Descended (The Red Blindfold Book 3)

by Rose Devereux

  She slid a slender hand over the bulge in my pants. “I think we should take care of that before we go to dinner. Otherwise you might maul me in public.”

  “That’s a given either way,” I said, “but absolutely – let’s take care of it. Right after you model your dress for me.”

  “Shouldn’t it be a surprise, like a wedding dress?”

  “We’re trying to stop me from mauling you in public, remember? The more time I have to get used to you, the better.”

  She shot me a skeptical look. “We only have an hour.”

  “By the time I’m finished with you it’s going to feel like three days.”

  “Promises, promises.”

  I smacked her lightly on the ass. “Dress for me while I shower. I can’t wait to see how you look.”

  I went to the master bathroom and tried to wash off the day, the video-conference calls, the meetings with lawyers, the negotiations over leases and zoning laws. By the time I was finished I’d gotten rid of every trace of stress, except for one thing: the absolute certainty that I was in the process of fucking up with Jane, and fucking up badly.

  Old habits died hard. Especially when they came wrapped in packages disguised as a very sexy, bright, and interesting woman.

  All day something had nagged at me.

  It wasn’t that Jane wanted more time, but how willing I was to give her all the time in the world. How ready I was to shove everything else aside. I’d even invited her to Scott’s dinner without a thought for how we’d pull it off. Me and the gorgeous stranger with no background – brilliant. Just what I needed with Scott watching my every move now that Elijah was on the loose and the company needed an infusion of cash to expand.

  Another complication. Another situation I couldn’t control.

  Too bad I couldn’t control my lust for Jane either.

  When I got out of the shower I got a hard, unexpected jolt of it. Jane in jeans and a simple dress was cock-stiffening enough, but in stilettos, black stockings, and a garter belt, she was fucking unfair.

  “Ruby thought I needed lingerie, too,” Jane said.

  “She was absolutely right,” I said. “But…Christ. I didn’t know my assistant had such a naughty streak.”

  “Oh, you’d be surprised.”

  In the last fifteen minutes, Jane had made herself up and the results were a knockout. Her eyes seemed bluer than ever rimmed with dark liner, and shiny red lipstick made her look like she’d just finished sucking something. Something like, well…me.

  “Jesus,” I said. “I’m a goner.”

  She turned and gave me that wide, disarming smile. She wasn’t self-conscious or even flirty, she was just pure her. Sex and sweetness to the core. No wonder I couldn’t do what was right anymore. I couldn’t even think straight.

  “What’s with the panties?” I said, hearing how gruff and impatient I sounded.

  She looked at her tiny silk G-string in the mirror. “What do you mean?”

  “Did I give you permission to wear those?”

  Her lips parted. I’d surprised her, and I liked it. “No. I didn’t think I had to ask permission.”

  I dried off my chest impatiently. “I said I wanted you to dress for me, not dress while I wasn’t looking. You’ve put almost everything on and I didn’t get to see it.”

  “I’ll…take them off, then.”

  “Yes, you will,” I said. “You’ll do it right now, starting with the panties.”

  “Are you angry?”

  “If I’m angry, you won’t need to ask. Now undress. Slowly.” Maybe it was the stress of work, or four days of Jane being off-limits, but all my dominant instincts were battling their way to the surface.

  Eyes on me, hair falling over her shoulder, she bent and pulled the panties to her ankles. “You mean, like that?” she asked, and bit her full lower lip.

  It was all I could do not to grab her and haul her straight to bed. “All the way off,” I said. “You’ll put them back on when I tell you to. If I tell you to.”

  It had been a long time since I’d made a woman truly submit to me. If I didn’t feel intense attraction, then the urge to dominate wasn’t there. Ordinary sex would suffice, because I couldn’t be bothered with anything deeper, or more intimate.

  But with Jane, it had been different from the word go. I’d tried to treat her gently at the beginning, but my patience was at an end. I was one come-hither look from roping her to my bed and giving her the fuck of her life. And mine.

  “If you think I’m going to a formal dinner without panties, think again,” she said, stepping out of the G-string.

  She held it up for my inspection. From three feet away I could see a streak of sticky wetness across the cotton center. Now I was not just achingly hard, I was salivating, famished for her drenched pussy. I had to taste her, use my tongue to possess every inch of her.

  “No panties, no date – is that what you’re saying?”

  “Damn right.” Panty-free, pussy slick and glistening, she leaned her hands back against the edge of the sink. “Do we have a deal?” she asked, crossing her steep stilettos at the ankle. “Or don’t we?”

  I dropped my towel to the floor. Her eyes flickered down to my very thick, very hard cock. Sure, I was proud of it – always had been. But tonight I was absolutely arrogant about it. No man could give her the pleasure I could, I didn’t care who he was.

  “Yes, we have a deal,” I said. “We have my deal.”

  “Which is?” she asked huskily.

  “Whatever I say, goes.”

  Her pale brown eyebrows went up. “Did I agree to this deal?”

  “Your beautiful pussy certainly did, and that’s good enough for me.”

  “I guess my body has a mind of its own,” she said.

  “A very dirty one, apparently.”

  I stopped six inches away from her, not touching, just relishing the differences between us. I was a good seven inches taller, and hard where she was soft. My hands were big and rough, hers long-fingered and delicate. I knew as soon as I saw them braced behind her on the sink what I wanted her to do with them.

  “Touch yourself,” I said.

  “What?”

  “You heard me.”

  “Is that an order?”

  “I don’t waste words,” I said, feeling the heat rising off her skin. Her nipples were pink and engorged, so ripe to be squeezed that my fingers twitched.

  She looked down at herself, her long mascaraed lashes blinking twice. “You’ll have to be more specific than that if you want me to obey you.”

  Obey you. If she kept talking that way we’d never make it out of the bathroom, let alone to dinner.

  “Touch your breasts,” I said.

  “Like…how?” she asked.

  “The way you would if I weren’t here, and you were thinking about me.”

  “About you?”

  “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about me when you’re alone.”

  Her cheeks glowed. “Of course I have.”

  “Then you know what to do.”

  Still facing me, she began to raise her hands.

  “No,” I said, taking her by the shoulders and turning her toward the full-length mirror on the wall. “Like that.”

  I stood behind her, watching her watch herself. Slowly, she trailed her fingers up her sides to her breasts and covered them with her palms. “Are you sure you want to see this?” she asked in a quiet, seductive voice.

  I slipped my hands around her curvy waist and let her feel my cock against her bare ass. “Want isn’t the word, Blue Eyes. This is need.”

  “In that case, it would be cruel to deny you.”

  “More than cruel. Torture.”

  With gentle stroking motions she caressed herself, slipping her fingers along the porcelain undersides of her breasts and up across her nipples. They stood even higher now, so pink they were almost red. I couldn’t wait to suck them, bite them gently until she gushed with excitement.

 
“Pinch your nipples,” I said. “Tell me how it feels.”

  Using her thumbs and forefingers, she followed my instructions. “It feels amazing, especially with you watching me.”

  “Define amazing,” I said, squeezing her waist tightly.

  “They’re so sensitive,” she almost whispered. “I feel it in my chest and all the way to my clit.”

  “To your clit? So it makes you wet.”

  “Yes,” she admitted. “Very.”

  “I’ll have to take your word for it, because I’m not going to touch you.”

  Her eyes were wide and needy in the mirror. “Ever?”

  “I might, when I can’t stop myself,” I said. “That could be in ten minutes, it could be in two days.”

  “I’m betting on ten minutes,” she said, and slipped a finger over her tongue. She ran her wet fingertip across one nipple and then the other, letting her head fall back against my shoulder.

  If I make it even that long, I thought, slipping my shaft between the soft, firm cheeks of her ass. It was insane how perfectly we fit together. If I let myself think about bending her over and taking her like this – but I wouldn’t. Because then ten minutes would be a real stretch.

  “Does that feel good?” I asked, watching her rub her nipples in short, quick strokes.

  “Not as good as your tongue,” she said, raising her head to look at me in the mirror.

  “You like it when I suck your nipples, don’t you?”

  “So much,” she said, tilting her ass back against me. I could feel the heat of her pussy just a few inches from the tip of my cock. It had been less than a minute and already I was losing the war.

  I might like to think I had all the power, but I had none. I couldn’t even control my responses, when usually I had iron-clad restraint. Whatever I didn’t want to feel, I didn’t feel.

  But Jane was too damn tempting. It was like she’d been designed to break me down.

  “Goddamn dinner party,” I muttered. “Why tonight?”

  My hands itched to feel her wetness, to cover my fingers with it and smear it across her flat belly. Sticky, warm, sweet as honey. I wanted to tease her, make her beg for me, but she’d wrecked my willpower. All it had taken was her pretty nipples and a full-length mirror.

  I was hard as a rock and too aroused to be gentle. When I pushed my hand between her legs from behind and thrust two fingers inside her, I was playing rough and I knew it.

  She gasped, a cross between pleasure and surprise. “You said you wouldn’t touch me,” she said.

  “I lied.” Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I pulled her head back and took her mouth hard. We’d never had a kiss that wasn’t intense, but this was crazy.

  As I plundered her mouth she whimpered, a hot, submissive sound that made me growl in response. Fuck control. Fuck dinner. If we made it, we made it. If I gave her my cock all night instead, that was a lot better.

  Mouths wide open, we licked and sucked each other’s tongues. As if I weren’t hard enough, blood pounded through my veins, making me bigger and stiffer than I’d been in my life.

  “Are you hungry for me?” I asked, sliding my lips across her silky smooth jaw.

  “Starving,” she whispered. “Ravenous.”

  “Then show me,” I said, pushing her to her knees. “Show me exactly how ravenous you are.”

  Kneeling on the plush bath mat, I took Drex’s cock in my hands. It was so impressively huge and hard, I could only stare at it.

  “Is that all for me?” I asked, looking up at him.

  “Every big inch,” he said with a smile so sinful my stomach turned over. Shopping, champagne, and now Drex standing in front of me like an aroused Greek god. This was turning into the best day I could imagine.

  I kissed his hard belly, hips, and strongly-muscled thighs. Every time I got close to his cock he sucked in a breath through his teeth.

  “You’re teasing me,” he said with a groan of frustration.

  “Two can play at that game,” I said. “Didn’t you know?”

  “My mistake,” he said, and let out a deep sigh. I was definitely doing something right, even if it was driving him mad.

  His skin tasted clean, male, and unbelievably sexy. It was like licking pheromones off his skin with every flick of my tongue.

  I took him into my mouth and slid my lips back and forth, taking as much of him as I could manage. I sucked the tip, stopping to kiss his heavy, smooth-skinned balls. “Fuck, yes,” he moaned. He pushed his fingers through my hair and grabbed the back of my head. Pulling me toward him, he drove himself forcefully into my mouth until I could hardly breathe.

  “God, you’re incredible,” he muttered in a low, rumbling growl. “That feels so fucking good.”

  The more he liked it, the more I didn’t want to stop. I held the wide base of his cock and squeezed until he was like steel in my mouth.

  “Does it make you wet to suck me?” he asked.

  I looked up at him. “It excites me so much.”

  “Give me a taste,” he said. “Right now. Touch your pussy and feed it to me.”

  His eyes seared into mine, and I couldn’t look away. Still holding his cock, I slipped my other hand between my legs and ran a finger through my juices. I couldn’t repress a high little moan.

  His big, strong hands cupped my face. “Is your finger good and wet?”

  “It’s drenched,” I whispered.

  “Make it wetter,” he ordered. “Touch your clit. Rub it for me.”

  I rubbed, and touched, and covered my fingers with my own sticky warmth. I could hardly keep my eyes open from the pleasure of my hand against my swollen clit. “That’s good,” he said. “Now let me lap it up.”

  I stood slowly and offered him my juices. Opening his mouth, he sucked and licked my fingers clean. “You’re incredible,” he said, holding my wrist tightly. “I can’t get enough.”

  Tongue slick with my wetness, he licked his lips. “I could live on this,” he said. He kissed me, letting me taste myself on his tongue and lips. “You’re delicious, aren’t you?”

  I couldn’t deny it. “Yes.”

  “Yes, you are. You’re like candy, only sexier.”

  Sliding his hand down my thigh, he pulled out the strap of my garter and snapped it against my skin. “You’re too damn hot in that,” he said. “I’m going to have to bend you over right here.”

  I liked the sound of “have to.” He was clearly in charge, but I still had plenty of power of my own.

  Taking me by the arm, he positioned me at the sink. “Get ready,” he said. “You’re about to take a very big cock from behind.”

  Watching him in the mirror, I leaned my hands on the vanity and planted my feet apart. His face contorted with raw, masculine lust. Jaw set, he grabbed me firmly by the hips.

  “On second thought,” he said, “pretty as this picture is, it’s not quite right. Don’t move a muscle.” He wrapped a towel around his waist and disappeared into the bedroom.

  When he let me go, it felt like I’d lost part of myself. I couldn’t wait for him to come back and claim me again. If he left me like this much longer, I’d have to go after him. There was no way we weren’t finishing what we started.

  He returned with long piece of red silk. “What’s that for?” I asked.

  “You have to ask?” I waited for him to smile or show some sign that this was all a lighthearted game, but he didn’t. His mouth was pursed and his eyes were glittering. “Hands behind your back,” he commanded.

  “What if I refuse?”

  “You won’t.”

  I almost wanted to just to see his response. So far I’d caved in to every demand, and he wasn’t giving an inch. Unless you counted, well –

  “Do what I asked,” he said. “Now.”

  I threaded my fingers behind my back. He was not taking no for an answer.

  “Now keep them there.”

  He walked around me in a slow circle. I could feel his eyes sweeping over me, turning m
y skin hot and my cheeks bright red. He’d been demanding before, but this was something else.

  How tightly would he tie my wrists? If I knew Drex, he didn’t play around. I wouldn’t escape until he was good and ready to let me go.

  Suddenly I felt smooth, cool silk slide over my eyes. Well, I’d be damned – he wasn’t going to tie my wrists after all.

  I slid my fingers apart and raised them to my face.

  “Did I tell you to move your hands?” he barked.

  “No,” I answered.

  “Behind your back, Jane. Again.”

  Hm. There was something very tempting about disappointing Drex. I could see why he’d been so successful, and why so many women had gone wild for him. The definition of alpha male was tying a good, strong knot behind my head so I couldn’t see what he was about to do to me.

  His touch was unexpectedly gentle on my waist, sliding from hips to ribs and back again. “Dangerous curves,” he muttered. “Absolutely deadly.”

  “Better be careful,” I whispered.

  “Or what?”

  “I told you what I did to that trucker,” I said. “You figure it out.”

  He spun me around and crushed my mouth under his. I couldn’t remember my first kiss, but I sure could remember my last, and it was so hot, wet, and sexy, I was burning up.

  “Fuck me,” I said against his lips. “Please.”

  “Wow. I think you like that blindfold.”

  “What gave you that idea?”

  “This.” He slid a finger between my legs. I gasped and moaned. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but sweet Jesus, could I feel it.

  “Dead giveaway, huh?” I said.

  “Yup.”

  He leaned me back against the sink and raised my left knee. In a second he was inside me, his whole length ripping into my pussy at once. He pushed a hand between my legs and captured my clit between his fingers, thrusting and stroking at the same time.

  “Oh, God…”

  Nothing else mattered but that delectable burn of bliss. Touching me, not touching me – no matter what he was doing, I was his.

  “Drex,” I said, my breath hitching.

  It was all too fast. He felt way too good, too soon. His rippling muscles, masculine scent, and thick shaft were more than I could take. Only five rough strokes and I’d already lost myself. A sharp tingle started at the nape of my neck and spread to my toes, making me cry out and buck against him. He was ruining me, tearing my control to shreds.