by Diana Ballew
His first instinct was to protest, but then he realized how it might look if he accompanied her. Her hair was rumpled more than enough for people to speculate about what she’d been doing. There was no sense in confirming it. “Meet you at the bar in five minutes.”
Seconds later, she glided through the door and out of his sight. Joe retreated to the railing and inhaled the sultry New Orleans air, hoping he could keep his hands off her when she returned.
Victoria stared at herself in the mirror. She was glowing, there was no other word to describe it. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright, her hair in disarray, and her lips puffy. Shaking her head, she found a small comb in her bag and pulled it through her hair, trying to restore some order to it.
Fine tremors still tingled between her legs, reminding her of what she and Joe had just done out on the balcony. A shiver of excitement shot through her body at the thought of doing it again in the privacy of their suite.
And what had she said? She wanted to be his love slave. All because he talked about tying her up. A thrill of anticipation ran up her spine. She closed her eyes and forced air into her lungs. He was fulfilling each one of her fantasies as if he’d read her most secret desires. A smile crept along her lips. She wanted him to fulfill all her secret desires. She trusted him. Joe wasn’t like Derek.
Thinking his name was like a cold shower. No, Derek was in the past. Joe was the present. He wouldn’t hurt her like Derek had. Joe made her feel so cherished, so important, as if she were the only woman for him, and he never put her down for her desires.
Concentrate on how Joe makes you feel. After a few minutes, she was calmer and able to push Derek back to the dark recesses of her mind where he belonged.
After restoring her hair, she put on new lipstick and left the bathroom. She turned her head sharply when a shadow caught her gaze. Nothing there. Relax and enjoy. She found Joe lounging in the bar area. With a smile, she laid a hand on his shoulder.
“Hi, sweetheart.” He faced her before extracting himself from the conversation he'd been engaged in.
“Hi.” Desire hit her. She no longer cared what other people thought. She ran the tips of her fingers over his forehead. “I want to be alone with you,” she whispered.
Joe hesitated, and she was afraid she’d made a mistake, but then he curved his arm around her waist and stood. “Excuse us,” he said, before guiding her out of the room and straight into an empty elevator. He punched the number for their floor before he looked at her. “Ditching the conference?" he asked.
Fear curled in her stomach. Was he angry with her? “I … I couldn’t stand being apart from you another second.” She bowed her head, staring at the floor. How could she have gotten things so wrong? Did he no longer want her? Did she embarrass him?
His warm palm cupped her chin, urging her face up. “I can’t stand being apart from you, either.”
His words chased her worries away, and their mouths fused together in a hot, wet kiss. The elevator stopped, and a woman’s gasp brought them up for air. Vicki's face grew warm, and she burrowed into Joe’s jacket.
“Good evening,” said Joe to the couple, pulling Vicki close to him. When the elevator stopped on their floor, he escorted her out of it, down the hall to their room and inside.
“Oh, God, what did she think?” What had happened to her resolution not to care what other people thought?
“Who cares?” Joe rubbed her back. “I think she was jealous as hell of you.”
“Of me?” She lifted her head. “Yeah, right.”
“Yes, you.” He put her at arm’s length. “When I look at you, I see a beautiful woman. One who is intelligent, sexy, and downright erotic. Your body has curves in all the right places, your breasts fit into my palms perfectly, your nipples were made for my mouth, and your pussy is where my cock calls home.”
Victoria closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, not daring to believe what Joe saw. She knew her flaws and faults—Derek had gone on ad nauseam about them. She shivered. How her tits were too tiny, how she was always dry when he wanted to have sex with her. Her stomach cramped.
“I love the way your skin feels against mine, soft to my calluses. The meowing sound you make when I suck your breasts, the way I have to kiss you so no one hears you scream when you climax, your utmost abandonment to pleasure.”
“Joe.” Her voice was soft, but his words were having an effect on her. Not only was he making her aroused, he was making her believe she was the incredible woman he saw.
Running his palms over her shoulders and down her arms, he brushed her breasts, watching them swell and her nipples pucker. “You’re the woman I want more than I want to breathe.”
“Shut up and kiss me,” she ordered.
His eyes danced with mischief. “My pleasure.”
His lips covered hers in a hard, long kiss, and she protested when he ended it. “More,” she whispered, trying to pull him back.
“Not yet. I have plans for us, and they don’t include making love on the living room floor.” Hand in hand, he led her into the bedroom.
The small lamp created a soft glow. When she let out a gasp, he knew she’d seen his handiwork from before they’d attended the party. He’d stripped the comforter and blankets off the bed, fitted the restraints underneath the mattress, and lined up his toys on the nightstand.
“Remember what I said on the balcony?” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist and bringing her back against him.
“Yes.” The word left her lips in a breathless rush.
“Any objections?” He wasn’t going to force her. Talking about it was one thing, doing it was another. She shivered and turned toward him. He glimpsed uncertainty there, but also excitement. His heart leapt. “Trust me?”
She nodded. “Yes, I trust you.”
Until this moment, he hadn’t realized how much her trust meant to him. Warmth spread from his heart, filling him with exhilaration. “I want to give you so much pleasure. The type of pleasure you deserve as my woman.”
“Wh … when do we start?”
Joe captured her lips once again before he held her at arm’s length. Slow and easy. “First, I’m going to strip that scrap of a dress from you.”
Vicki’s breath caught in her throat as Joe’s fingers skimmed down to the hem, then he fisted the fabric and pulled it up and off. Cool air caressed her while she stood there in a thong, stockings, and high heels. Part of her wondered if she was as depraved as Derek had once called her. No. She shook her head. Joe enjoyed this side of her. He wanted her this way, and she was grateful he did.
“Baby?” Joe cupped her face. “If you don’t want to do this, tell me.” Concern was etched on his face.
For a moment, she didn’t understand what he meant. Oh, hell, she'd shaken her head no, and Joe was reacting. She wet her lips and watched his eyes widen, passion flaring in their depths. “I want this, Joe. I want you.”
His breath fanned her face when he exhaled. “I want you, too. Let's get those shoes off.” He kissed her briefly before he knelt. Bracing one hand on his shoulder, she lifted her right foot, then her left. He smiled up at her. “On the bed, my sweet.”
She grinned at the endearment; it made her feel special. Her pussy dripped with moisture. She climbed onto the mattress and lay on her back. Feelings of decadence and excitement filled her, along with a little apprehension. She trusted Joe, but things could happen in the heat of passion, bad things. Derek was proof of that.
Feeling his touch against her forehead, she looked up. A tender smile crossed his lips. “Before we start, I want you to have a safe word.” He glanced around the room. “Window is your safe word.”
“Window,” she repeated before leaning up and kissing his stubbled jaw.
“If you become frightened or don’t like what I’m doing to you, just say ‘window’ and I’ll stop.”
His tone was somber and she wanted to get rid of it. She continued to kiss his jaw, then his neck.
“
Vicki, I’m being serious here.”
She smiled against his neck before raising her head, meeting his gaze directly. “I know. And I promise if I need it, I’ll say the safe word, but do your best. Make me beg.”
The next thing she knew, she was flat on her back with Joe pinning her to the bed, his eyes blazing. Unable to help herself, she thrust her hips against his hard cock.
“You’re mine, my delicate love slave.”
She grinned at the lust and need in his voice, mildly surprised he called her his love slave, but then she remembered how he had reacted on the balcony when she whispered those very words to him. Exhilaration swept through her body. “Oh, please, don’t tie me up.” She half-heartedly struggled against him, playing with him. The fire in his eyes, so hot a few seconds ago, became a blazing inferno.
“No choice, my love slave.” He clamped the velvet-covered restraint to her right wrist, then to the left. All the while his masculine fragrance teased her senses.
“I didn’t mean to misbehave, m … Master.” She hesitated over using the word. All her reading hadn’t prepared her for what she was feeling with Joe. The good that came with being with the right person, someone who got you and didn't want to change you. God, just calling him Master had her pussy dripping.
“Is my delicate love slave afraid?” he asked, tenderness in his touch as he stroked her skin.
For a second she closed her eyes, letting the feel of his influence soak into every pore, every nerve. “Not afraid,” she whispered when his fingers traced the curve of her neck. “Want more.”
Talk about the ultimate fantasy. Vicki almost couldn’t believe this was happening. She thought back to all those months she’d fantasized about Joe tying her up and fucking her senseless, and knew this was meant to be.
His palms brushed over her breasts, and she bucked her hips, trying to get him to hurry. “Be still, love slave.” He tweaked her nipple, and she moaned in pleasure. He knew the right pressure to create pleasure instead of pain. He lowered his head and licked the valley between her breasts, then moved down and thrust his tongue into her belly button. Her hips jolted at the sweet sensation. “You’re disobeying me,” Joe said with mock anger.
“I’m sorry, Master, but I'm so hot for your hard cock.” His teeth nipped her abdomen before going lower. Oh, Lord. His breath teased her pussy. She raised her hips on instinct, wanting him to strip off the thong and take her with his mouth.
“No, my lovely slave.” His hands captured her hips, pressing her down. He slid the length of her body, one hand brushing against her pussy, before slipping to her inside thigh. Pure heat flowed over her body, as if she were burning up.
“Touch me, Master.”
“I am.” His fingers released her nylons from the garter. Keeping his fingers hooked around them, he ran his palms down her legs, past her knees and calves, until he could pull the stockings off. Then his fingers encircled her ankle. A slight tug and he had her right leg in the restraint, then he did the same to the left.
Vicki’s breath caught in her throat. Cool air teased her pussy through the thong. She pulled against the restraints, only to find she was secured. She wouldn’t be able to get away until he released her. Anticipation lodged in her throat.
The mattress dipped as Joe stood. Unabashed, she watched him undress. A whimper escaped her lips at the sight of his hard cock. Already the mushroom-shaped head was covered with pre-cum. “I want to taste you,” she whispered. She needed to taste him, to take him deep in her mouth and make him explode.
He stared at her with raised eyebrows.
“Please, Master.” She belatedly remembered her role in this fantasy.
“I’ll think about it. I have other things I want to do first.” He picked up a blindfold from the nightstand, then slipped it over her eyes, making sure it was secure but not tangled in her hair.
Vicki moaned at the loss of her sight. Could she handle this?
“It’s okay, baby.” His lips caressed her ear.
Yes, she could handle it. Joe would never hurt her. She took a deep breath and let it out.
“That’s it. Concentrate on feeling, not on your sight. I want you to anticipate my touch, my lips, my cock. Not being able to see will heighten your other senses.”
And it did. Already she was using her hearing to figure out what he was doing. The slight creak of the bed frame told her he had moved, then there was the smell of roses. The breath whooshed from her body as his palms covered her breasts and massaged oil into them. She thrust up into his hands, enjoying the feel of his fingers kneading her tender flesh.
“Feel what I’m doing. Know I’m watching your every reaction and know I can’t wait to fuck you.”
Vicki groaned as moisture slipped down her thighs. He was going to kill her.
Joe kept an eye on Vicki's face for any signs of distress. He wanted to make sure she was enjoying this, and from the look of pure ecstasy etched on her features, she was. Her body was flushed with excitement, and before he’d covered her eyes, he’d seen her anticipation. He wanted her to concentrate with all her other senses. Sound and smells had their place in arousing her. He loved the way her breasts swelled and her nipples peaked while he rubbed the rose-scented oil into her skin.
Reaching over, he picked up the nipple clamps. He began playing with her nipples, taking one between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it, tugging it until the rosy aureole elongated further. He paid attention to her swift intake of breath when he secured the first nipple clamp. “Okay?” he asked, gazing at her face for any signs of discomfort. He’d made sure the clamps were tight, but not enough to cause pain.
She nodded even as her fingers curled into her palms. He waited another moment, then proceeded to do the same with the other nipple. With every movement her breathing became more ragged.
“Do you know how sexy you look, spread eagle in front of me, your nipples in my clamps, begging for me to play with them?”
Sweat beaded on his forehead. Damn, he was going to have a difficult time holding off. His body clamored for him to take her, hard and fast. But he would wait. There was so much more pleasure he wanted to give her. He flicked the clamps, and she let out a loud moan. “Don’t make too much noise, baby, we don’t want the neighbors calling hotel security, do we?”
She shook her head. Next, he picked up the fur-covered mitt and slipped it over his hand. When he placed it on her belly, she jumped.
“Easy.” He moved his hand in a circular motion. “How does it feel?”
“Soft. Comforting. Damn sensuous.” Her head shook from side to side on the bed.
Slowly, he caressed her with the fur mitt, enjoying the way she reacted to him. The flush on her skin deepened, followed by goose bumps as he continued to run the mitt over her body. Her legs stiffened as he stroked her inner thigh, then her calf, down to her ankle, and over the bottoms of her feet.
A giggle escaped her, and he smiled in the knowledge she was ticklish. So endearing and human. Lifting his hand, he skimmed up her arm before caressing her breasts, enjoying how they strained into his touch before he stopped.
Her thong was soaked with her desire. His cock demanded attention. It wept for the relief only her hot pussy could give him, but still he held back. This wasn’t just about him. This was a sensual journey for them both.
Still, he felt like a teenager hot for his first woman. Removing the mitt, he picked up the next item and nestled between her thighs. Her legs stiffened once again, but then relaxed when he touched her waist. “Remember what I said earlier about this thong?” Without waiting for a response, Joe gripped the fabric and gave a jerk. The flimsy material snapped. He eased it away from her body and threw it across the room.
He glanced up at Vicki. Her mouth was open and she was panting. Her breasts quivered with every breath she took. A good sign. He prepared himself for the next task. Using his fingers, he spread her pussy lips. Her clit peeked out from its hood—hard, pink, and begging for his attention. He’d at
tached a small vibrator to his tongue and turned it on, so each time he licked her, the buzzing stimulated her clit.
“Oh, shit,” she cried out, hips arching toward him. He raised his head. Then with a grin, he licked her again. She didn’t cry out this time, but it didn’t stop her hips from bucking.
He teased her with short licks until her juices flowed, then his mouth covered her clit, and he plunged two fingers into her dripping channel. When her hips arched this time, he was ready. He grabbed the pillow he’d set nearby and slipped it beneath her, keeping her pelvis tilted and against his mouth. He began loving her with his tongue and fingers, devouring her sweet juices.
Vicki thought she was going insane. The vibrator against her clit sent such delicious sensations through her body, and Joe’s fingers in her pussy made her clench with need. And when he put the pillow beneath her hips … she cried out in ecstasy. The sensations coursing through her body made her so sensitive and alive. Her sex pressed against his lips as he moved his tongue around, pushing the vibrator to caress her entire clit. She was helpless against her body’s reaction.
She could feel her juices running freely. Her breasts were swelling, and she knew from the heat coursing through her body they were probably rosy as well. Hell, her whole body was on fire. And her nipples, even with the clamps on them, were straining for more attention.
Her fingers curled into fists before straightening once again. She wanted to touch him, to run her fingers through his dark hair, to hold him against her. But she couldn’t. Never had a man made her feel this way. Out of control. Out of control and loving every second of it. She didn't have to worry about anyone but herself, and it was all because of Joe. He took his time with her, prepared her body to accept him, and made her want him. But it was more—he enjoyed exploring his sensuality as well as hers.
Her hips bucked again when he moved his fingers deep within her channel. The sound of wet suction from his movements inflamed her senses. Oh, God, she was so close to coming. Her belly muscles clenched and Joe seemed to sense it. He moved his tongue and fingers. Faster. Harder.