by Karen Anders
“Oh, no. Tonight I’m the one in charge.”
Digging deep for control, she placed her hand against the heavy wall of his chest to keep all that male charisma within a manageable distance. His eyes, gleaming with sharp desire, looked like variegated tiger’s eyes, light on the edges darkening toward the lustrous center. “You’ll have to let go tonight, Jericho. Give yourself over to me. Tonight you’re mine to entice.”
“Am I?” He grinned.
The smile flashed, stirring her blood, making her sigh and fight against letting him take over. She was one lightweight if she’d let him seduce her with his amazing smile and devastating eyes. She had to be strong, commanding. No shy acquiescence for her tonight.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been this intrigued in my life. Exactly what do you have in store for me?”
“And ruin my surprise. Oh, I don’t think so. You’ll find this surprise very…delicious,” she teased.
“Come on, tell me, Kate.”
She danced out of his reach and shook her head. “Nope. And if you keep fooling around, you won’t get it at all.”
“And I want to get it?”
“Oh, yes. You’ll want this very much. Before we go any further, I need to ask you to trust me. In all that I do tonight, I only want your pleasure. Can you do that?”
His permission meant so much to her. She wanted him to trust her implicitly.
He settled his hands on his hips and studied her face. The raging desire in his eyes softened. “Do your best, Kate. I trust you.”
“Total control is what I want.” She raised her chin, feeling powerful in her demand. But she needed to do this, had to have full control of the vibrant man in front of her. Nothing less would do.
The wicked ideas she had played around with in her mind for years required that he give his assent for her to go forward.
“You’re really starting to turn me on in a big way, Kate. Your confidence is extremely sexy.”
“Letting me explore my sexuality is your doing.” She felt invincible, on the edge of discovery, and she wanted to take that plunge with the man in front of her. “It takes a strong man to be willing to relinquish control.”
“And it takes a strong woman to get him to do so. I am your slave.”
A triumphant feeling settled in her chest, curving her lips into a self-satisfied smile. “Time for fun and games, then.” She put her hand flat against his chest. “Starting now, you cannot touch me without my permission and be assured that I will not always give you permission. You on the other hand, I can explore all night if I wish.”
His wicked laugh settled into her pores, permeated her skin, shot heat and pleasure through her. He was by far the baddest man she’d ever met, sure in his masculinity, tough and fair and sexy as hell. She already wanted him to take her, but she pushed that need aside. Another time. Tonight was to prove to herself that Sister Kate was gone.
She showed him her back. “Unlace my dress,” she ordered, and soon felt the warmth of his fingers as he untied the ends of the laces, releasing the pressure of the dress against her shoulders and collarbone. She leaned back against him and reached up to twine her arms around his neck. “Take it off.”
From his vantage point she was aware that he could see her cleavage and he’d get the full view of her lacy bustier. His breathing increased. She could feel his chest expand and the material slipped off her shoulders, down over her breasts to pool at her waist.
His hands poised to touch her, then he remembered her edict.
“Kate, may I touch you?”
“No. Now push the dress off my hips and let it fall to the floor.”
His hands encased her hips, she watched as he cupped her, taking full advantage of her order. She chose this particular dress for the silky texture of the material. Jericho’s senses would be heightened by the feel of the material against his palms, make him even more desperate to touch her skin.
As the dress slipped off her waist and over her hips, the glorious slide of material caressed her body all the way to the floor. It was an exquisite sensation to have Jericho undress her like this.
“Kate,” he said, his body shaking with the desire she could almost sense in the air.
“No.”
He sighed. She moved away from him, bending over to give him the full view of her bottom with only the tiny heart cutout nestled in the small of her back. He groaned and she smiled. Perfect.
She rose and turned. His eyes swept down her body, taking in the bustier, the scrap of black lace at the juncture of her thighs and the garter belt around her waist, supporting the black stockings against her taut calves and thighs.
Dangling the dress from her curled fingers, she held it out to him. “Hang this up. There’s a hanger on the bed.”
It was a ploy to make him wait, to let the anticipation build; calling attention to the bed also heightened his desire to lay her across it to slake his desire. Need coiled in her groin, but she overcame her sudden desire to strip him and have her way with him.
She walked around to the side of the bed while he hung the dress in his closet. It looked exotic there, like a sapphire-plumed bird among plain dark brown, blue and tan hens. So feminine and delicate surrounded by his masculine clothes.
He turned toward her, the fire in his eyes raging.
“Come here,” she whispered, running her fingers along the footboard and across the brocade bedspread. With her other hand she pulled out the pins in her hair so that it came tumbling around her shoulders all the way down her back, past her butt. When she moved her head she gave him a tantalizing peek-a-boo at the black lace heart and her bottom.
Jericho growled and she could feel the heat of his body as he came up behind her. She set the pins on the end table and took a brush.
She reached back and handed it to him. “Brush my hair.”
He took the brush and started at her left temple, dragging it slowly, seductively, through her hair. She shivered and felt his awareness against her back like a lick of flame. He brushed her hair methodically, his fingers grazing her temple. Strong, masculine hands that were very good at holding a woman, stroking, caressing. Every stroke seemed intimate beyond her belief.
“Can I press myself against you?” he asked.
His words were soft and needy. Desire flared in her hot and urgent. “Yes,” she replied.
His lower body pressed up against her softly rounded buttocks. His heat scorched her. She could feel the hardness of his arousal press into her, and an aching need tied her stomach in knots, sent a rush of heat over her exposed skin and sparked a fire that began to burn.
He lifted her heavy hair off her left shoulder, pushing the mass aside. The brush stilled.
“Can I kiss your neck?”
“Yes,” she replied on barely a breath. Then she felt his lips on the curve of her neck and heat burst through her. Right now everything seemed as it should be. God help her, but she desired him, his touch, his body. His mouth moved to the top of her shoulder and she dipped her shoulder down away from his lips.
She wanted to turn around and throw her arms around his neck, tell him with words and lips that she desired him more than any man in her life.
He went back to her hair.
His fingertips brushed along her scalp, sending little prickles of heat into her neck as he gathered her hair together. With deft movements, he finished, taking every opportunity to touch her skin all the way down her back. The rogue.
She turned without warning and grabbed at his hips, shoving his buttocks against the edge of the bed. She placed her hand flat in the center of his chest and slid her palm down, her fingers wisping over his rib cage and hard-ridged abdomen. She didn’t linger, and he gave a primal groan of pleasure as her fingers pressed against the thick ridge of his erection straining against the tux pants.
His body jerked in response when she stroked him, and it was all she could do not to drag his pants over his hips and put her mouth on him. “Now let’s take a good
look at this tattoo you’ve got.”
Taking the same route as her palm, her mouth pressed against his chest, openmouthed, her tongue sliding down until she reached the waistband of his pants.
“Kate…”
“No.”
“You’re killing me.”
“Oh, Jericho, we’ve only just begun.”
He groaned at that. She undid the button and zipper of the pants and hooked her thumbs around the black briefs, sliding them over his hips, down his legs and off. Discarding the pants, she went to her knees in front of him. The tattoo was simple, done in black lines in a form of a wishbone. “That is so damn sexy.”
She grasped his erection and moved it slightly so she could see better. Jericho was breathing hard, and she was sure he was battling his urge to touch her. While she slowly moved her hand up and down his shaft, she leaned forward and traced the pattern with her tongue.
Jericho swore and she’d never heard him use that word before. A rush of power and awareness sizzled through her.
She rose and stepped away from him. He looked so deliciously handsome standing there in the throes of his desire. She just wanted to stare, but she saw the impatience there, too, and she didn’t want to be thrown to the mattress and ravished. She had other plans.
“Remove my shoes,” she said softly. He took a deep breath and knelt down. Grasping her ankle in his big hands he removed first one sexy sandal then the other.
“Do you know how to…”
He surged up her body and grasped one of the garters; with a flick of his fingers it was loose. She gasped as he moved around her, easily releasing the other garters. The sleek slide of his cock against her stomach, silken torture.
With both hands she pushed him onto the bed and raised her leg. With deliberate slowness, she slid the silk stocking down her leg and off her foot. Mimicking the motion with her other leg, she said, “Lie back.” He did as she asked.
She climbed onto the side of the bed, careful not to straddle him. He looked as if he was so close to the edge of losing it. Taking his wrists in her hands, she tied him to the bed.
Running her palms along the hard slope of his shoulders and down over his chest, she straddled him.
The sight of him bound sent a rush of insidious heat settling in her groin.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his mouth up to hers to give him a carnal, mind-blowing kiss. With just the pressure of her mouth, she coaxed him to part his lips and her tongue slipped inside to mesh with his. Her fingers wove through the hair at the nape of his neck, her breasts compressed against his chest, one slipping out of the bustier, her nipple abrading his hot skin. She moaned against his lips, the carnal mating of their mouths generated enough heat to make them both come apart.
She ripped her mouth free of his and scooted off the bed. He turned his head, his eyes glazed and burning from desire. She’d always wanted to do this. It was a powerful fantasy to strip for him.
She cupped her unclad breast and slid her hand to the peak, twisting her nipple into a hard peak. A low moan slipped up her throat and hummed against her lips.
“Please, Kate, you’re so beautiful. I want to be inside you so badly, I’m vibrating.”
“Wait, it’ll get so much better,” she managed a heated whisper, reaching behind her back to unclasp the bustier. As soon as the hook released, her other breast spilled free, the tight points of her nipples jutting toward him as if pleading for his mouth.
“You’re the boss tonight.”
She got back onto the bed and straddled his hips. The hard heat of his cock scorched her and her hips pulsed a couple of times before she got herself under control. Jericho’s face contorted in sensual agony.
He swore again, the word a soft, slow exhalation.
She reached across his chest, thrusting her breasts close to his face, but keeping them just out of reach. She slipped her hand into her bag and pulled out a scarf, silky and soft.
“You are a cruel woman.”
He stared into her eyes and saw Kate transformed from the repressed, inhibited woman he’d known to this radiant, sex goddess straddling his body. He’d kept his part of the bargain and she’d kept hers. This night would end their pact.
She leaned forward. “You’ve helped me to realize my own sexuality, Jericho. The strong, giving, virile man that you are released the passionate woman inside me. I’m no longer afraid. Are you?”
“Of what?”
“Of letting go of all restraints and letting me give you pleasure the way you’ve given me pleasure.”
“I’m not afraid of doing anything with you, Kate.”
She smiled, warm and genuine, and placed the blindfold across his eyes.
She reached across him and plugged something into the wall outlet. But with the blindfold on he couldn’t see what it was.
Then the soft sweep of something moved across his chest. He realized it was a feather. She wove it over his skin, bringing blood to the surface, making his skin ultra-sensitive, ultra-hot. He gasped when she traced it over his sex and down the insides of his thighs.
“I love that sound, Jericho,” she said softly. She reached across him again and then her mouth was against his, sweet with juice from some kind of fruit. He opened his mouth and the taste of the cherry she had in her mouth burst against his tongue. She transferred the fruit to his mouth as he bit down, chewed the luscious fruit and swallowed.
She did the same with a strawberry, a piece of apple and a piece of pineapple.
Each taste was heightened by his blindness and a surprise, first sweet, then tart, then sweet again.
Then she leaned away from him, her breasts brushing his chest, and he wanted his hands free to caress her. He parted his lips to speak and a new taste was placed on his tongue, rich, decadent and creamy. She rubbed his mouth, trailed down over his chin to his breastbone. Chocolate, he identified the exquisite taste. It was warm and melting on his skin and the realization of what she was planning to do with it made him burn with a white-hot blaze of desire.
She removed the blindfold and met his gaze, a suggestive smile on her lips.
“I chose chocolate because your hair and eyes are the sinful color of that sweet treat. I want to taste it from your lips, rub my breasts against you, and lick it clean from your body.”
She placed her finger in her mouth and sucked off the small amount that was there. The look of pure bliss on her face made him move restlessly beneath her.
She reached over for more chocolate and dabbed some on his nipples, swirling it around and around his hardening nipples. Bending over, she placed her mouth against him and sucked. The wet heat of her mouth sent rippling sensation arrowing into his groin.
The decadent scent of pure sinful chocolate filled his senses. She pushed her hot body down his torso, bending over and using her breasts to paint a path of chocolate to his navel.
WITH DELIBERATE LICKS and light bites, she spent time lapping chocolate off his tattoo. This sensual torment was almost more than he could bear. He wished his hands were free so that he could take control of the situation. But he knew that he wouldn’t because this was Kate’s night.
Her attention switched from his lower stomach to his erection. With hands coated with chocolate, she smoothed her palms up his erection.
He almost came out of his skin he was so sensitized to her, so ready for her it was sweet torture.
Her mouth covered the head of his penis as she licked off the chocolate then proceeded down his shaft to the base and back up again.
Jericho groaned uncontrollably, his hips lifting off the mattress.
“Kate, you’re killing me.”
She paid him no heed. She took him into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat and took him closer and closer to an orgasm.
“Kate, if you don’t…stop.”
She ignored him, lost in her own sensuous exploration of his body, caught up in giving him the pleasure she promised him.
When she cupped
his balls and pressed her thumb rhythmically to the base of his cock, he could no longer hold back the hot tide of his release.
The shattering orgasm rushed relentlessly through him until he was spent.
Then Kate, a self-satisfied smirk on her face, climbed back up his body.
She straddled his chest and thrust her chocolate-coated breasts in his face and said. “Suck my nipples, Jericho, please, I’m so ready for you. I want to feel your mouth on my breasts.”
Jericho needed no other command. He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Kate cried out and arched into him. She moved her shoulders and swung her other breast into position.
Rearing up, she cupped her own breasts and slid her hand into the nest of curls, moaned when she touched herself.
“Kate, let me.”
She opened her eyes and shifted on him, turning so that his mouth could have access to her soft, swollen flesh.
Her hips began to rock when he sent his tongue against her clit, licking and sucking until she was moving wildly against his mouth.
With a sharp cry, she came, the pulsation of her orgasm sweet against his mouth.
13
“YOU WERE INCREDIBLE to let me have my way with you.” She released his wrists from the silky stockings. She brushed her fingertips over his mouth and kissed him. His lips were warm and inviting. Just like the decadent dessert, she couldn’t get enough of him.
When she had brought him to orgasm with her mouth, it was as if a door had opened in her and all the restlessness, the recklessness, the wildness had rushed out on a wave of power so all-consuming, she had almost climaxed herself. She felt new and reborn.
He flexed his shoulders and sent his arms around her, holding her to him, his body already alive from the sight of her wild abandon.
She climbed off his chest. “It’s shower time, bad boy.”
“Me? I’d say that you were a very naughty little girl tonight.”
“It’s one of my most powerful fantasies. I couldn’t stop thinking about it and I knew that I wanted to do this for you, for me.”