Night of the Senses

by Victoria Blisse

  Dammit all. Being near him was torture. She still wanted him, all of him, but knew it wouldn’t happen. She had to find a way to get back to normal with him. She didn’t want to lose a valued friendship, but how could she go back to being just friends after being with him intimately? Every time she saw him, she’d remember the feel of his hands, his lips, his cock… Her pussy clenched at the thought.

  She lowered herself onto the sofa and covered her face with her hands. She wouldn’t cry again. That didn’t accomplish a damned thing. She would figure out something, because not having Jace in her life was not an option. For twenty years, he’d been there. One night wouldn’t mess that up. She wouldn’t let it.

  The sound of the door banging against the wall had her jumping to her feet. And immediately her knees went weak. Jace stood in the entryway, legs braced apart, staring at her.

  “Jace?” she managed.

  Without taking his gaze off her, he reached out and slammed the door. He strode across the room and gripped her arm, pulling her along as he walked through her home. Carly had to move quickly to keep up with him and avoid being dragged behind him.

  When they were in her bedroom, next to her bed, he released her. He crossed the room, shut the door, and leaned against it, arms folded over his chest. Despite his relaxed pose, Carly could feel the tension radiating off him in waves.

  “Take off your clothes.” His strong voice echoed through the small room.

  “W-w-what?” Confusion clouding her mind, she tried to make sense of what was happening. “Jace, you don’t have to—“

  “Quiet,” he snapped. “I didn’t give you permission to speak. Take off your clothes.”

  Carly stood frozen and stared at him. Had she heard him correctly?

  “Don’t make me repeat myself again, Carly.”

  Her breath stalled in her chest at his hard tone and moisture flooded her pussy. Her hands shook as she pulled the hem of her blouse from the waistband of her dress slacks. He watched silently as she unbuttoned the top and let it fall of her shoulders to the floor. Under the intensity of his stare, she fumbled with the button and zip of the slacks before sliding them over her hips and down her legs. She stepped out of them and straightened.

  “All of your clothes,” Jace stated, his face expressionless.

  Uncertain, Carly moved a hand behind her back to the clasp of her bra. Her gaze dropped from Jace’s face to the front of his pants. The material strained over an impressive bulge. She nearly wept in anticipation. It seemed like she was finally getting what she wanted. She flicked open the clasp and removed the bra. Her nipples immediately hardened as cool air caressed them.

  “Turn around and take your panties off slowly,” he ordered.

  Carly turned and, bending over, presented her ass to Jace as she worked the panties down her legs. She straightened and turned back towards him. Unsure what to do now, she stood, hands in front of the tuft of hair shielding her pussy.

  Jace straightened and moved until he was directly in front of her. He grasped her wrists and pulled her arms to her sides. “Don’t ever hide what is mine. And this,” he slid a finger along her wet slit, “is all mine. Do you understand?”

  She nodded as a sliver of desire pierced her belly.

  “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer, not a nod,” he stated and then waited.

  “Y-y-yes, I understand,” she hesitated, then added, “sir.”

  The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. “Good.” He stepped around her and sat on the edge of her bed. “Now, lay across my lap, face down.”

  Carly pressed her thighs together. Could someone come just from anticipation and words? She did as she was told, unprepared for how exposed she felt in that position. Suddenly pain radiated across one cheek and she yelped.

  “You disappoint me.” He struck her other cheek and Carly bit her lip to keep from crying out again. Her ass burned as he spanked her again and again.

  The force of the blows surprised Carly—she hadn’t expected it. But what shocked her further was that, under the pain, were excitement and arousal. Each time Jace’s palm connected with her ass, her pussy wept. The insides of her thighs were slick with her pleasure.

  “If you want something, you ask me for it, Carly. Two weeks have been wasted because you didn’t tell me your wants. If you want something, you ask me for it,” he repeated. “Do you understand?”

  Carly lifted her head slightly. “I didn’t know I had to ask, Jace. I came to you. I thought that was eno—” A sharp slap echoed though the room.

  “I asked if you understand. Answer me.”

  Carly squirmed in his lap, unbelievably aroused. “Yes, sir. I understand. I am to ask if I want something.”

  “Good girl.” He rubbed her ass, then slid his hand between her thighs. Carly closed her eyes as his fingers encountered her cream-coated skin. “Very good. You may get up now.”

  Disappointment coursed through her as she shakily rose to her feet with his help. It warred with anticipation. He wouldn’t be so cruel as to leave her unfulfilled, would he?

  He, too, stood and braced his feet apart. “Kneel in front of me,” he ordered.

  Carly complied and looked up to him for further instructions. Jace unbuttoned and lowered the zip of his pants. He pushed them and his boxers over his hips. His hard length sprang forward and bobbed in front of her face.

  “Spread your knees apart.”

  Carly did so and shivered as her swollen folds were exposed.

  “Put your hands behind your back.” His voice shook slightly and he cleared his throat.

  She clasped her hands behind her back and waited.

  Jace took his cock in hand and rubbed the bulbous tip over Carly’s lips, coating them with precome. Carly groaned and licked the moisture away, the salty essence dancing on her tongue. The taste of him was heady, just like she knew it would be. She wanted all of it, wanted him to come in her mouth, wanted to swallow all he had to offer.

  “Take me in. Fuck me with your mouth, Carly.”

  She obeyed immediately, opening wide to take him in. He buried his hands in her hair, clenching the long strands as she began to move up and down his cock. He moved his hips, stroking in and out of her mouth. Carly closed her eyes and moisture trickled from her pussy down her thigh. She shuddered as her muscles clenched tightly.

  She shifted her head slightly and gently ran her teeth along his length.

  “Oh yeah, baby,” he groaned.

  As she took him deep, she felt his cock swell. She stiffened and nearly gagged as he filled her.

  “Don’t tense. Relax. You can take all of me. I’m going to come and you are going to swallow every drop.”

  Carly forced herself to relax around him. He sped up, pulling at her hair as he fucked her mouth.

  “Open your eyes, Carly,” he ordered, his voice raspy and deep. “Look at me while you take what I offer you.”

  She obeyed, lifting her gaze to his. His face was flushed and sweat beaded his brow. In and out, in and out. His cock swelled even more and his movements became jerky. Carly tightened her lips around him, anxious to taste more. Jace’s breathing quickened and suddenly he came. She swallowed quickly as stream after stream of hot come shot from him, coating her throat. She revelled in his flavour, the hint of sweetness under the tangy saltiness. He drove into her one last time and held her still on his twitching shaft a moment before pulling back. Reluctant to give him up, Carly swept her tongue around his cock as he withdrew.

  He cupped her face with one hand. “Very good, sweet Carly.”

  Stepping away from her, he undid the tie he wore and laid it on the bed. Carly remained where she was as he removed the rest of his clothing.

  “Lie on the bed and put your arms above your head,” he instructed softly.

  The muscles in her legs protested as she rose and did as she was told. But the discomfort was nothing compared to the sense of expectation that filled her body. Her belly fluttered and her breath quicken
ed.

  Jace picked up the tie and efficiently bound her wrists together, then secured them to one of the slats of the headboard. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.

  “You have the sweetest mouth I have ever fucked,” he murmured, running a hand down her body to the juncture of her thighs.

  She lifted her hips and whimpered when he removed his hand.

  “Do you want something?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

  Frustration bubbled inside her. She lifted her hips again, to no avail. She slumped against the mattress and exhaled loudly. Jace shifted and sat next to her. He rested his hand on her stomach, fingertips caressing, teasing her sensitive skin.

  “Carly? Do you want something?” he repeated.

  Then it dawned on her; she remembered his earlier instruction. If she wanted something, she had to ask.

  “Yes, sir,” she answered.

  “What do you want?” He lifted his hand to her face and brushed the strands of hair from her brow.

  “I want…” Embarrassment heated her cheeks. Why was this so hard?

  He waited silently, patiently.

  “I want your mouth on me,” she said in a rush. “On my pussy.”

  Jace didn’t say anything, but he couldn’t hold back the smile that curved his lips. More than happy to grant her request, he settled himself between her thighs. He ran his fingers through the damp curls and felt his cock stirring again. Any doubts he’d had about involving Carly with this side of himself were gone. Hell, they’d vanished when he’d felt how wet she was after he’d spanked her. Fuck him, he’d almost lost it then.

  Coming after her had been a risk, but anger and frustration had fuelled him. Whether directed at her or at himself, he still wasn’t sure. The thought that by holding back he had hurt her killed him, but the fact that she hadn’t been truly honest about what she’d wanted that night pissed him off.

  He shrugged inwardly. He was here now, with Carly bound and spread before him. Her desire evident from the moisture clinging to her curls and coating her inner thighs.

  He lowered her head, licking and nibbling along the softness of her thighs until she squirmed. He spread her pussy and gazed at the slick folds of her sex. He swiped his tongue up along her slit to her swollen clit. Carly’s strangled cry made him smile. He speared his tongue inside her tight sheath, swirling it around the smooth channel. Her muscles clenched and she pressed herself against his face. He fucked her with his tongue, withdrawing and flicking her clit every now and again. Her arousal glided over his tongue—a cloying, almost fruity flavour.

  “Oh God…I’m going to come,” she cried.

  Jace slid two fingers inside and stroked in and out while teasing her clit. When he felt her pussy tighten, he caught her clit between his teeth and bit lightly. Carly screamed and dug her heels into the mattress as she came.

  Sliding through the release, Carly couldn’t hold on to a coherent though. She struggled against the bonds, wanting to touch Jace, but he apparently knew how to tie a knot, because it didn’t budge at all.

  Jace continued between her legs, lapping up her juices. She jerked when his tongue grazed her sensitive clit. He lifted his head and grinned at her as he moved up her body.

  “You taste so good. So sweet, so intoxicating. Better than any fruit, any treat. I can’t get enough. ” He kissed her mouth. “Taste yourself on me, baby. Taste what I taste.”

  Carly slid her tongue along his chin, where moisture clung, then his lips. He opened and sucked gently on her tongue before deeply kissing her.

  He pulled back and studied her a moment. “You should know, I’m clean. I should have told you before.”

  It took Carly a moment to understand what he was saying. “Oh! I am, too,” she assured.

  He smiled and Carly’s heart ached. “Are you protected? Against pregnancy? Or should I get a condom?”

  She shook her head. “You don’t need to. I’m on the pill.” She hesitated a moment before adding, “I’d like to feel you inside me without barriers. Even though I’m on the pill, it was just a back up. I always made whoever I was…with wear a condom.”

  Jace closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers. After a moment, he shifted and positioned his cock at her entrance. He lifted his head and met her gaze. “I’ve never been with a woman like this, Carly. I always wore a rubber. You’re the first. The only.”

  Carly’s throat tightened and her vision blurred. He could have no idea what that meant to her. She was about to speak when he surged forward, and all words were stolen from her. He stretched her deliciously. Her pussy clenched around his length, causing them both to groan. Jace inhaled deeply then caught her eyes again.

  “Wrap your legs around my waist.” The ‘master’ was back.

  “Yes, sir,” she replied and hooked her ankles together behind him.

  “It’s going to be hard, Carly. Hard and fast,” he ground out.

  Her muscles tightened at his words and pleasure slithered in her belly. Then he was moving. Slamming into her again and again. She climaxed almost immediately, floating through the sweet, hot release. Before she could come down, he drove her up again. She gasped at the extreme pleasure. Even as it waned, satisfaction filled her as he moved within her.

  He ran his palm along her thigh. “Come again, baby.”

  She shook her head, a soft cry on her lips. “I can’t. Too much…”

  “Carly.” He slapped her ass. “Come. Again.”

  He continued to spank her, in time with his thrusting hips. His cock seemed to stretch her impossibly, and as he drove into her a final time, he smacked her ass hard.

  “Come!” he commanded.

  The orgasm burst through her as she felt his release shoot inside her pussy. Every muscle in her sex convulsed around Jace, and Carly felt tears stream down her face as unbelievable pleasure filled and surrounded her.

  She was still floating when he slid out of her and stood. He untied her and rubbed her wrists. She didn’t even mind the pins and needles sensation running up and down her arms. Jace stretched out beside her and pulled her close. He brushed the wetness from her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

  Carly smiled sleepily at him. “Was it…” she trailed off.

  “It was perfect, baby,” he assured. “Fucking perfect.”

  Chapter Three

  Carly groaned as she woke. Her body ached, and damn, if she didn’t love it. She stretched her arms over her head and couldn’t wipe the smile off her mouth. Last night had been everything she’d fantasised…and more. She’d woken sometime during the night, coming, with Jace’s head between her legs. They made love again before slipping back into sleep, tangled around each other.

  She knew before she opened her eyes that Jace was gone, but refused to let doubts or questions about the new aspect of their relationship ruin this morning after. Mentally planning her day, she rose from bed and headed for the bathroom. The warm water of the shower sluicing over her body made her moan in pleasure. She lingered longer than normal, allowing the heat to work on her sore muscles. When finished, she quickly towelled off and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Barefoot she padded down the hall towards the kitchen. The corners of her mouth quirked up when she smelled coffee. Jace knew she required a couple strong cups to function. He must have fixed a pot before he left. Sweet.

  She jerked to a stop in the doorway, surprise speeding her heartbeat. Jace sat at the table, newspaper spread before him, coffee mug raised to his lips as he sipped. Oh lordy. Carly’s thoughts raced. She wasn’t prepared for this. She didn’t quite know how to act. Would it be awkward between them? What should she say? What was he thinking? Did he have the same questions she did?

  His gaze lifted and he lowered the mug. The big smile he threw her way eased her mind somewhat. He seemed relaxed enough…

  “Good morning,” she said quietly.

  Jace stood, crossed to the coffee pot and poured some in another mug. She stepped forward and readily accepted it when he
held it out to her. He leaned forward and kissed her mouth.

  “Morning, baby.” He resumed his seat and turned his attention back to what he’d been reading.

  Carly frowned slightly, then sipped as she took the seat next to him. Without looking up, he slid the other sections of the paper towards her. She stared at him for a moment before crossing her legs and selecting the local section of the paper to read. After a few awkward moments, she allowed herself to relax and could focus on the words in front of her.

  Jace, his gaze still downward, reached over and settled his hand on her knee. His fingers massaged absently. Carly felt all the uneasiness drain out of her, and they fell into the familiar, companionable silence. After missing him for two weeks, a lazy day together was just what she needed.

  “Are you hungry?” she asked. “I could make something, if you want.”

  He flicked his gaze to her face. “Nah, I have to run into the office. I’ll pick up something on the way.”

  “You have to work? On Saturday?” Disappointment curled in her gut. So much for spending the day together.

  “’Fraid I do. I have a big project going out Monday,” he explained.

  “That sucks,” she muttered. “I could still make you breakfast—a quick one. It’s better for you than some drive-thru crap.”

  Jace laughed and ran a hand over her damp hair. “Nah, I have to take off pretty quick. I promise I won’t go through the drive-thru. I assume the little bakery on Main meets your approval?”

  Carly rolled her eyes. He always teased her about food, knowing her disdain for greasy, unhealthy convenience foods. She suspected he did it to trick her into cooking for him—not that she minded. She made a mental note to do some baking over the weekend for him.

  “Do you work this weekend?” he asked and drained his coffee.

  “Nope. I finally have a weekend off. The new chef is doing well, so maybe this will become a regular thing.” She’d been working at the restaurant nearly every weekend for the past several months. She’d been elated when Tom, the owner, had finally hired a competent chef to relieve her. Even though she loved her job, she’d been dangerously close to burning out.