by Lucia Jordan
I don’t care, decided Megan. If this was her one chance with Heath Mayer, she’d take it. It might never get beyond the physical, and after everything he might tire of her and end it all unceremoniously. But it didn’t matter to her. She was all for the here and now, too. She had needs, some made known to her for the first time just days ago when he’d claimed her with such savage abandon within his office. The things he’d said and done had sent the adrenalin pumping from her heart to every inch of her. She’d felt so alive and she wanted to feel that way again. She wanted a taste of the new and exciting and without a doubt; Heath Mayer was the man to help her discover where it would take her…
*
She’d never seen him fully naked before.
It was their first evening in New York. They’d arrived earlier in the day and he’d checked them into the grandest hotel Megan had ever seen. She’d never been to the city before and felt happy to be sharing this unique experience with him.
Flying in the jet, arriving at the airport – stepping into their opulent suite…it would have been enough to overwhelm her but Megan was more thrilled by the prospect that Heath was by her side. They turned heads wherever they went and Megan knew that more than a few recognized him as the successful business tycoon. He seemed oblivious to all the attention, and had eyes only for Megan as he made sure she enjoyed every bit of the journey up to the moment they arrived in the hotel.
He suggested she took a leisurely day resting, sightseeing or doing some shopping while he went off for an important conference. Megan said a definite “no” to more shopping and decided she’d check out the nearby sights, grab some lunch before returning to the hotel to nap.
“I hate to leave you even for a moment,” he said deeply, cupping her face as he looked into her eyes. “If I had my way, we’ll be tangled inside that sinfully inviting California King bed. But I need to get to that conference. It’ll be for several hours. When I return, we can get ready to go out for dinner. And then later…”
His slow grin had spread over his face, lending him a rakish, sexy expression. Megan’s heart had skipped to her throat.
“Make sure you miss me, my pet,” was his gruff command as he stole a quick kiss from her lips before he was gone.
And now, many hours later, they had returned to their hotel room from dinner. Megan had dressed up in another one of her outrageously expensive designer frocks. They’d enjoyed some Italian cuisine and Megan would have enjoyed every morsel if she hadn’t been so nervous about later – when she would be spending the night with Heath.
Finally, the time had come. The door closed behind him and she turned on her heel so they were now face to face. He smiled to see the open expectation in her eyes.
Inside the suite, tension crackled. Megan knew what she wanted; she wanted his passion but she wasn’t sure yet what form it would take. So she stood there, waiting – silent.
He moved with lithe, masculine grace, closing the gap between them till they were mere inches apart. His hands lifted to stroke her hair, popping out the pins and letting the coppery curls tumble down her back. By the time he filled the silken locks in his hands and tugged her head back, there was fire waiting in his eyes for her.
With his free hand, he ran his knuckles down the side of her face. “Beautiful,” he said in a low, deep tone as his eyes scanned her face. Then he sent that hand feathering down her neck and over her bust, just skimming past the heavy swell as he added softly, “And sexy. Very sexy. You can turn a man into a beast. Lord knows I want to keep my most animal cravings in check since this will be our second time together. But…we’ll see. I did warn you, little pet, that it’s not going to be easy. Are you ready to handle me?”
Megan swallowed, conscious of the tightness in her scalp where his fingers gripped, making her neck snap back. She was also aware of the hand hovering just above her breast, which was sheathed beneath layers of dress and bra. Most importantly, she was well aware of the boiling desire that she’d had steaming within her core since their one time together.
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think I was ready,” she replied at last, her voice clear with just a hint of tremor.
His eyes raked over her face searchingly. “We’ll see,” he said in return, eyes narrowing. “What matters is that you know you can back out at any time. The safe words…we discussed them earlier during our flight, remember?”
Megan nodded, blushing furiously. They’d talked about a lot of things while they’d flown over earlier that day. They’d decided on words she could use when she’d had enough or when things got too much. Or words just to ask him to slow down. He’d promised that he’d keep it all totally consensual, and that whatever they tried would be not only sane, but safe. He would ensure that no matter how rough it got, he would never break her skin or draw blood.
“I’m not going to promise that it won’t hurt – because most of it will,” he’d told her quite calmly as they’d drunk champagne and eaten the meal prepared by the on flight gourmet personal chef. “But I’ll do my best to make sure you come to no harm. There’s a difference, Megan.”
“I know. I trust you,” she’d said in reply, surprised back then how much of that was really true. Before last week she’d only known about him, seen him from a distance. And yet, her she now was, about to give herself up to him in ways she’d never done to any man before. Her relationships in the past could be easily described as pretty straightforward, very vanilla.
Overall, her past lovers had been quite tame in bed; only venturing slightly from the norm and never getting rough with her in any way apart from perhaps going much too fast on occasion. Nothing to write home about really until Heath had opened the door just a crack for her to glimpse into the shadows beyond. But tonight, there would be much, much more to explore, experience, and express…
The first thing he did once she indicated that she remembered everything they’d discussed, was to tell her to get undressed. Slowly. One button at a time, peeling off each item till he got her to stop when she was left in just her black lacy bra and panties, garters, seamed tights and black high heels.
She’d never felt sexier than at that moment, in that beautiful suite with Heath’s eyes watching her every move and his expression darkened with lust. Her whole body felt even more exposed and vulnerable than if she’d been completely naked and not still dressed in her underwear, stockings and heels.
“Now come to me,” he said in that low, compelling voice she found so easy to obey. She walked up to where he stood and felt his hands lift to cup both sides of her head.
“Tonight, sweet pet, I make the rules. I’m in charge. Which means you are at my mercy. You do not touch me unless I give you permission – you do nothing without my express command. And you certainly can’t come until I say you can. If you do, there will be serious consequences.”
“I understand.” Megan could not believe how much she was on fire right then.
He smiled a little. “That’s a good girl. But you still have to learn how to address me. When I ask you a question, or when you wish to speak to me, you must use the word “Sir”. So far these are just simple instructions, easy to remember. Obey them; obey me. That’s the main rule, you will do everything and anything I tell you. No more, no less. Is that clear?”
“Yes Sir,” Megan replied without hesitation.
He nodded once in approval, and then instructed her to go to the top drawer of the dresser and retrieve what she’d find lying inside.
Curious, Megan did as she was bid. She turned to the left and made her way to the mirrored dressing table. Inside the top drawer was some kind of slim, long handled leather item with a flat tongue at the tip. She recognized it as a riding crop, and felt her heartbeat accelerate as she took a moment to imagine what he’d want to do to her with it.
She turned and made her way back to him. She placed it in his outstretched hand, before he waved it experimentally in the air, causing a whipping sound to echo in the room. Instead of fear,
Megan felt a fierce anticipation mixed with a determination to prove to herself how ready she was to step past her old restrictions.
“Go lie on the bed. On your back, arms over your head,” he said.
He could tell her to jump off the edge of a waterfall in that voice and Megan was sure she’d do it. Shivering unstoppably, she obeyed quickly.
It was as she waited patiently for his next move that he started to undress. She couldn’t help staring, unwilling to look away as he carefully took off his clothes.
She could hardly breathe as she got to see him fully naked for the first time. With brisk, economical movements, he rid himself of his evening dress pants, jacket and silk shirt that he hung up neatly. But then he was carelessly toeing off his gleaming black designer shoes and finally, tossing his socks in the same direction.
By the time he’d rid himself of his black boxer briefs, Megan felt the heat of arousal sear through her body at the sight of him. He had a spectacular body, each outline detailed to loving perfection. He wasn’t heavily muscular, and yet his shoulders were broad, his chest equally expansive and his abs powerfully ridged and trim. His hips were lean, gorgeously so, and from his thighs downwards he was darkly hairy, as were his large, bronzed arms. There was no trace of fat anywhere; just a breath-taking image of health and virility, all the more showcased by his long, thick cock. It bobbed beautifully in her direction and it was all she could do not to simply lunge for it, shove him down on his back and spear herself upon that impressively erect stem.
His smile was pleased as he saw the expression on her face, apparently aware of how wonderful she thought his body was. Megan didn’t bother to hide it. Every part of her reacted to the sight of his nude body, in a way no other man’s had ever made her do. She tautened, she sizzled, she dripped. If she’d wanted him before, she absolutely yearned for him now.
He joined her on the bed, and once his long, lithe body covered hers, she let out a deep, ragged sigh. He supported his weight off her and took hold of her hands on either side of her head as he seized her lips in a kiss.
Being kissed by Heath…there was no way to describe it. He brought a river of sweetness and poured it into her mouth, making her sink into his warm, wet bliss. She strained her head off the pillow to merge her lips more closely to his, feeling him draw her wrists high above her head while his legs settled between hers. She gasped when she felt the hot, throbbing length of his cock against her belly. How long, she wondered, before she would feel the completeness of his passion once again? When he would fill her to the brim and cause her very core to jolt with each plunge of his meaty pole? A whimper of want passed her mouth and fell into his.
Now that she was even more drenched and desperate than ever, he pulled away and then reached in the bedside drawer. He retrieved a long, thick length of black satin ribbon quickly and expertly tying it around her wrists, binding them together before attaching the end to one of the center posts of the headboard.
Realizing that her hands were now completely trapped and stretched tight above her head, Megan saw herself dangling more precipitously off the ledge of her arousal. Was it possible to soak up her panties much further? She didn’t think she had any more juices to drip. She virtually pooled between her legs.
Now he lay on his side right next to her, propping his hand beneath his head as he skimmed her body with his other hand. His fingers trailed over her neck, her breasts still in their bra, her concave belly, and then her satin—covered pussy mound. She felt his hand finally settle on her right thigh, his touch warm and heavy on her sensitive flesh.
“I want to punish this beautiful, soft and sexy body…first with pleasure – and then with pain – ‘til you can’t even tell the difference.”
Megan turned to look at him, mesmerized by the sound of his voice and now, by the gleam of burning ice in his grey eyes. Once again, he moved to cover her body with his, bracing himself up on his elbows as he placed his lips inner the curve of her collarbone. He inhaled deeply, making her shiver as she reveled in his closeness even though she could not touch him. She tried not to squirm as his mouth parted over her neck and he sucked moistly, a low growl of pleasure rumbling in his throat.
Megan felt the pleasure in her bones; felt the thrill of having his mouth on her, his tongue lapping at her skin. He moved downwards, his fingers edging away the cup of her bra and causing one nipple to pop out. Megan followed his every motion with her eyes. She forgot how to breathe as his tongue raked over her nipple, bringing it to hardness in a second. He whipped the tip of his tongue back and forth on the sensitive nub till she purred, arching her back. His other hand slipped over the other breast, dipping beneath to seize the firm, bouncy mound. His fingers found the nipple easily and he twisted on it with erotic caresses while his mouth closed over the tender twin.
Megan heard the soft, long moans spilling from her lips. Heath sucked hard on her thick, erect nipple, tugging on it hard as if to pull it off its connecting breast tissue. Her soft moans turned to loud groans and she began to breathe faster and faster. She loved the attention he paid to her breasts, making love to one and then the other, driving her off the edge of arousal into a wild mode of lust.
She couldn’t help but strain against her silk bonds, too soft to cut into her circulation or chafe her skin, and yet strong enough to keep her bound no matter how much she writhed beneath her teasing lover. When he stopped playing with her breasts, she couldn’t help a whimper of protest. But then his head was travelling lower, reaching for the hem of her high cut panties.
He drew them slowly, slowly down her hips, exposing the glistening, smoothly bald mound beneath. She could have sworn he drew in a harsh breath as he looked down at her naked pussy, the folds tightly furled beneath the feminine hood. Her eyes were fastened to his face which darkened with the heat of his desire.
“Divine,” was all he said, husky and deep. Megan felt glad now that she’d gone along with his wishes for a full wax. They’d taken off everything, even between her ass and the sensitive spot just beneath her slit. Not a scrap of hair to be seen and the moment she felt the pad of his fingers glide over her, she realized the true benefits.
“Oh, God,” she let out on a moan, dazed by the sensation of having him touch her there, right on her pussy. He stroked on the petals of her sex in circular motions, watching as her wetness increased to slippery proportions. Megan bit hard on her bottom lip to keep from keening with pleasure.
“Ssh, pet,” he said, sending her a flashing look of warning, and she swallowed the upcoming moan. “This is a hotel, remember. The suite is large enough and undoubtedly has thick walls…but I’d like you to take a hold of yourself, little girl. I haven’t yet given you enough to raise a ruckus over. But soon, I will…”
Chapter Three
The memory of the rest of the night would be scorched into her memory.
Heath, peeling off her panties and spreading her legs wide so he could have better access to her pussy. Parting her folds with his fingers and tapping from the wine within with the tip of his tongue. Fucking her with that tongue and then lapping all around her outer lips till she was just a shivering mass of ecstasy. Finally, dipping his fingers two at a time: palm up, with his thumb, index and pinkie finger propped outside while he shafted her with the middle two…
Heath, doubling the sensations by working her pussy over with his tongue while his fingers jabbed like a piston in and out of her shuddering walls. Making her belly and the surrounding flesh of her thighs joggle with the force of his finger-thrusts. Her back arched forward off the bed, and she pulled even harder on her restraints. How she kept from screaming out loud was beyond her. She’d never felt such a heavy mass of pleasure bearing down on her, threatening to pulverize her.
He hadn’t even been at this for to two minutes before she felt him crook into her g-spot and trigger the waves of her orgasm. It spread out sonically and she grimaced in pleasure and agony as she fought to hold it back.
“Oh no!” she cried, p
anic settling in her belly which in turn tightened with the impending release. “Please, Sir – I can’t hold back! I’m…”
She came.
Her whole body bucked till she felt like her very spine would snap. An animal sound ground from her throat as she convulsed, over and over, lost in her climax for the uncountable moments it lasted.
A blush crept up her neck when she finally got back to herself, blinking past the spinning lights in her head to focus on Heath’s handsome, expressionless face. His body was arched above hers as she strove to stop jerking, a few more reflexive twitches spasming her lower body.
Rendered boneless by her unexpected, powerfully surging orgasm, she found herself unable to speak as she gazed up at her lover who was shaking his head at her.
“I warned you not to cum without my permission,” he said, adding with calm finality, “You need to be taught more discipline, my pet. You’ve now given me a very good reason to use that riding crop. Your punishment will be well suited to the crime. Ankles together!”
The sharp command had her quickening to respond, even as she forced the haze of replete bliss from her senses. The first climax had been amazing, leaving her feeling even hungrier for more, for something more solid and total.
Megan would get more than she bargained for.
She was barely conscious of him rolling off the bed and taking up the riding crop. He returned stand at the edge of the bed. Now her legs were close together, he gripped both her ankles and pulled them as far down the mattress as possible, which stretched her arms to their limit and made her wince.
Next, he held her legs up high by her closed ankles, her ass raised slightly from the bed and exposed to his gaze, her pussy flesh peeking in between. It was in this vulnerable, humbling position that he began to whip her with the crop.
At first, it was like just a light touch of leather on the soft flesh of her ass and upper thighs which were assailable to him. He spread the slaps all over her upraised bottom, making her gasp each time the tongue of the riding crop landed.