Sexual Persuasion

by Sinclair, Maryn

  Lowered.

  Wet kisses on her stomach.

  Her heart did a series of back flips―if a heart could actually do that―breaths coming in short bursts. She opened her mouth to speak, then remembered he’d forbidden her, though “stop” was not a word close to leaving her lips. A silent sigh escaped her imagination as she trembled with expectation.

  Alex rested her head on a pillow and now tucked another under her fastened wrists to keep them from bruising against the iron railing. The wrist scarf offered a lot of play, unlike the cuffs Jack used that locked her to the headboard. Alex held both ankles up high and propped a pillow under her buttocks. Why? she wondered. But she couldn’t ask. She wouldn’t. He let down one leg and tied the other to the top of the footboard with the third silk scarf as far to the side as he could, then did the same with the fourth scarf, again protecting her feet with something small and soft. Neckrolls? Tiny throw pillows?

  “Are you comfortable?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Are you frightened?”

  “A little, Sir. It’s the unknown.”

  “Who’s in control now, Charlotte?”

  “You are, Sir.”

  “Your pussy is twitching, isn’t it?”

  “Like crazy.”

  “What did you say?”

  “Sorry, Sir. My pussy is twitching like crazy, Sir.”

  “Do you trust me?”

  “I…I…”

  “Do you?” he pressed.

  She’d heard his demanding tone before. He knew what he wanted. He took what he wanted. And that spiked a bit of fear in her. It also spiked a rush of greedy desire. She didn’t want this to stop. “I think so. Yes, Sir.”

  “Not a resounding vote of confidence, but it’ll have to do.”

  She felt his weight on the bed as he straddled over her head to take her fingers into his mouth, sucking and licking them. One at a time. She never thought someone sucking her fingers could be erotic, but it was. His cock lightly brushed her face, leaving a drop of fluid on her cheek. He wiped it off with one finger and rested it on her lips. She sucked it hungrily, tasting the salty precum. His cock hung over her mouth, teasing her. She wanted to ask for more―beg, like Oliver Twist.

  More, Sir. Please.

  But as soon as she extended her tongue and touched the tip to catch another drop, he moved out of her reach.

  I’ll have you before the night is over. One way or another.

  This was his show, and if he aimed to arouse her, he’d already succeeded. What torturous suspense. What would he do next?

  He moved like a cat down her body, still straddling her sides. The damp tip of his cockhead circled her nipples, leaving his fluid in cool rings―over one nipple, then across to the other. The effect almost drove her off the bed, and would have if she hadn’t been tied down.

  A moan escaped. She couldn’t help it. Then he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. So hard it hurt. A glorious, sensual pain that cut a direct path to her sex. He sucked and bit and flicked his tongue, coating his lips with his own fluids and planting it on her lips with a kiss. The more she tasted of him, the more she wanted.

  “You want me, don’t you?”

  “Oh, yes, Sir. Do whatever you want with me. Just please, Sir. Don’t stop.”

  “Did you say stop?”

  “No!” She almost screamed the word. “No, Sir. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

  Alex growled low in his throat as he lifted her breast to lick the tender underside. She never realized how sensitive the area was and released a moan that could have sounded like pain, but pain was never this delicious.

  Alex lowered even more, to her torso and stomach. He stroked his tongue over her belly, waking every nerve ending, then her hipbone, an area so ultrasensitive she almost begged him to stop before she caught herself. She could barely stay still as contractions pulsed below. She wanted to tell him to go lower, but she couldn’t speak. Alex’s full-on control thrilled her.

  Almost as if he read her mind, he said, “Who’s in control, Charlotte?”

  “You are, Sir, but I can’t wait. Please.”

  “Then come. You’ll come again. I promise.”

  Charlotte didn’t want to tell him that she’d never come twice with anyone. Never. Then he moved to her pussy, skirting around her clitoris with his tongue but not touching it. Christ, he was evil. This was torture. Divine torture. He played with her for a long time, licking and nibbling, but never touching the tip of her.

  He maneuvered on the bed. She couldn’t figure out his position until he settled between her legs, facing her. For a moment she felt nothing. No touch. No tongue prying into her raised opening. Nothing. Then he burrowed beneath her and lapped the tender area between her vagina and anus, but not the anus.

  The sound rose up from deep within her, almost a mewl. The effect was mind-blowing. She writhed and twisted, but the restraints limited her.

  Jack liked anal sex. She never had, and Alex didn’t go there other than a gentle probe with his finger while he licked her clit in unison, almost sent her into orbit. The spasms started like the slow revving of an engine, gaining momentum, rocking through her like a tumultuous squall. Soft moans grew louder and stronger as the contractions jolted her into rhythmic thrusts of her hips until her climax exploded uncontrollably.

  Alex didn’t stop. Neither did her orgasm as his tongue worked harder and deeper into her vagina, replaced by one finger, then two. Another wave of ecstasy surged, and she came again. And again. She couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. Sweat covered every inch of her body. She wanted to touch him, to hold him, but she couldn’t. She didn’t know how long he kept going. It seemed like hours, no, years, but when he stopped, it seemed like seconds. And in her ecstatic state, she hadn’t realized Alex had moved.

  Where was he? She listened for a sound, heard him breathing hard. Felt him free the scarves from her legs. He placed her ankles on his shoulders, clasped her hips, and directed his hard, thick cock into her soaking wet pussy.

  “Fuck me, Sir,” she said, knowing she was breaking the rules. She didn’t care. Not about anything but accepting him into her. “Hard. I want you hard.” As if he had to be told.

  “And hard you’re going to get, my lovely Charlotte.”

  In her darkness, the sound of Alex’s rough, husky voice excited her even more. How had he lasted so long? He plunged into her―deep, forceful thrusts, opening her. Fireworks and rockets went off in her brain as he took her, and another series of contractions from deep inside rumbled through her like a runaway freight train. Never before two orgasms, and now what? Three, four, five?

  They peaked in unison, damp skin slapping against each other amid a wild cacophony of primal grunts and groans. If her heart burst through her skin this minute, she would die happy.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Trust Is More than a Word

  Alex untied the remaining two scarves and removed all the pillows, then curled up next to her. Sweat covered his hot, slick body, redolent with his fragrance. His face flushed a dark burnished copper; his iridescent eyes twinkled from the reflection of the lamp’s dim glow.

  “Thank you for trusting me,” he said.

  She moved into him and pecked his cheek. “Thank you for not breaking the trust. Sir.”

  “The sir bit is over. I don’t want to be your Dom, and I don’t want you to me my sub. I only wanted to prove that you could trust me not to cross the line. A little extreme maybe, but it was fun and great sex.”

  “You also made a promise. A quid pro quo of sorts.”

  “Yes, I didn’t forget, but I hope you’ll give me a little more time. Not because I don’t want to tell you but because I have some things to take care of first.”

  “Which is why you’re taking me home?”

  “Yes. That and I want to give you some breathing room.”

  “Is that a way of saying you need to give yourself space?”

  Alex looked off into a da
rk corner of the room. “No. Let’s say I know what it’s like to be unable to breathe. I don’t want that to happen to you.”

  Charlotte’s pulse ratcheted up a notch as Alex revealed another telling fact. She smothered the temptation to push it. He’d promised to tell her, and she’d wait until he did. Was this another small recognition of her trust?

  He tugged her closer so that she fit into him like a piece of a puzzle. “But I promise I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. Just not tonight. So how about an after-sex nightcap and an after-night sexcap, then I’ll take you home?”

  “I like the last part. A lot.”

  ~~~~~

  Even over the phone, Alex could tell Gianni pouted. It was an attitude he’d become too familiar with.

  “But I had a nice dinner planned,” Gianni said. “Now you’re telling me you can’t come?”

  “I told you I needed to study at the library tonight.”

  “I thought you’d change your mind because I promised to make the tilapia-stuffed-with-shrimp dish you like so much.”

  Gianni’s feelings for Alex were much more intense than the reverse, and Alex began to feel pressured. “You hear what you want, Gianni, because I specifically said I’d be busy tonight. If you insist on making it, wrap it up and save it for me.”

  “It’s not the same. Shrimp gets rubbery and tough if you reheat it.”

  “Well, make it another night if it’s that important to you.”

  “I thought it would be important to you.”

  Alex wanted to slam down the phone. This went on a couple of times a week. He had a heavy course load and needed to study to keep up, not to mention projects that needed his attention. He couldn’t rearrange everything to suit Gianni. “We need to talk, Gianni, but I don’t want to do it over the phone.”

  “We can talk over dinner.”

  “Not tonight. Tomorrow.”

  “You’re making my life difficult,” Gianni said. “But okay. Tomorrow. I’ll make the dinner tomorrow.”

  Alex hung up. He rubbed his temples. This wasn’t working out at all. Gianni was suffocating him. Ever since Gianni’s roommate moved in with his girlfriend, Gianni wanted to spend all his free time with Alex. When their free times didn’t coordinate, Gianni thought that he should be Alex’s priority. Well, it didn’t work that way, and Alex needed to make it clear. He’d done that in the past, but his lover refused to understand his need for independence. Gianni said he understood, but he didn’t.

  Alex hadn’t planned to fall in love when he met Gianni six months ago. It just happened. Then things changed, and now even the sex had lost its excitement. He was ready to move on. To what, he didn’t know. But now he had a problem, and he didn’t know how to handle it.

  He went off to the Harvard law library to meet a classmate―a sharp gal from Upstate New York. She was also pretty, in a natural, unadorned way. She waved to him when he arrived, and they immersed themselves in quiet discussion. Alex gave little thought to Gianni until he looked up after a couple of hours and saw him standing there.

  “So this is what you call studying?” Gianni said. “Huddled close to a date?”

  Alex sat with his mouth open, horrified that Gianni had come to the library to check him out. His study partner, Callie Davis, didn’t know what to think and excused herself to go to the ladies’ room.

  Alex’s controlled voice belied the rage festering within. “How dare you check up on me, Gianni. We are not at that place where you have the right.”

  “No? I think I have every right.”

  His voice carried enough that other students turned around. Alex got up to face him. He stood two inches taller, at six-two, and bent down to speak in Gianni’s ear. “You leave now, or you’ll never see me again. Do. You. Understand?”

  The color drained from Gianni’s beautiful face. His mouth opened, but nothing came out.

  “Do you?” Alex repeated.

  “Yes, Alex. I’m sorry.”

  “Now go, and don’t ever do this to me again. I said we’d talk tomorrow, and we will. Good night.”

  Gianni looked like a little boy chastised by his father. Callie returned to the table, and Gianni slunk away.

  “I’m sorry, Alex,” Callie said. “I didn’t want to get in the middle of whatever you have going with him.”

  “I’m the one who’s sorry. He’s been after me since we met in a bar a few months ago. It’s almost like he’s stalking me.” Alex felt like a shit for explaining away a man who’d been his lover as if he were some deranged pervert, but he didn’t want word to spread that he was gay or even bi. He hadn’t come to terms with the fact himself and wondered if the sexual identity he’d established with Gianni would become his future.

  “Is he a student at Harvard?” Callie asked.

  “No. MIT.”

  “Then you should let them know. You can’t tell about these nutcases, although this one looked like a Greek god. A guy who looks like that can get anyone he wants. Hell, I’d bite if he weren’t gay. Maybe he’s bi.” She stopped as if something popped into her mind. “Hey, you’re not gay, are you? I mean if you are, that’s fine. I didn’t think so, but you never know.”

  He looked her straight in the eye. “No, I’m not gay.”

  “Good, because I’ve always wanted to do more with you than study, but you always seem so aloof.”

  Was he? He’d been told that before. Alex looked at Callie. She was tiny and appealing, and he found himself aroused. “Well, I guess we’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?”

  “Absolutely.”

  * * * * *

  The answering machine blinked five messages when Alex got home. He listened. All were from Gianni. They sounded desperate as he begged forgiveness for being so intrusive and demanding. Alex didn’t want to deal with him tonight. He needed to think how to extricate himself from the relationship. How different could it be from breaking up with a woman?

  The phone rang again. He listened to the message and picked up while Gianni pleaded for Alex to call him back. Otherwise, he’d call all night long.

  “I just got home,” Alex said.

  “I acted like such a bitch. I don’t know what got into me. Forgive me?”

  “I won’t talk about this tonight. Go to bed. I’ll call you tomorrow after my classes. We’ll have dinner.”

  “Okay, Alex. I promise I’ll never do anything like that again.”

  ~~~~~

  Alex nestled in the corner of the sofa. Charlotte sat between his legs, her back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her naked body. He had poured amaretto over ice for Charlotte, a glass straight up for him, and they drank as they watched the blinking lights of Boston’s skyline.

  “You were so quiet,” she said. “What were you thinking?”

  His thoughts had run away from him again. He knew why now. For the first time in all the years since Gianni, he was facing his past so he could move on. “How perfect life can be sometimes.”

  “Is it?”

  “Uh-huh. Good dinner, erotic sex, winding down with a nice cordial, and the warmth of a special person close to me.” Her hand stroked his thigh. It didn’t take much for her to arouse him.

  “And scenery to take one’s breath away.” She put her glass on the table and turned around onto her knees to face him. “I promised myself I would do this before the night was over. Now that I know for sure you’re taking me home, this is the perfect opportunity. Remember our sexcap?”

  A warm smile played across her lips, and he put all thoughts of his past away to enjoy the moment. “I won’t argue. It would cap off a perfect evening.” He lifted her toward him. “Come here.”

  She shimmied up on her knees. “Yes, Sir.”

  He put his hands on her cheeks and brought her face to his in a soft meeting of their lips. A faint trace of Opium on her neck mixed with a whiff of something fruity in her hair and the unique musky scent of female sexual arousal. He reached for her pubic mound, but she shook her head an
d retreated.

  After getting off the sofa, she placed a soft, down-filled cushion under his neck in such a way that his head tilted forward so he could watch what she did. She sat at his feet and began massaging her breasts, pulling and twisting her nipples, offering them to him, but purposely out of his reach, not that he stretched to touch her. He didn’t. He figured she planned to give him a taste of the erotic torment she’d received earlier, when he let his cock dangle near but out of her oral reach. Of course, he endured a similar torment too.

  Charlotte seemed to delight in the obvious tightening of his balls, the incremental hardening of his cock in slow, erotic pulses. Alex took as much pleasure in that as he did from the glorious sensation in his groin. A satisfying sexual encounter entailed taking as much as giving, being pleasured as well as pleasuring. It consisted of a full buffet of the senses: touch, smell, taste, sight, and sound.

  Her hands glided over the soft, luscious iridescence of her skin, down her torso to her pussy. Three fingers caressed her mound, eliciting low, singsong hums from her throat. Alex was so turned on he reached for his cock, resulting in a finger-wagging from Charlotte.

  As if she read his thoughts, she spread saliva on her lips to moisten them and now set her attention on his erection. With her hand gently encircling his shaft, she slowly wanked him. He almost had to sit on his hands, but she robbed him of control when she captured them and held them down as she bent over to enclose her lips around his glans. The glorious liquid sensation had him groaning. The teasing of her tongue. The sensual, steady lapping down the underside to his balls and up again. Down and again. His hips rocked with her motion.

  The divine torment, he thought, as he threw back his head and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he caught the slight upward tilt of her head and her eyes flashing him the equivalent of a wicked grin. He nodded his satisfaction, smiled back, and closed his eyes again as the delicious consummation of her cock sucking surfaced like the built-up pressure of a volcano. She drank him, licking the residue off his tip when he finally breathed a contented sigh. He pulled her up on top of him, aware the kettle-drum beating of his heart must be audible.