Show and Tell

by Isabelle Drake

  “Don’t waste time, do you?” he asked.

  Knowing Randall would eagerly take up an offer of a no-strings-attached good time, she said, “I’m not here to waste time.”

  “Is that right? Then what are you here to do?”

  She dropped her hand and stepped close enough to slide her leg against his, putting sweet pressure on his ready cock. “You’re the master, you tell me.”

  Was there a responsible, moral way to respond to that very obvious offer?

  Maybe. But Daniel’s brain wasn’t working well. It wasn’t really working at all, in fact. It was his ramrod straight shaft that was demanding all his attention.

  Her breasts, her neck, her sweet shoulders—where would be put his mouth first?

  While he was musing over that dilemma, a lavender scarf appeared in her hands.

  She wrapped it around his forearm, the cool silk caressing the sensitive area on the underside of his wrist. “Give you any ideas?”

  Speechless, he nodded, watching as she slipped it away, knotted it around her wrist then handed him an end.

  “I have more in my bag.” She swung her small bag playfully, then flattened her palm to her stomach. “And another one holding up my pants.”

  With his free hand, Daniel grabbed the sash around her waist, pulling her to him so she could feel the solid length of his fully erect penis. “You sure we both want the same thing?”

  She smiled, curling her fingers over the slippery fabric of his pants and grasping his shaft. “You’re not wasting any time either are you?”

  “Actually,” he said, “I was thinking we were both wasting time standing here playing word games.”

  “I have—” Emily stopped because he’d said the exact same thing.

  “I have a room at a B & B,” he nodded toward the edge of Gino’s lot, “That way, through the trees.”

  Emily turned, pretending to look through the wooded area that ran behind the houses and brownstones for the first time, pretending she didn’t know exactly where the very discrete Quincy House sat, then looked pointedly at the end of the sash he held in his right hand.

  Daniel looked around, wondering if anyone would see him pulling the harem girl away and then question Randall about the catch but no one was paying any attention to them.

  The only people in sight were a giant cactus making a big deal out of trying to hug a woman dressed as an oasis.

  Museum people.

  Really.

  He stepped farther into the wooded area, gently tugging the girl away from the crowd, into the darkness swelling among the trees. As they moved from the party, he could hear the light jingling of the bells on her veil and the gentle pant of her breath as she hurried to keep up with him.

  Sure, Daniel had seen porn where people were tied up but he’d never had any experience with it himself. It always stuck him as one of those scenarios that looked good on video but wouldn’t really appeal to him in real life. With the silk wrapped girl trailing behind him, he was beginning to think he’d been wrong about himself.

  He glanced back and she looked up with a smile that faltered when she stumbled on a cluster of sticks.

  He reached back, grabbing her before she completely lost her footing only to have her tumble into his arms. Without the use of her left arm, she nearly lost her balance. Working to right herself, she twisted in his arms and his fingers skimmed across the swells of her breast, the smoothness of her stomach and then the lush curves of her hips.

  By the time she finally stopped working to get her footing, she was pressed against him, breathing hard and so very right there. He glanced down to admire the sharp rise and fall of her rib cage. Her jacket had slipped to her elbows and the flimsy fabric of her top had fallen away, revealing one lush, round breast shoved up by a yellow corset that ended just below her breasts.

  Instead of shrinking away, or grabbing the front of her shirt to conceal herself, she lifted her free hand to cup her heavy breast and offer it to him, whispering, “Master?”

  The need to possess her was familiar, a predictable response to a sexy woman offering herself to him but it was the single-minded desire to dominate her that caught him off guard and took his breath away.

  “For you,” she said, filling his silence and pushing the gauze away to reveal the other gorgeous breast. “Do whatever you want.”

  The shouts and laughter of Gino’s party carried in the fall wind, reminding Daniel that he’d only just met this girl.

  Then why did he feel so connected to her, as though he knew her?

  She tugged the sash from his grip, shimmying to let her jacket fall to the ground, then wrapped the end around her other wrist. Her high breasts shone in the night, her nipples tightening to stiff points. The temptation to taste them was irresistible.

  He covered one nipple with his mouth as he reached around to grasp her hips and pull her to him. She responded instantly, arching back and shoving more of herself into his mouth with a satisfied sigh.

  His cock tensed, then throbbed, the tip pulsing with need that intensified each time she moaned, soft and sexy. The girl was so hot, so ready. He grabbed her ass and squeezed and she purred against him, instantly spreading her legs as though she’d been waiting for his touch.

  But her giving in to him wasn’t enough. He needed her to touch him, taste him, want something from him as well.

  With three sharp tugs, he freed her hands and tossed the scrap of fabric to the ground.

  Chapter Three

  Show and Tell

  Everything had changed, especially her plan—seduce him, get him hot and bothered, hungry for more and then leave him hanging.

  It had been a good plan, perfect, but the one thing she hadn’t counted on was feeling something for him. How could she possibly want anything from him? She’d resolved that stupid crush.

  Well, sort of.

  Something explained her need to seek him out and show him up.

  He stood before her waiting for her to make the next move, a quiet passion brewing behind his mask. His energy was intense, hungry but welcoming.

  Shit. No wonder she’d had a thing for him.

  But this wasn’t the Randall she imagined. That man had been self-centered, had only cared about himself.

  Yet the way she felt now, it was as though he wanted her and only her. As though they had some intimate connection.

  He was even more mesmerizing than she’d imagined.

  No wonder he was able to get any girl he wanted.

  But that was the point. She didn’t want to be just any girl.

  Yet maybe there was a side to him that she’d known existed, one that he didn’t let show?

  The tender touches, his desire to pleasure her…it wasn’t at all what she expected.

  Gently, with feather-light touches, he caressed the pale skin of her stomach just visible beneath the corset, skimming his fingertips lower until stopping at the low waistband of her pants.

  Emily’s stomach twisted with the conflict in her heart. She could push him away now, satisfied that she had snagged his interest and left him wanting—she’d achieved her goal. But if she did that, she’d never have the answer to the new question. Had she been wrong to have a crush on Randall in the first place?

  Maybe there was more to him than he’d ever shown, maybe a real man with feelings had been hiding under his non-stop arrogance.

  He leaned down to place a light kiss on her neck, then whispered in her ear, “If you were the master, what would you want first? What can I do to please you?”

  She glanced down at the glimmer of gold coming from her jacket on the ground. “You—you want to please me?”

  “Of course. A sexy thing like you,” a sensual smile slanted across his mouth, “If I can make you feel good, then I must be something special.”

  Emily shifted back, watching his response carefully as she asked, “I get it. You just want to make yourself look good.”

  He shot a glance toward Gino’s “I don’t t
hink anyone is watching us.” Turning his attention back to her, he leaned closer to ask, “You going to kiss and tell?”

  “No.” Her gaze skimmed across his tempting lips and the heat in her pussy flashed. “Of course not.”

  “Then,” he reached out and ran his fingertips across the underside of her left breast, causing her nipple to tighten obediently. “It’ll just be between you and me. As soon as I get you in bed and you tell me where to start, that is.”

  “So…you really want me to tell you what I want?”

  “Yes, please.” He reached down and ran his hand across the bulge in his satin trousers. “And hurry up about it before I change my mind back you against a tree.”

  “Against a tree?” Emily grinned at the taunting challenge in his voice. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”

  He picked up her jacket, handed it to her, then guided her back, further into the dense cluster of limbs. “You aren’t worried about getting scratched by the bark?”

  “I’m a tough girl,” she replied, stopping short and lifting her chin, making her breasts rise up and beg for attention. “I can take whatever you dish out.”

  “Is that right?” he asked, bending down to run his lips across the rounded bottoms of her breasts causing the stiff edge of his mask to graze against her nipples. She panted and he pushed her back, angling her against a wide trunk then added, “You can take anything?”

  “That’s right.” Waves of desire had made her wet and swollen with a need that couldn’t wait.

  Now or never.

  Emily untied the sash at her waist, letting the thin layers of silk flutter to the ground and expose her bare skin. “Get down on your knees and I’ll prove it.”

  “You’re a naughty girl, not wearing panties.”

  The tender teasing of his voice was low and husky, sending pulses of heated pleasure across her nerve endings, making her heart thump and the air tighten in her chest. Somehow she found her voice, “On your knees.”

  The night air breezed across her bare thighs and curled between her legs, making her shiver with frenzied need. His attentive gaze fell to the shadowed juncture of her thighs but he stalled, so she set her hands on his shoulders and pressed until his knees hit the ground.

  “Wait. Put your hands above your head,” he said, scooting closer to her bare legs. “I want to imagine you like that later, when I remember how sweet your pussy tasted.”

  When she stayed put, he leaned in to place a neat row of kisses across her right thigh then looked up. “Do it.”

  Even through mask, she felt the strength of his stare, commanding her. Slowly, she lifted her left arm, stretching it above her head as she reached for his strong shoulder with her right.

  “No. Both of them.”

  She pulled her right arm away from his shoulder, lifting it slowly, feeling more and more vulnerable as she arched her back, twisting her wrists as she flattened her palms against the rough bark of the tree. Once her arms were settled, he stood to take hold of her breasts, squeezing gently. “I won’t forget these either.” He licked each nipple, leaving them wet and sensitive to the autumn breeze. Then lowering down, he took her hips and pushed her back, spreading her legs wider as he settled her firmly against the trunk.

  “That’s right, like that. With your pussy right here, hot and wet and waiting for me.”

  He put his mouth on her leg, picking up the row of kisses where he’d left off. A shudder started up Emily’s back but stopped midway, her body refusing to release the expectant tension stiffening her muscles and squeezing the air from her lungs.

  When his mouth finally touched her pussy, he parted her folds with his tongue and stroked the slick heat inside.

  Her legs vibrated with the effort of holding her up and she clawed at the bark, grasping for some firm piece to help hold her upright.

  He sensed her need and slid one hand behind her left leg, moving up to cup her ass cheek, his grip firm enough to hold her steady while his mouth remained soft and teasing as he licked the folds covering her swollen clit.

  The light caress of his tongue was too gentle, she needed more and he knew it. Each time she pushed forward he moved away, turning his attention to her thighs or stomach.

  The fifth time he pulled back, he tipped his head up and whispered. “Tell me what you want, harem girl.” He reached up and slid his thumb between the folds, just barely touching her hungry clit.

  Emily sucked in air.

  “Say it and I’ll do it.”

  The air came out in a puff, words stuck in her throat.

  Flicking her clit again, he said, “I just want to hear you say it.”

  Would she hate herself tomorrow for giving in to Randall? Or was he giving in to her?

  Damn, with her pussy so hot and swollen, aching for him, she couldn’t tell the difference. Couldn’t tell if the difference mattered.

  “Okay. I’ll have to be a mind reader and a slave,” he murmured, angling back in to cover her pussy with his open mouth.

  The heat of his lips consumed her, made her body tight and hot. His.

  Still covering her, he speared his tongue, finally putting pressure on her oversensitive clit. With each lick he made her wetter, hotter.

  She moaned, wiggling closer, opening her thighs and giving him access to her throbbing cunt. Stiffening his tongue, he thrust into her, pushing deeper with each stroke.

  But her cunt was so hot, so swollen, the pressure was only a tease.

  She tensed, concentrating on the solid motions of his tongue.

  It still wasn’t enough. She was primed, ready.

  Panting, she dropped to her knees, her bare skin flashing in the moonlight as she knelt in front of him, pleading with her gaze that he fuck her.

  “Not here,” he shook his head, reaching out to pull the thin silk up to cover her breasts but stopped.

  The cool air whispered across her fair skin but her breasts were warm, full and aching for his touch. He lifted his hands to take the tips into his fingertips, pressing gently. She moaned as her cunt throbbed, wet and anxious.

  He shook his head again, “No, it’ll be too—”

  But she didn’t want to listen, couldn’t wait.

  He felt it in the tense thrum of her body.

  With a tug, he yanked down his satin trousers and took a condom from his wallet. Satisfaction flowed through her at the sight of the hard, steady cock jutting from his lean, capable hips.

  In one quick motion, he slipped the pants off and smoothed them across the autumn leaves covering the ground. Efficiently, he slipped the condom on. Shaking with need, Emily grabbed him, pulling him against her as she started to lay down, her ass sliding on the smooth fabric.

  He thrust inside her, his hard cock filling her aching pussy even before her back hit the ground.

  Emily moaned, the first tense wave of pleasure breaking against her bones, sending wild vibrations through her hips. The need spread up, tightened her nipples to shameless peaks.

  Pumping into her, he rose up on his palms so each time he thrust against her his stiff rod caressed her clit.

  Incredibly, his shaft got even harder, filled her even more. Over and over he rammed into her pussy, turning her liquid and wanting.

  Just as the first wave of climax skimmed across her nerves, he paused, stopped moving and looked down into her face.

  “I-I—” he sucked in a sharp breath, then let it out, his rock-hard body holding her pinned to the ground. “I want to see you moan when I make you come,” he said, reaching up to slip off his mask.

  Too needy to speak, Emily merely watched as he tugged it off and threw it aside.

  He thrust into her at the same time he looked down, his dark eyes connecting with her gaze.

  She gasped.

  “That’s right, harem girl” he murmured, a playful smile tugging on his mouth. “Your master is here to take care of you.”

  Still staring into her eyes, he pulled back, taking the demanding pressure with him. Once he was a
ll the way out, he used the tip of his penis to lightly caress her hot, slick lips.

  It wasn’t Randall. Had she known that all along? Somewhere in the back of her mind?

  Still teasing her with the thick tip of his shaft he groaned then paused, waiting for her to relax.

  Pin pricks of pleasure danced across her skin. For a moment she stiffened, held herself back from the release he offered.

  Did it even matter, that he wasn’t Randall?

  She peered up, tracing his jawline with her gaze. Why did he look vaguely familiar?

  He noticed her staring and bent down to nuzzle her cheek. “I used to second guess myself too but I finally got it. If what you want is right there, go ahead and take it.”

  Emily felt his smile as he kissed the curve of her neck. His lips were so soft and gentle, while his cock was hard and unyielding. In that moment she knew lying beneath him was so much better than wasting her time getting even with Randall—this man was everything she wanted.

  “Fuck me, Master,” she said on a sigh.

  He impaled her with one demanding swing of his hips.

  Rocking, he licked the whorl of her ear and the heat of his breath ignited her skin.

  Her pussy flashed hotter, slickened with desperation. Dropping her head back, she tightened the muscles around the thick, solid length of him.

  He moved, slowly pistoning into her, then gaining speed and thrusting harder. She spread her legs and lifted her hips, telling him to take what he wanted from her.

  Instantly, he understood and moved against her, taking control of her body.

  A husky moan gathered in Daniel’s throat as he felt her slick pussy flutter with the first contraction of her climax. Knowing that her release had begun, he groaned and drove harder into her sweet, tight cunt, letting himself feel each delicious thrust.

  She moaned too, their sounds mingling together in the thin night air.

  Lost in the sensations she offered, he slammed into her. Soon, the tight contractions of her pussy shoved him to the edge. His cock pulsed, hot and hurried, filling her completely.