipping his finger in and out to tease.
“You’re taking your cleaning very well. You deserve a nice reward. When I get finished, I’ll let you thank me properly.”
“Thank you for what?” she asked adorably, looking at him over her shoulder.
He was helpless to stop, needing to see her reaction. Shane spread her asscheeks wide and leaned down to lap at the tender bundle of nerves, sucking her delicate flesh into his mouth between licks.
He was ready for her to try to buck out of his grasp. Grabbing her hips, he held her steady as he grew bolder, sticking his tongue into her clean hole before lathing all around her pucker, rimming her perfectly.
“Don’t! That’s gross!”
He replied by cupping his tongue into a point and sticking it into her ass as far as it would go. While it wasn’t even close to as deep as the plug he’d just removed, he knew it was more than big enough for his submissive to feel the intrusion.
Nalani started pushing off the bench, thrashing to get away from him as he tightened his hold on her body, riding her flailing body perfectly. When she fought to stand, he easily lifted her bottom half off the bench, suspending her like a rag doll while his tongue never lost contact with her most sensitive flesh.
Shane listened carefully for her to call out a color, but there was none, only beautiful begging for him to stop, followed by involuntary mews of pleasure, mixed perfectly with growls of protest. The lady may protest with words, but her body was on fire—the smell of her arousal proved that.
It would be so easy to reach around and flick her clit, tipping her into another orgasm. Better yet, he could replace his tongue with his—once again—hard shaft and make her cry out from the burn of her virgin ass being breached by his cock.
Instead, he fell back to his favorite kink of all—edging. He may not be locking her into one of the many chastity devices he owned just yet, but Nalani was about to learn just how stingy he could be dishing out pleasure, preferring instead to flame their need until each of them was starving for release. He couldn’t wait to see the horny desperation in her gorgeous eyes as he paraded her in public after being denied pleasure for several long days. He’d whisper obscene things into her ear until she was so frenzied to be fucked, she would plead beautifully.
His decision made to wait to edge them until later, Shane deposited Nalani’s feet back on the marble, careful to support her with a hug from behind as her legs stabilized, leaning down to talk against her ear again.
“What do you say we dry off and order up a few snacks before the kitchen closes downstairs?”
She answered with a breathless, “Okay.”
Shane turned off the water, grabbing several of the plush towels from the shelf outside the spray of water. He took joy wringing the water from his submissive’s hair before wrapping it in the towel, taking the opportunity to explore her curvy body again as he patted her dry, face to feet, enjoying caring for his sub.
It only took a few minutes to dry off and don the plush robes that came with the suite since they’d ruined the ones they’d brought up from Black Light. Once they were back in the main suite, an awkward silence fell. For the first time, Shane realized, besides the smoking hot sex they’d shared together, he knew next to nothing about the woman standing in the middle of the room, looking lost.
“So, any foods you can’t eat? Allergies?”
“No.”
“You in the mood for something special?” he asked as he opened the leather-bound room service menu. “I’ve found the chef here is very open to making just about anything as long as she has the supplies.”
“That doesn’t surprise me. Avery’s great.”
Shit. Until that moment, he’d conveniently forgotten she worked in the mansion and of course, knew the chef.
Shane looked up from the menu i
n time to see Nalani looking around the room, her panic growing as she looked lost.
Closing the menu, he took several long strides to close the short distance between them.
“Hey, what’s going on, kitten? You look like you’re about to cry.”
She didn’t answer, turning away, refusing to look at him but unable to hide her trembles.
“Are you cold? I can turn the air off.”
She shook her head, but still, no verbal answer.
He’d lost her. The tenuous thread he’d built up between them over the last few hours felt like it had been severed. The realization slammed into him hard.
Fuck that, I’m not done with her yet.
Shane reached to hold her chin, forcing her to look up at him. Tears pooled in her eyes, and oddly, he hated them. It surprised him to realize he longed to see her smiling so big, those cute dimples would pop out again.
“Talk to me, baby. What’s going on in that head of yours?”
It was torturous, waiting for her to answer him, but he hung tight. Right up until she yanked free of his grasp and took off at a brisk walk toward the leather bag on the luggage rack.
Her clothes were in that bag.
Shit.
It only took a few long strides to catch up to her, yanking the bag out of her hands, holding it out of reach. She only struggled to reach it for a few seconds, giving up when she realized she wouldn’t win this battle.
“You want to go? Fine. I’ll even drive you home, but not until you level with me. I need the truth. What the hell happened?”
Her panic was tangible. He felt like a prick preventing her from leaving, but he’d never professed to be a boy scout.
“Goddamnit, talk to me.”
Nalani glanced up at him several times but wasn’t able to sustain her gaze. Almost a full minute went by while he waited before she exploded like a popping balloon.
“I don’t even know where to start! It’s so confusing to be here—in this room I’ve been in hundreds of times before, only this time I’m naked… with a famous man who just…. licked my…” She shook her head, refusing to finish that thought. “I’m making the mess instead of cleaning it up.
“Everywhere I look, I’m reminded this is my place of employment, and everyone here is my co-worker, which makes being here with you crazy. Add all the things we’ve done together, and it’s insane times ten. I don’t know you. Not really. And you know nothing about me. So, where does that leave us? I mean, we haven’t even….” Her voice trailed off, trying her best to look away, but he held her chin forcing her to maintain their connection.
His mind raced. Every word she’d said was one hundred percent accurate, but it didn’t mean shit.
“Nalani, you’re right. We have so much to learn about each other, but that’s why I want you to stay. Please, spend the next few days with me.”
“Why?” she spat stubbornly.
His mind raced, searching for the right words to change her mind. He knew he couldn’t Dom his way out of this standoff. The insecurity he’d felt earlier was back in spades. It had been a long time since anyone, let alone a submissive, had made him feel this insecure, unsure of what to say or even think.
Words escaped him as a burning need like none he’d felt before threatened to consume him. A picture of a caveman throwing his woman over his shoulder, dragging her back to his cave, chaining her down so she couldn’t leave him flashed in his brain. If only he could tie Nalani to his bed until she came to her senses, but even he wasn’t a big enough asshole to do that.
When he didn’t answer, she yanked free and resumed reaching for the bag with her clothes.
Like that caveman hunting his prey, Shane dropped the bag and pounced on Nalani. Struggling in his arms, she swatted at him as he worked to subdue her. There was no way she was getting away. Not before he…
Shane yanked her closer, trapping her in a bear hug, crashing his mouth down on hers in a passionate kiss. The sparks that had been there between them all night reignited, flaming his libido, as Nalani’s legs gave out from under her.
Her complete surrender to his kiss fed his ego. When her hands tentatively fumbled between their bodies, reaching under his robe for skin-on-skin connection, he was tempted to pick her up and throw her on his bed to consummate the seduction in progress.
Only when they were both short of breath did he finally pull out of their kiss, holding her tight against him as they rested their foreheads together. Her gasps for air after their passionate kiss were sexy as hell.
“Now… there’s no way in hell you’re gonna convince me you don’t belong here with me. Not after that kiss.” He paused, waiting to see if she’d try to keep protesting. When she didn’t, he doubled down.
“So, here’s my proposal. I’ll order up a pizza and some appetizers, along with a bottle of wine and maybe a couple beers. Then, we’re going to enjoy our first meal together while we play a little game of Truth or Dare to start learning more about each other.” He leaned back far enough to see her eyes widen at his suggestion.
“That sounds like a pretty dangerous proposition for me since it’s coming from a man I’m pretty sure is fearless when it comes to dares.”
She wasn’t wrong about that. At least the curve of a smile was back on her lips as she teased him.
“Is that a yes to the pizza?” he pressed.
Victory—a smile big enough to bring out those adorable dimples of hers.
“I’ll stay, but only because it’s pizza. I’ve been craving it for days. Just don’t put crazy toppings on it.”
“Fine,” Shane chuckled. “That can be my first question. What are your favorite pizza toppings? Or… would you rather a dare instead of answering?”
“Oh, I think I can handle answering the truth on this one.” Her soft laughter was so sexy as she teased him. “I’m not picky. Just no pineapple or anchovies.”
It only took a few minutes to place the room service order. Determined to keep things light between them, Shane took Nalani by the hand and led her to the couch near the fireplace. While she got comfortable, he took a minute to light the fire and lower the lights in the room. When he was seated, facing her, close enough to reach out and hold her, he tried to return to their game.
“So, tell me the truth, Nalani…”
“Oh no, you don’t. You asked your question already. It’s my turn.”
“Fine. Ask away. I’m an open book.”
He could almost see her brain working overtime to come up with a good question.
“Okay, got it. You don’t seem afraid of anything. Have you ever really been afraid?”
What a strange question for her to ask first. Little did she know, he’d been afraid just minutes before when he thought she was going to leave. Still, he knew that really wasn’t what she wanted to know.
“I used to be pretty afraid of heights, but then I did a military movie pretty early in my career…”
“Behind Enemy Lines.”
He smiled. “You’re a fan?”
“It’s a classic. I’d have to be hiding under a rock to have not seen it.”
“Interesting. How many other of my movies have you seen?”
She blushed beautifully as if she’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
“It’s not your turn to ask a question.”
“Touché. So, anyway, there were several scenes at the top of rock formations, and while I had a stuntman for the most dangerous stunts, it was becoming a pain in the ass to have him in all the shots. When it came time to film the parachute jump, I decided enough was enough. I hired an instructor and forced myself to jump out of that perfectly fine airplane. Scared the living shit out of me the whole way down, but once the parachute came out and I landed safely, I was hooked. It was truly an amazing experience, and I haven’t been afraid of heights since.”
“Wow, I don’t think I could have done that.”
“You can do anything if you have a big enough incentive. Now… my tu
rn. How many of my movies have you seen?” She couldn’t hold his stare, glancing away. “You can always switch over to a dare if you’d like…”
“Oh, no. I’m not going to be doing dares if I can help it. God only knows what you’ll come up with.”
Shane loved the dimples popping through with her broad grin.
“You’re stalling.”
“Fine. I admit it. I’ve seen them all, okay?”
“Even the rom-com that flopped a few years ago?”
She looked like she had something sour in her mouth as she admitted, “I’ve seen that one the most.”
“Interesting. So, you’re a romantic?”
“How many questions do you think you get here?”
“Is that such a hard question to answer?”
“No, but I want to save it, so you don’t think of harder ones.”
“Sorry, kitten, but my brain has no shortage of harder questions. I’m just trying to ease you in here.”
She mumbled something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like, “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
“Fine. Your turn, then. Ask away.”
He enjoyed watching her think of questions almost as much as her answering them.
“Okay… it’s none of my business, but…”
“Maybe I want everything to be your business,” he interjected.
“That doesn’t make any sense. We barely know each other.”
“I have a rule,” Shane grinned, unable to resist teasing her. “Once I’ve rimmed a beauty’s asshole, there are no more barriers.”
Damn, he loved making her blush. It was almost too easy.
“Well, ironically, that was going to be my question. Exactly how many women’s… um… bottoms… have you licked?”
“I don’t think…”
“Truth or dare. Answer or you have to do a dare, right?”
Busted.
“You sure that’s the question you want answered, kitten?”
“Not really, but it’s the question I need answered.”
He didn’t like the sound of that distinction. He briefly thought about lying—he was an actor, he could pull it off—but lying to Nalani felt wrong.
“What if I told you I honestly don’t know?”