Sweet Seduction

by Anthology

  “As a matter of fact.” With the hand not holding the fork, he reached out. Reached for me.

  Brushed my upper lip with his thumb.

  Without thinking, I licked at it. Mortified, I reared back, face flaming scarlet.

  Oh God, oh God, what had I done? I’d totally misinterpreted everything that night, and our friendship was never going to be the same.

  And then I was flat on my back, my long legs spread, a hot hardness pressed against the heat of my centre. A feverish mouth urging mine to open.

  “Holy sh—” The words were cut off with my own cry when a large, calloused hand streaked up under my shirt, over my waist, to palm my naked breast. A jolt of heat rocked me to my core, and Jake swallowed my moan, pressing his own against my tongue.

  I couldn’t think, couldn’t analyze the situation when the unyielding hardness of a cock that I suddenly remembered all too clearly rocked forward against my cunt. Wetness slicked my folds, naked beneath thick grey cotton, and when my mouth was freed abruptly I choked on the influx of air.

  “Damn it, Liz.” Rearing back, Jake glared down at me. I couldn’t help by laugh, slightly hysterical, at the affront on his face.

  “It’s not funny. None of this is.” His body vibrated above me, taut with tension. “I’ve been holding back all night. Kept my distance when you waved those spectacular tits of yours in front of my face, even though it almost killed me not to bend you over that table and fuck you right there, with Marcie watching.”

  He waved a hand around the room. “All of this… this is to show you that you’re different. To show you how much you mean to me.”

  My heart stopped, then resumed beating double-time.

  “But you just keep on tempting me. Tempting me to lose control.” Dipping his face until our noses touched, I couldn’t look away from him. “I don’t lose control, Liz. Ever. Except, it seems, with you.”

  “Yes.” I barely recognized my own voice, which was thick with desire, a low growl. “God, yes. Yes, Jake.”

  “You don’t know what I’ll ask of you.” There was an edge of warning in his voice. “I’m not going to be easy on you, Liz.”

  I’d heard rumors… okay, okay, I might have had a google alert set up with his name. Some of his ex-lovers told stories of his kinky ways in the bedroom.

  I was pretty sure that was what he was referring to. And while I’d never let myself entertain the notion, now that we were going there, I couldn’t lie…

  Rather than repulsing me, I was… turned on.

  “Show me.” I barely recognized my voice, it was so full of need. “I trust you.”

  That seemed to be all he needed. The uncertainty melted, replaced with the bright wash of that wicked smile.

  “Off.”

  Obligingly I lifted my hips, let him tug the worn sweats down over my hips, over my feet. I felt the sharp sting of nerves when my ancient shirt joined them on the floor and I was bared to his eyes, but the blistering heat that they emanated melted the jitters into a wobbly puddle.

  Who knew it would feel so good to have Jake look at me like that? To have the sight of my naked breasts with their erect pink tips, the damp dark curls between my legs, affect him enough that he fumbled with the zipper of his jeans. Tripped a bit when he stepped out of his boxers, when his hard cock, jutting forward from its nest of golden curls, was bared to my sight?

  It flitted through my mind that maybe I was no different than any other woman, that maybe the naked admiration in his eyes was nothing unique to me.

  Right at that moment, I didn’t care. I didn’t know how long I’d been harboring this need, this ever growing ache, but all I wanted right then was Jake’s cock thrust deep inside of me and his heart beating against my own.

  Letting a smile curve my own lips, I gestured my impressively nude best friend forward.

  “Come here.” A small sigh of pleasure, just a whisper, escaped my lips when he straddled me, settled his weight over my own. I could feel the tight steel velvet of his cock pressed up flat against the wet silk of my labia, and I squirmed impatiently.

  If I was going to do this, then I wanted to get down to it before I began to think too much again. I didn’t want foreplay.

  I wanted to fuck.

  As a piece of cloth was rested gently over my eyes, then tied tightly behind my ears, I began to suspect that I wasn’t going to get what I wanted.

  “That’s not your underwear, is it?” I knew the silky fabric wasn’t, couldn’t be, but I needed his throaty chuckle to break the silence, to slice through some of the tension in the room.

  To give me some relief.

  And it did. But when Jake lowered himself over me, his lips just barely brushing my earlobe even as his nipples, hard as broken glass, scraped over the soft skin of my chest, the need began to again coil in my stomach. A poisonous snake ready to spring.

  Though I expected words to fall from his lips to my ear, he moved away, ranging that long, hard body over mine. Lying still, skin pressed tight and hot against skin, I began to tremble, not knowing what would come next.

  Knowing it wouldn’t be at all what I expected.

  “You don’t get to be in control here, Liz.” The touch, when it came, was a feather light brush of fingers over my left shoulder. Just the briefest contact, and then again that stillness. A minute later, a whisper of a caress tickled the glove soft skin behind my knee.

  Then more stillness.

  The air in the room thickened as tension built and night fell. Without my sense of sight every brush of fingers, every graze of lips over my skin pulled me deeper and deeper into an abyss that I didn’t ever want to stop falling into.

  It hadn’t been like this before with anyone, and now I understood that it was because I’d been waiting for him. I felt drugged, relaxed yet on high alert, content and at the same time wanting more, more, more.

  It took a moment for me to realize something had changed when the next touch was not that of a hand or mouth but a warm, wet shower on my breasts. Slowly I tugged at the cloth that was obscuring my sight.

  Jake was kneeling on his heels, a strong thigh on each side of my hips, a lit candle in is hand. Before I could protest and tell him that the kink factor in candle wax was outside my comfort zone, he tipped the tin holding the flame again, this time over my belly.

  Oh. Oh, yes. I was kinkier than I thought. Instead of scalding heat that burned my sensitized skin, the liquid that poured down from Jake’s cupped fingers was warm like a late night bath, and it caressed my curves as it rolled over my flesh.

  I was too dazed to ask how this could be, too spellbound to do anything but enjoy the feeling of Jake’s hands rubbing the pools of wax into my skin.

  He told me anyway. “Soy wax.” The heels of his palms rubbed over the hard tightness of my nipples, again and again, then down over my hips and stomach. “Doesn’t burn. Just feels good.” He let a grunt drop from between lips pressed tightly together when I arched my back at the touch of his fingers on my spine, my breasts pressing against his chest and my cunt, his cock.

  He took advantage of my raised hips to slide down lower, and lower still, caressing the curves of my ass in hard circles before slipping in between the clefts.

  I sucked in a breath as sure fingers found the hidden pucker, but they merely pressed curiously and continued on their journey, back over my lips and up, up to where the dark hair curled softly between my legs. Dark hair that was damp, wet with wanting, eager to open wide and let him in.

  “No.” He pulled back, just a bit, but I was done with the teasing. Dipping my fingers into the pool of the candle, I moved wet warmth to my fingers, then to the rigid length of his shaft. He wasn’t expecting it, and his grip on the candle slipped. It fell, the flame sputtering out as perfumed liquid splashed over our chests, our bellies, our legs.

  I took advantage of his surprise to wrap a tight fist around his cock. He groaned as I fisted it up and down, before jerking away.

  I opened my mouth to p
rotest, then squeaked when he grabbed my wrists in his hands, stretching my arms above his head.

  “I told you already, Lizzie. You’re not in control.” Ranging his body over mine so that I felt every delicious inch, he held perfectly still, the picture of control.

  “Have you read any of those interviews with my exes?” Though his face was impassive, his eyes were searching. “Read any of those articles that talk about what a kinky bastard I am?”

  I nodded frantically, out of breath, knowing what he was going to say next, skin heating even more at the knowledge.

  “I’m all that they said, and more.” He thrust his hips crudely, his cock sliding through my wet folds, and I cried out. “If we do this, I’ll take you to the edge. Push you past limits you didn’t even know you had.”

  “Yes.” My voice was shaky, but my body pressed up against his, telling the truth.

  “I’ll bind you. I’ll mark you. I’ll take you in every way you can dream of.” Eyes locked on mine, he let go of my wrists with one hand, his fingers sliding down over my cheek and coming to rest on my throat. “Your body will belong to me. Every part of you will be mine.”

  He squeezed once, very lightly, but I understood the message.

  If I let him inside of me even once, he would own me. He probably thought that he was going to scare me.

  Instead, as I looked up into the familiar eyes that were locked on my own, I felt a solid internal click, a lock finally falling open because it had found the right key.

  I may not know everything that being with him entailed. But I did know that we had been heading to this point since the day we met. The kids that we had been then wouldn’t have been able to handle the intensity of this connection, but now?

  It felt like the universe had aligned. Me, Jake, this little room? Nothing else mattered, because we were together.

  “Be sure.” There was warning in his words, and more than a hint of danger.

  Maybe another woman would run.

  I wasn’t another woman, and in response I tugged my hands from his grasp. He let me, those animal eyes watching my every move intently as I slid my hands between our bodies and caught his steel cock with sure fingers. A harsh growl emanated from his throat as I fisted him up and down, causing him to swell even further into my grasp. Running my thumb over the velvety head, I rubbed the moisture into his skin before guiding him to my entrance and home.

  Our moans mingled in the heavy, sweet air of the night as I thrust up, and he ground down, and the friction sent us soaring.

  “Open for me.” His assault was relentless as he pressed forward, stretching me, and I cried out. “Take me. All of me.”

  He was big. I was tight. Sinking my teeth into my lower lip, sweat beading on my brow, I focused on taking him entirely into my body—on joining with him completely.

  “Good girl.” It took work, but when his hips met my own, that small praise sent me flying. He gave me a moment to adjust to the immense thickness of his shaft inside of me, and I felt harsh animal noises building in my throat when he started to pull back again.

  “Jake. More.” Reaching for his biceps, I dug my fingers in, urging him on. I could tell that he was holding back, that he was going slow for me, but I didn’t want that.

  I wanted to show how right this felt to me. I wanted us to go crazy on each other. I wanted to take everything that he wanted to give.

  “Hold on.” His words were a grunt, and one look up at his face showed me that, despite his statements about needing to be in control, he was as lost in this moment as I was. The pools of wax caused us to slip against each other, skin on skin, anchored only by cock in cunt and we rocked together, the tiniest of movements bringing the most intense of pleasure.

  “Next time, we’ll take more time.” His teeth ground together as his thrusts quickened. “I can’t wait to do everything that I’ve dreamed of for so long.”

  “I want to know.” I panted as he hit a sweet spot inside of me. “I want to know everything that you want.”

  “This first time?” His hip bones pressed into the soft flesh of my stomach as he ground inside of me “This time, all I want is to be inside of you. To mark you that most primitive of ways.”

  Sliding a slippery hand down between us, his sure fingers found the swollen flesh of my clit, even as my mind whirled with what exactly he meant by that. He wasn’t wearing a condom, and I knew that if I told him to pull out, he would.

  But this was Jake. Jake, who I trusted more than anyone in the world. I was on the pill, and I wanted him to leave himself inside of me more than I wanted my next breath.

  Those fingers on my clit circled as I growled my acceptance of his unspoken query. Once, twice, three times he pressed before I flooded into his hand. When he followed a minute later, shouting out my name, I sank my teeth into his neck, hard enough that the coppery zest of blood hit my tongue. I marked him as he had me as our breathing slowed, just a bit, and I thought, mine.

  Maybe not mine forever. Maybe not even mine tomorrow.

  But right now… mine.

  ***

  Lying in Jake’s arms felt so perfect that I was terrified. Peeling the sweaty covers away from my body, I edged toward the side of the bed, planning to make a break for the bathroom and a few minutes of privacy, before Jake overwhelmed my senses again.

  “Where ya going’, Lizzie?” A muscular arm shot out from beneath the covers, wrapped tightly around my waist, and pulled me back against… hmm. Seemed like round two was on.

  “Don’t call me Lizzie.” But the fact that he had put me at ease, a bit. Made a hope that our friendship wasn’t lost flicker to life deep in my gut.

  That same tight grip nudged me over until I was sitting astride him, sliding him inside of me.

  “I’m yours, huh?” He grinned up at me—no, actually, he smirked. I had just started to move, and I froze in place, with only the tip of his cock nestled inside of my warmth. He tried to thrust upward, but I leaned my weight down on his chest, pressing him into the bed.

  “What?” Raising my hips, I moved until he was again poised just at my entrance.

  “You said so. You bit me and said ‘mine’.” Again he tried to enter, and again I held myself out of reach, frantically thinking, trying to put a more casual spin on the word that I hadn’t even known I’d said aloud. This distracted me enough that Jake was able to flip me over onto my back, pinning me to the cotton sheets at my back and driving deep.

  “Say it again.” He’d turned the tables, now drawing himself out of reach as I fruitlessly tried to pull him back down and in.

  “What?” I wiggled my hips, but he was hot steel stretched atop me, hard and unmoving.

  “Say it again. Say I’m yours.”

  I pondered this for a minute. Saying it again to him didn’t necessarily mean that he’d say it back, but I had more than enough experience with his stubborn streak to know that he’d outlast me in a battle of wills.

  I might as well say it, might as well get it over with, even if the feelings that I was putting on the line made my heart hurt.

  “You’re… you’re…” I had to spit it out, I knew I did. “You’re mine. Mine.” The mutter quickly turned to a gasp as, the second the word left my lips, he sheathed himself fully and pressed our faces close, eye to eye.

  “I’m yours,” he agreed, beginning to move, but keeping his gaze pinned to mine. “And you’re mine.”

  I couldn’t argue with that.

  ONE MONTH LATER- LIZ

  “What’s your safe word, pet?”

  Jake’s voice felt like a caress, low and silky. My stomach did a slow roll, anticipation and nerves combining in an intoxicating cocktail.

  “Sadist.” Nerves tingled through my veins as I spoke. I was asking for it with that choice of safe word, I knew. But I had my reasons.

  Our ski trip had ended a month ago… and Jake had proceeded to torture me for thirty long days. He’d taken me for dinner, we’d watched movies—all the same things that we
’d always done. But he hadn’t touched me, hadn’t let me touch him.

  Why? His reasons were simple, to him at least.

  He wanted me to make sure that I understood fully what I was getting myself into with him. So he’d given me books to read. Movies to watch. Coffee dates with people who were into kink.

  I’d learned, really quickly, where my own inclinations lay—and that was in a perfect complement to Jake’s. I wasn’t sure how I’d gone so many years without understand that I was at my most aroused when someone else took control, but now that I knew?

  It had turned the waiting time into a month of absolute, lust-filled torture. Jake had told me that he liked delivering light pain, but after all those days he made me wait?

  Sadist was the nicest thing I could call him.

  Kneeling on the floor, palms face up in my lap, I shivered as he circled me, coming to a stop behind my back. If I craned my neck, I could just barely see his face—and what I could see looked cruelly amused.

  It was like a different person had taken over the body of my easy going best friend. Incredibly strange… and super sexy.

  “Since this is our first formal scene together, I’ll go easy on you, little subbie.” His voice was… I didn’t even have words to describe it.

  I’d known that Jake was an alpha male, and yet with me, he’d often let me have my way. So listening to him talk to me as though he knew I would obey him without question…

  It was intoxicating.

  “W… what do you mean, go easy on me?” He’d had me do enough research that my mind ran rampant with the possibilities.

  “Did I ask you another question?” His eyes narrowed, and I felt my heart begin to hammer against my ribcage.

  “No…no.” I didn’t fully understand my nerves. This was just Jake, after all.

  But he was… different. I was different. Like we were assuming roles, or rather, that we were becoming the people we were meant to be.

  I’d never known anything more arousing.

  “Since I’m going easy on you, I’ll refrain from any form of corporeal punishment.”