She paused to admire him, licking her lips at his strong body twisting and bucking, displaying him in a frenzied ecstasy. His beautiful ass was as urgently colored as his cock before an eruption. He danced under her hand readily, erasing her anxiety at initiating a rookie and filling her with pride.
She dragged the overheated air into her lungs, letting his musk and sweat fill her nostrils like the blood pounding through his veins from her touch. It was all she could do not to roll him on the floor and take him.
She took another ragged breath and dropped her hand on him again, fiercely claiming him. He jerked then thrust himself up, wordlessly pleading for another touch of her hand. She caressed him again and again, his bliss sinking into her while she focused on his sexual pleasure. Over an hour had passed since the first swat had fallen.
“Ma’am, please, more…ma’am,” he growled, making his desires quite clear.
Beth fetched her favorite Jay Marston flogger and let it fall through her fingers, as she considered where to strike first. It was heavier and broader than the last and would make the remaining blows fall stronger and firmer into Sean’s rapturous body. She didn’t think of it as Dennis’ gift, from when she first learned to dominate a man; it was simply her most familiar friend, come to help her take Sean as high as possible.
She ran the tails over Sean’s back and he sighed ecstatically, shifting himself to follow the new touch.
“Oh yes, ma’am. More, oh damn yes,” he sobbed. A current ran through her at the rapture in his voice.
The last ten blows were the strongest but Sean was delighted. He pushed his hips back for each blow and laughed ecstatically when they fell. His cock was rich with blood, still lifting eagerly against his belly.
Beth tossed the flogger aside when she finished, shaking slightly. She caressed and kissed his back, feeding on his excitement until she wanted to sink her fingers into his bones to join them. He was well-marked but not bloody; he certainly wouldn’t be able to sit down comfortably for a few days.
“Well done, ranger!” she praised him. “You mastered your ordeal like a veteran. The goddess is very pleased with you.”
Sean laughed and looked up at her, his eyes bright as an archer’s after winning the Olympics. “Thank you, ma’am, thank you!” he sang out. “Damn but I needed that!”
Beth chuckled softly, letting out the reins on her excitement.
“Lie down on the bed, ranger. On your back.”
Sean stood up jerkily, obviously fighting for self-control. He stretched himself across the silk, displaying himself in a silent demand to be taken.
“Shit,” he cursed softly as his weight pressed his sensitized back against the rough silk. He groaned again and let out a long slow breath. His cock shuddered under the black web. Heavy lids half-veiled the need burning in his eyes. His gaze lanced through her and shredded her self-control.
Experience meant nothing to her now, only the urgency to join him. But she had to play the game out and stay within his fantasy. She closed her eyes, building a priestess’ command to a warrior.
“You did well, ranger, and have earned a reward. You will be permitted to celebrate life in the goddess’ service.”
Beth lifted the dagger from the table and held it up, letting the candlelight light flames in it.
Sean froze immediately, eyes wide and staring at the blade. He slowly dragged in first one breath and then another. His eyes lifted to meet hers and his mouth curled in the hard smile of a warrior eager to enter the melée.
“Take me, ma’am,“ he growled. “Let my blood flow like the roses. I will celebrate life in any way you command.”
Beth inclined her head and glided towards the bed. She took a few minutes more to center herself until her hands were rock-steady. He watched her eyes throughout, full of the same clean-edged calm that had doubtless faced guns and missiles before.
“On your side, ranger, so your back faces me.”
Sean’s bound hands pushed hard against the soft bed and he arched into a roll, hips first. She caught him with her free hand and steadied him. She slid the dagger gently up his forearm until the tip caught under a ribbon. He stayed completely still as he waited for her, although she could feel his hammering pulse.
Beth eased the sharp edge further up his arm until the black velvet fell away soundlessly. He hissed at the returning sensation but didn’t move. She rubbed his wrists quietly until he relaxed, while still sneaking in some caresses to his beautiful backside. He jerked when the vibrator began to sing again against his inner pleasure points.
“On your back, ranger.”
He hissed briefly but quickly assumed another wanton posture, flaunting his assets and his eagerness. Beth’s mouth twitched.
She laid the dagger along the vein in his groin, where the slightest pressure could kill or emasculate him. His heavy eyelids sank down for a long minute but his breathing never faltered.
“I beg of you, ma’am,” he started, then stopped. “Please touch me with the knife.”
A predatory smile touched Beth’s lips. She slid the dagger up and teased a line of black velvet from his waist. His cock swelled harder against its black velvet web. She pressed harder and the ribbon ends fell back against him, one strand gone. He moaned and his cock jerked against its bonds.
Beth cut the remaining ribbons away from him with the same exquisite care she’d given the first strand. He watched every move, his eyelids drooping further while his cock grew larger. She cupped his balls, her thumb rising up his shaft and over the fat glans, watching his pre-come and sweat gild his cock. He moaned, his hips thrust restlessly and his tongue traced his lips. His eyes memorized every move of her hand.
Beth stepped back from the bed. He snarled but managed not to form a protest. His eyelids fell and then snapped up again, pleading with her.
She smiled, a very feminine promise of satisfaction. He shivered at the sight and his hands moved restlessly in the silk under him.
She slid the dress off her shoulder, letting the scarlet silk catch on her budded nipples. Her smile deepened when he hissed, his hips lifting as if to meet her. Her belly clenched as cream pooled between her thighs, ready to ease his way.
Then she slowly shimmied out of the dress, letting every wiggle reveal another taste of skin while pooling on another curve. His movements grew more and more restless, while his hands clenched and unclenched.
Finally, she wore only jade and golden chains to highlight her body’s flushed eagerness.
“Please,” he moaned, his eyes fixed on her and his body nearly frantic as it jerked restlessly. A continuous line of silver slid down his cock to brighten its black velvet ring.
Beth knelt beside him on the bed, taking one last taste of his beauty before allowing herself to lose control. She straddled his hips, keeping her cleft just beyond his cock. Then she stretched herself upon him and let consciousness of his body seep into every cell of her being. His chest fur pricked her nipples while his heartbeat echoed in her bones. He smelled richly masculine, as the scent of musk, sweat and aphrodisiacs wrapped her.
Beth nuzzled his shoulder, inhaling him further, then licked him, pulling his taste into her mouth and down her throat.
Sean growled at her possession of him, then he relaxed slowly and yielded himself to her. He shuddered at the pressure of her body against his erection.
“Ma’am, please, have mercy and fuck me,” he begged shamelessly. He twisted impatiently and yelped when a particularly forceful move scratched his backside.
Beth settled deeper against him, deliberately reminding him of the marks that she’d already left, and he gasped. Then the hard ridge between their bellies grew harder and hotter as his hips circled under her, insisting on finding the ultimate satisfaction.
Beth caressed him restlessly as her blood seemed to seek him out with every pulse. Her breasts were full and flushed, her nipples burning where his chest fur rubbed them. She sank her fingers into his shoulders and rubbed her hips against
him, as cream came forth in a match to the surging blood in her veins. Her foot kneaded his calf, desperately seeking the rough tickle of his hair.
“Ma’am, please! I want to give, I need to…”
Now. She needed him now.
She came up to her knees above him, letting his cock stand proudly free.
“Look at yourself, ranger. Your manhood is as naked as when it came from your mother’s womb.”
He moaned, his eyes seeking hers as his hips writhed.
“Now it will return to its rightful place inside a woman, cleansed by the proofs you have provided and tonight’s ordeal.” She wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed it hard. He arched off the bed in response.
“Fuck,” he groaned as more pre-come glided down the jutting length.
Beth smiled, a predator seeing the end game at last.
“I demand all of you, ranger! All your body, all your strength, now!” She rubbed the fat plum-shaped head through her folds until it gleamed.
“Fuck me,” he groaned again as his head tossed. “Fuck…”
Beth leisurely claimed him, fiercely watching his eyes as he saw more and more of his cock vanish into her.
“Fuck,” he mumbled, his eyes on stalks as he stared. “Oh shit…”
She wriggled her hips and sighed when his balls rested hard against her cleft. Her vagina was so full of his big horse cock that she felt barely able to contain their combined life force. She felt the fine tremors running through him from the vibrator deep in his ass. He rumbled his wordless encouragement.
She rose up again until he almost left her. She knelt tall and powerful above him, as his hips pushed off the bed in a quest to regain her.
“No, please!” he begged.
She caressed her breasts, rubbing and plucking at the tightly furled buds of her nipples. Then she swooped down on him and filled herself again.
“Yes, goddamnit, yes! Fuck me now!”
Beth groaned and slowed her thrusts, fighting to postpone her climax. He keened his hunger and grabbed the silk covers so tightly that his hands shone white. His cock traced circles inside her and she lost all sanity against his silent plea.
She moved faster and faster on him, seizing him ravenously. He matched her movements, hips pumping rapidly into her and his eyes shut. He yowled and hissed, snarled and grunted as he fought for more.
She twisted and danced above him, vitality filling her. Pulses built in her, starting deep and low, then pounding into her blood and bones. Her orgasm overwhelmed her and she abandoned herself to the flood, her senses tumbling into the light.
Sean’s head snapped back as he finally launched himself into his own climax. He screamed her name over and over as he pumped his life’s essence into her.
Chapter Ten
Sunday, Noon
Sean stared at himself in the big mirror over the sink. Another mirror in the opulent bathroom displayed his back, still marked by the night before. Bites and clawmarks showed clear against his skin, both in front and in back. Some of them were from Friday night when he’d joined the Mile High Club.
Red over his shoulders and lower asscheeks, with a few lines marking the flogger’s fall. The real wonder was that none of them had hurt at the time. Shit, he distinctly recalled begging for more.
Three interlocked ruby circles, at the base of his cock and between his balls, showed where the black velvet had held him. He remembered clearly how she’d cut the ribbons off, using the bandage scissors very carefully. He’d stayed very still, as she asked. But he’d been too sated and sleepy, from that thunderous climax when she rode him, to do more than twitch under the bright blades.
Scissors…hell, even that little dagger she used, seemed dammed unimportant now, after watching her come to the most spectacular climax he’d ever seen in his life. And she’d had it with him, nobody else.
He traced a particularly vivid scratch across his pecs and shivered. He’d enjoyed the creation of all those marks. He’d even bit Beth hard enough to mark her a couple of times. She’d pulled his head closer and moaned when he did. And he’d laughed as he bent down to her again.
What the hell did that say about him?
Mrs. Wolcott had left marks on his ass after their night together, that had hurt like the devil for the first day. He’d wanted to go back to her bed but it had been simple to catch the bus, leaving her behind. He always knew she had no place in his future life, no matter how many times she walked in his fantasies.
Did he want to play like that again, make love so fiercely that pleasure and pain blended together into ecstasy? Or was it just for this one time only, then remember in dreams later? How would Beth treat him now that she knew so much of him?
Sunday morning and he had less than a day remaining with her. The center of the curtains glowed with light where they didn’t quite close, providing just enough light to make the golden bedspread gleam. Beth slept soundly under it, her hair scattered across the pillow. A little snore escaped her.
Sean smiled at the sound. His dangerous lady wasn’t perfect and she was here with him now. This was real life and he’d best take what he could, while luck still favored him.
He slid silently into the big bed and tucked her up close, careful not to wake her. Her nose twitched at the contact with his hairy chest and he froze. He calmed when she wrapped an arm around his waist and buried her face in his shoulder. No woman had ever trusted him enough to sleep with him the way Beth did.
A very old knot, too deep inside to be named, loosened and fell away.
Sean lay quietly and watched Beth sleep against him. He tucked a lock of raven hair back behind her ear and pulled the covers higher around her. His beautiful lady needed her rest, no matter what he wanted. A night like that one would wear anyone out.
Beth mumbled something and shifted closer. Her hand gently stroked his back and he pushed against it. A purr grew in his chest as her hand slowly moved up and down his spine. She rubbed her face in the hair on his chest, then nuzzled him until she was delicately licking his nipple.
He choked but kissed her hair. His hands began to revisit her favorite spots. She stretched to suckle his other nipple and his hand pulled her head closer. He slid his leg between hers as she reached up to meet his mouth.
“My turn,” he murmured, tightening his fingers in her hair gently.
Beth looked up at him quizzically with her mouth still around his nipple. Then she released him gently and leaned her head against his shoulder. He tilted her head back and began to kiss her slowly. Their mouths played with each other like children exploring an ice cream cone.
Sean freed his mouth finally and began to gently work his way down her body. He cherished each bruise and mark with his mouth and hands, giving the softest massage to ease her aches.
Beth stretched her head back and abandoned herself to him, trembling when he kissed the bite marks on her thigh. She twisted against his hands as he lifted her hips to his mouth. She gripped his head to pull him closer and moaned when his tongue slipped inside. He savored the taste of her as she glided into her climax.
Beth stretched like a cat under him as he propped himself up on his elbows to look at her.
“Care to bring that marvelous mouth up here, lover?” she invited.
Sean smiled and slid to kiss her mouth. She returned his kiss with interest, one leg wrapping around his waist as she welcomed him. The kiss was deep and slow, like an opium poppy or his hips’ rhythm as he worked his way inside her. She was entirely open and willing, as her hands urged him on with soft strokes over his shoulders. Even his climax was strong and leisurely as he lost himself in her.
A hunter’s instinct stirred in the aftermath. She was still interested in him. It hadn’t been an act, just to seduce him into letting her play games with him. What did that offer for the future?
Beth lightly ran a fingertip down a vein in his forearm.
“You’re a wonderful lover, Sean,” she sighed.
Sean’s mouth twit
ched but he kissed her forehead.
“Maybe. Or maybe it’s because you’re such an inspiration.”
“Maybe we should just agree that each other is incredible,” Beth murmured and grinned up at him. Her stomach rumbled and she laughed openly. He joined in and hugged her, rolling across the bed.
“I ordered some breakfast for us, darling. It’s waiting in the living room. Would you like a shower first?”
Beth looked at Sean, clearly surprised that he was taking charge of the arrangements, and then relaxed. “Shower and breakfast would be very nice,” she agreed. “What did you order for breakfast?”
“Healthy stuff, mostly. Yogurt, granola, fruit. But there’s coffee and sweet breads too,” Sean confessed. Beth chuckled and patted his cheek.
“I understand. Seattle boys need their coffee in the morning,” she chuckled and sat up.
Sean relaxed slightly, pleased that she had accepted his decisions.
They showered together, playing in the water like children. First came little splashes as they tried to get each other wet enough to lather up, then greater bursts as they rinsed the soap off.
They managed to get the entire enormous shower stall wet until streams flowed down from the very top. The sight brought even more merry peals and Beth threw her head back, laughing like a toddler.
Sean settled his hands on her sides, rubbing her up and down as he joined in. Beth arched back against his grip, wriggling happily as the water bounced off her breasts and against Sean. She shimmied and chortled as she turned the shower into a fountain tumbling over him.
Sean laughed with her and shook himself like a dog, sending as much water back as he could. Drops fell from the tiled ceiling overhead, like a waterfall. One drop landed on his nose and he crossed his eyes at it.
Beth laughed so hard at the sight that she couldn’t stand and had to lean back against the wall.
Sean frowned at her, in pretended hauteur, and she laughed louder. He pressed forward in a mock scolding, only to freeze when a drop fell down his forehead and into the corner of his eye.
She gulped back laughter and he advanced again, letting his own mirth ring out. Beth reached up and smoothed away the water above his eyes. He kissed her, sharing his enjoyment through the intimate touch of their mouths.
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