Falling in Deeper (Wicked Lovers Series Book 11)

by Shayla Black

  With slow steps intended to drum up her heartbeat, Stone circled behind her, pretending to consider whether to give his praise. “That’s correct. Hold still.”

  “Yes, Stone.” Her voice sounded a little lower, a little more remote, as if she were beginning to feel more and think less.

  Exactly what he wanted.

  He fastened the two-headed hook to her cuffs, one end to each of the O-rings. Then he rounded her again, staring down at the way the position thrust her breasts out. He wouldn’t be a heterosexual man if that didn’t get to him. But he couldn’t let her know that the very sight of her beat the shit out of his self-control, so he kept his groan of appreciation to himself.

  “Do your shoulders hurt?”

  “No.”

  “Good to hear. Tell me about the tattoo on your shoulder blade.”

  She dragged in a shuddering breath then spoke in the softest whisper. “The wren flying from its cage symbolizes Regina leaving the pain of this earth to be free. The rose in its beak is both for her middle name and because I wanted to give her a token of my love as she left me.”

  So simple and poignant. Something hot stung the back of his eyes. Tears. Shit, both her grief and her tribute moved him. How amazing that she’d chosen to honor the little girl’s memory this way. “It’s perfect. Now close your eyes. You don’t need to control anything here. I’ve got you.”

  He would remind her again if that would ease her along, but right now she needed to hear the assurance and the authority in his voice.

  With a little nod, Lily snapped her eyes shut. “Yes, Stone. Sorry.”

  He circled to her front again and grazed a fingertip over her cheekbone. “You’re forgiven.”

  And now it was time to put this game into overdrive.

  With a few clicks of a button on his phone, he turned up the music. On bare feet, he crossed the floor, exiting the playroom. He dashed down the hall, grabbed a few things from the fridge, then headed back.

  He sneaked up on the portal and stuck his head around the corner, trying to catch her peeking or otherwise giving him a sign that she didn’t trust him. But he found Lily exactly as he’d left her—head bowed, shoulders back, the long line of her spine an enticing view above the heart-shaped ass sitting on those fuck-me red heels.

  Sucking in a breath, he grabbed a refrigerated can and shook it, stopping before her again. “Open your mouth, tongue out.”

  Lily pressed her lips together for a moment. Thinking it over? Gathering her courage? Before he could bark at her about trust and compliance, she did as he’d bidden. Stone stood back and stared.

  Like a child sticking her tongue out to catch the rain, she waited. The way she sat back on her heels, eyes closed, awaiting his next move, undid him. She was fighting for this composure, but Stone had no doubt she did it because she wanted to please him.

  That realization was heady shit.

  He flipped off the top of the can and turned it upside down, right over her outstretched tongue. Then he pushed his finger against the red plastic dispenser. A soft whoosh filled the air. Whipped cream piled on her tongue.

  She managed to curl her tongue up in a little smile.

  Stone bit back a curse. Wouldn’t he like to put his cock right there?

  “Swallow,” he instructed.

  He didn’t have to tell her twice. She closed her mouth and sucked, smacking her lips with a widening grin.

  “Tongue out again.”

  Happily, she complied, almost comically eager for more.

  Stone couldn’t take his eyes off Lily, looking ready, breath held, anticipation rolling off her. Her nipples peaked. Her skin looked so damn luminous in the light. Goddamn it, he wanted to fuck all the games and make love to her.

  But she needed to trust him. She needed to feel the comfort of something familiar with him. She needed levity and joy in her life.

  What he wanted right now didn’t matter two shits.

  Stone approached the bench with his goodies again and set the whipped cream aside. He grabbed a couple of things that made him grin. He couldn’t wait to see what she made of this.

  He broke off part of a strip of bacon left over from breakfast and placed it on her tongue. She smelled it before she tasted it and started moaning impatiently.

  “Wait,” he demanded.

  She wriggled as if she had ants in her pants . . . despite the fact that she wore no pants at all.

  Popping off another plastic top and lifting the spout, Stone squeezed the bottle. As he watched honey coat her tongue, his cock got harder by the second. “Taste it, then swallow.”

  Lily drew her tongue past her lips and almost instantly started moaning. “Bacon and honey? You are a genius. Oh my god . . .”

  Stone grinned. “When I was a kid, my grandma made this casserole every Christmas morning with those two ingredients. It was always my favorite.”

  “It’s to die for. What’s next?” She sounded completely eager.

  “Not food. Hold still.”

  Her breathing stuttered. Awareness crept across her face once more as she remembered they were playing a game.

  He grabbed the next item he’d set aside from the table, then approached her from behind. That gorgeous ass bracketed by her red patent pumps and almost innocent white stockings turned him the fuck on. He bit back a moan and focused.

  “You’ve done really well so far. Keep your eyes closed and remember I’m here to protect and guide you.”

  She swallowed as if she knew he intended to challenge her boundaries. “You know I’ll try.”

  “Nope. In the immortal words of Yoda, ‘Do or do not; there is no try.’ And yes, I grew up a Star Wars nerd, so no talking smack.” Stone hoped his teasing would set her at ease.

  Lily gave him a shaky nod, then slid her eyes shut. Stone braced himself for the worst, even as he hoped for the best.

  Then he dropped the blindfold in front of her face, settling it over her eyes, and waited.

  She stiffened and sucked in calming breaths, clearly fighting her instinct to panic. Though she did well, Stone sensed she was losing the struggle and redirected her.

  He quickly tied the scarf off, then laid his palms on her shoulders and bent to murmur in her ear. “This is no different than having your eyes closed. You have a safe word, remember?”

  “But with my hands restrained, I can’t take the blindfold off.”

  “If you need to see, communicate with me.”

  “Blindfolds make me panic. I was never able to handle one with Axel.” She sounded anxious.

  Stone got the feeling that something terrible had once happened to her while she was blindfolded. If that was the case, he would try to erase that torment for her, make some good memories to counter the bad. “We will, you and I. Just stay with me.”

  Lily hesitated for a long moment. She trembled and struggled for air. Stone watched and worried and waited. Finally, she nodded. “Okay.”

  “I’ve got you. Now open your mouth.”

  She was familiar with this exercise, now comfortable giving him this access. Quickly, she stuck out her tongue, almost as if she’d decided that the faster she complied, the faster he’d remove her blindfold.

  He unwrapped a square of chocolate he’d found in the groceries Jack brought and set it directly on her taste buds. It began to melt almost immediately. She inhaled, taking in the scent, and gave him a groan of delight.

  “You can eat it.” He smiled at her excitement.

  Still licking her lips, she moaned. “Do you have more?”

  “Little glutton,” he teased. “No.”

  He had something else ready for her, and he was dying to know how Lily would take it and if she would enjoy it.

  “Open your mouth. Wide,” he demanded, reaching for the button of his jeans.

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  LILY’S heart flipped in her chest at Stone’s command. Whatever he meant to feed her now wouldn’t be whipped cream or chocolate. She heard the dare in his voice.

  Gathering her courage and fighting the residual apprehension from her blindfold, she did as he bid and waited. She would not cave in. She would not let anything Canton had ever said or done ruin this moment for her and Stone. Because when this man touched her, she shivered. When he commanded her, as he was doing right now, she realized how badly she wanted to rise to his challenge. She ached to trust him, submit with grace, and show him how much he was rapidly coming to mean to her.

  He trailed his finger from the middle of her tongue to the tip, then rimmed her lower lip. He tasted of salt and man and strength. Lily liked everything about him. The gentle alpha way he handled her, helped her, settled her—even as he excited the hell out of her—was like a fantasy. But when he touched her . . . she’d never felt bliss like it.

  Playfully, she sucked his digit back in her mouth, wrapping her lips around it, cradling it with her tongue, mimicking what she wanted. He so often touched her for her enjoyment and pleasure. In that moment, Lily yearned to please him in return . . .

  Suddenly he withdrew his finger and nudged her lips apart again. “Open wide. Wider.”

  As she complied, Lily heard the hiss of his zipper as he lowered it.

  Her heart raced. Her insides jumped with a jolt of thrill. Would she finally have the opportunity to return some of the ecstasy he’d given her?

  “I want you to suck my cock, Lily.” His voice sounded gruff and raspy as he looped a hand around the back of her neck and urged her forward.

  A fire flashed directly between her legs.

  “Yes, Stone.” She couldn’t say the words fast enough. She couldn’t wait to take in his flavor, savor his taste, saturate him with her need, take him to the edge. At least she hoped she could. “I’ve never done this before.”

  “Never?”

  She shook her head, wishing she could see his expression. Was he intrigued? Weirded out? Annoyed that she’d be a novice?

  He let go of her neck and gripped her chin. “How is that possible?”

  Though he’d barked the question, Lily still didn’t really know how he felt about her admission and gave him an uncertain shrug. “My high school boyfriend was way more interested in straight intercourse, probably because he was one of the first of his pals to be ‘getting some,’ I found out later. And Axel . . . he never wanted to make the sex we had about him. He was always trying to help me deal with my triggers so I could move forward. You know, mentally. Our relationship wasn’t romantic. We were friends, but we had a Dom/sub dynamic. And the first rule of any Dominant—”

  “Is to give the sub what she needs.” Stone clearly understood.

  Since he also didn’t seem to like Axel much or want to talk about him more than necessary, Lily cut short her explanation. “I’ll do my best.”

  Because she ached to satisfy him. Yes, she felt the yearnings of a sub who’d been stuck on some training treadmill and never allowed to give in to her natural instinct to please. But she wanted it more because he was Stone and she was quickly realizing that he held her heart.

  “I don’t have any doubt you’re going to drive me out of my ever-loving mind, baby. Tongue out.”

  Lily thrust it out farther than before, breathing audibly, shaking.

  “That’s good. You look so fucking pretty waiting for my cock. Take it.”

  He came closer, and Lily could smell the musk rising from between his legs. The ache gathering between her thighs drew up, tight and sharp. Then he slid his erection directly on her tongue, its weight foreign, heavy, and intoxicating. As the silken-smooth head glided over her taste buds, she licked something salty. She wanted more time to explore that, swipe her tongue over the slit and tease the ridge, but he kept easing in, inch after steely inch. The groan that came from his chest sounded somewhere between tortured and ecstatic.

  For a moment, Lily was glad she couldn’t see. Now she had to simply let herself go and feel.

  “Oh, yeah. That’s it. That’s so fucking . . . wow. Now close your lips around it and suck me.”

  She balanced on her heels as she leaned closer to take more of him inside her mouth. Once she felt steady, she drew his length toward the back of her throat with a whimper of pleasure.

  “That’s it. Oh, damn. Baby . . .”

  Twirling her tongue around his shaft, she tried to map every inch of him, did her best to take all of him into her mouth, pushing her head down and swallowing deep until he poked the back of her throat. The animal sounds of need he made aroused her. She’d never felt so alluring, enticing, so filled with this heady brand of feminine power. And she basked in it, eased down farther, trying to close her lips around his root. Instead, she began to choke.

  “Lily . . .” He pulled back. “I love your mouth. God, it’s like heaven. But you’re attempting penetration that looks like something out of the Oral Olympics. You’re not ready for that.”

  He might be right, but that frustrated her. It felt as if she’d never been ready for anything. People always worried she wasn’t strong enough or prepared enough or experienced enough. And damn it, she couldn’t fix that without doing and feeling and practicing.

  She groaned in protest, lunging forward to suck him back deep. When she lost her balance, he caught her.

  “Baby, you can’t—”

  She yanked away and he withdrew from her lips with a pop. “I can. I’m doing this. I need to give this to you. Don’t stop me. Please . . .”

  He paused for a silent moment, and Lily had to believe that he was trying to figure her out. Because he couldn’t see her eyes with the blindfold covering them, she had to hope her voice conveyed her passion.

  “You sure?”

  “Are you going to hurt me?”

  “Of course not.”

  “Then what’s the harm? I’m a big girl. I should be able to handle this. You. Us. Being together.” She was nearly ready to scream. “I don’t just want more togetherness. I think we need it.”

  “You’re right.” He thrust his hand in her hair and drew her closer. “You’re goddamn right. Open for me. Remember, you don’t have to rush and you don’t have to prove anything.”

  Lily let his words sink in as he filled her mouth again with his slick, steely hardness. If there was such a thing as smiling on the inside, she was doing it. As she sucked on his thick staff and moaned, Stone gripped her hair and pulled just enough to soak her senses with his musk and gruff tenderness, to make her head buzz with desire.

  She curled her lips around him, lapping at him with her tongue again, finding new spots to taste and delighting in the sounds of his ragged breaths, hisses of pleasure, and guttural groans. The little divide at the bottom of the head tempted her tongue over and over. And every time she lashed at it, he shuddered and pulled her hair tighter before he quickened his pace, shuttling in and out of her mouth.

  “Baby . . . Oh, shit. I can’t even tell you how amazing that feels. Hmm . . .”

  She redoubled her efforts to give him every shred of her earnest need to serve, along with a delicious pleasure he wouldn’t forget.

  He ramped up his rhythm, thrusting into her mouth with long strokes that demonstrated his utter control and mastery. Around him, she moaned and shook her head to take more of his length into her mouth. She couldn’t quite put her face against his abdomen but the closer she drew to his root, the stronger his masculine scent rose to fill her nose. It intoxicated her senses like a drug. She could easily crave this intimacy all the time just for the sheer pleasure of breathing him in.

  Lily pulled back as he tugged her away again. She resisted, but he forced her to break their connection, proving that he was the Dom and had command of both the situation and her.

  “Stop,” he growled.
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  She panted hard, wishing she could read his expression. Then it dawned on her that, not once while she’d had him so close and tasted his flesh had she been panicked about being unable to see. Not once had she replayed that harrowing time leading up to Erin’s death.

  Yes, it was probably weird to feel a sense of accomplishment from sucking a man’s cock while blindfolded, but engaging in “firsts” and pushing through fears absolutely made her want to celebrate. She’d conquered one of her hang-ups with Stone and felt a bit more whole because of it. Which made him even more amazing to her.

  When they’d first met, he’d been like a powerful star, glimmering so bright and so hot that she’d been afraid to touch him. Now he seemed like all that and a hundred feet tall. But she wasn’t afraid around him anymore.

  “If that’s what you want, Stone.”

  He was breathing hard, too. “Not really. Would I love to stay in that silken mouth and ride it until the ecstasy turns me inside out? Hell, yeah. But I’ve got other plans. Tonight isn’t simply about me getting off.”

  “But can’t it be?”

  “When our trust is stronger, when I know I’ve satisfied you first, sure. But I’ve got other ideas at the moment.”

  With that, she heard the rustling of cloth. Was he pulling his pants up . . . or taking them off?

  Lily didn’t have an answer to her question when Stone helped her to her feet and led her across the room. Then he unhooked her wrists.

  Slowly, she brought her arms to her sides again. They tingled slightly as blood rushed back in. “Are you . . . Are we done?”

  She couldn’t help the disappointment slashing through her.

  Stone massaged her shoulders. “Not unless you’re giving me your safe word.”

  “No.” She shook her head vigorously. Her nipples were tight and her clit burned with need. The only thing she wanted was more. “No.”

  “Good. Then bend over.”

  He guided her down and nudged her torso over the padded dungeon table. She trembled as he pressed her breasts down into the cool, cushioned surface.