Her breath came out of her on a rough sigh. Her brow furrowed and I could see her trying to think of something. “I...hell. Ash, my mind is blank.” Then she pursed her lips and I could tell she'd thought of something else. “For the record, are you one of those guys who wants his...ah, whatever calling him Master?”
I curled my hand around the side of her neck and drew her back against me. Her pulse beat wildly against my fingers. “You’re not the kind of woman who’ll ever let any man be her master. I'll settle for control.” Dragging my hand from her neck downward, I cupped her breast and she arched against my hand. “What’s your favorite color?”
“Pink.” It came out immediately.
It surprised me a little. She was feminine, but not in the same way my sister was, and Isadora was the sort of woman with whom I associated pink and pastels. Toni, I would've thought crimson or something like that.
Not that it mattered. We just both had to remember it.
“That’s your safe word, then. You’ll remember it?”
“Yes.”
I rubbed my thumb over her nipple, feeling it harden beneath my touch. One more thing to cover. “Is there anything else you don’t want me to do?”
“Nobody else.”
I didn’t have to guess at what she meant. “Don’t worry, Toni. I don’t plan on letting another person near you.” Just the thought of someone else touching her made my hands want to curl into fists. “Then let's begin.”
Her breathing hitched as I settled my hands down on her shoulders, slid them down to free each of the small, round buttons that held her blouse closed.
“There’s a mirror across the room. Do you see it?”
“Yes.” Her body shuddered.
“Look at it. Look at yourself.”
Smoothing her shirt off her shoulders, I studied her for a moment in the mirror. Her eyes met mine and I was again reminded of how this wasn't going to be like any other Dom-Sub experience I'd ever had.
I pressed my lips against the side of her neck, watching as her lips parted. Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing increased. Her bra was plain black cotton, nothing special, but she made it better than the most expensive lingerie.
“Do your panties match?” I asked quietly. It was a rhetorical question. I didn't want an answer. I wanted to find out for myself.
My hands went to the button of her pants and a few seconds later, I had my answer.
Yes. They did match.
Once she was wearing nothing more than her panties and bra, I led her to the bed. Her movements were stiff and I could feel a rush of anxiety going through her. Her nervousness was almost as erotic as the sight of her nearly naked body.
I eased her down on her knees and then slipped off her bra. I took a moment to admire her small, firm breasts, and then straightened to stand over her. As I started to unbutton my shirt, I was glad she'd stopped me from blindfolding her. Nothing could be as hot as seeing her desire-filled eyes running over me as I slowly exposed my chest, and then shrugged the shirt off. I tossed it aside and then smiled down at her.
“I’m going to tie you. For now, your hands will be in front of you.”
Chapter 8
Toni
Trepidation had my heart hammering hard and fast against my ribs as Ash bound my hands together in front of me. I didn’t know if I was ready for this, but one thing was damn certain, there was no way I would back out now, and I definitely wasn’t going to cry pink, either.
It was both a challenge and an enticement, kneeling on the floor as he finished binding my hands together. He paused after he finished and I knew he was giving me the chance to test them and make sure I felt secure. I twisted my hands and felt a bit of give. I wasn't sure how easy it would be to get free, but I didn't feel trapped, so I nodded.
Even though I was still wearing my underwear, I'd never felt so exposed. As if he could sense my discomfort, he cupped my face and ran a thumb over my lower lip. Electricity and heat rushed through me. I was excruciatingly aware of everything. The way the air felt dancing over my skin. The sound of a clock ticking somewhere nearby. The scent of Ash, unmistakably male.
“Your mouth has driven me crazy almost from day one, you know that?” His tone was conversational as he stroked my lips.
Was I supposed to answer? It didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to ask permission to talk. “I get that a lot.”
He chuckled. “I’m not just talking about that smart tongue of yours. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about seeing those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”
Damn. I clenched my thighs together. Lava had replaced all the blood in my body, and I felt like I was going to spontaneously combust if I didn’t get relief soon. My mouth was practically watering at the thought of tasting him. When he unzipped his pants, my stomach flipped. As he removed his pants, I saw that my memory hadn't done him justice. He was thick and hard, jutting out from dark curls, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip of his cock.
He reached out, his fingers in my hair, hand cupping the back of my neck. “You’re going to do what I tell you now, Toni. Say you understand.” His voice had taken on that authoritative note that usually made me bristle.
Right now, it turned me on.
“I understand.” Saying something smart didn’t even come to mind just then. His hand on the back of my neck, the firm pressure, knowing that he was going to control things...it had me all but shaking with want.
“You’re going to kiss my cock.”
I opened my mouth as he pressed the broad head to my lips, eager to feel him slide across my tongue.
He tugged me back as soon as I tried to take him inside, his fingers twisting in my hair.
“I said kiss it.”
Groaning, I held still. Not because I wanted to, but because he didn’t release his grip on me. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Ash,” I said automatically.
“Good girl.”
This time, I pressed my lips to his cock, but my mind was already set on one thing. When he decided he was going to quit the game, I was going to give him the blowjob of his life. He’d be the one groaning by the time I was done with him.
“Now you can open your mouth and take me inside. Use...”
His breath tripped. I hadn’t wasted any time, taking the tip of him into my mouth and pressed my tongue to the pulsing vein on the underside as I slid down on him. I only went down an inch or so and when I came back up, I let him feel the edge of my teeth. He swore and it was all I could do not to grin. I repeated it again, taking him deeper on each successive stroke.
By the fourth one, he had both of his hands gripping my head, reminding me who was in charge, but letting me take control.
“You’re good at this,” Ash muttered, his voice raw.
He had no idea. One thing about being wicked smart and wicked curious, when you decided you want to learn about something, anything, you did just that.
After the first guy I’d ever slept with told me I was just as bad at giving head as I was being a girlfriend, I’d decided to become an expert. Books and movies of a certain kind could teach a girl all sorts of things. And having access to several of my brothers' girlfriends over a period of a few months hadn't hurt either. After a little over a month, I’d shown up at my ex's dorm room and I’d teased him into letting me in, teased him into playing a game that had resulted in me going down on him until he was right on the edge.
And then I'd left him, laughing as he cursed me for not finishing him off.
It had been one of the most thrilling and satisfying experiences of my life.
But it paled in comparison to this.
Ash’s body was tensed and hard. I could feel the tension coming from him, felt his cock swell in my mouth. He was so close...
And then he stopped, pulling his cock out of my mouth with an almost obscene pop.
I made a sound of protest, watching as he wrapped his hand around his cock and started to stroke. In a rapid rh
ythm, he dragged his hand down and back up again. The head was swallowed by his fist only to bob back out. Again and again...
Then he came and I gasped as semen jetted up and out across my breasts.
Fuck.
Need was a living, breathing ache inside me. “That was just mean.”
“I'm in charge, remember?”
I gasped as he reached down and trailed his fingers across my breasts, his seed slick against my skin.
This was torture. Pure and simple torture. I moaned as he circled my nipple, the sensitive flesh hardening under his touch.
“Are you ready to be good?”
There was a challenge in his voice.
Never one to back down from a dare, I let my head fall back until I was meeting his eyes. With a taunting smile, I said, “Not on your life.”
He pinched my nipple, bringing a startled cry to my lips.
Then, in a move so quick, it left me disoriented, I found myself swept up into his arms. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
I vaguely recalled seeing a chair when we came into the room. It had been a simple, ladder-back affair, rather plain in the elegant masculinity that was Ash’s bedroom. Before I could register much else about it, he was sitting and I was lying across his lap.
Oh shit.
I had only a few seconds to consider the absolute indignity, though, because he laid a hand on my ass and the heat of his palm was shocking and intimate.
“Are you ready?”
His voice held both promise and threat, making me shiver.
“Do your worst.” The words came out without me thinking about them and I almost winced the second they left my mouth.
He chuckled. “Toni, you’re either going to be really sorry you said that...or really, really glad.”
He brought his hand down, hard and fast. It was a shock, the blow of his hand on my ass. I was still processing whether or not it hurt when he did it again.
Then, before anything else happened, he slid his hand between my thighs and pressed his fingers against the wet crotch of my panties. I was shockingly, achingly wet. He circled my clit hard and fast, the rhythm so spot on, I could feel myself getting close to climax already.
He stopped and I cried out in frustration. How could he keep doing that?
He spanked me again, three times in rapid succession. Then he went back to toying with my clit, sliding the thin material of my panties over me until I was hovering right on the edge. Again. And again.
The world narrowed down to just that. Him, the sharp bite of his hand on my skin, and then the sweet bliss of his fingers circling over my clit or occasionally dipping beneath my panties to thrust into my pussy.
After a while, I was no longer rising to the edge of orgasm. I was just there, hovering, but Ash knew exactly when to stop, exactly when to change what he was doing to keep me from going over.
It was torture. I was ready to beg, just so I could come.
And he knew it.
“Do you want to come?”
He stopped touching me when he said it.
That was probably the mistake.
Had he been manipulating my clit or spanking me, who knew what I might have said. But he slid his hand up to stroke my hair and in those few seconds, my head cleared enough for me to think of how smug he'd be if I gave in so easily.
“Talk to me, baby,” he murmured. “Do you want to come?”
“I don’t know,” I panted as I smirked up at him. “I think I kind of like this.”
His voice dropped even lower than before. “Let’s see if we can find something else you like.”
***
I arched up in desperation as his teeth scraped over my clit, a wail coming out of me despite my attempt to contain it.
He chuckled and I swore at him. I wasn't so sure I liked this anymore.
But there was no way in hell I was going to use my safe word.
He'd tied me down on the bed, my arms overhead, my legs spread-eagle. Now, he lay between them, the lower half of his face glistening and wet. His eyes burned hot as he looked up at me, grinning wickedly. “That didn’t sound like please.”
“Damn you,” I gasped.
He placed a hand on my belly, his palm hot and rough. The other hand slid between my thighs and I whimpered as he started to stroke the overly sensitive skin. He pushed two fingers in, then pulled them out. In then out. I moved as much as I could, which wasn't much considering the restraints. There was something blisteringly erotic about the entire thing. His hand on my belly while he stroked me. The ropes biting into my skin. The smile on his face. My total inability to control anything.
“Do you want to come?” he asked again.
Fuck it all.
“Yes!”
He surged up onto his knees, one hand rolling on the condom even as he went. And then he was inside me, hard and full and fast. No hesitation, no easing me into it. The orgasm took my breath away. I had been so ready, had hovered on the edge for too long, and him driving into me was too much.
“Fuck, Toni...”
Vaguely, I heard his voice, felt him pumping against me, moving deep and hard, but all that mattered to me in that moment was the climax. I shuddered under him, tightened around him when he withdrew, seeking to draw it out as long as I could.
“That’s it, baby. Damn...”
His voice was raw.
He was thick and deep, pushing inside and stretching me, impossibly stretching. I cried out as he withdrew and surged forward again. Blinking up at him, I managed to focus on his face above me.
He had a savage look on his face, and when he saw me watching, his hand grasped my chin, holding my face in place.
“Again,” he growled fiercely. “Come again.”
I didn’t think I’d be able to come like that again – ever.
Moaning, I shifted under him. His thrusts were so powerful, I could feel him all the way to the core of me. I wanted more. I wanted to curl my body around his, wanted to wrap my arms around him and lose myself in him. Then his mouth slammed down on mine, his lips hard and demanding. When his tongue slid into my mouth, I bit him and he growled. And he didn’t stop. His tongue tangled and stroked against mine, a sinuous, teasing dance that I thought would drive me insane.
“Please,” I whispered when he tore his mouth away. “Please.”
There was no response, just the endless driving thrusts that still weren’t enough. My body was too full of everything, nerves firing too fast and hard for my body and brain to be able to process.
When he pulled away, I swore. If my hands had been free, I would've grabbed him, held him to me. Since they weren't, I had to settle for glaring at him and calling him a few choice names.
But he was too busy tearing at the ropes that held me down to even respond.
They were made of nylon, he’d told me and they must have been specially designed for this. In a moment, I was free, but before I could sit up and grab him, he flipped me over. Now, on my hands and knees, I sucked in one breath and tried to brace myself because I knew what was coming.
He drove into me, harder and deeper than ever before. A moment later, his hand came down on my ass in a stinging blow and I cried out. He did it again and I could feel the orgasm building up inside me. It was too much. I needed to come.
Ash fisted a hand in my hair and yanked, pulling me upward so that my back arched at an impossible angle. “Tell me what you want,” he snarled the words into my ear, a command I couldn’t deny.
“I want to come. Damn you! Make me come.”
“Bossy, bossy.” He closed one hand around my wrist and guided my hand between my thighs. “You want to come, then do it.”
I was shaking as I started to stroke my clit. And then my eyes caught the movement of our reflection in the mirror. Fuck. I'd never watched myself with someone before and it took my breath away. A stunning display of him taking me, his eyes on my hand as he waited for me to do what he’d said.
I let my head fall back agai
nst his chest as he rolled his hips and surged up inside me once more. My back arched, pushing my breasts forward. His gaze moved there and it was like he’d touched me, my nipples tightening, hardening.
Slowly, I slid my hand up, circled one nipple. His next thrust was harder, lifting me off the bed. I cried out again and shifted my hand to my other breast, cupping it in my palm and staring into his eyes as I pinched my nipple.
Ash snarled.
I felt the balance of power between us shifting.
I smiled at him as I dragged my hand down my torso and let my fingers brush against the curls between my thighs. In the mirror, I could see him, the thickness of his penis as it speared into me. I groaned and pushed back against him as best as I could. Because he was so much taller than me, I had no leverage. Instinctively, I lifted my arm and curled my hand around his neck, using the strength of his body to grind myself against him.
“Toni...”
The guttural sound of his voice drew my gaze back to his eyes.
He was still staring at the hand that hovered between my thighs.
I hadn’t done much yet.
But now...
Slowly, I let my fingers brush against my clit. It was swollen, so engorged that one touch was almost torture. Whimpering, I did it again, the contact hesitant. I was so aroused, the line between pleasure and pain had all but disappeared and I didn’t know how much more I could take.
Ash swore and caught my wrist with one hand, pinning it to my belly. His other hand replaced mine and I wailed as he flicked his forefinger against my clit. It was a blunt, hard contact, and the sensitive, nerve-filled flesh felt like it would explode. Then he did it again, and again, each one drawing a scream from me.
His cock swelled inside me and he growled my name.
In the next breath, we were both coming. My vision started to gray around the edges and we swayed forward. At the last moment, Ash shifted and took us down so that we hit the bed on our sides. He curled up against my back and murmured my name again. His lips pressed against the base of my neck.
I tried not to think much of it.
I really, really tried.
But that sexy, sated sound had my heart clenching up into a hard little knot.
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