Replay Book 5: Night Music

by Nia Farrell

  When Luc started to gather the empties, one bottle dropped on the floor and spun wildly at Aubrey’s feet before slowing to a stop. She reached to pick it up and felt its neck, pointing at Luc. “If this was a game, you’d have to do something,” she teased. She’d had enough wine to be mellow but she was not drunk. “You’d have to…you’d have to kiss Sir Josef!”

  Of course she would say that. She believed that Luc was gay.

  “Well?” she said. “What are you waiting for? Kiss him!”

  Luc looked up from where he knelt but stayed where he was, with his gaze focused on Josef’s mouth and a new, lambent light in his eyes.

  “No.” The Dominant spoke, his voice demanding attention. “Luc, you will kiss Aubrey. Make her moan, and I shall reward you, using anything here that is your pleasure.”

  Robbed of air, Luc forced himself to inhale deeply, exhale slowly. Heat sparked in his hazel eyes, the flames of awareness fanned by each breath. Shifting his full attention to Aubrey, he crawled to her with deliberation and sat on the floor by her feet.

  Luc ran two fingers along the inside of her calf, under the hem of her skirt, and cupped his hand beneath her knee. “So fucking sexy,” he murmured. “I want to kiss you here, behind your knee. Or here.” His hand moved higher. “And mark the inside of your thigh with my teeth.” His other hand traced the neckline of her dress, then slid up her chest to curl around the slender column of her neck. “I am going to kiss you, ma belle, but I will let you choose where.”

  Her blue topaz gaze drifted to his lips, soft and full for a man’s. She moaned, before their mouths even met.

  Pulling her down to him, he brushed his lips across her wide, expressive mouth, teasing her, coaxing a response. She put her hands on his chest and clutched at the fabric of his shirt, seeking purchase. After years of self-denial, restraints were shattered with one tremulous breath. Lips parted. Tongues parried, locked in a desperate struggle. He thrust ten fingers into her hair and gripped her head between his hands to control the kiss, commanding her, demanding her submission.

  She moaned again, into Luc’s mouth, the sweetest music to a Dominant’s ear.

  “Good boy,” Josef crooned. “You have earned a reward. Tell me, what shall it be?”

  Luc pulled back, ending their kiss but keeping his forehead pressed to hers when he revealed his darker passions. “It’s been a while since my last play session. The cross,” he said softly. “And the flogger.”

  Josef nodded approvingly. “The cross and the flogger it shall be, but not tonight. Replay has stringent rules for the protection of all who come here. You must be vetted, have medical clearance, and pass a psychological evaluation before we go any further. Eleanor St. Leger must be the one to give it, if you wish my hand to wield the whip. Sir Piers can arrange anything else you may need.”

  Slipping his cell phone from his jacket, he asked Luc for his number and called it. When Luc’s phone vibrated, Josef ended the call. “You have my number. I’m only a text or call away. For now, though, I shall bid you good night. As much as I would enjoy spending it together, with the three of us sharing a bed, it is best if the two of you…talk.”

  Aubrey looked at him, so innocent, her blue topaz eyes widening when she understood where this was headed. He wanted them. Both of them. Beautiful Luc, with his milk chocolate skin and luscious French Canadian accent. Sweet, brilliant Aubrey, who glowed with her own inner light.

  Leaving them was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do.

  Chapter Six

  Luc watched Sir Josef leave, the click of the door punctuating his unexpected departure. Sighing, he turned back to Aubrey and pressed a brief, fierce kiss against her swollen lips.

  He couldn’t wait to feel them on his body.

  Patience, he reminded himself. Things were shifting at warp speed, and Aubrey needed time to catch up.

  Still kneeling, he rocked back on his heels. Aubrey sat in stunned silence, processing what she had learned.

  That he wasn’t gay, he was bisexual.

  That he was in the lifestyle.

  That he wanted her, and the Dominant Sir Josef wanted them both.

  “Talk to me, chérie. I can see your mind at work. Tell me what you are thinking.”

  “Luc…” She looked at him—at his shape, he knew, but he felt as if she was looking into his very soul. “How long?”

  “How long have I been in the lifestyle? Since college. How long have I wanted you? Forever,” he admitted. “But you were too young. You weren’t ready. You needed me as a teacher, a mentor, not a lover. You don’t know how hard it was, watching you grow, bloom, spread your wings and try to fly, then hold your hand when something would send you crashing to the ground.”

  Auditions. Interviews.

  Boyfriends.

  He regretted that he wouldn’t be her first. He didn’t know much about her experiences, other than the boyfriends never lasted long once they’d had her. He could only guess if the breakups were their choice, or hers.

  She blinked and shook her head. “I didn’t know,” she whispered. “I thought….”

  “It doesn’t matter, ma belle. Here, now. This is what matters. We are what matters. What you want. What I want.”

  She caught her lower lip between her teeth and worried it for a moment. “What do you want?” she asked at last, her cheeks flushed from the scenarios playing out in her head.

  “Tonight, just you. No kink. No domination and submission. Just surrender,” he told her. “Ma chère, believe me when I say that I will always put your needs before mine. Trust that I will continue to take care of you, in every possible way. Give yourself to me, and I will make certain that you never regret it.”

  Unfolding his body, he rose to a stand, took her hands, and pulled her up to meet him. She was such a tiny thing, just two inches shy of five feet. He’d have to be careful, or he was going to bruise the hell out of that porcelain skin of hers.

  He wrapped one arm around her waist, tightening his hold until she was pressed against him. Letting her feel just how much he wanted her, he lifted her chin, kissed her tenderly, and murmured against her lips. “I’ve waited years for you to be ready for this. All you have to do is say yes. Just. Say. Yes….”

  “But Sir Josef—”

  “Not now. Not yet. Maybe…maybe never. You heard him. We have to be vetted. Approved to play before he’ll join us. And only then with our permission.”

  “He wants you,” she whispered, blushing again. “I could hear it. Smell it. And you want him, too.”

  “He’s an attractive man,” Luc admitted. “I know you haven’t seen the actor I’m thinking of, but he’s almost as tall as me. Thick, wavy hair, and no beard to hide that cleft in his chin. His eyes are brown and very striking, where he’s a blond. His clothes are tailored to fit his frame. He’s trim but muscled, like he plays tennis or racquetball. Maybe he works out, or runs, like me. He has a way of looking at you that’s mesmerizing, especially knowing what he is. What he does. Sir Josef is a unique combination of a doctor and a Dominant, someone who understands the human psyche, who recognizes limits and knows what it takes to push you past them. If you are going to learn about the lifestyle, you’ll have no better teacher.”

  “Except you.” She kissed him back, softly, hesitantly. “You’re my teacher, Luc. You should be the one to show me—later. Not tonight. Tonight, it’s just the two of us and no kink, okay? I think that’s all I can handle right now.”

  “So…that’s a yes?”

  She nodded.

  Good enough.

  He swept her up as if she weighed nothing and carried her to the oversized bed. She couldn’t appreciate the overhead mirrors, but at some point, he wanted her to ride him while he watched the two of them, black man and white woman, finding the contrast of their skin to be highly erotic and stunningly beautiful.

  He turned down the bed, slipped off her shoes, and laid her, fully dressed, in the center of it. Shedding his own clothes, he
fished magnum condoms from his toiletry kit before returning to Aubrey. “Look, I know you have an IUD,” he said, still feeling the vestiges of guilt, remembering the problems she’d had with the birth control pills that he insisted she use when he realized that she was sexually active. “I’m clean, but I’m going to use condoms, for your peace of mind and to minimize the mess, okay?”

  “Okay,” she whispered, blushing profusely and shifting her legs restively.

  Smelling her arousal, Luc smiled.

  He stretched out on the bed beside her. Catching her hand, he brought it to his clean-shaven chest and pressed it against his heart. “You know, every time I watch you play, I can’t help imagining your hands on my body, working their magic. Touch me,” he said. “Feel me. Oui. Just like that.”

  His breath grew deeper, heavier, as she explored the contours of his chest, the swells and dips, the muscled planes. She found his pierced nipples, teased, tested, and played with them, fascinated by the ring that he wore in each one.

  “Lick it,” he finally growled, eager to have her mouth on him. Air hissed between his teeth when she put her parted lips over the pebbled tip and flicked it with her tongue. Emboldened, she covered his pap with her mouth and connected them with sweet, searing suction that made his cock jerk and drip with pre-cum.

  “Mon Dieu.” He ground out the words. Winnowing five fingers into her hair, he pressed against her head, encouraging her attentions before letting his hand drift down. Using two fingers, he stroked the slim column of her neck, traced her collarbone from right to left, and then followed the neckline of her sundress back. Slipping his fingers beneath the right strap, he eased it off her shoulder and pulled the fabric down to bare her breast, small, pale, tipped in pink.

  Beautiful.

  He closed his hand over it, engulfing it. His fingers flexed against her slight swell of flesh. Squeezing and molding one breast, he felt her nipple pebble against his palm. Catching the tip between his thumb and forefinger, he tugged and twisted it, eliciting a moan that vibrated his flesh and sent a bolt of electricity south, making his cock snap to attention.

  “Sweetheart, I love you in red,” he rumbled, “but this dress has got to go. I want you naked. I need you naked….”

  Chapter Seven

  Luc moved over Aubrey, scooting lower, so that his knees bracketed her thighs. Keeping his weight off of her legs, he caught the layers of skirt and pulled upward, working the fabric past the curve of her buttocks, the barest swell of her hips, the tiny waist, her small breasts, slim shoulders. He pulled her sundress over her head, leaving her clad in nothing but a pair of red, lacy goodness.

  “These new, sweetheart?” he asked, knowing full well that they were—unless she’d been washing them by hand and hanging them in her room to dry.

  “Yes,” she whispered shyly. “Do you like them? Michelle said they were pretty. They feel pretty.”

  “They’re perfect,” he assured her, splaying his fingers over the flat plane of her belly. God bless Michelle, who took Aubrey shopping when she needed women’s products and intimate things. “There’s a mirror above the bed. I’m having a hard time, not having you lie on top of me and grind yourself on my cock until you come. I’d love to watch all this creamy white skin against my brown, with that luscious pop of red covering your ass, while I’m thinking about what it will feel like to take you there.”

  She wet her lips and swallowed, hard.

  “I’ll go slow,” he assured her. “You’re so small and I’m…well—”

  “Hung?”

  No guesswork there, not after she’d felt his ten inches pressed against her.

  “Oui. And you are so slight.” No wonder she could play the boy Mozart. She was a pixie. “Just lie back and relax, princess, while I worship this body of yours.”

  He adored her with hands and lips and tongue, suckling her breasts until she was undulating beneath him, teasing her through the silk of her panties before slipping them off and getting his first real taste of her. He licked and teased her to her first orgasm, curled his fingers and fastened his mouth over her clit to bring her to a shattering climax minutes later. Rubbing his nose in her pubic hair, he kissed her mound and reached for a condom, ripping open the packet and rolling it on with practiced ease.

  “I’m covered,” he told her. “Open wide and let me in, princess.”

  Aubrey spread her legs, making room for him to come between them. Bracing himself on his outstretched right arm, he took his cock in his left hand and wet his crown with her juices. He stroked the seam of her slit, notched his head in her opening, and pushed his way inside. So tight. Mon Dieu. She felt so damn good, it was all he could do to not unleash his inner beast.

  He moved slowly, deliberately, inch by inch, feeling her body stretch to accommodate him, not stopping until he bottomed out.

  Aubrey grimaced at the pinch.

  He pulled out part way. “It’s all right, chérie. I wait for you. Move your hips. Fuck my cock. Use me for your pleasure.”

  Flexing, then tilting her hips, she used him like a dildo. Juices flowed. Walls expanded. Eventually, she managed to take most of him in.

  He moved his knees to the outside of hers. “Put your legs together, sweetheart. That will help keep me from going too deep.”

  She closed her legs and squeezed his shaft.

  Luc sucked in a harsh breath and struggled to not react. She felt like heaven. So very, very tight. So incredibly wet. If her pussy felt this good, he was going to love claiming her ass.

  Just thinking about it nearly made him come.

  “Aubrey,” he whispered. “I’ve got to move, princess. Let me know if it’s too much.”

  He flexed his hips, slowly, carefully, keeping his gaze locked on her face, making certain she was keeping up with him, that he wasn’t going too far, too fast. Her small hands clung to his waist, then slid lower. She curled her body towards him and dug her fingers into his buttocks.

  “Fuck me,” she rasped against his chest, her breath catching when he drove in deep. “Oh, God…!”

  She didn’t stop him. The next stroke went just as deep.

  “Luc….”

  His name was a prayer of supplication. He answered it, hips churning, body surging, keeping his weight off of her as best he could. She tasted his chest, then covered it with kisses, working her way toward his nipple, driving him wild with anticipation.

  “Aubrey,” he grated, needing more. “Please….”

  Parting her lips, she fastened her mouth on his pap and sucked, lashing the hardened tip with her tongue. She moved one hand to the seam of his crack and slid a finger south, tauntingly close to his anus.

  “Yes….” He hissed when she touched it. Moaned when she pressed on it. Chanted her name when she curled her finger and pushed the tip of it inside.

  The feel of it was enough to send him hurtling over the edge.

  “Christ!” He surged into her, coming hard, pouring himself into his condom. Shuddering, he held himself tight against her, until he’d pumped the last of his seed into the latex sheath.

  Reaching between them, he caught the bottom of the prophylactic between his fingers and held it in place while he slipped free of her body. Luc rolled to the side and lay down beside her, one arm curled so that he could play with that sexy-as-fuck, wild bedhead hair of hers. He draped his other arm possessively across her midriff.

  “You okay?” he asked, loving the feel of her in his embrace. Finally, after years of wanting, years of waiting….

  She was worth every minute and more.

  “I think so,” she whispered. “That was…intense.”

  Luc smiled and kissed her forehead. “You think? It’s a base for comparisons. Trust me, you haven’t seen intense. When I really cut loose, you’ll know it. But we have rehearsals tomorrow. You have to be able to sit, and walk. For now, I think a nice, hot soak in that jetted tub is in order. If you let me share, I’ll scrub your back for you.”

  She bit her lip to
keep from smiling. “It’s been a while since anyone scrubbed my back.” She looked away, pretending to consider it. “Deal.”

  “Let me go start the water. It will take a while to fill, as big as that tub is. Cover up if you start to chill. I’ll be back in a minute.”

  Luc took care of his condom first, then turned on the water, closed the drain and let the tub begin filling. When he came back to bed, Aubrey had the sheet pulled to her chin and was shaking like a leaf.

  “Cold?” he asked, tamping down the sense of panic, until he realized that her reaction was almost like sub-drop. “Let’s get you in the tub, ma belle. A hot bath should help.”

  He flipped back the sheet, pulled Aubrey to the edge of the bed, and picked her up. She was so small, so delicate—he could bench press her weight times three. With her size and her visual impairment, she’d always roused his protective side. Now that he’d claimed her, the need to protect her was twice as fierce.

  Luc carried her into the bathroom. “Do you need to void?” he asked. “All that wine….”

  Aubrey ducked her head beneath his chin and nodded. “Yes, please.”

  He set her down beside the commode, glanced at the water level in the tub, and left them both alone.

  She called his name when she was ready for him to join her.

  The jetted tub was large enough for three or four people, and deep enough to sink down and soak. The water was up to Aubrey’s shoulders when he turned off the tap, urged her forward, and slid into place behind her. Lathering up his hands with shower gel, he massaged her back, working the tension from her muscles, feeling her slowly melt into his touch.

  She sighed, and hummed a moan of purest bliss.

  His cock was paying attention, and responded predictably. Aware that she might need more time, he asked if she wanted to take care of her front, or if she wanted him to.

  His erection had its own opinion and chose that moment to nudge her back. She caught her breath. He stilled his hands and waited for her answer.