“Time to get down and dirty, cowboy.” She spread her feet on the mattress and bent her knees slightly.
He let his gaze crawl over her. She was putting on a show he didn’t want to end. He wondered what the hell she was up to now. This woman was a constant surprise.
“Why don’t you put that music on you were talking about?”
Steve backed to the sound system in the corner and pushed a few buttons. Strains of Santana filled the room. Perfect and seductive.
“What a great song.” Clare smiled when Black Magic Woman began and started a come-hither dance on the bed. “C’mere.”
Steve took her outstretched hand. But he was growing more impatient with the play. He wanted to get down to business now and fuck her. Steve pulled her to him roughly and a surprised little “oh” popped out of her mouth. He smiled. It was better to keep her off-guard for a while. Just because he hadn’t had sex in ages didn’t mean he didn’t know how to be the master of his domain.
“Like it a little rough, do you?” he asked when she swung her arms around his neck.
“As a matter of fact I do. And…I like to be in control.”
Steve laughed, not surprised by that comment at all. “I gather that.”
“Then you better listen to me.”
He cocked an eyebrow at her. “We might have a little power struggle on our hands then.”
Clare smiled and disengaged herself, pulling him off-balance. She was strong for a petite thing and it surprised him. He let himself fall on the bed and looked up at her when she planted a foot on either side of his hips. Steve held her ankles and appreciated the magnificent view. He slid his hands up the black stockings and tugged at the scarlet tops, but didn’t pull them down. He loved how they looked on her and let his gaze wander over her firm, bare torso. Viewing the underside of her breasts was definitely a different vantage point.
“Why don’t you get your shorts off?” Steve massaged his fingers on the soft skin at the backs of her thighs above the stockings.
Clare closed her eyes and sucked in her lower lip. “That might not be such a bad idea.” She reached for the front closure, slowly undid the zipper and pushed the waist down, shimmying her hips a little. It was his turn to suck in a breath now. She had on the sexiest thong he’d ever seen. Sheer netting shadowed her lady parts and pewter accents glinted in the low lighting. But it was the dusky view of her cleft from this angle that set his cock rock-hard. She dropped the shorts and he lifted her legs one at a time to remove the garment. She stood, straddling him. Her mound rose behind the fabric and he could tell it was devoid of hair. His heart beat faster and he wanted to see her bare pussy.
Steve reached up and touched her through the fabric. His thumb found her entrance and his fingertips pressed at the top of her folds, seeking her clit. She arched her back and thrust against his hand. The more she swirled her hips on him the hornier he got. He pushed the fabric aside with his thumb and she groaned when he pressed into her. Her wet, dripping heat clamped on his thumb and he curled his fingers rhythmically until she sucked in a breath and held it. She was going to come again.
“Don’t you…dare…stop…” She hesitated when he pressed deep inside her, knowing he placed pressure on her clit.
Clare’s pussy walls quaked on him and he watched her thigh and belly muscles tense. Her nipples, regretfully out of his reach, rose up and she grasped her tits with her hands, pulling on them frantically, pumping her hips against his hand.
“I’m going to come!”
“No shit.” He smiled and enjoyed the view above him. There was nothing like watching a woman take pleasure in herself. Clare wasn’t shy and had a way about her that made it all that much more exciting.
Steve was near to bursting and ached to thrust his cock in this teasing and tantalizing woman. Seconds later she let out a keening cry and her body tensed in a shuddering orgasm. She soaked his hand with her juices and collapsed in a heap. He caught her on the way down and flipped her over onto her back while she still trembled. He grabbed for a condom on the bedside table and gave a grunt of frustration when he couldn’t find it. He needed release and plunging into her while she was in the afterglow, all tight and wet, was what he wanted. As much as he’d like to ride this little minx bareback, it wasn’t something he’d ever do. So he held off.
Slowly she calmed and curled herself into his side. He barely heard her speak, her face muffled next to his side. “Don’t worry, cowboy. Your turn will come and you won’t regret the wait.”
Steve put his arm around her and pulled her close. “I’m looking forward to it.” He had a hard time keeping his voice tempered, he was so fucking horny. He gripped his penis through his pants and squeezed, trying to take the edge off his need. It didn’t work very well.
“I’m thirsty.” She rolled onto her back. “Can you get me some water please?”
“More? What are you, a camel?” Steve’s frustration level peaked and his patience was wearing thin. Was he ever going to get laid tonight? “Ya, whatever.”
He got off the bed. When she snuggled down into the sheets he thought for sure she’d be out like a light. At least she’d given him a hand job earlier, but that hadn’t eased his need at all. He was dying here. Steve went down to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. Before heading back upstairs he turned on his cell and checked messages. John had left a couple.
“What the hell,” he muttered and tried to ignore his bulging cock. You’d think he took a little blue pill with this constant hard-on.
So did you fuck her yet?
What a nosy prick. Not yet.
Ah shit. What’s the problem?
No problem.
Come on, buddy, don’t blow it. Or is she blowing you? LOL.
Ya that’s it. Steve turned off the phone. He didn’t need John’s aggravation. He was doing just fine in that department without him.
He grabbed the bottle and stomped back up the stairs.
Chapter Four
The lights were completely out now. She must have fallen asleep. He pushed the bedroom door open and sucked in a breath. Candles were lit around the room and the bed was empty. He saw her in silhouette before the window. She had on some kind of getup, probably stashed at the bottom of her Mary Poppins suitcase. He didn’t think his dick could get any harder, but it did when he let his gaze wander over her. Ms. Tawnycat, as he knew her from her online dating profile, wore a peek-a-boo bra and her glorious big nipples poked through. She no longer had on the mesh thong from earlier, but a thong and garter set that matched the bra. His gaze traveled down her legs, now clad in fishnet stockings, which finished off with killer high stilettos. The paddle she held in one hand gently tapped the palm of her other.
Steve swallowed. He’d always had a thing for fishnets. But the paddle? That wasn’t something on his bucket list. Yet looking at her caress it made him reconsider. This was getting more bizarre by the minute and he was loving every new twist and turn she was taking him on.
“You’ve been a very good boy tonight and made Tawnycat a very happy pussy.”
He didn’t know what to say but he almost laughed out loud. She looked so serious and Steve thought it might ruin the moment. Best to keep silent and see what comes next.
“Now I want to make you happy.” She strutted toward him and he involuntarily stepped back. “Are you afraid? No need to be afraid of me.”
“No, I’m not afraid.” Steve waited for her.
She stood in front of him and gazed into his eyes. “I want to make you feel good and you know I can.” She touched the tip of her forefinger to his chest and wiggled it back and forth, making a trail down his belly to the waistband on his pants. “Don’t you?”
Steve held his breath. Holy fuck, he thought he was going to burst. He reached out to take her shoulders and that’s when she grabbed his dick and squeezed him gently. He nearly shot to the roof.
“Take off your pants.”
He did as he was told and threw them in the co
rner.
“Boxers too.” She tapped the paddle gently on his aching cock.
He whipped them off in no time. She dropped her gaze to his dick and then met his gaze. The look on her face and in her eyes was so fucking sexy he felt the building pressure of orgasm stir. Fuck! He couldn’t come like this. He grabbed his dick and squeezed. He wanted to fuck her, not stand here like a thirteen-year-old and come spontaneously.
“Let go.” She rapped the paddle on his knuckles.
He let go.
She reached for him and cradled his cock in the palm of her hand, sweeping her thumb over the tip, which sent a powerful shudder rumbling through his body.
“I thought you’d be asleep.” He grunted, making efforts to keep himself in check.
She shook her head. “No, just a catnap.” And she giggled as if it were a hilarious joke or something.
Clare bent over and caught him by complete surprise when her lips spread over the tip of his cock and she deep-throated hm. His legs nearly buckled. He ran his hands down her back to the curve of her waist and grabbed her ass for support.
“Ahhh.” He groaned with every stroke and flick of her tongue. Unable to stand much more of her sweet torture, he pulled his hips back until he popped out of her mouth.
She stood, one hand still gripping his cock and the other behind him. Did she still have that paddle—? A sharp burst of pain on his ass answered the question.
“Time for you to lie down, cowboy.” She gave him a little shove with her fingertips and he let himself fall onto the bed. His dick, ramrod straight, pointed at the ceiling. She reached for a bottle and squeezed lube into her palm She dropped it beside him and the chilled container struck him like ice. Clare rubbed her hands together and brushed them over his knees. Her slippery fingers stroked up his inner thigh and massaged his balls.
“Holy shit. You’re killing me.”
“Such a lovely big cock you have. The kind I like to ride.”
“That’s exactly where I want you.”
“All in good time.” She focused on his dick. “Mmm, don’t you just love this slippery stuff? It makes stroking your cock so easy and sweet.”
He looked down at her hands working expertly with his hard-on. “Ya baby, that’s it,” he grunted through his clenched lips.
Clare laughed and her slick fingers fondled him up and down, ending with a twist at his cock head. He bucked off the bed and she laughed. Steve moaned, no longer capable of words. She managed to rouse every nerve ending until he hummed, making him feel more alive than he ever had before. He reached for her and she sidled away.
“Come on. You can’t keep me hanging like this.”
“Yes I can and I will.” She picked up a black silky-looking rope with tassels at the end from her table of goodies and turned to him. “Have you ever been tied up?”
Steve shook his head. “No.”
“Do you want to be?”
He watched her slide the robe in her hands and could almost imagine it was his dick she was stroking. “Try anything once.”
“I’ll remember that, cowboy. Now, put your hands over your head.”
He raised them and let her tie his wrists to the headboard. Once they were secure, she traced a fiery trail along his inner arms, over his pecs and flicked his nipples. Unconsciously he pulled against the restraint.
She leaned over him and he watched her breasts sway in their own set of restraints. They taunted him and Steve lifted his head, trying to reach one, desperate to get a stiff nipple into his mouth.
“Here you go, cowboy, a little something you seem to want.” Clare lowered her breast to him and he tongued her nipple, bringing it between his lips and nibbled on it. She shuddered and moaned.
“Can I put a blindfold on you?”
Shit, what the hell else was she going to do to him?
“Why? I don’t know.”
“Come on, cowboy, be adventurous.” She covered his eyes with a black scarf. “You’ll see why it’s so great.”
“Don’t you think it’s time we—”
“We what?” Her voice was soft and low.
“We fuck,” he growled the words out.
“Oh such language. I like it when you talk dirty. Patience, big boy.” He could hear her move items around on the dresser. “Let me see…here we go.”
Then a rustle of packaging. It had to be a condom wrapper. It’s about time. He lay perfectly still in his dark world, afraid if he moved she’d change her mind. He’d been put off for way too long now and if he was able to hold his orgasm back for more than a few seconds it would be a miracle. Again, he felt like a virgin teenager. Steve steeled himself to hang on as long as he could.
The rustling sound stopped and a low buzz started.
“These are my favorite little toys.”
He knew what she had. Another vibrator. “Ya I know.”
She giggled. “That’s right. I think you like them too.”
The bed sank on one side a little where Clare sat. He relied on his other senses with his vision blocked. He didn’t know what to expect and couldn’t even anticipate her next move. She grasped his cock with one hand and held the vibe just under his balls, barely touching them. The vibrations from it hummed over his flesh, radiating a shock wave of pleasure right to the tips of his fingers and toes. It was unbelievable and not being able to see sharpened every touch and move she made.
Steve thrust his hips off the bed. Clare swept her tongue over his balls and pressed the end of the vibe closer to his ass. “Ahh.” Steve lost himself in sensation and when she sucked both balls into her mouth he realized he’d never experienced anything like it. Her palm squeezed the head of his cock, dampening the urge to come.
“Enough of the games.” He managed to croak the words.
“I’m not playing games, just making every effort to bring you pleasure.”
“Then get on and ride me.” He turned his head, listening to her and trying to pinpoint where she was.
“In a minute. I thought you wanted me to bring you pleasure.”
The buzzing stopped and so did her hands on his cock. “Wha—”
“Feel. I want you to just feel.”
Steve hesitated for a minute and relaxed on the bed. Trying to picture what she was doing. Never in a million years would he have guessed what came next. Clare was giving his balls a whole lot of attention with one hand while her slippery fingers slid down to his ass and pressed gently. Shit! She was heading somewhere he wasn’t prepared for. But he couldn’t stop her and lay immobile, his hands tied above his head and eyes blindfolded.
Steve knew he could pull free if he wanted, but he lay and waited. Waited to see what…
“Ready, cowboy?”
And she slipped something between the cheeks of his now-well-lubed ass at the same time she came down on his cock with her hot, wet mouth. Never, ever, had he felt such an amazing combination of sensations. Steve lost his sense of place in the dark, seductive world. It was all about feeling. Feeling her lips and tongue gobble him up like a popsicle and feeling her fingers work their way deeper between his ass cheeks was beyond fabulous.
Good God. The last thing he expected was to like this ass play. She pressed a little firmer, bringing a bit of pain and a whole lot of pleasure. He couldn’t—didn’t—want her stop.
Steve rolled with the feelings and let her do what she wanted. He barely heard her voice in his cocoon of darkness.
“I knew you’d like some butt play. Most guys do, but won’t admit it.”
She slowed her movements and the lurking orgasm retreated. He groaned in frustration. “Why’d you stop?”
“I can’t wear you out too much.” Her hands fell to his thighs and massaged gently, leaving his cock aching and near to bursting.
“I’ll bounce back.”
“I can’t take that chance, cowboy.” The bed shifted with her slight weight. “First there’s a little something I’d like you to do for me. But I have to untie you. Is that okay?”
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Damn straight it was okay. “Yes. Untie me.”
When his hands were free he didn’t waste any time ripping off the blindfold and flipping Clare onto her back.
“Wait a minute. You promised to do something for me and I bet you’ll like it too.”
“What?”
“Let me up, I have to get something.”
Steve let her wiggle out from under him. She reached over the side of the bed for the paddle.
“I want you to spank me.”
“Seriously?”
“Oh yes.” Her voice was breathy with excitement. “I’ve been a very bad girl and need to be punished.”
“I can agree with that.” She’d been keeping him on a knife edge of arousal all night and that was very bad indeed.
She pressed the paddle into his hand and leaned over his lap, trapping his cock between her belly and his thighs. He looked at the paddle and then at the smooth skin of her ass gleaming like alabaster in the candlelight. In that moment he realized the thought of spanking her excited him, probably as much as it did her. Who would have thought? He’d never spanked anyone before and he had some questions. But he wasn’t going to ask. Steve felt stupid he didn’t know more about this lifestyle and it wasn’t the time to be inquiring. Go with the flow.
He’d watched porn and seen how they handled things. He figured if he took a bit of that and mixed it with her reactions he’d be on the right track.
Not too hard at first. Start with a light tap.
Steve gripped the handle and brought it down on her rounded cheeks with a crack. He jumped just as much as she did. A pink bloom spread across her ass cheek. She moaned and wiggled on his lap.
“Harder.” Clare’s voice was thick with arousal, deep and throaty. Sexy as all hell.
This time he held the paddle higher and cracked it with a bit more force. She shuddered and let out a little squeak.
“How’s that? Did you like it better?”
“Y-yes…more.” Gone was the commanding tone she’d had earlier and in its place was a soft, hesitant submissive quality.
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