by Eden Bradley
Was she? Right now she felt ready for anything he wanted to do to her. She was in his hands. And she was too far gone, too filled with aching lust, to think about anything else. Tonight she belonged to him.
“Yes. I’m ready.”
CHAPTER FOUR
He didn’t know how he’d manage to keep himself under control tonight, but he had to do it—keep it all together. But he also had to be there with her, present in the moment.
He hadn’t been so turned on, so fucking out of control, over any woman, ever. He had to have her. In whatever way he could without completely breaking the code he lived by as a dominant. That code meant he was responsible for her well-being while she was under his hands, but all he could think about right now was putting his hands on her. And frankly, putting his cock in her, but that was out of the question tonight. He could hold back that much. Oh, but he would touch her all over. All that porcelain skin that looked so cool, but was so hot beneath his fingertips.
He couldn’t let himself think about how hot and silky her pussy was. How wet and ready. Too much. No, just think about pleasing her. About making her come apart.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkened room he could see the outline of her hot little body. And he could hear the panting edge in her breath. Just the sound of it made him throb for her.
He wrapped a hand up in her long, silky hair, twisting until he felt the strands pull against her skull. A move meant to make her yield to him, yes, but he had to touch that glorious hair, like strands of dark fire. She moaned, and he knew he had her, could do anything he wanted and she wouldn’t deny him. It was taking everything he had to keep his head together, not to take advantage of her vulnerable state.
He pulled her head back, baring her long, slender throat. He bent and tasted her skin again, sucked a bit of that tender flesh into his mouth. Almost as sweet as her hard little clit had been. Another long, hard throb in his cock at the thought.
Fuck. Pull yourself together.
He picked her up with a deep growl and carried her to the sofa, laid her down and slipped the scrap of lace panties over her long legs. She looked so soft and open lying there. And again he had to beat back the animal in him that wanted to jump on her and fuck her senseless.
He pulled in a few deep breaths, trying to ignore that floral scent of hers that drove him crazy. Once he had himself under control he began a slow exploration of her lush little body.
Her skin was like pale satin in the blue moonlight coming through the living room window, and just as smooth. He ran his palms over her stomach, her thighs. Her muscles tensed everywhere he touched and she squirmed a little under his hands. What would she feel like under him? Under his body, her lean thighs spread wide, his cock pushing into her?
“Just feel me, Devin,” he told her. “Leave your arms at your side. Yes, lay quietly for me. Just focus on the sensation. Let the rest go.”
Another quiet moan from her. Then a sharp intake of breath when he cupped her breasts in his hands. They were gorgeous—about the most perfect breasts he’d ever seen on a woman. And her nipples were coming up hard again under his palms. Too tempting. He pinched them between fingers and thumbs, smiled when she squealed. Even more at the sharp, panting breath that betrayed her pleasure.
“You like that, don’t you? You like the pain.”
The word was a single quiet breath. “Yes.”
He squeezed her nipples harder, then gave a sharp pull.
“Oh!”
“What is it, Devin? Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“Like I’m…oh God…”
“Tell me.” He twisted the hard nubs in his fingers.
“I…it hurts. But it feels too good.”
He pinched harder and she groaned. “I knew you’d like the pain. I could see it in you the moment I laid eyes on you.”
Jesus, her body responded to everything, pleasure or pain, in the same way. And he was rock hard, touching her, hearing her moans. He leaned in and took one nipple between his teeth and bit down.
“Ah!” She arched off the sofa, into his mouth.
Yes, she loved it.
He sat back and looked at her for a moment. There was so much he wanted to do to this woman. For the first time in his life he was at a loss over where to begin.
He pulled in another deep breath, ordered himself to calm down. Then he slipped one hand between her thighs, into that damp heat. His cock gave a hard twitch. He could not believe how soaking wet she was. She writhed, spread her lovely thighs for him. Almost too much for him to take, but he had to do it, had to make her come. There was nothing he wanted more in the world right now.
He went to work right away with both hands. One hand inside her, moving his fingers in and out, the other hand teasing her clit, tugging and pinching. She was panting in seconds. After only a minute he felt the hard clench of her inner walls around his plunging fingers, heard her long sigh. Her body shook as though a small earthquake ran through it and her hands came up and fisted in her own hair.
Too fucking beautiful. But he was hardly done with her.
He leaned in and kissed her fevered forehead, whispered, “Devin, do you have any toys?”
“Toys?” Her voice was still shaky from her climax.
“A vibrator?”
“Yes. In my nightstand.”
“I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”
As he walked down the narrow hallway he heard her mutter, “As if I could.”
He found the bedroom easily enough, turned on a bedside lamp. And was pleased to see the big antique bed with its four carved wooden posts. Nice. Plenty he could do in a bed like that. But he’d have to think about it later. Next to the bed was a small nightstand, another antique, and in the top drawer was a nice collection of toys. He found one of those butterfly vibrators that women loved so much, but what he really wanted was something more phallic. He shuffled a paperback book aside and found it, a large pink vibrator, textured all over with a raised dot pattern. Nice piece of equipment. His cock burned just thinking about what he could do to her with this thing.
He returned to the living room and found she was right where he’d left her.
“Good girl,” he told her quietly.
He knelt on the floor beside the sofa. She was watching him, those green eyes impossible to really see in the dim wash of moonlight. But he could tell by the cadence of her breath that she was right there with him.
He used his hands to part her thighs.
Skin like a baby’s. Jesus.
Concentrate.
He let his fingers tease for a moment at her slick hole. “You’re so damn wet I could slide this thing right in.”
“Yes. Do it. Please.” An edge of desperation in her voice. He knew exactly how she felt.
He switched the vibrator on and let the tip rest against her clit. She groaned and he pulled it away. Let her lie there and pant. Let her want it before he pressed it again over her mound. Just when she started to squirm he moved it away.
“Please, Shaye.”
God, he loved that begging tone. “Please what?”
“Please touch me.”
“Like this?”
“Oh yes…”
Pleasure rippled through her like a long beat of thunder. It hit her core like a blow. Her body convulsed with the first wave of climax. He pulled away once more.
“God, how can you do this to me? It’s pure torture.”
A small laugh from him. “That’s my specialty, isn’t it, Devin?”
Her body was shaking with that keen edge of orgasm that hadn’t quite gone away. Or maybe it was just beginning again.
“Shaye…”
“Come on. Breathe into it, Devin. Ride it out.”
“I can’t.”
“You can. And you will. For me,” he demanded.
For him. Yes.
She could do anything for him.
She gritted her teeth when he touched the vibe to her clit again, sending sharp, jittering shard
s of pleasure through her.
“Hold on to it, Devin.”
She pulled in a gasping breath, blew it out. And just when she thought she had it under control he pinched her nipple, hard. She came up off the couch, her whole body rising, burning.
“Calm, Devin,” he told her, his voice a deep rumble of command.
She’d never heard that tone from him. But calm? She was completely gone and she knew it.
Just let me come. Make me come!
But all she did was moan aloud. She was trembling all over.
“Focus on my voice. Do you hear me?”
“Yes.”
“Hold it back as long as you can. And when you’re sure you can’t hold it any longer, you’ll have to ask for it.”
She groaned again. “Can it be now?”
A small, evil laugh from him. “No.”
His hand was on her thigh, moving her legs even farther apart. Then he laid the tip of the vibrator on her clitoris. His touch was light—all she could feel was the gentlest vibration, but pleasure coiled like a serpent in her sex, spread out, made her arms and legs shake with need.
At the same time he pinched the tender skin at the juncture of her hip and thigh. So painful, but the pain turned immediately to pleasure, impossibly ramping up the sensation between her legs.
“Please, Shaye.”
“Not yet. Hang on, Devin. I know you can do it.”
He pressed the vibe a little more firmly against her and she bit her lip. Her climax threatened with a sharply honed edge, the pleasure achingly intense.
“I can hear your breath, little Devin. I can hear your need in it. Do you need to come? Tell me.”
“Yes,” she panted. “I need to come.”
“Ask nicely.”
He shifted the vibrator, slid the tip into her, holding it so the heel of his hand ground onto her swollen clit at the same time. Her pussy clenched hard around the vibe. Pleasure moved through her in rippling waves. Burning hot, scorching her.
“Please!”
Please, please, please…
“Please what, Devin?”
Oh, he was going to make her say it. But she didn’t care now.
“Please make me come, Shaye. Please let me.”
“Ah, that was nicely done. Perfect. Come for me now, Devin. Come into my hands.”
He moved the vibrator, thrusting it into her, out again, circled her clit with his hard palm. And she came…and came undone.
Her climax slammed into her like a wall of pleasure, moved through her pussy, her limbs, her head, like a honeyed tide.
So good…
He kept at it, pumping the vibrator inside her, his hand grinding against her clit. Her body shook with the force of it. She was drowning in pleasure. She became nothing but sensation, the focal point her sex, his hand, the pulsing vibrator buried deep inside her.
“Shaye…oh God…”
Still he worked her, drawing out the last quivering sensations, until she was too weak to move.
Finally the last trembling threads of her orgasm faded away. He seemed to know instinctively when it was over, sliding the vibe from her body. He pulled her into his arms, into his lap as he sat on the sofa. She leaned her head against his chest and inhaled deeply of his scent, so dark and earthy, so him.
Her body was in love with him already.
What had made her even think that? But she was too languid with the afterglow of a shattering orgasm to think about it—or to think about anything, really.
He stroked her hair, her cheek, her shoulder. So nice. So sweet. Such a contrast to the wicked way he had treated her body only moments ago. She loved that, the contrast of sexual abandon and this…tenderness. What else could she call it?
Devastating.
Oh yes. He was the kind of man a girl could really fall for. Except she wasn’t that kind of girl. This night with him did not make her submissive. She’d been the strong one for far too long. She’d had to be. Nothing would ever change that, not even this man with the amazing hands, the sensual instincts that read her body like an open book.
“Devin?”
“Hmm?”
“What’s wrong?”
“What? Nothing.”
“Then why did you just close up?” he asked, his voice soft.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Your whole body tensed up. You crossed your arms over your breasts.”
“Did I?”
A long moment of silence, then, “Do you want to talk to me about it, whatever it is you’re thinking?”
“I…no. It’s nothing.”
But that wasn’t true. Maybe it was what he’d done to her tonight—“playing”, as he called it. The orgasms. The gentleness of him now. But she wanted to tell him. Wanted to tell him what she was thinking, about what had happened to her to make her feel like letting go of control was some sort of sin, some failure on her part. She didn’t understand this yearning to let him know her—wasn’t sure if she was thinking clearly.
His voice was a quiet rumble, with her ear still pressed against his chest. “It’s something. But you don’t have to tell me now. It’s okay.”
She sighed and relaxed into him again. He felt so good. They stayed there for a long time, until she almost drifted off to sleep, her mind hazy. Then he began to stroke her skin, his hands drifting slowly over her arms, her shoulders. She let her muscles unwind, melted into his touch while he slid one hand over her waist, her hip. It was so easy to open for him so that he could stroke the inside of her thigh, stoking the banked flames of lust.
He pushed her down so that she was leaning back against the arm of the couch. With one hand he caressed her breasts, while with the other he cupped her mound. She moaned, her sleepy body absorbing the sensation. Desire buzzed through her system, yet she could barely move.
“Yes, that’s it, Devin. Just lie back and let me do it all, touch you the way I want to.”
He slipped one finger into her soaking wet cleft and her hips arched toward his touch.
“I love that, to see you respond,” he murmured. “To know you like it when I do these things to you.” He pushed two more fingers into her, making her pussy clench with need. “Yes, you love that, don’t you, when I fuck you with my hand?”
“Yes!”
“But you’d love it even more if I really fucked you, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes…please, Shaye.”
“That’s the one thing I won’t do tonight. But I need to know you want it.”
God, the rough texture of his voice was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard. She ground her hips, impaling herself harder on his fingers.
“How do you want it, Devin? Tell me,” he demanded.
“I want it hard. I need it.”
“Like this?” He moved his hand so that his thumb pressed onto her swollen clit while he thrust his fingers hard into her.
“Yes!”
Her body trembled, on the brink of orgasm already. When he pinched her nipple painfully she exploded, her climax rocking her body. Shards of sensation shot through her, blinding hot. She cried out, shivering all over.
His voice was a ragged whisper. “Jesus, to watch you come, to know I make you come so damn hard…you’re killing me, girl.”
She could barely take in his words. Didn’t matter, anyway. All that mattered was the rapture of climax after climax, being there with him. She lay across his lap, half out of her head and fighting an inner battle between the sharp, aching desire to please him and the need to stay in control.
But who the hell was she kidding? There was nothing about tonight that had to do with her being in control. As frightening as that thought was, it felt good, too. He was right about that.
Without really thinking about it she slipped off the sofa, onto her knees on the floor, her hands on his strong thighs. She looked up at him, saw him smile.
“Shaye. Let me please you.” Yes, even saying the words to him filled some empty place in her.
; He stroked her cheek with his thumb, trailed down to her mouth and ran the pad of his thumb over her lips. Her tongue darted out to taste him. He moaned softly and pushed his thumb into her mouth. She took it in, sucking gently.
“Jesus, Devin.”
She ran her hands boldly up his denim-clad thighs, loving the solid texture of muscle beneath the fabric. She moved upward until she felt the bulge of his erect cock. God, he was big. Her sex flooded with wet heat once more. Focusing on him, she unbuckled his leather belt, slipped his zipper down and found he was bare underneath.
Lovely.
She pulled his cock out and curled her fingers around the thick shaft. It was like iron in her hand, iron sheathed in silk. And just below the head, the underside of his cock was pierced with a small steel ring.
God, the metal piercing his flesh was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen in her life. Beautiful and wicked. Even hotter for some reason when she imagined the pain he must have endured getting the piercing done. Her sex swelled with need.
Have to have him. In my body, any way I can…
He dug his fingers into her hair as she lowered her head and took him into her mouth.
Sweet flesh, so hard, so hot. The ring felt strange in her mouth, strange but wonderful. She could only imagine the sensations that ring would cause if he was inside her. She slid her lips down his shaft, heard his groan of pleasure. She would have smiled if her mouth hadn’t been so completely full.
With her fingers clasping the base of his cock, she moved up, then down, then up again, sucking, licking, curling her tongue around the heavy head, playing with the metal ring. His hips ground in time with her strokes, the ring sliding over her tongue, his cock plunging deeply into her throat, choking her a little. Her eyes watered, but she wanted to take all of him, wanted to make him feel as good as he’d made her feel tonight.
She moved faster, sucked hard on the rigid flesh. His breath was a rasping pant. His fingers pulled hard on her hair, hurting a little. But she loved it, wanted the pain, as though, she realized, it cleansed her of any culpability. The pain took away her need for responsibility, allowed her to give herself over to him.