Whore

by Hughes, Michelle

  My head swam, forcing me to inhale only to exhale harshly as he knelt before me. His face was so close to my sex that I felt the heat of his breath against the soft curls. When his fingers tugged lightly I cried out softly.

  “I will remove these and if you’re very still I’ll pleasure your pussy as a reward.”

  The dirty words and the slight pull he gave were nearly my undoing and my core flooded with passion. He was going to shave me. There! Outside of shaving my bikini line I’d never really groomed myself in that area and I was speechless. I was so nervous that when his finger slid through that downy hair, I jumped, startled.

  He chuckled softly and lifted his hand. “That will never do Miss Burns. Imagine if I had a razor against that tender flesh and you had made such a move.”

  “I’m sorry.” Mumbling softly as my face heated, I wanted to hide at his reprimand. He stood and pulled me from underneath the water. I lowered my hands to cover my chest. Feeling insecure I refused to look at him.

  God I couldn’t breathe. Standing naked with him in the shower was already pushing myself past any experience I had. It was stupid to think I could go through with this. He was a man of obvious experience and I was this girl in a woman’s body who had no idea how to respond.

  Turning my back on him, my shoulders drooped and I wanted to sink into the sudden self-pity that told me I wasn’t worthy enough to be touched by him. I felt his arms surround my waist, pulling me against the hardness of his chest and it was too much. I wanted him and knowing that he was disappointed forced tears into my eyes. I wasn’t going to let him see me cry. Struggling in his grip I knew this was a huge mistake.

  “Laura stop!” His soft demand and the way he held me tightly against him didn’t allow me the space I needed to escape. The tears slid down my cheeks and I trembled hating the weakness inside that I’d fought all my life to overcome.

  He turned me in his arms and I felt him tense. Strong fingers lifted my chin and knowing he was witnessing my mental anguish made the humiliation even greater. “Talk to me.” His words echoed confusion and I couldn’t look into his eyes, instead I struggled against his hold on my chin wanting to sneak away and lick my wounds in private.

  “Baby you’re scaring the fuck out me right now. Talk to me.” He was scared? The thought of this strong, confident man being afraid because of me was shocking. I stopped fighting him and gazed into his eyes. There was no doubt confusion in those depths but the concern laced with it made me gasp.

  As much of an asshole as I’d seen him be I didn’t understand why he would care that I was upset. I wanted to give him an explanation if for no other reason because he seemed concerned. “No one’s ever seen me like this before.”

  He seemed more confused by my words and seeing Taylor Ross with an expression other than supreme confidence was almost comical. The waterworks stopped and I shook my head. “I’ve never shown my body to a man.”

  Recognition filled his face and he relaxed. “Your lovers have been idiots then.” That familiar smirk was back and he pulled me against him tightly, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I forget how young you are.” He whispered the words into my ear and drew us both under the water again.

  Just that quick the fear of being not good enough melted away and I returned his embrace. He breathed a sigh of relief and I was confounded again. The emotions with him were insane. Crying one moment and aching with desire the next. “If you want to forget this I’ll understand.” I knew a man like him was used to women with much more experience and doubted he wanted to waste time with someone like me.

  He pulled back and his expression was incredulous. “Because you’re shy? Fuck baby that actually turns me on.” Smiling down at me he winked and I felt myself relax. “I look forward to making you burn so bad your nudity won’t matter.”

  His hard length against my belly told me more than words could about how honest he was being. He still wanted me? I definitely wasn’t going to argue, especially when he pulled back and grabbed a bottle of liquid soap and began washing me with such tenderness that my heart raced again.

  Taylor was such a contradiction. I might have thought more about that except the way his talented hands were bringing my body to life left me little time to think about anything outside of pleasure.

  “I’m still taking these curls Miss Burns.” His fingers massaged the cool suds into that part of me that was aching deliciously and I didn’t care what he took as long as he didn’t stop. “I love how wet you are for me.”

  He quickly turned me around, removing the pleasure those fingers were giving and I wanted to scream in protest. My back was treated to the same thorough cleansing and even though it felt incredible I wanted his fingers back where I longed for them the most. I stiffened as they trailed through the creases of my twin moons and he washed me meticulously there.

  When he asked that I lift my foot and I complied, I quickly forgot how strange it felt to have his fingers tracing my other entrance. The tickling sensation of his fingers moving between my toes overrode everything. I almost lost my balance as he continued, laughing at the sweet torture of having hands on my feet.

  “You should have hidden the fact that you’re ticklish Miss Burns.” He was merciless as he lifted my other foot making me squirm with his teasing digits.

  “No more, please.” I was laughing so hard that my sides hurt and he finally took mercy on me.

  “Rinse off that delectable body and do it quickly then.” His mocking sternness had me giggling again until he raised his hand doing a tickling motion and I quickly moved back under the water.

  With all the suds removed he quickly washed his own body and rinsed off, and I tried not to pout at not being able to learn his body. “There will be no pouting Miss Burns. I have a mission to accomplish.”

  I had no idea what he was talking about and raised an eyebrow in confusion.

  “I do believe we have some grooming to do.” The strength in his voice was offset with the humor in his eyes and it helped me not feel as nervous about what he wanted to do. He tapped a long finger on his full lips as if contemplating. Turning back to the tap, he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.

  He grabbed a towel from the rack and briskly dried off, then wrapped it around his waist securely before pulling down another. “Step out, Miss Burns.” There was a glint in his eyes that made me nervous and excited at the same time and I didn’t hesitate to do as he asked.

  With slow unhurried movements he dried each inch of my flesh until I was once again a trembling mass of need. Laying the towel out on the floor he patted it and I looked at him confused.

  “I want you to lay down on it, Miss Burns.” The sensual smirk almost seemed to be daring me to do what he asked and I bit my lip before moving to do his bidding. “Rest your arms under your head for cushion.”

  I trembled at the coolness of the air on my skin and he shook his head before walking over to pull down yet another towel. With patience he draped the soft fluffiness over my neck, shoulders and stomach, leaving my lower half exposed.

  “I need you to trust me. Can you do that?” He was towering above my prone body and I bit my lip but nodded. I wanted to trust him but from this angle he was almost larger than life and I was admittedly nervous.

  “I’ll have you speaking words before I’m done Miss Burns.” Again he winked and it made me feel he wasn’t truly angry about it. He gathered a can of shaving cream and the razor from the side of the bath, then walked over to the sink to fill a glass with water placing them all beside me. Lowering before me, his hands grasped my ankles and spread my legs wide before sitting between them.

  Without any conscious thought I whimpered feeling more exposed than ever before. I was resting my head on my arms and our gazes met. He smiled reassuringly and I attempted to remain still. That act in itself took more courage than I thought I possessed. He could see every flaw from this position and I closed my eyes tightly afraid he wouldn’t like the view.

 
“Laura, look at me.” His softly uttered demand forced my eyes up, only he wasn’t looking at my face. Instead his gaze rested between my thighs on the flesh that ached to feel his touch again. “”You’re beautiful here. All that soft pink flesh makes me want to taste and suck until you forget everything but how good I can make you feel.”

  I flushed and he smiled and even though the nervousness didn’t dissipate, I was no longer worried about how he saw me but instead I longed for his touch again. With skillful precision he shaved the most intimate parts and I fought to keep still. Embarrassment didn’t even enter into the equation, my body was quivering in need from the impersonal feel of his fingers as he groomed me.

  My eyes had closed needing to find some control as he completed the intimate act and I wasn’t prepared for the feel of his palm soothing over the now bare mound of my sex. For the first time since he started I jumped, thankfully he wasn’t shaving any longer.

  “Rinse off Miss Burns, then let me reward you for being such a good girl.” He waited until I stood and as I stepped back in the shower he cleaned up the aftermath. A towel was waiting for me again when I finished and I stepped into it with anticipation.

  It felt so strange to have the curls removed but I was also more sensitive to each touch of my body there. When he pressed the towel over that spot I moaned softly, then flushed as I realized what I had done.

  “Now you are ready for me.” He dropped the towel carelessly on the floor and took my hand in his. Leading me out into his bedroom I was nothing but a bundle of nerves when we stopped at his bed.

  He lifted me by my waist and sat me down on the edge. I was somewhat surprised when he sat down with me and continued to hold my hand. “Do you remember what I told you I wanted to do Miss Burns?”

  It was hard to remember anything with his thumb running lightly over my hand and the intensity in his expressive blue eyes. I couldn’t think and I shook my head no softly.

  He grinned with such a look of delight on his face that my breath caught. “I told you I wanted to tie you up and do wicked things to you.” At my gasp his grin widened. “Since we decided that I wouldn’t fuck you, at least with my cock, I want to fuck that pretty little pussy with my tongue. And I still want to tie you up.”

  His words shocked me but not as much as the clenching of my inner folds did because of them. My breath rushed from my lips and I nodded before I could stop myself.

  “Words Miss Ross. Do I have permission to tie you up and fuck that delicious little cunt with my tongue?”

  His dirty talk had a straight line to my core and I was so shocked by his now demanding persona that it took me a moment to find my voice. “Y-yes.” I was once again overwhelmed and trembling.

  “Then don’t move.” He stood and walked over to his bedroom closet and pulled out a huge, black leather, overnight bag. I heard him moving things around and I was curious about what things were inside. Maybe it was better I didn’t know, I thought to myself, because I’d just agreed to let him be the first man to give me oral. What if I tasted funny and he hated it? I’d just showered but I bled down there once a month. How could a man enjoy doing something like that? Lost in my own fears I jumped when he joined me on the bed again.

  “What’s wrong Laura?” Somewhere in my overworking mind I realized he only called me Laura when he sensed I was nervous or afraid.

  “I’ve never done this before.” Did he think I was some stupid girl now that I admitted that to him? I hoped he wasn’t changing his mind, or maybe it would be better if I did. My nerves were getting the best of me again.

  “Which part, the bondage or letting a man eat your pussy?’ He spoke the words so rationally and I couldn’t even say the C word without flinching.

  “Either.” Or was it neither? I was working myself into another panic and twisted my hands nervously in my lap together.

  “Once again your lovers have been fucking idiots. You’ll enjoy this and I want to please you this way. All you have to do is trust me Laura.” His warm, almost hypnotizing voice, soothed me. “Can you trust me?”

  I nodded then remembered he liked when I spoke. “If it pleases you I can.” I didn’t know how to explain that I was more worried that he wouldn’t like how I tasted then the fear of the act itself.”

  “Oh baby that makes me really happy.” He gave me a smile so sexy that my insides quivered. How could I not return it? “Scoot up to the top of the bed then Miss Burns.”

  Again with the wink. It did something I can’t explain seeing him give such simple approval. I quickly moved to the top of the bed and waited for him to explain what he wanted next.

  He held up some strange leather cuffs lined with fur and attached to them were two dangling chains. “These attach to a bed. The bed at my house already has chains attached to it but when I travel I have make allowances.”

  He had chains on his bed at home? Obviously he was really into the whole bondage thing. I tried not to wonder how many woman he’d done this with before because for reasons I didn’t want to contemplate the thought of him with someone else made me envious.

  “Just lie down on the pillow, and I’ll do the rest Miss Burns.” I did as he asked hoping that my heart didn’t pound out of my chest. With obvious skill he wrapped the cuff around one of my wrists then secured the chain to the bedpost. It felt strange having my arm over my head and I tugged lightly to see if it gave way. It didn’t budge and when he finished my other wrist I pulled again.

  There was a brief moment of panic when I realized I couldn’t release myself. My eyes flew to his and he smiled as if he somehow understood what I was feeling.

  “Trust. I won’t let anything happen to you Laura.” Again with my first name. Just hearing him say it helped me find the confidence I needed in my safety.

  His hand trailed over my thigh in a soft caress until he reached my ankle. With resolve he encased it in a larger fur-lined cuff and the longer chain I heard jangling as he secured it to footboard. I bit my lip hard feeling more nervous about what he was doing until he lightly tickled my foot again, making me forget everything.

  “I told you that you shouldn’t give away your weaknesses.” Mercifully he stopped the torture and lifted my other ankle. “I’m going to spread you wide Miss Burns so I can have my wicked way with you.”

  He proceeded to do just that and I was now more exposed than I felt I had been in the floor of his bathroom earlier. My wrists and ankles were held fast with his skill and I tugged on the bonds not sure how I felt about being at his mercy this way.

  He stood up and my eyes followed him until he whipped the towel off his waist. One look at his hard shaft raising up toward his six-pack abs looking so imposing with its long, thick width had me closing my eyes.

  “Look at me Laura.” I forced my eyes open and his smile was awe inspiring. “I don’t want you to feel intimidated by me. His hand grasped his cock, oh god I just thought C word, stroking it smoothly. “I especially don’t want you to think I’d hurt you with this. In fact I want you to get very comfortable with it because he longs to fill your mouth.”

  He talked about his cock like it was a second person and I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped. “You call your, um thing, a he?” I bit my lip knowing I probably shouldn’t be laughing especially since I was basically tied up and helpless at the moment, but I couldn’t help it.

  He tried to look affronted at my humor but failed and smiled broadly. “It’s not a thing, it’s a cock. You’re a grown woman and I know you can say it. Let me hear it Miss Burns.” He was daring me with his expression and I flushed shaking my head no. “Afraid of the word cock. We definitely can’t have that. Say it for me Laura.” He was begging now? How could I resist that?

  “Fine. Cock.” I muttered under my breath feeling my cheeks flush.

  “Good girl. And yes, I call my cock a he. Sometimes he has a mind of his own and I’ve had to train him to behave.” Were we really here having a conversation about his cock. Please kill me now. It was so funny
that I forgot to be nervous at all. I giggled.

  “That’s what I like to hear Miss Burns.” He released himself and came between my legs and my laugher stopped. “Taking away that beautiful sound? I guess I’ll have to find another one worthy of its replacement.” Without warning his head lowered and his tongue delved into my silken folds forcing a soft moan from my lips.

  He lifted his head and smirked. “Now that sound pleases me even more, Miss Burns.” He lowered his head once more and I was lost to sensation.

  There was no gentleness in his actions as he devoured my core with passionate strokes of his tongue down each side of my seam until I was writhing in ecstasy. He suckled my clit almost roughly and I screamed out my pleasure not prepared for how wonderful it felt to be worshipped this way.

  Relentless in his pursuit his fingers spread me even further apart and he continued to indulge in the juices my body was flooding over until I was thrashing my head from side to side in undisguised need. I didn’t care what I tasted like only that he continue pleasing my body with the skill that somehow I knew he was a master of.

  Just when I thought the pleasure couldn’t be any greater he darted his tongue deep inside my chamber and I bucked my hips off the bed. “Oh god!” My core tensed and it was almost painful as he speared me again and again. The floodgates released and I shattered into a world of bliss. He continued his assault until I rode out every wave of pleasure and was trembling with fulfillment like I’d never known before.

  He suckled my clit and the sensation bordered on painful my sex was so sensitive now. I whimpered, tensing and attempting to move away.

  He released my flesh and lifted up my body resting on his outstretched arms above me. Lowering his lips to mine, he kissed me and the taste of my own flavor on him was strange but heady. Lifting his lips, he smiled down on me. “Your pussy was incredible Miss Burns. I will have to feast there more often.”