by Lynn LaFleur
He kissed her mound, her navel, between her breasts, her lips. He stretched out on top of her, pressed his hard cock against her pussy. Abby was surprised to discover he still wore his trousers.
“Why aren’t you naked?”
Brett kissed her again. “Because I wanted to satisfy you first.”
He raised the mask and gently removed it. Although only candlelight lit the room, the sudden light after darkness made Abby blink. She looked into Brett’s blue eyes, saw the tenderness and caring. Her heart swelled with love.
He kissed her once more before he stood and picked up his jacket. He dug through a pocket until he found the key Raoul had given him earlier…the key to the “treasure chest”. He gripped it in his fist.
“What does that unlock?”
A wicked smile crossed his lips. “You’ll see.”
Excitement and desire coursed through her. Two intense orgasms and she still wanted more. Her gaze passed over his wide chest with the light sprinkling of blond hair and down to the large bulge in his trousers. It appeared he was definitely ready to give her more.
Brett scooped Abby up in his arms as if she weighed no more than a fluff of angel’s hair and headed toward the middle playroom. The door handle turned easily. He pushed the door open with his foot.
Abby did a double take when they crossed the threshold. Brett savored her reaction and her delighted expression. Raoul and his minions had done well. A huge four-poster bed occupied the center of the room. Gauzy sheers draped from one post to the other and covered the top like a canopy. Large pillar candles in brass holders blazed in every corner of the room, casting their golden glow over the bed.
The comforter had been pulled to the end of the bed, exposing dark silk sheets. Brett laid Abby in the middle of the bed and rested her head on a pillow. He lay with her, covering her body with his while he kissed her. She clutched at his shoulders, ran her hands down his spine to his buttocks. Brett groaned at the touch of her fingernails digging into his ass.
“Brett, please take off your pants.”
Her warm breath in his ear sent shivers through him. He’d purposely left his trousers on so he wouldn’t be tempted to ravish her. But watching her experience two orgasms, and with his hormones screaming at him to take her, Brett could wait no longer. After giving her one more heated kiss, he stood, raked his fly open and shucked his trousers, exposing bare skin.
Abby kept her eyes glued to his cock. “Had I known you’d gone commando, I’d have gotten in your pants an hour ago.”
Brett palmed his cock, slowly running his hand up and down the length while she watched. She rose to one elbow and licked her lips. “I’ve waited long enough, Brett. I want to taste you.” She crooked her finger, inviting him to come to her.
He shook his head. “If you touch me now, I’ll come all over your hand.”
A devilish gleam filled her eyes. “I’m told cum is good for the skin. Keeps your hands soft.”
“Maybe in round two, sweetness. Right now, I need to come inside you.”
With the key Raoul had given him, he opened a small wooden chest on a table near the bed. An array of sex toys and lubricants lined up neatly for his selection. He didn’t need any lube—yet—so he bypassed it and chose a foil-wrapped condom.
Abby took the package from him and tore it open. “Let me do that.”
Brett nibbled on her neck, then her shoulder while she slid the condom over his shaft. He inhaled a sharp breath and closed his eyes. He loved the way she caressed his cock and balls, taking more time than she needed to put the condom on him. Brett had no complaints about that. He’d wait an hour as long as he felt her hands, her soft fingertips, a dusting of playful touching. Breathe, he told himself. For both of them, he wanted to make this last.
Finally, with his control slipping, Brett lowered Abby to the bed, spread her legs and slid inside her in one long glide.
He moaned at the same time she did. Her channel was so tight, so wet, so hot. How long had it been since she’d been with a man?
“Oh baby, this feels good. So right.” He forced his eyes to stay open. He had to see what she was feeling. Words weren’t enough.
Her look didn’t disappoint.
“If I died this minute, I’d never forget how good you feel inside me.”
He slowed his strokes. He knew she needed time to build her desire again. He cradled one breast and thumbed her nipple in time with his thrusts, felt her heart pounding beneath his palm, heard her soft sighs while she moved with him.
He’d kept it up to the edge of insanity. Not a moment too soon, she clasped his ass and cried, “Faster, Brett. Move faster.”
Brett kissed her over and over while he pumped. Her breathing became irregular. She dug her fingernails into his buttocks and threw her head back.
“Brett! God!”
The walls of her pussy contracted around his cock. Brett tried to hold back his own release, but it would’ve been easier to hold back the high tide. He growled low in his throat as pleasure rushed through his body.
He’d dreamed of coming with her. His dream came true. He saw skyrockets, stars bursting, and rainbows forming with overflowing pots of gold. Abby was his gold. She was all he’d ever need to feel rich and satisfied.
“You okay, baby?” he managed after his pulse slowed and their breathing quieted.
“I’m fine,” she said. “No, don’t move. I want you to stay inside me.”
“I don’t want to smother you.”
They both shifted, enough that they had room to breathe and still keep his cock nestled inside her.
“Brett Kincade, you are absolutely an incredible lover.”
Her whispered words gave him the strength to lift his head. He smiled at the satisfied look on her face, and brushed strands of hair from her eyes. “I could say the same for you.”
She ran her hands up and down his spine. “It’s been a long time for me. I worried I wouldn’t be able to please you like the—“
“I don’t sleep around anymore, Abby. I’m not looking for quick sex. I’m looking for someone who’ll love me as much as I love her.”
She lightly caressed his lips with her fingertips. Brett nipped at them.
She was so beautiful. Her auburn hair fanned out around her head, light against the dark pillowcase. Her skin appeared golden in the candlelight. Her lips looked soft and swollen from his kisses.
But her honesty struck him even more. He planned to pursue that later, not now while those luscious lips beckoned him. He slid his mouth over hers, touched her lips with the tip of his tongue. Her low moan urged him to deepen the kiss. His body responded, his cock grew longer and thicker inside her.
She clutched at him when he started to pull away from her. “Where are you going?”
“We need a fresh condom.”
Raoul had placed a small covered box on the table next to the chest for exactly that purpose. Brett used one of the moist towelettes to cleanse himself and dropped it in the box with the used condom. He turned back to Abby. Once again his rod jerked at the sight of her shaved pussy. He’d just had a staggering orgasm, his first inside Abby but definitely not his last.
He caressed her wet slit with one thumb. “I think you need my tongue again.”
She fluttered her fingertip along his sheathed rod. “I think I need your cock again.”
He licked her leg from her knee to the top of her thigh. “How about tongue first, then cock?”
“Unless you can find a way to do both.”
He laughed even as he parted her folds with thumb and forefinger. Still smiling, he tickled her clit with the tip of his tongue. He licked up and down her labia, darted his tongue inside her…first her pussy, then her ass.
Abby’s breathing turned short and choppy again. She writhed on the bed, pumping her hips in time to the strokes of his tongue. Her breath caught when he pushed his tongue into her ass, yet she didn’t pull away from him. She lifted her hips higher. He saw she wanted more.
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br /> How great was that, he thought. More coming up.
“Roll over, Abby.”
Brett slid a pillow beneath her midriff. He parted her legs and admired the feminine beauty exposed to him. He couldn’t resist driving his tongue into her sweet ass again. Abby arched her back, opening herself more to him. His cock grew harder with each swipe of his tongue across her sensitive flesh.
“I want to play a little.” He pushed his thumb into her ass. “You okay with that?”
She whimpered and nodded. He rewarded her agreement with another long lick between her thighs.
Brett rolled to the edge of the bed. He knew Abby watched what he selected from the treasure chest. He held it up for her inspection. “Are you okay with this?” He thought she might object. Instead, she licked her lips.
He poured a generous amount of lube on his fingers and spread it over her anus. He dipped one slick finger inside. “Do you like this?”
“Oh yes.”
“Do you think you can take another finger?”
She answered by wiggling her butt.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” A second finger joined the first. Brett slowly pumped them in and out of her ass, getting her ready for what he planned next.
Abby pushed back against Brett’s fingers, driving them farther inside her. She propped up on one elbow, making room to flutter her fingertip against her clit.
Brett watched, fascinated at how gracefully she sought the most pleasurable position. “Don’t stop, sweetheart. I love watching you touch yourself.” He wobbled his fingers against the wall of her ass. “Keep touching yourself. I want to see how good our fingers can make it for you.”
Good was hardly the word—amazing, incomprehensible, unbelievable. She’d never allowed a man to touch her ass, and she’d certainly never touched herself in front of anyone. Now it all seemed so right, so natural.
“Oh Brett, I’ve never been so turned on.” Then she took a look over her shoulder and gasped. Brett’s cock seemed to have doubled in size. What would his cock feel like inside her ass? She swallowed hard.
While he massaged her ass with one hand, he palmed himself with the other. How outrageous, how feral, how divine!
She’d never dreamed how incredible anal play would feel. Sex had always been good for her, but she’d never been very adventurous. With Brett, she wanted to try everything.
“Popcorn!” she cried out.
“Popcorn? What are you—”
“Popcorn,” she cried again, still massaging her clit while she continued moving against his hand. Pleasure enveloped her, in and out, up and down. Any more and she might become delirious. “It was popcorn sauce on the fish.”
He slowed his hand. She groaned in protest.
“Didn’t I warn you what would happen if you deliberately gave the wrong answer?”
She rested her forehead on her balled fist and nodded her head.
“What did I say?” He drew one finger out of her ass.
“No, don’t stop.”
“What did I say?”
“If I did it on purpose, you’d…you’d…”
“Punish you?”
She nodded again. Chills and thrills warred with desire and anxiety. She remembered the other playroom. No, she wasn’t ready for that, but he’d said there were many ways to give pleasure.
He removed his other finger. She crossed her arms and rested her forehead on them, ready for what he would do next.
“I’ll give you one last chance to redeem yourself before I have to punish you. What was the sauce on the fish?”
God help me, she thought, and said in a voice almost muffled by her fist, “Popcorn!”
She kept her eyes shut. She heard his footsteps. He’d taken something else from the treasure chest, walked back to her side and took hold of her right wrist. Before she realized what he did, he snapped a fur-lined cuff around it and locked it into a notch at the head of the bed.
“One more time. What kind of sauce on the fish?”
She hesitated. He’d already taken her other wrist.
“Popcorn!”
And with that a whack cracked against her bare ass. Startled she flew up, but Brett placed a hand on her upper back, strong, urgent, yet yielding if necessary, to hold her in place while he locked the other cuffed wrist to another notch.
Her ass cheek stung in time to the thrumming in her pussy.
“What was in the sauce?”
“Popcorn!” she cried out again.
Brett continued to “interrogate” Abby until her cheeks were fiery to the touch. She wasn’t sure if she could take any more when he laid a hand on her flaming cheek. “Sweetheart, I think that’s enough for now.”
She nodded.
Gently, he unlatched the cuffs and removed them from her wrists. He tossed them back in the chest and took out a tube of lotion. “I’m going to massage your beautiful little behind with this, okay? It’s going to feel cool at first.”
Abby flinched when the cool salve touched her skin but she was soon purring. She rested her head on her forearms and closed her eyes. “Umm, that feels so good.”
He stopped and reached for the lubricant. “Are you game for more?”
“Absolutely!”
“Then I think I know something that will feel even better.”
“What?” She drawled the word.
“Relax, lie back and enjoy it.”
She jerked when a stream of lube flowed over her anus.
“You okay?” he asked, lightly nipping one buttock.
“I’m good.”
“Mmm, you certainly are.”
He nipped her other cheek. She heard plastic tear. Abby had seen the butt plug he’d taken from the chest. She tensed, anxious about something else she’d never done.
“I warmed this in my hand, but it might be cool.”
He pressed the plug against her anus. Abby clenched her fists.
“Relax, baby. I’ll stop whenever you want me to. I will not hurt you.”
She unclenched her fists and took a deep breath. He separated her cheeks and pushed the plug into her opening. A moment later he withdrew it, then pushed it back, a little deeper. He continued, in and out, in and out—each time pushing the plug deeper.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head. “I want more.”
He repeated the action until Abby felt the base of the plug against her.
“Damn, that’s pretty.” Brett’s voice sounded hoarse and uneven. “You look so sexy with a plug in your ass.”
He slid his arms under her middle and raised her butt in the air. Abby whimpered when he licked her pussy again. She leaned forward on her arms, giving him easier access to her clit. He took her almost to the point of another orgasm before he stopped.
“No, don’t stop.”
“I’m not. I’m going to make it better.”
A moment later, he thrust his cock into her channel. Abby clutched a pillow and squeezed her eyes shut. Brett held her hips tightly and began to pump. Each movement bumped the plug in her ass. The tension inside her climbed higher and higher. Abby threw back her head and howled when she peaked.
She fought to force air into her lungs. Behind her, Brett thrust a final time before he shuddered and collapsed on the bed.
Almost too limp to move, Brett somehow managed to dispose of the soiled condom and curl Abby into his arms. She pressed herself into the warmth of his chest. Exhausted and completely sated, she closed her eyes. If this was what it was like to die and go to heaven, she was ready.
“Brett,” she murmured.
“Um-hum,” he answered.
“You think I’d be in trouble if I showed up at the pearly gates wearing a butt plug?”
Chapter Eleven
“Abby?” She heard someone whisper her name. “The carriage is on its way. Time to rise and shine, sweetheart.”
Carriage? What was the voice talking about?
She dug in deeper. How she loved the feel o
f silk against her cheek…silk against her cheek! Her eyes sprang open and for a second, she had no idea where she was or with whom.
“I hated to wake you.” Brett sat on the edge of the bed, tying the lace on one of his shoes. “You had the sweetest smile on your lips.” He leaned over and brushed his against hers. “So kissable.”
Abby pulled the sheet high before she pushed up on her elbows. “I fell asleep?” Embarrassment sent of rush of heat to her cheeks. “I’m so sorry… I…”
Brett tousled her hair before sliding the sheet out of her hands and baring her breasts. “Don’t deny me one last look before we go.” This time, he bent lower and kissed each of her nipples. Involuntarily, they hardened, standing ready for what she hoped would follow.
“What time is it?”
“Almost twelve. I asked Raoul to send the coach at midnight.”
Wasn’t that how all fairy tales ended? Midnight and pumpkins. She wiggled her toes beneath the sheet. For the last four hours, Brett had made love to her in more ways than she dreamed possible. She’d stopped counting her orgasms at five. Was it possible she’d reached double digits?
He’d been such an unselfish lover, always putting her pleasure first. She’d been shy to share her fantasies, but he’d found ways to hint and cajole until he knew precisely what to do next. She didn’t need to say a word, their minds were that attuned.
And in between their lovemaking, they’d lain facing each other, fingers entwined, sharing things about themselves she’d never shared with anyone else.
She resisted when Brett tugged on her hand. “Come on, sweetheart. Time to get dressed.”
“Can’t we stay a little while longer?” Palms up and open, she swept her arms out and back. She wished she could gather what she saw and take it with her. “This place is magical.”
“It’s only magical when you’re with the right person.” He slipped his hands around hers and added a gentle squeeze. “You and I definitely make magic together.”
Brett was fully dressed except for his tie. He’d draped that under his collar and let the ends dangle on his pleated shirt front. A golden shadow covered his cheeks and chin. Even when he’s ninety, Abby thought, he’ll have skin as soft as a baby’s with only a dusting of a blond beard.