Realizing he was daydreaming, Mark brought his attention back to the computer screen. He quickly sent a requisition to product development for all six models and called in a massive take-out order to the Italian restaurant on the corner of her street. If he was going to make her work every night, the least he could do was feed her.
Alisa opened the door.
“Ladies’ choice,” Mark said, striding into her apartment with his briefcase in one hand and a large sack cradled in his other arm. “Food first?” He waggled his eyebrows up and down and held up his briefcase. “Or later?”
“Depends on what’s on the menu,” she responded slyly.
“Chicken Parmesan, antipasto salad, tiramisu—”
“That wasn’t the menu I was talking about.” Although the fact that he had brought dessert guaranteed she would do anything he desired.
“Butt plugs,” he said easily, reminding her of the first time she had met Crystal. He set the bag of food on her kitchen counter and walked toward her carrying the briefcase. Her heart began to flutter. She had already changed her panties twice since she had gotten home from work and now they were damp again. He took her hand and pulled her over to the couch, drawing her down into his lap.
He smelled like fresh soap and clean male, and she wanted to lick his neck. Heeding a flash of anxiety, she resisted the urge to melt into his large frame. They had only really known each other for three days, unless their e-mails counted as an introduction. Although they had done quite a few intimate acts together, she shouldn’t want to cuddle with him.
“Everything okay?” he asked, pulling her astride him on the couch. Her jean skirt rode up her thighs, bringing the wet center of her panties in contact with his erection.
She grinned. “I guess I know where you stand on dinner versus other.”
“Not necessarily,” he said mysteriously. “I believe in multitasking.” His hands slid under the back of her skirt and cupped her ass.
“How do you mean?” she gasped.
His fingers flirted with the rim of her panties and then slid underneath to tease the crack of her ass, sliding up and down, not penetrating, but not tickling either, staying right in the middle, giving her just enough sensation to drive her more firmly into his lap. “We could insert the first plug and then have dinner. Unless you think you’ll lose your appetite?” he said.
Her mouth fell open, then shut.
The man was diabolical.
He reached over to open the briefcase. “I brought quite a selection.”
“No kidding.” They were all bright blue, and there were at least a half dozen of them, in varying sizes. Instantly, she was reliving the memory of last night, with his cock swelling in her ass while she longed for more to fill her.
Her hand was drawn to the smallest one first, although the one with the knobs and ridges looked intriguing. Best to start small, she imagined. She moved to get off his lap and gestured down the hall to the bathroom. “Do you want me to go put it, uh—”
“And ruin my fun?” His pale eyes blazed. “No way, Sologirl. Bottoms up.”
He lowered her, face-first, to the couch. She felt she should protest something, but she wasn’t sure what. Her undignified position? His high-handed treatment of her body? Before she could decide, he pushed her skirt up around her waist and pulled her panties down around her knees. She felt cool air on her engorged pussy and shuddered, pressing her forehead into the couch.
His cool finger probed between her butt cheeks and she tensed. “Just lube,” he reassured her. She tried to focus on the sexy sensation of his slippery finger readying her asshole, but couldn’t because her teeth were imbedded in her lower lip. The sharp pain in her lip was distracting.
When the tip of something smooth and hard pressed against her anus, seeking entrance, she flinched automatically. It felt big and she wasn’t ready.
“God, your ass is beautiful,” he said, running his hands from her waist to her knees. “I’m so hard right now, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to sit across from you without attacking you.” She felt his teeth nip her ass and she giggled. His words lit a spark within her and she pressed toward the plug. He groaned louder than she did when it sank into her ass.
His fingers held the plug deep within her while her body involuntarily spasmed around the device, getting used to its girth. His other hand grasped her hip in a bruising grip that aroused her even more than the pressure of the plug. Her pussy began to throb in time with her pulse, and she was certain she would come instantly if he touched her clit, even by accident.
“You have no idea how much I want to flip you over and drive my cock into your pussy,” he said as he pressed his face against her lower back.
“I think you’d better,” she begged. Her breath was escaping in short, panting breaths that did nothing to clear the haze of lights dancing before her eyes. She needed him to fill her, complete her. Now that she knew how much he wanted her, she was ready for anything.
Mark hesitated for a long moment.
Disappointment and frustration shot through her when he dragged her panties over the plug and pulled the hem of her skirt down to her knees. She released her breath with a groan as he raised her slowly to her feet.
Her ass clenched around the plug and her knees buckled. He caught her around the waist with one arm, looking into her face. He tapped his finger gently against her abused lower lip. “Everything okay?”
“Fine, now,” she said breathlessly.
His blue eyes were sober, a little angry. He held her tightly. “You have to tell me if something makes you uncomfortable. I need to know what you are feeling every minute.”
His concern made her heart pound, and that was a dangerous thing. He’s doing his job, she reminded herself. He doesn’t care about me, just the way the toys make me feel.
Alisa reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, desperate to reassure him quickly. She didn’t want him to know that she was discovering DoublePlay required more than kinky toys and a good supply of batteries. He might want to stop and take notes. She whispered in his ear, “I’m enjoying it, I swear. I just wasn’t sure you were.” Damn, she hadn’t meant to say that last bit.
He pressed closer until she could feel his cock, hard against her belly. “You don’t have to worry about me.” He leaned down to drop a light kiss on her lips, but she held him to her mouth, aching for him to finish what he had started. The plug in her ass made her feel breathless and needy. She reached for his belt.
“Down, girl. Isn’t this part of the fun?” He held her a few inches away from his chest, clever hands spreading heat. It took her a moment to realize that she was actually enjoying this crazy state of arousal. Delaying their play was much like delaying her orgasm during masturbation. The eventual satisfaction would be that much sweeter. She was also enjoying his excitement and the way he was looking at her. It made her feel powerful to know that their play was having such an effect on him too.
She allowed him to draw her slowly toward the kitchen, where he washed his hands before taking a seat at her dining room table. He watched her walk back and forth from the kitchen to the table with their dinners. His hot gaze made her feel like she was dinner, and she gloried in it.
“Can I help?” he asked.
“No thanks. I’m enjoying myself.” Her panties rubbed wetly between her thighs. Her nipples brushed back and forth beneath her shirt because she hadn’t bothered with a bra. The friction was exquisite, and she hoped he could see the hard points through her thin shirt.
Finally, she sank down across from him and eased back in her chair. She looked at him from under lowered lashes, feeling dreamy, wet and ready.
If she had thought he looked carved from cold stone the first time she saw him, he looked carved from solid lava rock now. His jaw was hard and his eyes were narrow slits of blue. His hands were clenched into fists. Oh, this was fabulous fun. He looked ready to—
“Nope, can’t do it,” he ground out and pulled her into his
lap, shoving her skirt up and ripping at her panties.
It took effort to still his wrists. “This was your game, buddy. Eat up.” She leaned down to taste his lips. His tongue dueled with hers as if he could persuade her to change her mind by the sheer force of his hard kiss, but she stuck to her guns, gentling his mouth with her lips, talking him off the ledge. He moaned as her mouth whispered teasingly over his, but he surrendered, quieting under her touch.
She smiled and buried her face in his neck, breathing deeply. Her tongue darted out to taste his skin. “Mmm. I can’t imagine what the bumpy plug is going to feel like,” she sighed.
“Neither can I,” he groaned.
She pulled back to give him a quizzical look.
“I’ll be able to feel the bumps,” he explained, chuckling roughly. “When I’m inside you.”
Holy shit. She hadn’t thought of that. Maybe she should reconsider her position on dinner. He eased her slowly off his lap. She shuddered as his fingers sought out the plug through the fabric of her skirt.
She dropped into her seat, bouncing in surprise as the plug landed more deeply in her ass. He chuckled again. She settled back down more carefully, pulling her skirt high on her thighs and spreading her legs as far as her skirt would allow to give the plug more room. He wasn’t laughing anymore, she noticed, feeling smug. She picked up her fork.
“Eat fast, Sologirl,” he said. “I can’t wait for dessert.”
She had no doubt that he wasn’t talking about the tiramisu.
Chapter Twelve
“You’re late,” Beth whispered urgently. “I logged you in and told Irene you were in the ladies room.”
“Thanks.” This wasn’t the first time Beth had saved her in the past month. Late nights with Mark were taking a definite toll on her, but when his eyes lit up like blue flames and he pulled another toy out of his briefcase, she couldn’t resist him.
Last night, he’d carried a chair-sized, paper-wrapped package into her apartment. Sturdy rubber, leopard-print cushions had emerged from the plain brown wrapping—a naughty adults-only Jungle Gym. He had taken the cushions apart and put them back together in every conceivable combination, using Velcro straps to secure them to each other and her to the cushions as he fucked her frontwards, backwards, upside down and sideways. She must have come a dozen times before he tucked her into bed and left her, weak as a newborn kitten.
She had forgotten to set her alarm, which was why she was late this morning, but the walk from the parking lot had also been slow, due the fact that every muscle from her neck down was feeling the effects of orgasm after orgasm crashing through her system.
“Another late night with Mr. Multiple?” Beth asked, curiosity rampant in her sparkling eyes.
“Yeah.” Alisa bit her lip.
“That good?”
She nodded, sighing.
“Then why do you look so damn depressed?” Beth was joking, but Alisa could see concern in her eyes. She didn’t want Beth worried about her, but it was hard to share her feelings, especially when she didn’t want to examine them too closely herself.
“No, he’s good. Great, actually,” Alisa said slowly. “It’s just complicated.” Beth didn’t know about SoloPlay. Or DoublePlay.
How could she explain that she was depressed because Mark anticipated her every desire and met it unfailingly, giving of his hands and lips and cock until she was mute and shaking, unstrung with mind-melting pleasure every night? Most girls would count their blessings if they had a guy who could satisfy their sexual needs so thoroughly. Alisa barely had to shape a thought or a question because Mark was right there with her, reading her body, interpreting her moans, predicting the exact thing that would drive her over the edge of ecstasy. On the rare occasions she had to tell him how to please her, she had discovered it turned her on that much more to give voice to her desires.
With Mark, she’d jumped the hurdle of her reserve like it was nothing more than a crack in the pavement. Every time she thought of him, her pussy began to tingle. She got wet the moment he walked through her apartment door, the moment she thought about him walking through her door. She began a slow burn when he looked at her. When he reached for her, she went up in flames. She was halfway to orgasm before she even saw what toys he had in his briefcase.
So much for being an objective tester for DoublePlay toys—Mark could get her hot by rubbing two sticks together and whistling Dixie. The whole purpose of the DoublePlay line was to arouse partners, but she had discovered that there was more to it than sexual satisfaction derived from toys built for two. Mark’s pleasure increased her own. His erotic responses fueled her arousal in a never-ending synergistic cycle that took her higher and higher each night, and she couldn’t pretend any longer that it was the creative toys Mark brought with him that turned her on.
It was him.
And she was totally screwed.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Beth asked.
Alisa was shocked to find herself tempted. More than tempted, actually. She wanted to share her thoughts, for once. “I can’t tell you here,” she said tentatively.
Beth’s eyes widened. “Coffee shop?”
“Definitely not.” That’s where she had met Eric. “Want to get a drink after work?”
Beth grimaced. “Do we have to wait that long? The curiosity is going to kill me.”
“It’ll be worth the wait,” Alisa promised.
Eight hours later, Beth’s mouth hung open over her untouched margarita. “Four months ago, you’d never had an orgasm and now you have orgasms professionally? You’re getting a monthly paycheck for banging this guy every night? Remind me not to make fun of your research projects.”
Alisa laughed with her. She had thought she’d feel nervous telling Beth about her arrangement with Mark, but it was actually a relief. “So you don’t think I’m a freak?”
“What? No! I’m jealous and I want more details, but, no, I don’t think you’re a freak.” Beth looked thoughtful. “I do think you’re kidding yourself, though.”
“What do you mean?”
“You come in late every day, when you know it drives Irene crazy. You claim you’re using this guy for sex, but you’re mooning around like Taylor Swift after junior prom.” A grin split her lips. “I think you like this guy.”
Alisa concentrated on raising her margarita glass to her lips. The steady gleam in Beth’s eyes told her that she wasn’t going to let this one go. She was on the hunt for information and wouldn’t quit until she found her answer. “Admit it. You like him. How could you not? He’s like Pavlov but with a better buzzer. My God, he’s got you trained to come on command! There’s no way he’s just doing this for his job. Nobody could be that cold. I bet he’s got a thing for you too. You guys have been doing this for how long?”
Alisa did a quick mental calculation. “A month.”
“And you’re seeing him tonight?”
Alisa nodded and glanced at her watch. “In a half an hour.”
Beth nodded decisively. “Tell him how you feel.”
Alisa shook her head. “I can’t. He made it perfectly clear from the very beginning that he didn’t want to test the toys with me, and I forced him. It’s all part of the job to him. He types notes into his laptop while I go to sleep every night. There’s no way I can tell him how I feel about him. It’ll be too depressing when he hands me a paycheck and a pink slip.”
Beth crossed her arms. “What makes you think you get a free pass on crashing and burning? How do you think the rest of us do it? I’ve gone out on a limb plenty of times and gotten the brush-off from a guy I thought was the love of my life. It’s a rite of passage, dearie. What have you got to lose?”
Since that was the kind of thinking that had gotten her into this mess in the first place, Alisa frowned. “My heart? Everything? When we’re together, it’s so fabulous that I can’t think of anything but what he is doing to me and I’ll say anything to get him to keep doing it. Talking about sex is easy now, bu
t feelings? Feelings are a whole different ball game, and I don’t know why—”
“I do,” Beth cut in.
Alisa stared at her. “You do?”
“You’re always talking about how your parents never talk to each other.”
“I am?”
Beth nodded. “It doesn’t sound like they taught you any useful interpersonal communication skills.”
She pursed her lips. “Not so much.”
“Do you really want to follow in their footsteps?”
“No.” Alisa slumped in her seat. “It’s my worst nightmare, but I’m not sure I’m brave enough for the alternative.”
“Sure you are.” Beth’s warm brown eyes encouraged her. “Open up a little. Risk the crash and burn.”
“I was afraid you were going to say that,” she sighed.
Beth gave her a hug. “I’m here if you need me.”
Alisa hugged her back. She put money on the table. “I’ve got to run.”
“Don’t keep Mr. Multiple waiting,” Beth advised.
An hour later, Alisa hung naked, suspended by leather straps, from her thankfully very sturdy bedroom door. Her body was on display, anchored to the door by a secure latticework of tight restraints that crisscrossed her body but left her breasts and pussy bare. Her arms were lashed across a steel suspension bar and fastened at the wrist, and her feet were buckled far apart to another steel bar that hovered six inches off the floor.
“What do you think?” Mark asked. He gave her hips an experimental tug.
She cleared her throat. This was work, she reminded herself, even if the margarita in her empty belly was making it hard to keep her mind on the job. “I’d be a lot more turned-on if I wasn’t afraid the door was going to break. I don’t want to land on my face and break my nose.”
“The door isn’t going to break.”
“Maybe not. But I don’t know that.”
“Hmm. You look turned-on to me,” Mark said. He ran a bold finger through her wet pubic hair and lightly pinched one hard nipple.
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