Tease Me (The Temptation Duet Book 2)

by Roxy Sloane

Hell no, I don’t want this to stop.

  “No,” I whisper. “I’ll keep the blindfold on.”

  He releases my wrist, stroking up my arm and across my back. I shiver, sparks flickering through my body as he slowly caresses down my spine.

  “And what’s your safeword?” he murmurs.

  “Peaches.” I blush.

  “That’s right, darling. Because I’ve been waiting to touch this peach of an ass.”

  He strokes over my bare ass cheek, squeezing and palming at the globe of flesh. I shudder. Damn, that feels good.

  He chuckles.

  “Darling, I haven’t even started yet. But you’re so ready, aren’t you? Tell me, are you wet?”

  I gulp, my cheeks flushing.

  “Yes,” I whisper, safe in the darkness.

  “Damn right you are.” His voice is a growl of possession. “I bet you touched yourself, waiting for me. I bet you rubbed that tight little clit and fantasized about my cock fucking you, hard and deep and relentless.”

  I stifle a moan. Fuck, his words are so dirty. So hot.

  He squeezes my ass again. “Look at you, spread for me. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  I feel a glow.

  He slides his hand lower, delving between my thighs. His fingertips slide lightly over my pussy, barely touching me at all. I can feel the slick heat as he rubs gently in my wetness.

  “So wet,” his voice is approving. “Now let’s see if that sweet cunt tastes as good as it looks.”

  I catch my breath as he pulls his hand away. Is he really going to--?

  But when his touch comes a moment later, it’s against my mouth instead. His fingers, slick with my juices, slowly pushing into my lips.

  Holy shit.

  “Taste yourself,” he orders, sliding his fingers deep into my mouth. I shudder, licking them clean, tasting myself, sweet and tangy.

  I suck his fingers hard, and hear him groan.

  Good. I want to turn him on too, drive him half as crazy as he’s already making me.

  “That’s enough, darling.” He pulls them out. I feel strangely empty.

  He leans closer. I can feel the heat from his body, and the rasp of his voice as he whispers. “I’ve got plans for that beautiful mouth. You’re going to look so good choking down every inch of my cock.”

  This time, I can’t hold back my moan.

  He chuckles. “You like that, hmm? You want to suck my dick?”

  “Yes,” I gasp, trembling with lust. I want to suck him, and fuck him. I want him driving deep, claiming every part of me. “Let me taste you. It’s my turn.”

  “Not so fast.” He places one hand between my shoulder blades, holding me in place as his other hand caresses my ass. He lazily massages the cheeks, then glides lower to caress my inner thighs.

  I shiver. His touch is light, too light, but it still feels so good.

  “I’ve watched this body,” He strokes around and up the front of me, brushing over my clit in a whisper. I arch eagerly towards his hand but he’s already moved on, up my belly and over my tender breasts. “Watched the way you walk, the sway in these hips. Do you know how crazy you’ve made me?”

  Not half as crazy as he’s making me right now. My skin is tight, sensitive, every nerve focused on his roving hands. I never know where he’s going to touch next, or how he’ll touch, hard or soft, swift or lingering.

  It’s maddening, teasing me to the brink.

  “And these breasts. Damn, these breasts are a fucking work of art.” He sweeps over my chest again, too soft. “They’ll look even better with my cum dripping off your nipples.”

  I groan at the thought.

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Just wait, I’m going to fuck that juicy mouth of yours and then paint your tits with my cum.”

  He strokes again. I’m panting, needy, and just when I can’t take any more, he gives my nipple a sharp pinch.

  Pure pleasure. I cry out.

  He chuckles and gives another tweak, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers before he soothes the sharp ache with light swirling touches.

  Holy shit.

  The heat is unbearable, flooding my aching pussy. My nipples are so sensitive now that even the smallest graze of his fingertip drives me wild. Then he gives the tender skin another sudden, hard twist.

  It’s too much. I pull back, whimpering in protest.

  Suddenly, I feel a crack of pain on my bare ass.

  SLAP.

  Oww! The sting shocks me. I jolt forward, gasping for air.

  “Rule number three,” he growls. “You take whatever I give you. No resistance. No complaints.”

  My head spins. “But—“

  “No complaints!” he cuts me off. “That was the deal you struck the moment you left that latch unlocked. Your body belongs to me now, up until the moment you use your safeword.”

  My stomach twists with panic. I want him, but this is getting way too real.

  Suddenly, I feel the heat of his body leaning over me again. He strokes my hair, such a tender gesture that it soothes my nerves. “Trust me,” he murmurs seductively. “I know how much you can take. I won’t hurt you.” He laughs softly, and I feel the rich warmth of his voice ripple through me. “Or when I do, only in a good way.”

  My body tingles. I’m curious now, I want to see what else he has in store. He palms my breast and I press up into his hand.

  “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  His touch moves lower, under the arch of my body and down between my thighs. “Yes,” I gasp, flooded with relief.

  “What’s that, sweetheart? What do you need?” he murmurs, his fingers rubbing sweet, soothing circles around my clit.

  Pleasure flows through me, too soft, but oh, so good.

  “I need you,” I manage.

  “Not yet, darling,” he murmurs. “You don’t want it enough.”

  Like hell I don’t. My clit is throbbing from his gentle caress, and my pussy aches to be filled, pounded, fucked hard and deep.

  I thrust against his hand, trying to speed his tortuous rhythm.

  Another slap cracks against my ass.

  Oww! I flinch in surprise and let out a yelp.

  “Rule number one.” His voice is steely and dominant. ”Don’t fucking move until I tell you to move.”

  I don’t have time to brace myself before he rains down a series of swift, sharp slaps.

  I jolt forward, gripping the linens in both fists as his hand cracks against my bare ass. The impact stings, radiating into me, mingling with desire and pleasure as I gasp for air.

  My head spins. My body clenches.

  How does this feel so good?

  “You follow my rules, or this is over.” He spanks me with a controlled rhythm, landing each blow in a different spot. The impact shatters through me, but then just as fast, it’s gone. “This is your final warning, Justine, do you understand?”

  I gulp.

  He spanks me again, harder. “Do. You. Understand?”

  “Yes!” I cry, feeling the wetness of tears rolling down my cheeks. I’m in shock right now, but there’s a thrill to it, too.

  How far will he push me?

  What more will he do?

  His hand stills, and then caresses me, soothing. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs approvingly.

  My heart races. My whole body is on fire. His hand dips into my tight wetness, nudging against my core.

  I moan.

  “See, my sweet?” he whispers, rubbing gently around my clit. “I can show you the union of pleasure and pain. I can make your body feel things you never imagined.”

  He spanks me sharply as his other fingers press up hard against my clit, and my body breaks apart, exploding in pleasure as a swift, sharp orgasm claims me.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Holy shit, what just happened?

  I come back down to earth in time to hear his deep breaths of pleasure, amused by my gasps of surprise. “I’ll allow you that one, but rule number
four is that you don’t come until I say you can.”

  I gulp. How am I supposed to obey that?

  He starts stroking me again, and this time, I melt into it. My body is humming, the waves of pleasure receding, but I’m still aching for more. His hands roam my body, stroking and caressing every inch of skin, squeezing my nipples tight, caressing along my back and thighs and brushing lightly over my trembling clit.

  I writhe, feeling every nerve ending spark and catch light. I can’t believe it, but I’m close again. With each stroke of his hand, my pussy clenches tight in response, but he stays away from my aching center, like he knows that one touch will send me over the edge.

  I struggle to keep my hands on the bed, fingers curling into the sheets, wanting to reach back, just touch myself and plummet off the cliff into the ecstasy.

  “I know what you need,” his voice growls, possessive in my ear, “I know what you want. And if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you have it all.”

  “Yes,” I gasp, desperate. “Please. I’ll do anything you want.”

  Suddenly, his hands are gone. His weight missing from the bed.

  There’s silence.

  “What’s happening?” I gulp, alone in the dark of my blindfold. I want to twist my head around, but I’m frozen in place, his rules and threats still fresh in my mind. “Where are you?”

  “I’m not playing around anymore, Justine.”

  His voice is close. His tone is ragged with lust.

  “This is your last chance to stop me. Just tell me what you want.”

  I gulp.

  Does he understand what he’s asking? Giving up all control? Do I trust him that much?

  Yes.

  In that moment, something breaks free inside of me.

  I want to surrender. I want to submit. Anything, to feel his hands on me again.

  Suddenly, all of my worries and insecurities disappear. In the space of a heartbeat, I feel free, like I’m flying on the waves of his voice and the anticipation that still twists in my body, sharp and demanding.

  I swallow, wetting my dry throat before answering.

  “You. I want you.”

  I hear his quick intake of breath then his quiet steps approaching the bed.

  “So beg for me.” His voice crashes through me. “Beg for my cock, Justine. I want to hear you say it.”

  “Please!” I cry, louder. I don’t care that I’m totally at his mercy now. I’m lost in the white-hot rush of desire, the ache of my body. “Please. I need you, I need every inch of your cock. Do whatever you want to me, just fuck me right now!”

  I feel the bed shift again with his weight, and I feel like weeping with joy.

  “I thought I told you to be naked and ready for me.”

  His hand stills by the garter belt.

  I feel a rush of panic. “I’m sorry. I just wanted...” I search for the words, but I don’t know how to explain.

  “You wanted what? To be in control?” he demands, his nimble fingers unclipping the stockings from the garters before rolling one down my leg.

  I nod, embarrassed that I disappointed him. Shocked by how much I care.

  “And now?” He rolls the other stocking off. I never knew such a simple touch could be so electric, how the graze of his hands against my bare legs would make my pussy clench and my clit throb with desire.

  “You,” I moan. “You’re in control. I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

  “That’s right,” he says, nipping my ear lobe. “Now. Get onto your back. Hands over your head. Then don’t move.”

  Eager to please him, I move into position. I lay down on my back and grip the pillow above me, arching my body. My legs fall wide open, and I shudder to think of him watching me, examining every inch of my wet, needy cunt.

  “I think it’s time I gave this pussy the attention it deserves.”

  My heart jumps. Yes.

  He strokes gently over my clit, rubbing a slow circle that leaves me panting.

  I whimper, rocking my hips towards his hand. He pulls away.

  “More, please,” I beg.

  “Quiet.”

  I clench my jaw, scared he’ll stop touching me. My hands fist in frustration, holding onto the sheets for dear life as he begins to rub and tease my clit, sending pleasure ricocheting through my whole body.

  Fuck, this is incredible!

  Every sense is overwhelmed by him. The soothing touch of his fingertips. The rumble of his deep voice. The scent of him, warm coffee and expensive cologne mixed with the spicy masculine scent that’s uniquely him.

  “Does this feel good, my sweet?” he murmurs, sliding his hand lower to nudge at my aching slit.

  I let out a moan.

  “Jesus, you’re even wetter now,” his voice thickens as he probes one fingertip inside. I arch up, eagerly clenching around the tiny intrusion.

  “Dammit, you’re just begging to be fucked, aren’t you? I’m going to stretch you wide open, my sweet. That tight, juicy cunt is going to take every inch of me, and trust me, I won’t hold back. I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming, until you beg me to stop, but we’ll both know you want it deeper, until you come so hard you forget your own name.”

  I writhe in response, using every last thread of self-control to keep from reaching for him. It’s all too much, and not enough.

  I need more.

  As if he can hear me, he shifts, moving until I can feel the heat of his body poised over me. Without warning, his lips close around my stiff nipple. He sucks it into his mouth, tongue rasping back and forth over the swollen nub.

  Oh my god!

  Pleasure strikes straight to my core. It’s everything I can do to hold still and not arch up against his wicked mouth and probing fingers.

  This is torture. Sweet, sweet, sensuous torture. I don’t know how much more of it I can take.

  “This pussy is greedy, don’t you think?” he teases me, dipping his finger just inside me, then sliding it out. “One finger isn’t enough, is it, my sweet? You want more.”

  “God, yes,” I gasp.

  “Maybe you want it deeper?” he muses, sliding back into my slick, tight depths. He curls his fingertip up against my walls and I mewl, but it’s not enough.

  “Or harder?”

  He grinds his palm against my clit and sends a shockwave of friction sparking through my body.

  “Or maybe you need two.”

  He dips a second finger inside me, a tease that leaves me aching even more. He pulses lightly, then slides them back. Dammit, I can’t take this! I need him to fill me up, fuck me, stretch me wide open the way he promised!

  And, as if he knows this, he pulls back and licks slowly down my stomach, his whisker-rough cheek grazing and teasing my oversensitive skin as he rubs his fingers back and forth across my clit.

  The desperate ache recedes, but I’m left gasping and drained. No! Just when I’m about to scream in frustration, I feel him shift between my thighs.

  “I told you, I love peaches,” there’s a chuckle in his voice. “Now, let’s see how sweet you really are.”

  The glorious hot slide of his tongue licks up against me, inside, and I lose my mind.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  I cry out, rising up to meet his mouth as he licks and sucks at me, driving me crazy with his tongue.

  Oh my god!

  I grind my hips, pressing harder against his mouth, seeking out more friction as waves of heat and ecstasy crash through me. He grips my thighs tight, tighter, pushing my knees back to give him better access as he increases the pressure on my clit, swirling his tongue over my tender nub again and again.

  I moan, lost in the darkness behind my blindfold, the incredible rush crashing through my body.

  He pumps two fingers inside me, slow and steady. I bear down, grinding eagerly to feel their sweet thickness.

  “That’s right, darling, I’m going to fill you up nice and good.”

  He curls his fingers high inside me, hitting th
at sweet spot, the place that drives me wild.

  “Dirty girl, ride my fingers. Think how much better it’s going to feel when it’s my thick cock splitting you open and filling you up.”

  I moan, writhing in pleasure. His mouth claims my pussy again, lapping at my clit as his fingers pump deeper. God, this is almost too much. It feels so good.

  He’s fingering me deep and hard, pulsing and flexing, rubbing against the walls, pressing against every needy, aching inch.

  He adds a third finger, and I gasp at the stretch. “You can take it, darling,” he thrusts deeper. “I’m just getting started.”

  He pulses inside me. Oh lord.

  “That’s it,” he growls, thrusting faster. “You can’t get enough. I can feel that greedy cunt clenching hard. You need me, baby. You need every inch.”

  The rasp of his voice against my clit is incredible. I'm losing all control.

  Then he stills.

  I whimper in protest.

  “Patience, darling,” he soothes me, lapping with a soft stroke that sets my body ablaze. “Don’t you know, it’s stronger if you wait?”

  I can’t fathom how it could feel any better, but I’m powerless under his masterful hands as he slowly slides his fingers inside me again, pulsing them gently.

  My hips surge and grind against him, desperate for that last bit of friction that will allow me to tumble me over the edge.

  “Remember the rules,” he orders me harshly. “You’re not allowed to come until I let you.” He pushes my hips down flat, pinning me down as he feasts on my pussy.

  “Now, let’s see how flexible this lush little body really is.”

  Before I can process, he suddenly hauls my hips towards him and pushes my knees up to my ears.

  “Hold on,” he orders, wrapping my hands around my thighs.

  I grip tight in shock. My pussy and ass are totally bared, on display to him, throbbing with need.

  His tongue trails down, over my clit, dipping into my wet pussy, and then lower still.

  Holy shit!

  I tense, feeling the wet lick of his tongue slide lower, nudging at the tight ring of my asshole. Dark. Forbidden. Dirty as hell.

  He nudges again, and I can’t stop the moan that echoes from my lips. Oh my god!