by Ivy Barrett
He could picture her in bed with her laptop, reading everything she could find about the lifestyle. She was a curious little thing. And her relative innocence was so refreshing, he was happy to answer her questions. Even if her naked body was a cruel distraction. “A lot of people use contracts to avoid miscommunication. If the sub isn’t allowed to speak once the scene begins, the contract allows them to explain exactly what they will and will not do.”
“Shouldn’t I have a safe word?” Her voice was hushed again as if they were discussing something forbidden. Didn’t she realize how widespread these pleasures had become? Like tattoos, spanking and restraints had become almost mainstream.
“I’ve used safe words in the past, but I’d rather have you tell me when you like something and when you don’t. If you ask me to stop, for any reason, I will. That doesn’t apply if you’re being disciplined though. You’ll frequently want that to stop. Still, you need to get over your reluctance to talk about sex before we try anything more regimented.”
“All right.”
“Now comes the tricky part.” He paused and soothed her with a tender kiss. “I want you to think before you answer and be brutally honest. Do you want me to leave my pants on as we originally planned, or do you want me to fuck you?” She stilled beneath him, barely breathing. Her lips trembled and uncertainty clouded her eyes. It was answer enough. She wanted him, but she wasn’t ready to trust him completely. He placed his thumb across her lips. “I’m sorry. You already told me that you don’t know what you want. I shouldn’t have asked. My pants stay on until you’re ready for more than casual pleasure.”
Before she could change her mind, or more importantly, before her answer could change his, he lowered his head and kissed her. Her lips parted, inviting his tongue into the silken interior of her mouth. She kissed him back, her tongue stroking over and curling around his. Her immediate response sent lust spiraling through his body. His cock had been hard since she took off her top, but this was different, hungrier, more elemental. He wanted her pinned beneath him, arching into each thrust as he filled her again and again. But more than superficial release, he wanted her need to equal his. She wanted his skill and expertise. That much was certain, but she didn’t really want him.
He slipped one arm beneath her neck, supporting his weight so he could touch her with his other hand. Her breasts were soft yet firm. He’d never tire of squeezing the warm mounds and teasing the tips into hard little peaks. She had the sort of breasts many women paid for, and still she felt ashamed of their abundance.
Reluctant to release her mouth, yet unable to resist the temptation of her nipples, he lightly pinched and rolled the sensitive flesh until she was gasping, and arching her back. Only then did he kiss his way down her throat and capture one hard bud between his lips. She sighed and started to lower her arms.
“No.” He punctuated the command with a strong enough nip to make her gasp. “Your hands are restrained. Remember?”
She grabbed the sides of her pillow as she whispered, “Sorry.”
Once he was certain she’d keep her hands to herself, he returned his attention to her breasts. He surrounded the fullness with his fingers without covering the nipples. “Your skin is so soft, and your nipples responsive.” He sucked hard on one side and then the other, leaving both tightly gathered and wet. “I can’t seem to stop and I’m not usually a breast man.” As if to prove his claim, he nibbled and licked his way from the tip of one breast to the tip of the other and back, pausing often to touch and taste. “You’re addictive.” She turned her face sharply to one side and Josiah froze. “What’s wrong? How did I upset you?”
“It’s not you.” She paused for a deep breath, then looked at him again. The torment in her gaze easily identified the source of her sudden distress. “Dillon made me hold my chest when he fucked me, said he couldn’t stand watching them bounce around.”
He just stared at her, dumbfounded by the stupidity. “Are you sure he likes women?” She laughed and her glorious breasts jiggled with each inhalation. “Breasts are supposed to ‘bounce around’. I’ve always thought bras should be optional.” He curved his fingers around the outer curve and pressed the mounds together. Then he bent and buried his face in her cleavage, inhaling her clean, feminine scent. He shifted his thumbs to her nipples and stroked as he raised his head and looked at her again. “One of these nights I’m going to hold you just like this,” he pressed her breasts even closer together, “and fuck your soft white cleavage. Maybe then you’ll believe you’re incredibly sexy.”
“Will that prove that I’m sexy or you’re a pervert?” She softened the question with a playful grin.
“Shall we find out?” He reached for his fly, brows raised in challenge.
She laughed again and shook her head. “Not tonight. You promised to keep your pants on.”
“I did, but I didn’t say anything about unzipping them.” Uncertainty flickered through her gaze, so he soothed her with a smile. “I’m kidding. You’re safe from my beastly desires—for tonight.”
Her playfulness returned in an instant. “What about my beastly desires?”
“I was just about to see how beastly your desires had become.” He scooted down and slipped his hands under her knees, parting her legs with a dramatic gesture. She laughed and wiggled as he kissed his way down her inner thigh. He scooted off the edge of the bed and pulled her toward him, not stopping until her hips were right at the edge of the mattress. It was obvious she wasn’t sure what to do with her legs, so he told her, “Grab the backs of your knees and hold your legs open for me.”
She obeyed with some reluctance. “Yeah, this isn’t awkward at all.”
“Our next lesson can be in my playroom.” He hadn’t meant to mention his dungeon this early in their lessons, but the offer just slipped out.
Her head came up, eyes owlish. “You have a ‘playroom’? Does that mean what I think it means?” Despite her distraction, she still held her legs open, her pussy on display.
Hoping to distract her, he traced her slit with his fingertip, teasing without parting. “What do you think it means?”
“Whips and chains? A St. Andrew’s Cross?”
He laughed. “I use cables rather than chains and I designed most of the appliances myself, so they don’t have familiar names. However, I would be able to position your body any way I like and all you would have to do is relax and accept the pleasure, and the pain.” He covered her mound with his palm, absorbing the heat and reigniting their connection. “Think about it. Let me know if you’d like a tour. Now, back to my assessment of your desire.” Moving his hand aside, he pressed his lips against her slit, teasing the moist crease with the tip of his tongue. “Not nearly as beastly as it needs to be.” He whispered the words without raising his head, his lisps brushing against her folds. “I want you dripping.”
He’d done this before and he’d wanted tonight to be different, but she obviously enjoyed oral stimulation. Besides, he loved eating pussy and Katie’s was particularly responsive. He parted her outer lips with his thumbs, allowing his tongue to glide smoothly over her silken inner folds. God, she tasted good. Clean, faintly salty, and oh so arousing. He pushed his tongue into her core and the snug muscles rippled around him. If she felt this tight around his tongue, she’d feel like a fist griping his cock. The neglected appendage bucked inside his jeans as if knowing he was destined to remain hard, at least until he got home.
If he couldn’t fuck her for real, he’d have to settle for the next best thing. Using his tongue was an appealing option, but he needed to see as well as feel. He slid one of his thumbs up to her clit, maintaining her arousal, as he reached blindly for the discarded toys. His fingers encountered something cool and smooth and he drew it closer until he could grasp it. She was soaking wet now and much more relaxed, but he still needed to be careful.
Never so happy to have his hands free, he took full advantage of her assistance. She held the backs of her knees, keeping her le
gs bent and her thighs spread. Her neck arched, her face upturned, hair spread out around her on the bed. She was glorious, like the willing offering to some primitive fertility God. She was lush and unabashedly sexual.
He traced her flushed slit with the glass dildo. She shivered, but made no sound. Her folds surrounded the smooth toy, guiding it inward. He watched the toy with covetous wonder, desperately longing to take its place. Her wetness eased the way, allowing him deeper and deeper into her snug passage. When the toy was fully inserted, he paused, forced to look away from the titillating sight.
God, how he wanted to fuck her, to feel the firm grip of her cunt around his cock. He shook with the need, could barely force air into his lungs. But acting on that urgency would shatter what little trust he’d managed to earn. He had to wait until she was ready.With the dildo still lodged deep inside her, he leaned down and licked her clit. She gasped and jumped, obviously close to the edge already. “Squeeze it,” he instructed in between licks, unable to deprive himself of the wet softness of her pussy. “The fullness will make your orgasm more intense.” He drew the toy nearly out and carefully sucked on her clit as he drove it back in.
She cried out, her hips bucking wildly as her pleasure crested. Her hands slipped and she collapsed across the bed, but he was determined to keep the waves crashing. He fucked her with the toy while he licked and sucked on her clit. She grew wetter and wilder as he pushed her higher.
Soon the toy was intrusive. He needed to feel each spasm, each ripple of her pleasure. As smoothly as possible, he pulled the toy out and pushed three fingers deep inside her, flesh-in-flesh as it was meant to be. She moaned, her legs drawn up and angled out, giving him plenty of room between her thighs.
She came again, the thrill so much sweeter as her core caressed his fingers. He eagerly licked up her juices, following the slick trail into the crack between her ass cheeks. She tensed as his tongue lightly brushed over her anus, but didn’t try to move away. Progress, finally.
Curving his fingers so they dragged the front wall of her passage, he covered her clit with his other thumb. Then he watched her face. She looked rather dazed, delightfully disheveled. Still, he wasn’t quite finished with her.
He moved his fingers slowly, maintaining steady pressure on her clit. With each rotation, he changed the angle and position of his fingers, but her semi-relaxed expression never changed.
“I know what you’re doing and it won’t work.”
“Really?” He caught her clit between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a little squeeze. She gasped then shivered. “What am I doing?”
“Trying to find my G-spot. I don’t think I have one.”
“I haven’t met a woman yet who didn’t.” He pushed deeper and pressed a bit harder.
“That feel’s nice, but it won’t make me come.”
“I was just curious when I started. Now you’ve made it a challenge.” He pulled his fingers out, then crawled back onto the bed beside her. “Turn over.”
“Your jeans stay zipped?”
He slapped her hip, his long fingers curving down onto her ass cheek. She yelped. “When I give my word, I keep it. Don’t insult me again.”
She moved back to the middle of the bed and lay on her stomach, arms folded under her pillow, legs pressed together. The redness on her ass had already started to fade. He’d been careful not to spank her as hard tonight as he had the first time.
“Sorry, sweetheart. I’m not going to give you a massage. Hands and knees, ass in the air.” He crawled forward and helped her into the position he’d described. She folded her knees beneath her, which positioned her ass right in front of him. He gently squeezed both pink cheeks, then leaned down and nipped one just to hear her outraged gasp. “How can any mortal man keep his hands off something this arousing?” He didn’t give her time to argue. “Now fold your arms and turn your head, so I can still see your face.”
“Yes, Sir,” she muttered, clearly frustrated by his persistence.
He gave her butt a firm swat and watched her react. She stilled, then shivered, then moaned. “Your face is nearly as red as your ass, Katie-cat. You really have to get over this silliness. Your ass is lovely, and will be well-loved.”
She looked back at him, lips parted, gaze smoldering. “I’m finished being a coward. If you say it can be good, I’m willing to give it a try.”
“It’s not evil and it won’t turn you gay. Some women come faster and harder when anal stimulation is involved. I suspect you might be one of them. You certainly came fast and hard not that long ago.”
“I’d like to try a cock at least once so I can decide for myself.” She sounded admirably resolute.
He forced back a chuckle, not sure she’d appreciate his amusement. “And I’ll be glad to provide it, but not tonight. Tonight we’re on a quest to find your G-spot.”
He picked up the glass dildo and pushed it between her thighs. She squirmed. “That’s cold.”
“No, you’re hot. Seriously hot.” Her submissive position was driving him crazy. He wanted to tug down his jeans and slam his cock into her sopping-wet cunt. He was long and curved just enough to help him find the elusive G-spot. But he’d made a promise—an utterly regrettable promise. He took vows seriously. So he eased the dildo into the very place he most wanted to go.
She moved her legs farther apart and canted her hips, giving him more room and a better angle. Not to mention the view. He started slow and steady, dragging the toy nearly out before pushing it back in. She needed to feel the slide and— She gasped and her thighs tensed as he found his target.
“Hand me a pillow. No, two.” Without questioning the request, she handed him the pillows and he stacked them beneath her hips. “Sometimes pressure on the belly intensifies the sensation. Rock forward and let your legs unfold.” She instantly obeyed and his hands began to tremble. He’d never wanted a woman this badly. His balls would be blue for a month.
He repeated the thrust and the dildo found her G-spot again. “Oh God,” she murmured. “How are you doing that?”
Rather than allow her distraction, he swatted her ass. “Feel the fullness and the slide. Imagine that’s me inside you.” Her hands fisted the bedding and she instinctively lifted her hips. “Stay down.” He pressed against the small of her back, pushing her belly into the pillows and her gasping resumed with his next stroke.
He wanted to cover her, feel her tremble beneath him as his cock stretched her inner muscles. Instead he watched the dildo disappear into her body driven by his unsteady hand.
“I’m so close,” she panted. “Can I move my hands?”
“No.” He knew what she wanted. One touch on her clit and she’d go off like a rocket, but she needed to learn other pathways to pleasure, new and different ways of reaching the same destination. He slipped his free hand beneath her and squeezed her breast. “You’re bound and helpless and you don’t know what I’ll do. I’m so hard and I’ve waited so long.” Tension rolled through her body, lifting her hips. “Will I lose control and switch to your ass?” A muffled cry escaped her throat and she trembled. “I fuck men and women. Can I make something that wrong feel good?”
She cried out and shuddered, his words working just as he knew they would. He slowed the rhythm of his thrusting without pulling out. She shook, then shook again. And just when she started to relax, he licked his little finger and eased it into her ass.
With an even louder cry, she came again. Her anus squeezed his finger so tightly, it made him grin. Oh yeah, his curious little Katie-cat was going to enjoy anal pleasures. In fact he couldn’t think of too much he’d hesitate to show her. She was passionate and open-minded. The perfect...what? Lover? Submissive? Life partner? The last possibility rang through his heart like the reverberation of a gong. Suddenly feeling guilty and off-balance, he withdrew his finger and set the toy aside.
She pushed to her elbows so she could turn her head far enough to look at him. “I’ve tried and tried to find my G-spot. How did you
do it?”
“Were you always lying on your back?” She nodded. “The angle is harder to find like that and your fingers aren’t long enough. You might have found it with your vibrator, but you said you’ve never put that inside you.”
She rolled to her back, her expression dreamy. “I came twice without anything touching my clit. I’m stupefied.”
“I’m glad I could be of service.” He had to force his smile. “After all, I have a reputation to maintain.”
KATIE SAT UP, AUTOMATICALLY dragging the sheet around to cover her body. “What about you?” She nodded toward his obvious erection. “I’m not letting you leave this room until we do something about that.”
“It just about killed me to keep my promise. Don’t ruin it now.” He scooted off the side of the bed and looked around, probably for his discarded shirt.
“Can’t I touch you or,” she nervously licked her lips, “finish you some other way?”
His gaze focused on her mouth, then migrated lower. “I told you what I want. If you’re willing to bend the rules, I want to fuck your tits.”
Tits. She shivered. She’d always hated that word, but somehow Josiah made it sound sexy. Could she really create enough friction with her breasts to make him climax? Climax. The word almost made her laugh. He wants to rub his love lance between passion’s pillows until his desire climaxes. She tried, and failed, to suppress a smile.
He pulled her to the edge of the bed. With her kneeling on the bed and him standing on the floor, they were nearly the same height. “Why are you smiling like a naughty teenager?”
“Misspent youth. I was hooked on my grandma’s bodice-rippers. They used phrases like ‘throbbing shaft of desire’ and no one thought it was strange.” She said it with enough mock drama to make him laugh. “Maybe that’s why I have such a hard time with less delicate euphemisms.”
“I suspect before too long I’ll have you cursing like a porn star.”
She shuddered and drew the sheet more tightly around her body. “I’m not sure I want to sound like a porn star.”