Diablo Blanco Club 1, Unfair Advantage

by Qwillia Rain

  “How?” The throaty whisper surprised Mattie. Her cheek resting against the post, she gasped at the heat in his emerald gaze as his eyes met hers.

  His lips brushed hers as his hands moved up her spine and then slid beneath the loosened silk to stroke her swollen breasts. “Because it’s had me wondering, if I bent you over, would it let me have access to your sweet ass without ripping the dress.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Her gasp was silenced beneath his kiss. The flavor of her arousal mingled with the taste of white chocolate and whipped cream. He hadn’t exaggerated. The little drapery of silk had teased and taunted him during the hours they entertained their guests. It also had him wondering if his warning about her undergarments had gone unheeded.

  “Tell me, Lawrence,” he whispered, his fingers plucking and fondling the taut crests of her breasts. “Are you wearing anything under this dress?”

  Her hands had released the post, one covering the silk over his own hand at her breast, while the other clutched at his waist. She pulled him close, her ass squirming against the ridge of his cock, held secured behind the placket of his trousers.

  When she didn’t answer, Bryce stepped back enough to turn her in his arms. The sleeves of her dress were smoothed away and the gown slid to her waist before she made an attempt to stop it. “Hmmm? Are you trying to hide the fact that you didn’t listen to my instructions?” he teased, moving away to shed his tuxedo jacket and drape it over the chaise nearby. His bow tie, cummerbund, and shirt followed. Discarding his shoes and socks required he sit down and untie them, but his eyes never left her.

  The glow of her skin in the pale lamplight made his cock ache even more. Her breasts trembled with her erratic breathing, the strawberry red peaks hard. Tiny white teeth nibbled at her lips, making him recall the light scrape of them the first time she took his shaft in her mouth. Another pulse thrummed through his rigid flesh. “Show me.” The command whispered across the room. “Have you earned a punishment, baby, for not following my directions?”

  “No,” she finally answered, releasing the hold she had on the gown and allowing it to pool around her feet.

  She hadn’t disobeyed him. Ivory stockings sheathed her legs to midthigh, and the tiniest scrap of silk covered her bare mound with a thin strip wrapped around her hips keeping it in place.

  “Very good.” He praised her, enjoying the flush that crept over her breasts and into her cheeks as he watched her. “Bring me your dress. We don’t want it ruined.”

  After stepping out of the gown, Mattie bent to retrieve it. The sway of her breasts and the way her hair flowed over one shoulder, hiding, then revealing one globe, gave him visions of that hair drifting down his body. Bryce imagined the tangled curls would feel like raw silk if he wrapped them around his cock. He’d have to see later.

  He watched her cross the room, her fingers rehooking the pearl ropes before carefully folding the gown. She held it out as she stood before him, but Bryce shook his head. “Set it here.” He patted the worn velvet to his left. His other hand rose to caress the side of one breast, thumb coasting over and around the tight peak before smoothing down to her narrow waist and then farther to her full hips.

  It required her to lean across him to access the section of chaise, but she didn’t argue or protest. Bent at the waist, Mattie reached to set the dress where he directed. Only his quick shift to grasp her waist kept her from toppling over when his mouth opened on her breast and his teeth nipped at the swollen nipple. When she would have settled onto his lap, he released her flesh and turned her to face away from him.

  “Not yet, Lawrence.” He noted the husky tone of his voice and slight tremor in his hands as he rose to stand behind her.

  Focusing on the tiny bow fastening the bit of silk at Mattie’s waist, he tugged it open and quickly slipped her panties off, tossing them onto the folded gown. “Bed.”

  Mattie gazed over her shoulder at him. “I’m not going downstairs…”

  Dipping his head, he kissed her, enjoying again the taste of chocolate, whipped cream, and her. “No.” He nodded toward the one across the room. “That bed.” As she moved away from him, her steps unsteady, he added, “We’ll get to the one in our bedroom later.”

  The sight of her full curves had his cock straining for release, but he tempered his need. As with every other lesson he’d taught her, he’d slowly been accustoming her to identifying what pleased her most. Even with the report from David still in the back of his mind, Bryce had no intention of going easy. At no time during his lessons had his woman balked at his methods. He wasn’t about to slow down now.

  She waited for him, legs curled to the side, eyes on him, hands in her lap, the pillows a soft mountain behind her. The ivory stockings blended with the sheets beneath her, but the golden tone of her skin, the aroused flush in her cheeks and breasts, the tight berry-colored nipples made his fingers itch to explore every detail. Maybe, when he’d sated his need, he’d get around to having her pose for him, but he doubted he’d be able to concentrate on putting charcoal to paper when she looked as she did now.

  “Spread your legs for me, baby, and lean back against the pillows.” Moving forward, Bryce rested his shoulder on the post at the foot of the bed, watching as Mattie followed his instructions and adjusted her position on the bed.

  One hand tucked into his pocket, he smoothed his fingers over the perforated edges of the packaged condoms he’d gathered from his room before he’d gone looking for his wife. His wife. The words whispered through his mind as he stared at the woman in front of him. Remembering the vow he’d made at his mother’s and stepmother’s graves, to never love a woman that much again, he had to admit he’d allowed his attraction to Mattie to sway him more than he’d planned.

  “Did you enjoy yourself today?” He kept his tone casual, but he was sure the heat of his arousal was evident in his eyes as his gaze lingered on the parts of her body he intended to investigate the longest. The sharp foil edges gouged his hand before he forced himself to relax his grip on the prophylactics.

  “Yes.” She nodded, her breath hitching as she leaned back on her elbows.

  As he watched, her nipples hardened, her legs eased farther open, and her heels dug into the bedding as her hips rocked upward, allowing the moisture coating her plump folds to glisten in the muted light.

  Moving his other hand from his waist to stroke down over his erection, Bryce teased her with his smile before pulling the condoms from his pocket and tossing them onto the bed near her feet. With her eyes focused on the six black-foil packets, he shed his trousers and underwear, tossed them onto the nearby chair, and climbed onto the bed. When she would have moved forward and reached for him, he shook his head and ordered, “No, baby. Stay right where you are.”

  Situating himself directly in front of her, he slid his legs beneath hers so her knees rested over his thighs. The condoms were collected into a small pile, and all but one were set on her quivering stomach. “Tuck these under one of the pillows.”

  As she shifted to do so, he smoothed his right hand along her leg from ankle to knee, enjoying the heat of her skin through the soft silk. “These are very pretty. But we need to take them off before they get damaged.”

  Mattie tried to sit up, but again he stopped her with a shake of his head. “No, no. I’ll take care of it.” Using slow, casual movements, he eased his fingers beneath the wide band of lace at the top and coaxed the stocking down her thigh. At her knee, he paused, raising her leg so her ankle rested on his shoulder, and pressed his lips against the inside of her knee. Setting another kiss on the back of her knee, Bryce finished stripping the stocking from her leg and tossed it over his trousers.

  “It always fascinated me, Lawrence,” he murmured, his fingers smoothing over her feet, thumbs massaging over the balls of her feet, then downward toward the arch and heel, “that as tiny as you are, you have such long, sexy legs.”

  “Tiny?” Her denial came out in gasps as his mouth lingered on he
r instep. “I’m not—”

  He leaned over her, pressing her leg back toward her chest. “Baby, you’re a good eighty pounds lighter and over a foot shorter than me. That equals tiny in my book.” Returning to his upright position, he turned his attention back to her leg. Brushing a ring of kisses around her ankle, he trailed his lips along the inside of her calf to her knee before leaving her limb draped over his shoulder and moving his attentions to her other leg.

  Taking his time, he repeated the same slow striptease with this stocking as well, ending with the foot massage and kisses along the inside of her leg. Moving forward, he waited, his lips investigating the sheen of passion coating the tops of her rounded thighs.

  The scrape of her nails over the bedding had him fighting a smile as he hooked his hands beneath her ass and lifted her plump, wet pussy to his mouth. The hiss of her breath didn’t surprise him. She reacted that way every time, whether he voiced a warning or not. He enjoyed knowing he’d been the first to take her this way as well.

  “Hmmm.” He hummed his appreciation against the heated folds. “You always taste so…” His eyes held her stunned gaze over the rise of her belly. Taking his time, Bryce dragged his tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top, ringing the hard kernel of nerves before pulling her taste into his mouth. “Good.”

  With one leg draped over his shoulder and the other settled at his waist, Mattie was open to his attentions, her body quivering with arousal. He watched her scramble to keep her focus and maintain control over the climax building within her.

  “You know”—his mouth moved away from her center to suckle the moisture from her thighs—“I’ve missed this over the past week.”

  “What?” Mattie rasped, her left hand gripping his ankle as she glared up at him. “Missed teasing me?”

  Still my minx, he thought as he eased open her outer lips, exposing the pink inner folds, sensitive bud of nerves, and the tight virgin hole his cock ached to fill. “Tease, Lawrence? I don’t tease, baby. I assert discipline.” Setting two fingers on either side of her clit, he pinched it between them even as he massaged above and below the pleasure button. His thumb eased inside her channel, pressing against the soft walls gripping him.

  “Do you remember what I promised you about tonight?”

  Mattie’s hips rocked in time to his caress, her moans whispering past her lips, the blissful expression on her face adding to his own arousal. When she failed to respond, Bryce pulled his hand away and administered a soft, firm slap to her delicate flesh that had Mattie arching upward. The pulse of her hips and the flutter of the tiny inner lips of her pussy testified to how close she’d come to orgasm.

  “The rules still apply, baby. No coming without permission.” He stroked first one, then a second finger into her tight sheath, the passage eased by the lubrication her body provided. “Do you remember what I promised you about tonight?”

  “Y-you said you were going to”—she drew a deep breath, tightened, then relaxed her grip on his ankle before tightening it again as she finished—“to ride my p-pussy until it couldn’t take anymore, then you were…ahhh”—she moaned and arched as he thrust his fingers deeper and scissored them apart and back, stretching the taut muscles surrounding them—“then you were…were going to start on my ass.”

  “And it feels like it’s going to take a while to get you stretched out again, babe.” He shook his head as he pulled his fingers free to collect the single condom he’d left beside them on the bed.

  Easing her leg from his shoulder, Bryce shifted position until he knelt between her thighs, Mattie’s legs draped over his at the knees. He set the packet on her abdomen and stroked his hard cock between the wet folds of her flesh. “Put it on me, darlin’.”

  Ignoring his instructions, Mattie chose instead to rise up enough to wrap both hands around the thick stalk, her thumb smoothing the pearls of seed oozing from the tip over the hood and down his shaft.

  “Baby, either put it on me, or I take you bareback,” Bryce growled, his accent slipping free of his control. Stilling her hands on his length, he waited until her eyes met his. “I’d love to feel your wet pussy slidin’ over me, Lawrence, and mark you as mine by comin’ inside your sweet candy box.” He pushed forward, allowing his balls to make contact with her wet opening. “But in keeping with your decision, do you really want my swimmers dancin’ with your girls?”

  Even as she hesitated, Bryce could tell that some part of her mind was almost visualizing what he’d teased her with. It probably wouldn’t take very much coercion, he mused, just a bit more stroking for him to convince her to forgo the protection. In her eyes, he read the same confidence he held that, if one of his sperm did come in contact with one of her eggs, the likelihood of pregnancy was certain. Not that he didn’t have every intention of putting his child in her and binding her to him irrevocably long before her two-year deadline, but a semblance of allowing her to set her limits seemed necessary, at least on this first night with her.

  In her eyes, he could read the argument brewing. The very fact that she doubted his ability to remain committed to her and their marriage still burned in the back of his mind. Could that be her motivation for waiting? Did she truly not believe in him, or was it that she didn’t want his children? Were monsters from her childhood whispering in her mind, reminding her of the abuse and fear she’d experienced at her father’s hand? And was she equating his Dominant nature with the overbearing control her father had attempted to exert on his family?

  As he watched her mull over her decision, her hands continued to slide over his length, teasing the solid flesh with soft, tender pressure, slow caresses, and the sweet glide of her fingers over the weeping slit.

  “Last warning.” His words appeared to finally register as Bryce halted her hands again.

  Knowing her as he did, it didn’t surprise him that in choosing between what she wanted and what was right, his woman would go with what was right. Mattie fumbled the package on her belly, ripped it open, and rolled the condom into place.

  He must have let some part of his disappointment show either in his eyes or his expression, because the briefest look of apology flashed across her face. If the damned woman would just see that my mind isn’t going to change in fifty years, much less five, we could get this resolved. But he didn’t begrudge her her fears. Taking into consideration his past, it was only reasonable. Too bad he wasn’t going to allow her to avoid those fears. As her master, his responsibility included making her face her feelings of insecurity.

  “Bring me home, baby. Show me where you want me most.” He smiled down at her, the fingers of one hand returning to hold her intimate flesh open, exposed to his gaze and touch.

  The soft, wet walls teased the tip of his cock as she settled his length at the entrance to her body. It wasn’t until she tried to shift against him that awareness dawned in her expression just how little control she had in the position he’d placed her. Even as she struggled onto one elbow, flexing her legs but gaining no purchase, Bryce pressed forward, easing past the taut entrance and steadily working his hard length deeper.

  “Take it all, Lawrence,” he commanded. The thin layer of latex blunted the sensation of heat her tight pussy emitted. The smell of her arousal, the strained awareness darkening her eyes, had him fighting the urge to simply hammer himself deep within her.

  Leaning forward, he threw her further off balance, pressing beyond the taut muscles fighting his invasion even as they pulsed with need around him. Feeling her tense beneath him, Bryce waited. Drawing a long, deep breath in order to calm himself, he watched her, searching for any indication of pain or distress. There was none.

  Her body tensed beneath him the deeper he moved. The flutter of her pulse could be seen in the delicate triangle of flesh at the base of her throat. The pounding of her heart vibrated the swollen silk of her breasts and was visible in the flush rising over her chest, along her neck, and into her cheeks.

  The scrape of her nails against the bedding
and the cries sliding from her lips echoed in the quiet room. Holding her gaze, he pushed past resistant muscles until his full length was sheathed within her. The sudden stirring in the base of his spine, the tingling in his balls as they drew close to his body surprised him. None of his other lovers had ever had him on the brink of climax the moment he entered them.

  “You’re so wet and tight, baby,” he whispered, leaning over her, his eyes capturing hers. “Tighter than I expected.” Adjusting his focus from the spiraling sensations in his own body to those communicated by his wife’s body, Bryce staved off orgasm.

  Stroking one hand between them, Bryce eased the swollen petals surrounding him open, exposing the nubbin of nerves to the pressure provided by the base of his cock rubbing over it. Pulling back, he fought the smile threatening to curl across his lips when Mattie protested, her hands leaving the bedsheets to reach for his hips.

  “No.” He voiced his command at the same time he deftly caught her hands and pinned them to the pillow beneath her head. Grinding his hips into hers, Bryce made sure every inch of his length flexed within her as he advanced and withdrew several times. “You feel so fuckin’ good, baby. Six times might not be enough for me tonight.”

  Even after he settled close, his chest stroking over hers, his hips easing backward and forward, advancing and withdrawing his firm cock through her virgin flesh, Bryce reveled in the clasp of her wet pussy. The gasps of arousal and need spilling from her lips filled the room, but she never begged. When she neared her brink, he could feel the flutter of her internal muscles around his shaft. Her breathing would increase until Mattie regained control of it; then the kneading muscles around him would slow so he could vary his strokes.

  “Such a good sub, Lawrence.” He praised her as she forced back another orgasm. Sweat slicked their flesh as he settled over her, his hair tangling with the loose curls clinging to the sheen of perspiration on her cheeks. Against her lips, he whispered, “You’ve got a few weeks to practice your control before Richard joins us.”