by Anya Summers
"Are you just going to watch, or are you going to join me?"
This woman and her damn gauntlet dares were going to get him into trouble. But at this precise moment, Jesse couldn't give a fuck. There was a gorgeous goddess of a woman enticing him into the water. In a single move, he hefted his black tank over his head, toeing his boots off, not caring where his shirt landed. His hands went to his leather pants, unbuttoning and then unzipping them, shoving them over his hips, his engorged cock springing forth from its prison.
And she watched all of it, damn near licking her lips, and making his balls pulse and his dick swell. Once he had stepped out of his leathers, he sauntered to the lip of the pool.
"I'll join you," he quipped, returning the dare quid pro quo.
"Only if you can catch me." Lucy transformed into a water sprite as she swam toward the opposite side of the pool.
Challenge accepted, minx. Game, set, and match. He dove into the water, darting after her smooth getaway. He glided through the water, his body setting up a rhythm as he pursued her around the pool. She was damn fast. Slippery as a fucking eel, too, as she wriggled her foot from his grasp.
She led him on a chase that lasted a good twenty minutes. There was a lot of squealing and laughter as the game ended. Jesse, king of racing, couldn't remember a race he had enjoyed more in recent memory. That brought him up short near where the game had begun.
Lucy took the opportunity to tackle him. The slick feel of her breasts smooshed against his chest as they toppled into the water. Their bodies tangled as they surfaced, breathing hard. They were frozen in that moment, sputtering, drawing air into their lungs and grinning like lunatics at one another. Then Lucy wrapped her long, muscular legs around his waist, put her hands on his face, and kissed him.
He felt every sweet inch of her body plastered to his as she all but devoured him. This was no gentle messing but a bid for dominance, and a heady tangle of tongues that stroked his lust to a fevered pitch. His arms locked around her and she fought his hold, angling her head and taking the kiss even deeper as she struggled to move his arms. When he wouldn't release her body, she retaliated like the Domme she was.
"Ow, fuck!" He swore as he released her. She'd bitten his lip. He tasted a tang of blood, the little minx. His lip felt bruised and swollen. Lucy didn't look the least bit sorry for hurting him as she climbed out of the pool and retrieved a towel from the stack nestled by an armoire.
"What the hell did you do that for?" Jesse accused, salving his lower lip with his tongue.
He almost whimpered as she wrapped the towel around her body and he lost sight of her killer breasts.
Lucy stated, her voice brooking no argument, "I need to be in control Jesse. I don't like to be caged in."
He climbed out after her. The water no longer held her enticing body and had lost all luster for him. "We're both Doms, Lucy; it was a bad idea on both of our parts."
So why did he feel like he had lost more? If it had been a bad idea, shouldn't he be relieved?
"Unless you could relent for a night; submit to me?" She posed the question, which, damn her, was another one of her dares. Never let it be said that he was the rational sort, or logically thought out the consequences.
Things had been progressing exactly where he had wanted them to go with her until he'd attempted to take control. It had been thrilling chasing her around the pool, and he suspected she'd been toying with him the entire time and that, if she'd wanted to, could have waylaid his catching her into dust. She'd likely let him catch her, which was rather humiliating for someone who lived to race. Jesse wrapped a towel around his still raging erection, making the black material tent. He sat on a lounge chair and leaned back, attempting to cool his ardor.
"Could you?" he asked, studying her, sensing the potent desire still fresh and heady.
"Probably not," she admitted, looking longingly at his crotch.
Her honest response, instead of deflating his lust, made it seem to grow by leaps and bounds under her caustic stare. She moved between the two loungers, lifting her purse from the other and he shot a hand out, stalling her forward progression to put distance between them.
"Doesn't mean I won't give it a try," he said. Hell, he'd summon the devil himself if it meant he got to feel more of her killer body against his and he could continue feeling this alive for the first time in months.
"Is that right?" She licked her lips and his stomach quivered under her hungry stare.
Purse still in her hand, towel wrapped around her, she changed her initial direction and straddled him. He cursed the confined feel of the towel about his hips as she leaned forward, concentrating her gaze on reading his reactions, just like any good Dom or Domme should do. When her mouth was an inch from his, her free hand cupped his balls through the towel fabric, and she captured his groan as she laid her lips over his.
Christ, the woman can kiss!
She massaged his balls through the towel, making his toes damn near curl as she kissed him. Without thinking, needing to feel her soft flesh beneath his hands, he slid her towel down, his hands trailed at her sides and then he cupped her ass, grinding his hips against her. She growled against his lips, breaking the kiss.
"Put your hands up here." Her hand left his balls as she positioned his hands up and slightly behind his head onto the top bar of the lounger.
Loving the feel of her body, not wanting her to stop whatever she had planned for him, Jesse suppressed his normal inclination to dominate and let her take the lead. He could chalk tonight up to research if it ended up not being his cup of tea. When she was satisfied with his hand position, she removed her towel entirely, thank the gods, and lifted her hips slightly to remove the obstruction his towel created.
He hissed under his breath at the skin on skin contact. Her thighs were positioned on either side of his, his dick bobbed and strained.
Then she leaned forward again and they were full on skin to glorious skin once more. Her tongued tangled and dueled with his in a possessive mingling. Jesse surrendered, letting himself go in her, sanctioning her movements as she drank his moans in like a fine wine. He returned her kiss with all the pent up frustrations of the last few months, joining in with all the fervor she demanded. Her hands caressed up his arms, he moaned at the feel of her delicate fingers moving against his skin. And then there was an audible click and the feel of metal snapping around his wrists.
He broke the kiss and roared as he discovered she had handcuffed him to the chair. He rattled the cuffs, breathing heavily.
She chuckled darkly at him.
"Let me out of these," he commanded, trying to deny the strange liquid sensation pooling in his groin at knowing he was completely under her control.
Instead of answering him she moved back into a kneeling position, grasped the length of his cock, and wrapped her mouth around the head. He groaned. Who the fuck cared about handcuffs when her mouth was sucking him off with an expertise that he felt throughout the length of his body? He rattled half-heartedly against the bonds, while his body shuddered and strained in utter pleasure at her mouth on him.
Her tongue knew just how to curl and stroke around the head as she hollowed her cheeks, accepting his full length inside her warm, wet heat. He felt his cock lengthen and swell under her attention as his dick stiffened further, enlarging under her expert mouth, then a cool metal ring was placed around the base of his cock. As it snapped into place, he yelped at the throbbing pain. He'd been near climax and the ring had effectively bottled his seed up, staving off his orgasm. Agony mingled with his pleasure.
"What the hell, Lucy?" he growled.
She sat back on her haunches, studying her handiwork. Her heavy breasts swayed, the golden-tipped nipples taut peaks, distracting him.
"Does it really hurt?" she asked, caressing his cock with her delicate fingers.
Now that he thought about it, no, the initial pinch had been replaced by burning fire, stoking his lust higher and, if possible, making his dick ext
end even more. "No, proceed."
She bit her lip. "Good. Your safeword is 'apple'. Got it? I'll go light on you, promise."
And then she bit, licked, scratched, and slapped his body. She started with his nipples, sucking each disk into her mouth until it stiffened and swelled, she bit each nub, then would pinch and flick the distended flesh. Each nibble and smack seared his soul, making his cock enlarge painfully within the strict confines of the cock ring. At one point, he wondered if the damn thing would castrate him. Then he lost the ability to do more than groan as she moved further south, running her fingers through the line of hair as it tapered down his waist, teasing him with caresses near his erection.
He wanted her sweet mouth on his cock again.
When Lucy moved off his lap, he bit back a whimper. She stood, sauntering to the back end of the lounger, adjusting the moveable backrest so that it was completely supine. Which meant he was lying on his back. It stretched his arms back and made him appear to be her offering.
His body hummed, his cock pulsed, and he was trembling like an unschooled youth about to experience his first woman. He'd never guessed how thrilling it could be to give up the control, to allow his partner to take the lead. It was a thoroughly intoxicating experience. Now he finally understood how every sub he'd ever been with must feel.
And then she straddled his thighs, working her way back down his body. A fine sheen of sweat coated his chest. Her long, fine boned hands caressed his sack. Testing the weight of his balls, rolling them, and then she twisted them just enough so that the line between pleasure and pain blurred. Lucy squeezed and then released them, setting a throbbing torrent of need pounding throughout his body.
When her hand grasped his shaft, he felt on the verge of exploding. She slapped his dick. Actually slapped it! Then she delivered a smattering of smacks to his cock, the pain of each strike churned and transmuted as his cock bulged near to bursting. He couldn't be responsible for an abbreviated performance tonight as she pushed his body toward a ledge of no return.
"You're not to come yet, understand?" she ordered, as if she knew his climax was nearing with all the grace of a runaway freight train.
"Yes." He gasped when she twisted his cock.
"Yes, what?" She squeezed his dick; pain sizzled up his spine, awakening every nerve ending in his body to thrum in time with her ministrations.
He gasped at the unbelievable pleasure cascading from her squeezing touch. "Yes, Mistress."
She moved up his body like a goddess rising. Her breasts, large enough to overflow his hand, swung enticingly. The dusky golden nipples just begged for a man's lips—for his lips.
When she was eye level with him, she said, "I want you to eat my pussy."
He groaned as she positioned herself with a leg on either side of his arms. This angle put her delectable bare pussy so that it hovered over his mouth. He inhaled her musky scent, growling as he spied moisture glistening along her plump labia lips. And then, with only his tongue, he swiped between her folds. In that position, he could watch her response to his caress.
He ran his tongue in teasing little flicks over her clitoris. Then circled the bud. He stroked around her folds, working the tiny bud until it became distended. Lucy rocked her hips, little mewling pants erupting from her lips. When he speared his tongue inside her channel, her body bowed back slightly at the sensation and he proceeded to fuck her with his tongue. Repeatedly he plunged his tongue inside her with a series of rapid thrusts, then he withdrew, flicked his tongue in lashing strikes against her clitoris, and then rammed his tongue inside her cunt. Her juices coated his mouth and drenched his chin. And all the while his dick thumped in time to his thrusts, wishing it were inside her instead of just his tongue.
At her strangled cry, the walls of her pussy quivered around his tongue as her climax hit her. As he had suspected, she was stunning when she came, with her head thrown back, cupping and pinching her breasts. His fingers actually ached to touch her firm mounds. And then she was moving off his face. Lucy fumbled in her purse and retrieved a foil packet. Ripping the package open with her teeth, her chest heaving, she rolled the condom over his length and he whimpered at her touch. Then she straddled his hips, lining her glorious pussy up with his cock.
In a single motion, Lucy thrust down, her slick folds enveloping his cock in warmth, and he howled at the sensation. Her greedy pussy clamped around his dick and he almost came right there. Torrents of need unleashed and battered his system. His cock throbbed and pulsed still caged in the cock ring, making his member, incredibly, harder. Lucy undulated her hips in a series of slow, languorous rolls.
"Mistress, faster please," he begged. He, Jesse Noble, a one-time King of the racetrack, and a Dom, had been brought to heel and was begging for release. Never in his life had he begged—for anything.
She bent forward, making her thrusts even smaller, torturing him with the slight thrusting of her hips, until her face hovered an inch from his. "Not yet, but soon. You are doing wonderfully."
Lucy kissed him, pouring herself into the kiss so that he was lost in her. Everything else eroded but the torturously slow grinding of her hips as she rode him and her mouth commanded his surrender. At some point during the kiss, his body said fuck it, and he felt any resistance he had to her mastering, to her being in charge of their lovemaking, melt under her deft and sure tongue plunging inside his mouth and the tight fist of her pussy compressing around his cock.
Her hands stroked up his arms, over his biceps and triceps, to the cuffs at his wrists. She released the spring lock on the cuffs, gripping his hands as she released his mouth.
"I want you to fuck me, hard and fast, and brutal from behind. Understand?"
At her words, his eyes damn near rolled back inside his head, and a ferociously carnal appetite unleashed within his form.
"Yes, Mistress." At this point he'd call her whatever she wanted him to, do whatever she asked of him, as long as he could fuck her like he'd wanted to all night, until neither of them could move from the force of their climax.
She shifted and he felt the keen loss of warmth from the tight glove of her pussy clasping his cock. He moved with her as she positioned herself on all fours, with her killer ass facing him on the lounge chair. He knelt behind her, grasped the length of his cock, and positioned the swollen head at the entrance of her juicy cunt.
"Now, sub," Lucy commanded.
And he delivered, pounding his length in hard strokes. His hands gripped her curvy hips, digging his fingers in as he rammed her tight sheath. She was keening and panting, reveling in the almost animalistic nature of their fucking. And make no mistake; he was fucking her like his life depended on it. The feel of her slick tissues quaking and clenching around his dick only made him increase his arduous tempo. With every forceful hammered lunge, stars exploded before his eyes.
The cock ring had turned his staff into this lightning rod of burning pleasure. He ached, felt his balls draw tighter, and his dick vibrated with every stroke. His climax stirred, constricting his balls, his cock enlarged further, and more than anything he wanted her to join him for what he knew was going to be one epic orgasm.
He kept thrusting at a punishing pace. Then her pussy clenched around his cock and she screamed her climax as it battered her system. A primal urge inside him trumpeted his female's release. He thrust, and the fluttering spasms of her orgasm spiraled his body into climax.
"Ahhh," Jesse roared, still pounding his dick in her snug pussy until every drop of his cum spurted inside the condom.
He leaned forward, resting his head against her back. He kissed the back of her neck as he pulled her in close. His hands finally got the chance to cup her stupendous tits, kneading them, and he marveled at the soft feel of the plump globes.
Lucy pushed back against him, turning her head, and he captured her lips in a drugging kiss. When he pulled back he noticed how loose he felt, how much better he was for the first time in forever. And it was all this armful of a minx's doin
g. He laid his forehead against hers as their breathing calmed and their bodies hovered in hazy afterglow.
"I must say, Mistress, you are quite skilled."
At his comment, a smile curved her luscious lips. "You're not too bad yourself." Her cornflower blue eyes shimmered like the waters off Tahiti.
At her signal, they disentangled their limbs from their kneeling position. This lounger, while comfortable, wasn't designed for two adults to recline together. At least, not in the position they were in. He reluctantly withdrew his cock and stood, wanting nothing more than to sink back into her warmth.
It didn't help his wayward musings that she knelt before him and released his penis from the cock ring. He hissed as the blood rushed back to his member. He was surprised he could walk, let alone consider wanting her again. On wobbly legs, he disposed of the condom. She handed him a towel as she wrapped one around herself, then collected her clothing and purse. Jesse did the same and then glanced at Lucy, who was studying him with an odd expression.
"What?" he asked, feeling rather self-conscious.
"How are your recuperative powers? Just wondering if I could entice you into round two in my room."
He was amazed he could stand and form thoughts at all after that experience. Yet his dick didn't seem to care as long as Lucy was in the vicinity—as he felt it harden at her words.
"I would say they are quite good."
She nodded with a slight grin on her face. "Follow me."
Her command made his blood swarm in heated anticipation. For another chance with her, he'd follow her into hell and back.
Chapter 5
Lucy woke, her body more rested and deep in the bone satisfied than it had been for quite some time. Multiple orgasms could do that to a person. Jesse lay sprawled on his back, his expansive chest bare, a swath of blanket draped over his lower extremities. He was one of the finest specimens she'd ever been with. Just the memory of his substantial cock inside her was enough to set up a series of clamping flutters in her core.