by Tawny Taylor
Lifting one hand from her ass, he pushed her dress aside to expose her other breast, and took great care to give it as much attention as the first one received.
Her pleas continued, her voice rising until he knew he had to stop. He knew his limits, and he sensed she was nearing hers as well.
When he ceased, instead of drawing her to him in a warm hug, she pulled back, and looked at him, clearly confused.
“What’s wrong?”
He sighed. It was never easy to explain these things to a woman. He hoped she’d understand.
Chapter Four
She was so close to orgasm she could practically taste it. He had to know what he was doing to her. What man stops things midway and then makes excuses? It made no sense. She was perfectly willing to go all the way.
She studied his flushed face for a clue but found none. So she waited.
“This probably sounds weird, but I think we should wait.”
Was Andre a male? She’d never known one who turned down sex. “Why?” Suddenly uncomfortable, she scrambled to her feet, adjusted the top of her dress to hide her breasts and pulled down her skirt.
He watched her with a pained expression, convincing her he was as ready for sex as she was. So why stop? “Because it’s too soon.”
“Too soon for what? We both want to. Don’t we?”
“Oh, yes.” He nodded boyishly.
“You are certainly no virgin.”
“No.” He pulled her chair closer and motioned for her to sit.
She sat. “Neither am I.”
“Glad to hear it.”
He combed his fingers through his hair and she stifled a sigh. The man had amazing arms. An amazing body. She was dying to see what hid behind his snug short-sleeved shirt and trousers. But would he ever let her?
“I want to be honest about this. Forthright. We don’t need to play games, do we?”
“Actually, dating and sex are both games, aren’t they? Games of seduction. The chase is half the fun.” She gazed into his eyes, hoping to find the truth. A notion struck her swiftly and without mercy. She glanced down. I’m making this too easy for him! “Ah. I see. So, are you one of those guys who get bored if it’s too easy to get the girl?”
“No. But I’m a guy who likes to savor every moment, from the first time you look in each other’s eyes…” He leaned forward and his heated gaze captured hers, making her breathless and squirmy. “…to climax. Why rush things? We have all the time in the world.”
She fought to speak. Her tongue felt thick and clumsy. “Um…I guess it’s that impatience thing again.”
He smiled and her pussy tingled. “Oh, yes. We’ll be exercising that little limitation of yours. I enjoy taking advantage of a woman’s weaknesses, am not above using them for my own benefit.”
“You jerk!” She reached out to give him a playful slap, but he caught her wrist and held it firmly, mid-strike.
He squeezed slightly and his expression grew intense, hot, pussy-melting. “You’ll be grateful. I guarantee it.” With a slow nod, he released her hand. “Domination and submission are about more than spreaders and cat-o’-nine-tails. At its best, it’s a powerful tool that can help a relationship strengthen on all levels.”
She reflexively rubbed her wrist to return blood flow to her hand. “I don’t follow.”
“What are the most important elements of a relationship to you?”
Beautiful eyes. Look at that face! He’s so hot. So intense. Oh, what did he say? Unable to concentrate when staring at his face, she dropped her gaze to her hands.
“What is important in a relationship,” he repeated as if he’d read her mind.
“Um…trust, for one.”
“Yes. And blindly putting your body in a man’s hands, and allowing him to serve your every need, to push you to explore aspects of yourself you’ve never dared delve into. To open yourself up to another human being like you’ve never done before. Those all build a very intense relationship where trust is absolute. Wouldn’t you like to know without a doubt how your man feels? How he thinks? What he needs? Wouldn’t you enjoy being in a relationship where you’re free to tell him your deepest desires and fears? Where you’re free to explore and experiment however you like?”
“Yes.” She looked up into his eyes. “I would.”
“This is new to you. Trust me. We’ll take it one step at a time.”
She nodded, not sure exactly how she felt. “Okay. What’s next? Can I see your equipment? Your dungeon?”
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
“I’m, uh, curious. And nervous. Maybe if I saw it, I’d feel better. At least, then I’d know whether my imagination had run wild.”
“Okay. We can save the dessert for later.” Taking her hand in his, he stood and picked up the dish of ice cream. After covering the uneaten dessert and stowing it in the freezer, he led her across the kitchen to the basement stairs. “It’s down here. Just remember. We will only do what you’re ready for. One step at a time.”
She felt her palm sweating as it pressed against his, and her heart hammered against her ribs as she descended the stairs she’d trotted down zillions of times in the past. Now, they didn’t lead to her workout room and laundry facilities. Instead, they led to a strange new world, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to enter or not.
Trust. That was what it would test. How could she trust a man she’d spent such a short time with?
He paused at the foot of the stairs, at the door that had once led to her workout room. “Ready?”
“Yes. It’s just stuff. Nothing to be scared of.”
He smiled warmly and pushed open the door, and she pulled her gaze away from his handsome face to scan the room beyond.
The doorframe offered welcome support as she slowly took in the details of the room. “Wow. Those aren’t weight benches and stair climbers in there, that’s for sure.”
All but one wall were painted black. The fourth was mirrored as it had been when she’d lived in the house. And strange contraptions filled much of the space. One looked like some kind of swing, another, a large box resembled a dog crate, and still others that looked like various racks for medieval torture. The room wasn’t romantic—not in any sense—yet it stirred something deep inside. A slightly uncomfortable feeling that made her tingly and energized. Her pussy was dripping wet, both from Andre’s earlier kisses and her curiosity of what was to come next. She’d never felt so much anticipation mixed with reluctance. It was a crazy brew that made her all jittery inside. “When do we start?”
“We already have. It’s a process, Britt. Not an event.”
Her gaze fixed on the swing, she nodded. “That one looks interesting. How do you get into that contraption?”
Her hand in his, he led her closer, then reached for one of two bands overhead, secured at opposite ends of a metal bar suspended from the ceiling. He fastened it around her wrist. “First we secure your arms like this.” He buckled the second one around her other wrist, and she shuddered. The simple loss of control was already making her hot.
Andre stood in front of her, his hands sliding down her arms then skimming her sides. His thumbs tickled the sensitive flesh of her breasts. “Then you sit back.” He dropped one hand, reaching behind her as he eased her back with the other one. Something bumped her spine. “This part rests at the small of your back and the other slides under your ass.” He helped her into position then smiled. “Your thighs go into the stirrups.”
Stirrups? White heat shot through her body as he first lifted one leg and secured it and then did the same to the other. His gaze dropped to her pussy, which was barely covered by the slim strap of her thong. Her breathing came in short gasps as her heart raced.
“Comfortable?” he asked. One hand gripped her ankle and the other traced a line from foot to knee.
She gasped. Her pussy flamed. Not at all! Hot, bothered, and miserably horny is more like it. Her blood heated to boiling and goose bumps followed in the wake o
f his touch. “Yes…”
His exploring fingers wandered higher, over the band of leather holding her thigh until it tickled the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “How do you feel?”
So hot I could melt! She drew in a deep breath, catching a hint of an unfamiliar musky odor. “Uh, really good.”
“Oh, you can do better than that.” His fingers drew lazy circles on her inner thigh, each time venturing closer to her pussy. “How do you feel? What are you thinking?”
“Think? I can’t think. Not when you’re doing that.” She tipped her head and motioned toward his hand.
He chuckled. “Do you want me to stop?”
Don’t you dare! “Hell, no!”
He chuckled, his grin wicked. “What if I do this?” His fingertip traced the line of her thong.
I wouldn’t complain. Her eyelids dropped closed and her whole body stiffened. “Oh, God.”
He continued to stroke her pussy through the thin material. “How do you feel now?”
Was he a closet shrink? What was with all the questions about feelings? I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to think. I just want to fuck. “I…oh…” She couldn’t speak. Her thigh muscles became rigid, pulling her legs further apart as she opened herself to his touch. “More.”
“Hmm… Seems to me you’re in no position to make demands,” he teased. “I asked you a question. I expect an answer. How do you feel?”
Like stuffing a gag in your mouth, ripping your clothes off, and fucking you until you’re as brain-dead as I am. “I can’t.”
“I can stop.” He pulled his hand away.
“No!” She struggled with the bindings at her wrists. “Oh, please, don’t stop.”
“Answer my question, Britt,” he demanded returning to caressing her pussy with long, slow strokes. “How do you feel?”
“Like I’m going to combust.”
“What about up here?” He tapped her chest. “What do you feel in here?”
“A little tight. Could be cardiac arrhythmia, maybe.”
He chuckled. “That’s not what I meant. What do you feel in your heart and soul?”
So deep! It’s impossible to meditate with my legs spread wide and his hand on my pussy. “Er…elation?”
“Is that a question or an answer?” One finger slipped inside her thong and teased her slick lips.
“Oh, God! How do you expect me to carry on a conversation like this?” She struggled to tip her hips up and take his finger deeper inside but she couldn’t. The scent of her own arousal filled the air and her lips dried. She licked them.
“You must try. I want to know everything. What you’re thinking, feeling, seeing, hearing, smelling.”
“That I can handle. I see a sexy man driving me to the brink of insanity.”
He chuckled again. “Well, that’s a start. Tell me more.”
Glad to see I’m amusing you. “I smell my own pussy’s wetness.”
“Heavenly, isn’t it? I’m getting hot from your scent alone.”
Then fuck me. She shuddered and her insides clenched tight.
“What else? What do you hear?”
“Your finger sliding in my juices and your sexy voice.”
“This sound?” He moved his finger more vigorously, producing more of the erotic, soft sounds. “It’s so sexy, makes me so hard I want to drive my cock deep inside you.”
“Please do so. I wouldn’t object.”
“Nope. Not yet. Remember, I’m the one in control here. I demand. You do.”
She groaned as he hooked his finger to stroke the sensitized walls of her vagina. “You’re killing me here.”
“You’ll live. I promise.” He pushed his finger deeper inside and she screamed in delight.
“Oh, yes!” Her hands gripped the cool steel bar above her head as she tried to leverage herself and push her pussy against his hand. It didn’t work. She had no control over the depth of his penetration. She nearly wept in frustration, then consciously tightened her vaginal walls around his finger.
“That’s it, love. Oh, yes, so tight.” Andre pulled his finger out, then pushed two inside. “This is all you’ll get today. But you will come for me to show your gratitude.”
She was so close. Every muscle inside pulled into a cramped ball. Wave after wave of heat rushed through her body, but she couldn’t release. Something was stopping her.
“Come for me, Britt.”
“Believe me, I want to.”
“Come.” He plunged his fingers in and out in a slow, seductive rhythm.
The threshold seemed just beyond reach. She pulled deeper inside herself and tried, imagining his cock driving into her. But her imagination wasn’t enough to push her over the edge. “I can’t.”
“You will.” With his second hand he stroked her clit, drawing slow circles, round and round in time with the fingers thrusting in and out.
She felt herself losing control, felt her breathing speed up, her legs quivering, her stomach tightening. “Yes! Oh, yes.”
“Are you coming?”
“Almost.”
“Tell me.” The pace of his plunges sped up and he increased the speed of his strokes over her clit as well. Each touch drew her closer. Each time his fingers filled her pussy, she flamed hotter. Each time she drew in a breath, she grew dizzier with need.
And then she felt the flush of impending climax, and she sighed, relieved, giddy, as the climax took over and her body spasmed, sweeping her away into a cloud of energy and light and pleasure. Each heartbeat pounded in her ear as she came, counting out the beat of time for what seemed like an eternity. And then she sagged, every part of her body relaxing. “Oh.” Her eyelids lifted and she focused on Andre’s face.
He gave her a warm smile, lifted his hands to his nose, inhaled and drew each finger into his mouth, sucking them like a lollipop. “Delicious.”
Her face flamed.
“That’s enough for one day.” He unstrapped her thighs and helped her find her footing before releasing her wrists. “Did you enjoy?”
She stumbled slightly, catching her balance by gripping his upper arms. “Wasn’t it obvious?”
“Anyone can come. An orgasm is rarely disappointing, but I want to know if you enjoyed it all—the swing, the shackles.”
“It was very erotic. Yes, I liked it. A lot.”
“Good! Just wait ‘til you see what I have in store for you next time.” He drew her into an embrace and touched his mouth to hers, and she tasted herself on his lips. “Next time, you’ll show me exactly how much you appreciated it. Understand?”
She licked her lips and clung to him, relishing the feel of his hard planes as they pressed against her soft curves. His erection was a rigid bulge under his pants, pressing seductively against her lower stomach. “I will. I promise.”
“Good. I can’t wait. Tomorrow, then.” He kissed her softly, his moist lips sliding over hers. And then he released her and she staggered, unsteady, dizzy and exhausted. He gripped her waist and held her until she was firmly on both feet and her wobbly legs were able to support her weight.
“Tomorrow?”
“Yep. I want to give you some time to prepare.”
Prepare for what? “Okay.”
“I’ll take you home now. Did you bring a purse or anything?” He followed behind her as she slowly ascended the stairs.
“Yes. I nearly forgot.” She went to the dining room for her purse.
He stopped in the kitchen and pulled a container out of the refrigerator. “And I want to make sure you take this. You might get hungry later.” He winked.
Her stomach growled in response, and she salivated. “Oh, yes. I’m starving now.”
Holding his hand, she walked out to the car, settled into her seat then, a smiling, giddy goof, she rode in silence, determined to be fully prepared for tomorrow—whatever that meant.
Maybe it was all a silly game, but she was hooked. Andre had already proven to be an attentive, masterful lover. And he hadn’t even ac
tually made love to her yet—in the purest sense of the word. She wanted to learn more, to overcome what reservations remained. To explore and grow and experiment.
And Andre was the perfect man to do that with. Perfectly handsome, gentle, sexy…and patient. The man had the self-control of a saint. But she was determined to find a way to shake that a bit. Next time, she wanted to see him as desperate for release as she was.
Chapter Five
A lengthy Internet field trip revealed some interesting pictures, but little else. She found lots of photographs of bondage gear. Spreaders and special toilets—yuck!—and ball gags, and leather straightjackets. All kinds of stuff. But nothing about the actual use of the items, or the dom-submissive lifestyle. How would she be prepared if she didn’t know what she was preparing for?
Finally, frustrated after hours of scouring the ‘net, she called Mary. Since her friend lived only a few blocks away, she was at Britt’s door within minutes.
“It’s about time you called me!” Mary burst into the room with her usual bluster. “What happened last night? Give me all the juicy details.”
“I’m not telling you anything. Come over here and help me.”
“You promised.” Mary plopped into the kitchen chair Britt had pulled up to the computer. “I can’t believe you’re holding out on me.”
“There isn’t much to tell.”
“Much. Ha! You expect me to believe that? You went on a date with an incredibly sexy man, wearing a leather dress—my leather dress, may I remind you?—not to mention he’s a confessed dom. Either you think I’m completely ignorant, or you’re hiding something.”
“I’m not hiding anything. I just like to keep things private.”
“Since when? You told me when you lost your virginity. I taught you how to perform oral sex on a guy. Remember that?”
“How could I forget?” Britt giggled, remembering the scene in Mary’s parents’ kitchen, Mary being caught by her obnoxious baby brother, Adam, as she was sucking and slurping on a carrot.
“Up until now, we’ve talked about everything.” Mary’s voice echoed the hurt and disappointment in her eyes. “We’ve been friends since kindergarten.”