WaitingforDessert

by Chastity Vicks

  “You look so fucking pretty,” she murmured as he gripped the side of the bed with white-knuckled fingers. “You okay?”

  He nodded, his expression that beautiful, blurry look of a man completely suffused with sensation. She knew every inch of skin she’d caressed with the flogger must be tingling, alive with warmth and tickling with pleasure as the freedom to move after so long flooded back into his flesh.

  “Tell me,” Vivienne prompted, nudging his feet apart with one high-heeled shoe.

  “I’m…great,” Ash said, his gaze moving slowly from her shiny black heels, up her stocking-clad legs to her sleek skirt and blouse, finally settling on her face. He smiled softly. “Thank you, Miss.”

  Vivienne’s stomach clenched around a knot of desire and she reached out, grabbing a handful of his hair. She pushed his head back slightly, keeping firm hold of him as she sat down beside him, her leg hooked over his knee, and leaned close enough for her breath to skim his neck.

  “You’re going to kiss me,” she murmured, inhaling that sweet-spiced smell of his and letting her tongue dart out to touch the point of his jaw, making him shudder and catch his breath. “And then you’re going to kneel. Understand?”

  Ash made a small, strangled sort of noise in the back of his throat but she was too impatient to make him repeat the gesture. Vivienne let go of him, dragging his face to hers, plundering his mouth again as—with permission granted—he was allowed to touch her, taking her in his arms and returning every touch, every kiss.

  Vivienne dug her nails into his back, hard enough to prick but not to hurt, and luxuriated in the feel of his embrace. His bare skin against her clothes, the hardness of his chest against her breasts. There was something so beautifully simple and so irrefutable about this moment, and it fired the lust in her still further. Ash kissed her lips, her jaw, her neck, burrowing into her with the desire to please, to show his affection and perhaps also to draw the comfort from her that he needed.

  She let him take it. Holding him, kissing him, breathing in his scent and feeling his naked, vulnerable desperation so close to her… It was almost more than Vivienne could take. She took hold of Ash’s wrist, her fingers closing on the leather cuff, the D-rings jangling as she pulled his hand away from the nape of her neck.

  “Kneel,” she murmured, pushing down on the top of his head with her other hand, his golden hair crisp beneath her palm.

  Ash obeyed, a breathless smile on his face as he sank to his knees between her stocking-clad legs. Vivienne parted her thighs, pulling her skirt up to give him access. He didn’t plunge straight in, instead working his way up slowly, kissing and nuzzling her flesh. His breath warmed her inner thighs, chasing shivers and warm prickles of delight along the sensitive skin. Her clit beat double time, her pussy crying out for the touch of his expert tongue but she resisted, letting him pay his devotions properly. The feel of his lips skating over her flesh through the lace tops of her stockings took the breath from her and Vivienne leaned back, her weight on her free hand while Ash cupped her hips, the leather cuffs on his wrists digging into her as he gripped her tight.

  She kept her fingers knotted in his hair, her nails resting against his scalp. She didn’t want to guide him, she wanted him to know just how to touch her, how to read her every breath, to feel what she needed. She wanted him to relish every inch of her, to lose himself in her scent, her taste, to make every moment of the experience they had both waited so hungrily for matter impenetrably, until everything else paled into significance…the way the evening had nearly paled for her.

  He had made it so. Her hunger for him and for this. Vivienne shivered, a little of the resentful ire she’d felt earlier in the evening returning to her as she buried her fingers deeper in Ash’s hair. No one else distracted her like he did, occupying her thoughts and her desires. She wanted him marked—his punishment and his acknowledgement of everything he did to her. She wanted to scribe it into his flesh, to lay it on his skin and to see it in his eyes.

  He plunged his face into her pussy at that moment and Vivienne arched her back, the breath hissing between her teeth as he slid his tongue between her slick folds.

  She’d almost started to forget how wet she’d become over the course of the evening but the first touch of his tongue soon reminded her and Ash groaned as he explored her, the vibrations running from his lips to her core. She ground against him, crushing herself to his mouth and reveling in the luxurious swirl of his touch. Her clit pulsed as his tongue skimmed over and over the needy little pit, warmth pealing through her body in waves until she was torn between wanting to pull him ever deeper—riding the pleasure to a raw, desperate conclusion—and pushing him away, playing for as much time as she possibly could.

  Vivienne settled on a compromise, grabbing her boy’s hair hard and pulling his head back, forcing him away from her lips just as she reached her peak. Ash whimpered, still clutching at her thighs, and she reached between her legs, rubbing at her pearl until she came, the orgasm a slow slide of cold fire through her flesh.

  She smiled at his glossy mouth and wild, wide eyes, his cheeks flushed and his breath ragged, and tugged gently on his hair.

  “Get up here. Over my knee, boy.”

  Ash nodded fervently, his “Yes, Miss” almost lost in the tumble of adoration and desire with which he scrambled up, arranging himself across her lap. Vivienne unbuttoned her blouse, her skirt still hitched up and her breasts now bare except for the half-cup bra she wore, her nipples hard as flint through the black lace. With his hard cock nudging against her thigh, his long frame balanced at either end by splayed toes and fingers, she delighted in the pleasure of having him under her hands. She stroked and smoothed, allowing her fingers to rest on the scar at his shoulder, the freckles at the top of his back, the delicious little dimples above his ass.

  Ash shivered, his buttocks clenching in anticipation.

  He cried out at the first slap of her palm, and Vivienne didn’t correct him. She struck up a steady rhythm, one-two across his cheeks, until his skin was warmed and flushed. Only then did she allow her strokes to grow harder, thudding into his flesh with enough impact to jar him on her lap. Ash groaned, steadying himself on his hands, his hips moving hopefully as he sought to rub himself against her, only to be rewarded with another series of sharp, stinging spanks.

  “Please, Miss,” he murmured as his backside grew pleasingly rosy. “Please…”

  Vivienne pulled back abruptly, her breath short and her pussy sopping wet.

  “Get on the bed,” she managed, eager for him to stand up so she could pull off her blouse and shed her skirt, her clothes now no more than an inconvenience, an infuriating barrier to what she wanted. “Sit up. Hands behind your back.”

  Ash obeyed, his legs splayed out and his cock jutting proudly, wet with pre-cum and probably aching for release. A sheen of sweat had begun to slick the top of his chest and that beautiful sex flush of his had spilled from his cheeks to his neck. He watched Vivienne’s every movement as if he were a jackal as she grabbed one of the discarded loops of rope, fastening the cuffs that still hugged his wrists to the bedframe, his shoulders bunched behind him in a pleasing arrangement of muscles.

  She climbed onto the bed, tugging the cups of her bra down in order to free her breasts, her pussy bare but her legs still encased in the garter belt, stockings and high heels. Ash looked as if all his birthdays had come at once and he whimpered as she let him nibble hungrily at her tight brown nipples, crushing her breasts to the warmth of his face as she straddled his lap.

  Vivienne sank down onto his cock eagerly, a sigh rushing through her teeth as he filled her, and she gave both of them a moment to adjust before she began to move. Ash groaned, leaning in to kiss her neck, his lips worshiping the curve of her throat as she tipped her head back, allowing her hair to fall behind her. His hot breath raised shivers on her skin, tickling the point of her jaw as her pussy trembled around his hard, searing cock and their gasps were a damp union when she began to c
ircle her hips, meeting each of his urgent thrusts.

  Ash tugged harder at his cuffs, bending his knees to give himself the leverage he needed to fuck her, his legs wrapped around her body. Vivienne dug her nails into his shoulders, her eyes closed as she focused on the blissful rhythm of his cock and the thrum of pleasure each stroke sent reverberating through her.

  Ash panted against her and she bet he was desperate for his own release though he didn’t ask, didn’t beg. Vivienne clung tightly to him, her movements growing rougher and faster as her need built. She reached down between them, adding pressure on her clit as the thick, heavy slide of Ash’s cock stroked her pussy to distraction. Her breasts rubbed against his chest and his panting breaths grew ragged as—arms still tied behind him—he thrust up into her again and again.

  “Come for me, sweetie,” she whispered urgently as the first threads of her control began to snap, the weight of her climax washing up between them.

  Ash let loose a rough, feral groan. The room’s quiet was ripped away, filled with the sounds of their bodies meeting and their gasps mingling. Vivienne braced herself against him, fingers still dancing on her clit, edging herself into ecstasy as he swelled and pounded within her. She bit Ash’s earlobe as she felt him come, her teeth latched to the soft flesh while she whimpered, her own pleasure pushing her past the white heat of self-control.

  She rode him through it, milking every last bead of bliss from her orgasm, luxuriating in the fast, disorienting rise and the plummet back to ordinary sensation, still hugging his hardness within her and cherishing every stroke of his flesh against hers. Vivienne pushed her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair, leaning her forehead against his.

  “Oh…”

  Though her eyes were closed, she felt the warmth of his breath on her face as he chuckled lightly.

  “Yes, Miss.”

  She smiled and stroked his nape.

  When her blood stopped buzzing and the roar subsided from her ears, she would get off him and unfasten the cuffs from his wrists and ankles. She had no doubt he’d have marks—those little red bands of chafing that would be gone by Monday morning, just like him—and they would lie in bed together, each of them taking the time to float back to themselves, to be calm and get used to breathing again. She would stroke Ash’s back and feel him lying next to her and, either later or in the morning, she would send him to clean up the debris from the dinner party.

  That was, after all, what she kept her boy around for…among other things.

  On Monday morning, Vivienne would go into the office and pick up the threads of tonight. She would reap the benefits of impressing people and working hard at doing so, and she would even follow up on that conference in Portland.

  But right now? Right now and for the next two days, she was happy.

  Dessert was always the best part of the meal.

  About Chastity Vicks

  Chastity Vicks likes her denim ripped, her music loud and her beer very, very cold. Her stories trail a scarlet-tipped finger across the fantasies and secrets inside us all and, while the genres might change, the heat is rarely turned down.

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