by Madeleine Oh
The buckle finally released, and she fumbled with the button and zip until the pants were undone. They fell to the floor, revealing his underwear. Boxers. Navy blue with white and green plaid. The underwear was as much of a surprise as his SUV had been. She’d expected sexy briefs, or silk shorts.
Then again, there were advantages to boxers. She could see his straining erection through the gap in the front, although his cock tented the cotton to one side rather than pushing through the opening.
“The boxers, too?” she asked.
“Yes.”
Delicately, she stretched the elastic waistband away from his body, then pulled down his shorts, freeing his cock. Meanwhile, he pulled off his jacket and shirt, then kicked off his pants, shoes and socks so that he was standing naked before her.
She admired the dark hair arrowing across his taut stomach, down to the thick nest of dark curls at the base of his cock. His cock itself was long and straight, smooth except for the faint tracery of veins beneath the skin. The head was at a slight angle, reminding her of nothing so much as a jaunty beret.
As she watched, it swelled further, twitching with eagerness. She closed her eyes and inhaled, leaning forward to fill herself with his scent.
Michael’s fingers tightened on her skull, pressing her cheek to his cock, burying her nose in the musky curls surrounding it.
“You smell so good,” she groaned.
“Time to see if I taste as good as I smell. Do it.”
Sassy rubbed her cheek up and down his cock, eliciting a groan from him. His fingers clenched in her hair. She followed by tracing the same pathway with her tongue, licking him from his root to his quivering head.
A droplet appeared at the tip, and she licked that away, too. She teased his slit with the tip of her tongue. He gasped, his cock twitching.
“Take me in your mouth, Sasha. All the way.”
Opening her lips, she nibbled delicately at his head, the same way she’d nibbled on the strawberry at the party, working him with her lips while her tongue teased and tortured. He shuddered, groaning with pleasure. His hands opened and closed restlessly, tangling in her hair, but not yet urging her to greater speed.
Her mouth closed over his entire head. She sucked, lightly at first, while her tongue traced the rim. Sucking harder, she worked her way down the length of him, until her nose was once again buried in his musky hair.
“Oh, yeah,” he moaned. “That’s it.”
Sassy stroked him with her tongue as she sucked, then scraped her teeth along his length, all the way to his head, as she pulled back and let him slide most of the way out of her mouth. She took a deep breath, relaxed her throat, and swallowed him in a long, smooth glide.
His soft cry had no words to it, but she knew exactly what he meant. She did it again, then again, faster. His hands gripped her skull, moving her head up and down on his cock in the rhythm he wanted. To brace herself, she reached up and grabbed his ass. She felt his tight ass muscles clench beneath her touch, and she groaned around his cock filling her mouth.
Her world narrowed to his hot, hard cock, slipping in and out of the steamy cavern of her mouth. Beads of cum gathered at the tip with every long stroke. Soon his legs were trembling, his shaking hands no longer able to guide her head.
Sassy increased her rhythm, sucking him harder and faster. Her own breasts ached in sympathy, and the flesh between her legs pulsed in time to her movements. But she expected no satisfaction. This was Michael’s moment, her purpose to give him pleasure.
He grunted, hoarse gasps rising in pitch. His fingers dug into her scalp, crushing her face to him as he thrust deep. With a bellow, he came, shooting hot liquid down her throat.
She swallowed, over and over again, determined to wring him dry. Suddenly, hot liquid burst forth between her legs and she shuddered with her own release.
She clung to his legs, kissing and licking his now limp cock. He stroked her hair, once more gentle.
“That was worth waiting for.” He sighed in pleasure. “You can stop now.”
Continuing to kiss him, she asked, “I can, but do you want me to?”
“Yes. Or we’ll never make it into the bedroom.”
She gave him one last, openmouthed kiss, then rose to her feet. Momentarily sated, she indulged her curiosity, and studied her surroundings. Her apartment would fit neatly in the space of his dining and living rooms, possibly overflowing into a bit of the kitchen. The open airiness of it made her feel free. Or maybe that was just being with Michael.
In addition to the formal dinner suite, a beautiful beechwood table comfortably surrounded by six matching chairs, inside the apartment, at the end of the balcony outside the first pair of French doors stood an Adirondack-style table and two chairs of weathered gray wood. His tastes seemed to run to clean, simple lines, a unity of form and function. The balcony was completely empty where it ran past the two sides of the living room, with nothing but a decoratively scrolled iron railing blocking his view of the ocean. It would be fabulous in the daylight. Even now, with clouds covering the moon and stars, the unseen darkness of the water pulled at her with a mysterious lure. The distant lights of cargo ships along the horizon twinkled like stars that had fallen to earth.
Enticed by the sound of the surf, she pushed aside the magnetic insect screen and stepped out onto the balcony. He followed her outside, unselfconsciously naked.
“You know what I’m thinking of?” he asked.
“No. What?”
“Coming out here with you during a storm, leaning you against that railing and taking you from behind, pounding into you with the rhythm of the waves pounding against the shore, wet with rain and slick with sex.”
He moved up behind her, trapping her against the railing. Sassy shivered, imagining them moving together with the fury of a storm, screaming their release as thunder clapped and lightning shot jagged bolts across the sky. She leaned back, resting against his warm strength.
“I’d like that.”
“I can think of a few other things you might like, too.”
He nuzzled the side of her neck, lightly nipping first her ear then her collarbone. Sassy melted into his embrace, the familiar aching need already growing inside her. His touch was an addiction. The more she got of him, the more she craved.
“Are you going to share your thoughts with me?” she asked, trying for a teasing tone but too breathless to quite pull it off.
“I’d rather show you.”
She offered no resistance as he turned and ushered her inside, shutting the door behind them. After closing the other balcony doors, he returned to guide her through the living and dining areas, to the only interior door she’d seen in the apartment. With a flourish, he threw open the door.
The first thing she saw was the king-sized four-poster bed, covered with a navy and green spread, beneath a huge ceiling fan. She stepped into the room, fully as large as the living and dining rooms, and saw a sitting area to her right. A profusion of hardy ferns in baskets hung from the ceiling, their long fronds waving gently in the current from an unseen air-conditioning vent. Unlike the simple elegance of the bed and matching dresser in smooth pecan, the furniture in the sitting area was all made of leather; futons, ottomans, and oversized square cubes for end tables.
Michael noticed where her attention lingered, and chuckled softly. “Looks quite respectable, doesn’t it? But those ferns don’t need such heavy hardware to hold them in the ceiling.”
Sassy glanced up at the heavy iron hooks in the ceiling. Hooks easily capable of supporting an adult’s weight. She licked her lips.
“What do they hold when the plants are taken away?”
“Whoever I want them to.”
She pictured herself naked, strung up by chains attached to manacles on her wrists, displayed for Michael’s viewing pleasure. Or any other pleasure he might desire of her, since she’d be helpless and at his mercy. She shivered with a mix of fear and desire, a chill snaking down her spine even as her
womb pulsed with heat. Michael rubbed her arms, and she moaned softly, leaning back against his warm, strong body. “How would you hook me up? Chains and manacles?”
“You have a vivid imagination. I like it.” He nibbled the side of her neck, smoothing his hands over her hips and stomach to mold her more securely against his body. “But no, that’s not a safe way to suspend someone. You could hurt your wrists or shoulders. I’d have you wear a body harness, or sit in a suspension sling. That way, you could safely be suspended for hours.”
“Hours?” she whispered.
He chuckled. “There’s a lot of ways to play with you while you’re up in the air. I’ll show you some time.”
Sassy’s mouth turned dry. What other ways would he have of playing with her? And what else would he use?
Cued by the disguised hooks, she paid more attention to the leather furniture. The end-table cubes were about the same height as the table he’d bent her over at the party. And the adjustable futons had leather straps that could as easily tie a person to the cushion as tie the cushion to the frame.
“It’s all for sex games, isn’t it?”
“Smart girl.”
“But why?” She turned to face him. He’d said that Miami was indulgent of BDSM practitioners. But his secret dungeon gave the lie to that theory. “This is your private apartment. Why do you have to hide your equipment?”
“There’s private, then there’s private. My studio and office are down the other hallway from the foyer. Clients can wander in here by mistake. And I entertain casual friends who wouldn’t understand. Only the people I trust see beyond the respectable façade.”
Sassy’s lungs stopped. He trusted her. But he shouldn’t. She might still have to betray him.
“Oh, Michael,” she cried, and plastered herself to his naked chest.
He bent and scooped her into his arms. She squeaked, automatically clutching his neck. Then she realized he was carrying her to his bed.
The hell with the review or the article. All that was in the future. She’d just enjoy being here with him now.
Melting, she nestled her head against his shoulder, the fingers of one hand stroking his hair while her other hand caressed his bare chest. A low sound of pleasure rumbled through him.
He released her. She squeaked again as she fell, then bounced harmlessly on the thick covers of the bed. From their softness, he either had a down mattress cover, or a down blanket.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he complained. “I like looking at your body. Take them off.”
She rose up onto her knees and pulled the dress over her head, then tossed it blindly aside. Her bra followed a moment later. She started to shimmy out of her panties, working them down her thighs, then rolled onto her back and lifted her legs to get them the rest of the way, kicking off her shoes and panties. The shoes tumbled to the floor.
Michael growled and pounced onto the bed, landing between her legs. He grabbed the panties before they could fall to the floor as well. “Mine.”
Lying on her back, she gazed up at him as he stared at her exposed sex with raw passion darkening his gray eyes. He traced one finger lightly over her mound, stroking the damp curls. Slowly, he nudged her knees further and further apart, until she was spread as wide as she could be.
He lifted the panties to his face and inhaled deeply. “There’s nothing like the scent of a well-pleased woman. How many times have I made you come so far tonight?”
“I don’t know. I lost count.” She did some quick arithmetic in her head. Three, no, four times in the bedroom at the party. Once on the patio. Did in the SUV count? She’d gotten wet, but hadn’t orgasmed. She’d done that when she’d sucked his cock, though. “At least six times.”
“Not nearly enough. I’ll just have to make you come again.” He sighed in mock aggravation. “And again. I’ll be at this all night.”
Sassy whimpered, her bones turning to shifting sand at the thought of him wringing orgasm after orgasm from her body, all night long.
He stood, then, and walked over to his dresser. He dropped her panties, exchanging them for some other fabric from his top drawer. When he returned, he shook out two fine linen handkerchiefs, folding them expertly and wrapping them around her wrists. He knotted silk scarves around the handkerchiefs, holding them in place, then knotted the first scarf to his bedpost.
“Lie down in the middle of the bed, your arms over your head,” he directed.
Remembering how he’d tied her hands at the party, she put her arms out to the sides rather than straight overhead.
“Good girl.” He adjusted her position slightly, then tied the second scarf to the opposite post. “How’s that feel?”
She tugged at the bonds. There was a slight give in the scarves, but not enough to come loose. Her breath quickened, blood pulsing through her throbbing core.
“It feels like I’m at your mercy. You can do anything you want to me.”
“I want to kiss you.” He slid his hands beneath her hips, cupping her ass, and tilted her up to better expose her sex. Looking down at her, he slowly licked his lips. “Long, hot, wet kisses. Deep, penetrating kisses.”
She shuddered, and felt the lubricating moisture dripping over the throbbing flesh between her legs. Her knees were spread wide, and as he watched her body, she felt her folds spreading for him, too. Then he bent his head, and put his mouth to her.
His tongue stroked and caressed her, spiraling around her entrance. He slipped away to suck lightly on her clit, then thrust his tongue inside her channel, licking and sucking, until she spasmed and screamed his name.
“Seven,” he whispered.
True to his word, he made her come again and again, until she not only lost count, she lost the ability to count. At some point he untied the scarves and flipped her over, reinforcing her total submission by taking her from behind where she couldn’t even see him as he pleasured her. She was so far gone by then, the experience was like something out of a dream.
He curled around her, then, stroking her gently and whispering to her in a sleepy voice. She was drifting, unable to focus on his words. Something about her, and being good. All she needed to know was that he was pleased with her. She had satisfied him. Completely.
Chapter Five
In the morning, Sassy woke gradually, at first aware only of her aching muscles that protested her vigorous night of clubbing. She must have forgotten to take her usual aspirin and glucosamine nightcap when she got home last night. When she tried to sit up, she discovered the sheets had tangled around her in the night, pinning her to her uncomfortably warm bed. She shoved sleepily at the offending bedcovers, and discovered it was a man’s arm that weighed her down.
Memory returned in an instant. She hadn’t gone home. Michael had exhausted her so thoroughly, she’d fallen asleep in his bed.
His arm tightened, drawing her closer to him.
“Morning,” he mumbled, nuzzling her neck. When no further caresses were forthcoming, she realized he’d just been burrowing deeper into the pillow they were sharing.
He’d been insatiable last night, touching and tasting every inch of her. But this morning, he didn’t seem the least bit interested.
She propped herself up on one arm so that she could look at him. “Michael?”
He groaned, and covered his eyes with his forearm. “God, don’t tell me you’re a morning person.”
She laughed. “According to the clock on your dresser, it’s nearly eleven. That hardly counts as being a morning person.”
“It does when we didn’t get to sleep until dawn.”
“Well, whose fault was that?”
He lowered his arm, a sleepy, self-satisfied smile warming his face. “I think we both contributed.”
Sassy dropped back down to the mattress. Cuddling against him, she twined her legs with his and pillowed her head on his firm chest. With her free arm, she stroked and caressed his beautiful body, reacquainting herself with the curves and planes she’d lea
rned so thoroughly last night.
He sighed with pleasure, his cock twitching as it stirred to life. “Waking up like this almost makes it worth facing the morning.”
“Almost?” she protested in mock outrage. “I know how to make you want to wake up.”
She slipped her hand between his legs, cupping and fondling his balls. His cock stiffened. She stroked light caresses up and down his length before taking him firmly in her hand and squeezing gently.
Michael groaned, his hips lifting to push him deeper into her embrace. But she moved with him, denying him what he sought.
“This is one way to wake you up,” she teased, squeezing again. “Or I could get up and make you some coffee.”
“You’re making me choose between sex and coffee? You’re an evil, evil woman.”
Sassy laughed. “So? Which will it be?”
“The hell with the coffee.”
He rolled over, pinning her to the mattress beneath him. Then his lips found hers, and she forgot about teasing him, forgot everything but the feel of his body moving above and inside her. The brief delay while he found and applied a condom nearly reduced her to tears at the loss of his sweet heat. Then he was back, pressing urgently at her entrance. She opened eagerly for him, her body hot and slick, easing his way. His first thrusts were slow and gentle, feeling her reactions.
Too slow. Sassy grabbed his ass and pulled him down, while lifting her hips up to meet him, seating him fully inside.
Michael chuckled breathlessly. “That’s the way you want it, huh?”
“Please.”
He moved faster, pumping in and out of her with enough force to push her deep into the mattress with each thrust. They were both panting, straining toward release. Then he shifted his position, resting his weight on his knees instead of his arms, and cupped her ass. He lifted her hips as he thrust deeply, changing the angle of penetration and sending her over the edge.
She shouted his name. He continued pumping, faster and harder, his labored breathing coming in harsh gasps. Then he cried out, his rigid body shuddering as the condom filled with his cum.