MakeMeShiver

by Aline Hunter

  “I was right. Beautiful. Good enough to eat.”

  The first lick he bestowed was a hard flick against her clit. She gasped and tugged at the wrist restraints, watching in disbelief as he ran his tongue along his lips and met her wide-eyed stare. This wasn’t a man who avoided oral sex unless he was on the receiving end. There was no mad rush to pull out his cock, get himself ready and start the race that usually resulted in her coming last at the finish line. Oh no. The look on Michael’s face told her this was something he enjoyed—something he looked forward to.

  Holy shit.

  She felt his thumbs part her, revealing her completely.

  “God, you smell incredible. And you taste so fucking good. Hot and sweet.”

  He began teasing her with steady laps of his tongue, circling her labia before dipping between the folds—round and round, up and down. Different from the stimulation of her vibrator—wet, deliberate and sinful—she arched her back and pressed her head into the pillows, pushing her pussy against his mouth. He lifted the hood masking her clit and sucked the small pearl between his lips, flicking the bead with fast motions of his tongue. He alternated his attention, taking his time, exploring her with his mouth, waggling his head, causing her to pant uncontrollably as he brought her close to climax only to deny her release.

  A finger slid along the opening of her pussy, taunting her as she whimpered for more, before slipping inside. He pumped into her with slow and steady strokes, added another finger and timed the glides of his tongue as he took the rounded bundle of nerves at the top of her sex back into his mouth. The first few passes were incredible, burning her up from the inside but when he corkscrewed his fingers and hit her G-spot she thought she might die from the intensity.

  “Michael…” She sounded desperate but she didn’t care. Despite her previous orgasm, she wanted to experience another one, somehow knowing it would spin the world on its axis.

  He released her clit, gave it one final lick and removed his fingers. “This time, we come together.”

  The bed shifted as he rose and walked to the shelf. He opened a canister, reached inside and retrieved a condom. As he returned to the bed she noticed the large tent in his flannels. Her gaze remained glued to the visible outline of the head of his cock. Even though his sizeable erection was partially concealed, she knew he was thick and long. She imagined how it would feel to have him inside her, so deep she wouldn’t be able to tell where he ended and she began.

  Then it hit her.

  She didn’t have to imagine. She was going to have sex with Michael. She was tied to his bed, totally helpless to do anything, and he was about to have his way with her. Her ultimate wicked fantasy was actually about to happen.

  He hooked his thumbs into the waist of his pants and pulled them down, revealing his fully erect cock. The skin along the shaft was a soft shade of pink, the plum-like head engorged, wide and perfect. He was far larger than the few men she’d been with, his proportions intimidating yet mouthwatering. The dark blond hair surrounding his testicles made her wish her hands were free so she could test their heavy weight and feel them resting in her palm.

  “Are you sure you want this?” he asked and she ripped her eyes away from the temptation between his legs to meet his intense stare. “I know this has happened quickly and I can’t pretend I didn’t take advantage of your presence in my playroom.”

  A flicker of indecision crossed his face. It vanished, but not before she realized he continued to be affected by her rejection at Haddie’s. She never would have guessed it bothered him so much. Only now his reactions after the fact made perfect sense. No wonder he was so distant when they crossed paths at Shell’s Diner or bumped into each other at the gas station.

  She didn’t look away. “I want this.” To sweeten the pot, she licked her lips and smiled. “I want you.”

  He reached down and stroked his glistening length, starting at the root and working his way to the tip. She paused, unable to tear her eyes away.

  “Do you like to watch, Lacey?” he asked hoarsely, stroking faster.

  “I…” She attempted to formulate words. “I’ve never seen a man touch himself before.”

  “Never?”

  “No.” She exhaled the word, short of breath. Back and forth his hand stroked, his thumb rotating along the crown.

  “I can’t wait to take you to the club. If you like to watch, you’ll be in heaven.”

  He ripped the foil packet open without breaking eye contact, removed the thin latex and expertly sheathed himself. He didn’t climb over her body, he prowled, muscles contorting, shoulders flexing. As he moved between her legs, his blond hair cascaded around his shoulders and his eyes darkened into a breathtaking sapphire blue.

  “You’re so gorgeous tied up to my bed with those rosy nipples clamped and your cunt glistening. I’ve dreamed about you like this, waiting to receive me. Spread-eagle, wet and ready.”

  Fisting himself, he slid the broad head of his cock between her slick labia, coating the crown in her arousal. Then he placed the tip against the entrance and pressed forward. She curved her back and lifted her hips. Inch by inch he filled her, possessing her, spreading her vaginal walls in a lover’s whisper and pushing past resistance as he stretched her to capacity and brought their bodies together in the most intimate way possible.

  “Fuck, baby, you’re tight.” Michael gritted his teeth. Grasping Lacey’s hips, he brought her upward so he could penetrate her fully.

  If he didn’t know better, he would think it was her first time.

  She whimpered and closed her eyes as her inner muscles contorted, squeezing him until he thought he might explode. It was torture to take her so carefully when all he wanted to do was to slam balls-deep and feel what it was like to be lodged completely inside her. She was perfect for him, so responsive and trusting, her face as expressive and open as he knew it would be.

  Her hands formed into fists inside the cuffs and she wrapped her ankles around his hips as he drove steadily forward. Her cunt was perfect; snug, hot and slick with her juices. He could only imagine how tight she’d be with a plug in her ass, filling her to the limit, forcing her to feel every inch of his length as he pumped into her.

  When he slid the rest of the way in the head of his cock bumped her cervix. She gasped, eyes flaring as her pussy clamped down on him and her legs tightened around his waist. There was a mixture of pain, pleasure and uncertainty in her gaze, as if she were trying to decide if she enjoyed or disliked the sensation.

  Releasing her hips, he lowered his torso and placed his hands on either side of her. She welcomed him as he bent down to ravage her mouth, lips parting, tongue darting out to meet his halfway. He kissed her deeply, beginning an intricate and sensual dance of tongues. It had the desired effect. Slowly, she went soft beneath him.

  He moved from her mouth to her chin, trailing kisses along the outline of her jaw to her throat. As he did he rotated his hips, ensuring the motion sent his pelvis forward to rub against her clit. She thrashed wildly and cried out when he moved to her breasts and teased her nipples with light swirls of his tongue. The swollen points were luscious berry-red from the clamps, so vivid against her pale skin. Her cunt spasmed, gripping him like a velvet fist when he gave each equal attention. From left to right he adored her breasts, making love to them as he fucked her slow and deep.

  “Damn, you feel good,” he groaned, knowing he didn’t have long. He wanted her too badly to last and had thought of this moment too often to enjoy it as he should. He needed to come inside her, to claim her entirely, to know this moment was real and not some wet dream that had him waking up hard as hell and ready to burst.

  Taking her hips in hand once again, he watched her face as he slowly withdrew. Christ, she was gorgeous. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were heavy lidded and her lips were swollen.

  When he was nearly free of her pussy he began the journey back inside. He plunged into her, forcing a cry from her lips. The rotation of her hips, th
e wet gush that greeted his cock and her heels digging into his ass were all the invitation he needed. He repeated the motion, sliding out before thrusting back inside, starting a rhythm that was hard, steady and fast. Her breasts rocked, the small clamps puckering her nipples.

  “Oh God. Michael.” She fucking purred his name, meeting his thrusts, rolling her hips in a motion that was sure to have him coming sooner rather than later.

  “I want you to come with me. I want to feel your pussy clamping down on my cock, squeezing me tight.” Reaching between their bodies, he found her clit, pinched it between his thumb and forefinger and heard her breath catch. “That’s right. Come for me. Show me how good I make you feel.”

  “Touch you,” she murmured, timing the rise of her pelvis to meet his thrusts. “Please.”

  He unclasped the cuff from her left arm first, then her right. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and her fingernails pierced his skin. She lifted her head, brushing her lips across the curve of his collarbone, holding on as she ground against him.

  “Come for me, angel. Come for me now.”

  Fuck, it felt good as she did as he asked—too good.

  Her pussy compressed his cock, her arms pulled him close and she held on tight. His balls went taut, drawing up against his body, and he was coming with her, jetting threads of semen into the condom and wishing like hell it was inside her instead. There was something special between them. Something he couldn’t deny. Something he’d felt the instant he saw her at Haddie’s.

  Lacey was more than an itch he needed to scratch. The mutual attraction—and he was certain it was mutual following what they’d just shared—had lasted for weeks. Despite the amount of time it took for them to see it, experiencing the rightness of how it could be between them, how incredible the future looked if the days and nights were anything like what they’d just shared, told him he didn’t want his relationship to Lacey to be something casual or short-lived.

  He wanted far, far more than that.

  She went still as he continued to move, accepting his thrusts, moaning as the last throes of climax left her sated and spent. He covered her body with his, resting his weight on his elbows, and carefully avoided contact with her nipples. She was breathing hard, her heartbeat visible through her pale, sweat-slicked breast. He collected a crystalline bead of moisture at the hollow of her throat and relished the saltiness on his tongue.

  “That was incredible.” Lacey panted, catching her breath.

  “No,” he corrected and kissed her tenderly. “You’re incredible.”

  Reluctantly, he pulled free of her body, moved from the bed and walked to the wall on the right side of the room. Pressing the hidden panel, he opened the door to the small bathroom with a toilet, sink and walk-in shower. After disposing of the condom and washing his hands, he returned to the playroom, paused and studied the beautiful creature resting on his bed with her pale limbs stretched out and her eyes closed.

  She’d responded in a way he was only beginning to comprehend. She’d willingly followed his commands, became turned on by them, and allowed herself to let go. It was the first crack in the ice, a first step in embracing the lifestyle. Judging by her reactions, she was turned on when she was tied up and bossed around.

  Tonight, Lacey Walsh was his.

  Tonight isn’t tomorrow, a nagging inner voice corrected. She’s yours for now.

  Wasn’t that the irony of the situation? He’d brought her here to see how things would progress between them only to find his balls waiting in the proverbial grinder. Lacey hadn’t indicated she was interested in a relationship or a commitment. If she wanted to collect her things and say goodbye in the morning, he was fucked. Because it wasn’t a one-night stand he was after. Not after he’d found a sultry female who would ruin him for every other woman he ever met.

  Damn it. He might not know what Lacey hoped for after tonight, but he knew exactly what he did.

  More.

  After he returned to the bed, he grasped the clamp on her left nipple and warned, “This might sting a bit.” He removed it and replaced the small device with his mouth, soothing the swollen nub with his tongue as she gasped. He did the same with the right, taking his time, gently suckling her satiny skin. Her soft sigh of contentment told him what he already suspected.

  It was late, almost midnight. She had to be exhausted.

  “Lacey?”

  “Hmm?” She turned her head on the pillow to look at him, sending glorious strands of mahogany fanning across the cream-colored pillows. She truly looked like an angel at that moment with her fair skin, rosy blush and swollen lips. Her grass green eyes, though heavy lidded, were brimming with satisfaction, telling him she’d enjoyed herself as much as he had.

  “I’d like you to stay here tonight.” And tomorrow, and the next day…

  The grin she gave him made his heart falter and his cock twitch. He could get used to having this woman in his home, in his bed, in his arms.

  “You sure you don’t want to get rid of me?”

  He smiled instead of answering, prompted her to slip beneath the comforter and sheets so he could join her and pulled her into his arms. It was best to enjoy the afterglow while he could. He wasn’t sure how she’d react if he told her the truth.

  After tonight, he had no intention of letting her go.

  Chapter Five

  Lacey groaned, stretched and opened her eyes as slightly sore muscles protested the movement. She glanced up, basking in the afterglow of mind-blowing sex, and smiled when she saw the note resting on the pillow next to her head. Grasping the paper between her index and middle fingers, she rolled onto her back and flipped it open.

  Good Morning Angel,

  I had to take a call this morning but didn’t want to wake you. I’ll get your car while I’m out and pick up breakfast. Make yourself at home. I’ll be back soon.

  Michael

  Grinning like a loon, she brought the note to her lips.

  The night before had been amazing, fulfilling all her naughty fantasies and then some. Michael had woken her once during the night to take her again. It hadn’t been entirely vanilla since he’d instructed her to roll onto her hands and knees so he could fuck her from behind. The doggy-style position had never been one she enjoyed but with him it had been highly erotic. His heavy weight against her back, the hands gripping her shoulders to prevent her from moving away and the powerful dives into her pussy—slow, hard, then fast—reminded her who was in control.

  And it wasn’t her.

  He’d cupped her breasts after he’d settled in and had her mewling, pinching her nipples only to ease the sting with tender caresses. When she hadn’t been able to stand it any longer he’d ordered her to arch her back so her nipples swayed against the sheets with each of his masterful thrusts, allowing her to experience a similar pleasure as he used his free hands to massage her clit, teasing her mercilessly until she’d been begging him to come.

  As he’d given his permission she’d gloried in a release that was more powerful than any she’d experienced before, the dizzying, electrified waves of pleasure leaving behind a permanent imprint of the man that she couldn’t stop thinking about. In that moment she’d realized what had been missing in her life. She was always in control of her books, her contracts, her schedule and commitments. As liberating as that was, it could be equally draining. It felt right to relinquish control, allowing Michael to dictate when, where and how they would enjoy each other. He knew the ways to please her and she was only too eager to listen.

  What was shocking was that their night together had been nothing like she’d expected it to be.

  Michael hadn’t subjected her to unnecessary pain or forced her to do things that made her feel what she was doing was dirty or repulsive. There was no degradation or treating her as if she was the lesser of the two of them. Instead he used the tools at his disposal to create a new brand of ecstasy she’d never imagined, worshipping her in his own way, rewarding her compliance over and
over again.

  A robe was resting across the foot of the bed and she slid it on as she left behind a tangle of sheets and the heady fragrance of sex. The material was thick and plush, draping low enough to the ground that she knew it belonged to Michael. As she retrieved her clothing and boots, she decided to take a shower before she explored the rest of the house. She wanted to find Michael’s room, was curious to see if he had a big four-poster bed with cuffs in his private domain.

  She heard the front door open and a smile spread across her face. Once she scampered up the stairs she rushed through the entertainment room, prepared to leap into Michael’s arms, only to stop when a curvaceous blonde woman walked into her path.

  Lacey skidded to a stop, momentarily dumbfounded and shell-shocked.

  “Oh.” The stranger recovered quickly. “Hello.”

  “Hello.” Lacey felt as if she was operating on autopilot as she returned the greeting, caught off-guard by the breathtaking creature who walked through the foyer as if she was very familiar with the house.

  “I’m Aly.”

  The woman extended her hand and Lacey clumsily shifted her bundle of clothing to one arm, shook the proffered hand and let go.

  “Lacey.”

  Aly smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m sorry for dropping in so unexpectedly. I’m sorry if I disturbed you. I usually knock when Master is entertaining but when I saw his truck was gone I used the key to allow myself inside. I apologize. I wasn’t aware he had company.”

  Three words computed in that moment: Master. Key. Entertaining.

  Lacey’s stomach sank and her heart constricted, bliss swiftly changing to another emotion as comprehension struck cruelly and the lemony bitterness of shame coated the back of her throat. Dazed and hurt, she studied the beautiful, full-figured woman standing in front of her. She was dressed in skintight jeans and a form-fitting camel coat, a large black tote slung over her arm. And she was a stunner, absolutely gorgeous.