He tossed the book back into the drawer and closed it again. She noticed her green vibrator and K-Y were still out and wondered what those plans of his were. "Straighten your knee and spread your legs apart, Angel, and keep them that way. If you close them or take your hands off the headboard, I'm going to stop what I'm doing and let your impending orgasm fade away before I start all over. That's called orgasm deprivation and it's quite frustrating, as you can imagine. Understand?"
She could barely get her breathy response out of her dry mouth. "Yes." Frowning, he raised his eyebrow and she quickly added, "Sir."
"Good girl." Ian waited until she moved her legs, then nudged the inside of her knees until she spread them even wider. "Just like that. Keep them there."
She was surprised when he dropped the lube and vibrator on the comforter between her legs and left them there before turning back to face her. She was further shocked when he didn't touch her body with his hands. Instead, he leaned forward and brushed his lips across her forehead. "Close your eyes, my sweet angel." When she did, light kisses peppered her eyelids, nose, cheeks, ears and jaw. He avoided her mouth and took his time exploring her face before moving downward. Her neck, shoulders and collarbones were next and by this point she was breathing heavier. Every kiss seemed to send bolts of electricity through her body to her throbbing core, boosting her arousal further and further. Each time his lips touched her skin she felt the tip of his tongue dart out for a brief taste before moving on to the next spot. Her body was covered in goose-bumps and she was more turned-on than she'd ever been in her entire life, and he hadn't even gotten to her breasts or pussy yet. Lord help her when he did, because she was sure she'd go off like a ton of fireworks. She was desperate to close her legs so she could try to create a little friction and give herself some relief but his warning of what would happen if she did blared in her head. There was no way she wanted him to stop and start all over.
Ian trailed his mouth further down her delicious body, bypassing her nipples but giving the upper and lower swells of her breasts little licks and nibbles. He shifted onto his hands and knees and crawled between her legs while he explored her abdomen, still only using his mouth and tongue. As he inhaled deeply, the scent of her body lotion mixed with the aroma of her arousal and the combination made him light-headed and harder, which he hadn't thought was possible. He felt the shivers which coursed through her body when he kissed and licked the creases of her hips. Again, he bypassed where he knew she wanted him the most, and tasted her from her hip down to her left foot. After nibbling on each individual toe, he licked her arch, making her foot and leg twitch. When she giggled and moaned at the same time, he moved over to her other foot and did the same. He loved how, even though she was ticklish there, she still managed to keep her legs spread wide for him.
She was a natural submissive, eager to please him, and didn't even realize it. On his way back up her right leg, he stared at her pussy, letting it draw him nearer with an invisible string. She was almost bare but kept a small trim patch of blonde hair on her mound above her clit, proving the hair on her head was its natural color. He liked his women waxed or shaven since it increased their sensitivity and pleasure. As he kissed and suckled on the inside of her knee, he watched as her ass checks and vagina clenched at the same time. Her hips levitated off the bed a bit and juices flowed from her folds, soaking her even more. She was drenched for him and he forced himself not to dive in for a taste. He wanted her to the point she was begging him to feast on her.
Crawling back up her body, he latched onto one nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth before laving it with short swipes of his tongue. He began to alternate between sucking, licking and grazing his teeth on the hard nub, encouraged by her hedonistic moans and cries, increased breathing and mumbled words of surrender. When her hips bucked off the bed again, seeking fulfillment in her core, he moved over to her other breast and gave it the same treatment. Her reactions amplified, becoming almost frantic, yet she still held her ordered position. Releasing her breast from his mouth with a pop, he looked up at her face. "Tell me what you want, Angel. What part of your body do you want me to eat next?"
She was rocking her head back and forth, her hips bucking as she pleaded with him. "Please, Sir! Eat my pussy, please! Make me cum! I need to cum!"
Ian moved back down between her legs, shoved his hands under her ass and lifted her to his waiting mouth. "Then cum for me, sweetheart." He ate her like a man starved–licking and sucking on her labia before spearing his tongue into her slit as deep as it could go. She shattered around him, screaming her release to the heavens above but he didn't let up, drawing her orgasm out as long as possible.
When she finally started floating back to Earth, he slowed his ministrations while making sure he drank every drop of her sweet cream. She was panting but somehow managed to get out a few words. "Oh, oh my God, t-that was incredible. Holy crap!"
Smirking up at her, he stayed right were his was and reached for her vibrator and the bottle of lube. "But I'm not finished yet, my little angel. As a matter of fact, I'm not even halfway done with you yet. You still have a few more orgasms I want to claim as mine tonight."
Lifting her head so she could see him better, she stared as if he were crazy. "Wh-what? You can't be serious. There's no way I can do that again so soon."
With a devilish grin, he snickered. "Oh yes you can, and you will."
Not waiting for her to respond since it wasn't going to make a difference, unless she said her safe-word, Ian flipped the top of the bottle and poured some lubricant on the index and middle finger of one hand. When he was sure there was enough, he recapped the bottle and tossed it to the side. "Keep your legs spread, but bend your knees up and place your feet flat on the bed." When she did as she was told, the new position allowed him to see the puckered rosette further back from her pussy. He began to rub his lubricated fingers up and down the crevice of her ass in short strokes over her little hole, loving how she moaned as the sensations assailed her. "Relax, sweetheart. This is just like when you use that little plug on yourself." His middle finger circled her rim, then pushed in. It slid in easier than he'd expected and it pleased him to know her use of the plug made her body willingly accept his invasion. Slowly he fucked her ass with the one finger, twisting it as he pushed it further and further into the forbidden recess of her body with each pass. As she moaned and begged, her anus and vagina clenched at the same time, and the pressure almost crushed his finger.
He continued finger fucking her hole and picked up her vibrator with his other hand. Flicking the 'on' button with his thumb, he grinned when her head flew forward at the sounds coming from her toy. Her eyes grew wide. "Oh, no! Ian, Sir! Please don't!"
Chuckling, he touched the quivering toy to her inner thigh and dragged it upward, drawing out the anticipation. "Six little words, and not one of them was a color." She didn't use either safe-word and he knew she wasn't going to because she was enjoying this way too much. Her clit had long since uncovered itself from its hood and the moment he touched the vibrator to the hard little bud, Angie went off like a rocket again, screaming louder than before. She bucked wildly and the finger in her ass almost dislodged. He lifted the vibrator off her clit until she began to float back down before he reapplied the humming toy, sending her right back up again...and again...until she had nothing more to give him. She was half unconscious when he pulled his finger from her tight little hole. He'd never gotten the opportunity to put his second finger in, and his tongue was the only thing to penetrate her sweet pussy. He gazed at her in amazement. She was the most responsive, sensuous woman he'd ever met and he knew when he eventually got his cock inside her she might very well kill him.
Rising from the bed, Ian walked into her bathroom and turned on the light. He soaped and rinsed his hands before retrieving two washcloths from a stack in the wicker tower next to the tub. Soaking them, he added soap to one of them before wringing out the excess water from both. He returned to the bed and with
a gentle hand, cleaned her up. When he was done, he reached down and lifted her into his arms so he could work the comforter and sheet down to the bottom of the bed. Once she was back on one side of the bed with the covers pulled up to her waist, he closed the bedroom door to block out the lights which were still on in her living room. Rounding the other side of her bed, he climbed in next to her, still fully dressed. If he took his clothes off, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from taking her. He pulled her close into his embrace and as she drifted off to sleep, he heard her mumble, "Thank you, Sir."
* * *
Eight o'clock the next morning Angie woke up alone and completed rested. She knew Ian hadn't left before four a.m. because that was the last time she'd roused in his arms before cuddling closer and falling back asleep again. Stretching, she looked around and noticed a piece of paper on her nightstand. Unfolding it, she read the words on it and smiled.
Hope you slept well. I'd like to see you today for lunch. Will call around ten. Wear something sexy. I left out the underwear I want you to put on. Ian.
He went through her underwear drawer? While it should have sounded stalker-ish, it didn't. Instead, it turned her on and she scanned the room again, spotting her sheer, white lace bra and thong set he'd left on top of her dresser. It was one of her favorites with its pink trim and tiny bows. The cut of the bra gave the girls a lift up and in, with one bow nestling between them. The other one was at the "y" junction of the thong and would sit right at the top of her ass.
She was excited he wanted to see her again so soon and hopped into the shower with a cheeky grin on her face. While the water warmed up, she removed all the bobby pins which were still in her now ruined up-do. Her body still tingled from all the attention it'd received from Ian's hands, mouth and tongue. Never in her life had she had multiple orgasms and, honestly, she’d thought they were a myth. But he had proven her wrong over and over. It wasn't until halfway through her shower routine when she realized that, although she had cum several times, he hadn't at all. In fact, he'd kept his clothes on the entire night. The thought stunned her. Not one of her ex-lovers had ever gotten her off without doing the same.
A few minutes later, she finished her shower, dried off and wrapped her wet hair in a towel before applying her favorite body lotion. She walked back into her bedroom and retrieved the bra and thong Ian had picked out for her. As she put them on, she could almost feel his hands and fingers on her, caressing her. She wondered which other sets of her undergarments he'd touched and if she would feel the same sensations when she wore them.
Now in her underwear, she went to her closet to find something sexy to wear, as per his instructions. She settled on a tight grey mini-skirt and a snug short-sleeve sweater. The deep V-neck was low enough to be sexy, yet not too revealing to be considered slutty. Before she went out she would finish off the outfit with her knee-high, black leather boots-–he ones with the three-inch heels. For now though, she laid the clothes on her bed. Throwing on her short silk robe, which she always felt sensual in, she headed to the kitchen for a cup of coffee and granola cereal for breakfast.
Five minutes after ten her cell phone rang from across the room. Hoping it was Ian, she hit the save icon on her laptop so she didn't lose what she'd been working on and dove for the phone. "H-hello. Crap!" She fumbled the phone and it fell to the floor. "Wait! Hold on!" Snatching it up again, she looked quick to make sure she hadn't dropped the call and saw it was still connected. "Hello?"
His low chuckle came over the line and it aroused her instantly. "Hi Angel. Everything okay?"
Giggling, she plopped down on the couch. "It is now. Sorry about that, I dropped the phone."
"I figured as much. Did you sleep well?"
Holy cow. How did he make a simple question sound so loaded with sex? "I did. You tuckered me out and I slept later than I usually do."
"Glad I could be of service." He paused, then his voice became deeper, silkier. "What are you wearing right now?"
A delicious shiver went through her body. "What you left out for me and my robe."
"Take your robe off."
Looking around her living room, she realized the vertical blinds on her sliding glass door were drawn open as usual. Not that anyone was in her backyard to see her, but Brody had gotten into the habit of popping over during the day to say hi. "Um, just a second. Let me go into my bedroom."
"No," he growled into the phone. "That's not what I told you to do, Angel. Where are you? And don't say your bedroom."
Really? Was he serious?
"Answer the question, Angel. You don't want me to ask it again because your bottom will pay for it later."
Holy shit! "Um, I'm in my living room but the blinds are open on my doors and windows. What if Brody comes over to say hi?" He was the only person who knocked on her back door.
Several miles away, Ian knew that wasn't going to happen since his employee was right down the hall in the war-room, remotely finishing some work from Orlando. But he wasn't about to fill Angie in on the fact. He had a feeling she would like the idea of possibly getting caught while being wicked and wild. "That's not my concern. If he does, he's going to get an eyeful and probably jack-off. Now, do as you're told and take off your robe. Let it slide down your incredible body until it pools at your feet. Let me know when know when you’re standing there in your underwear."
His voice was pure velvet, and she let it wrap around her as the silky material slid off her shoulders and dropped to the ground. She was certain he could hear her increased breathing. Her heart was pounding as well, in anticipation of his next command. "Okay, it's off. I’m in my panties and bra."
"Good girl. Now go into your kitchen and open your freezer." Frowning in confusion, Angie did as she as she was told and opened the door. Oh, no! He had to be kidding her! Sitting front and center so she couldn't miss them were her florescent green vibrator and bottle of K-Y.
As soon as he heard her gasp, Ian snickered. "Your toy and lube should be nicely chilled by now. Put the phone on speaker and set it down." When she did, he gave her further instructions. "Take out your jolly green giant and put the batteries back in, they're sitting on the counter."
She groaned at his pun. "Really, Ian? The 'jolly green giant' is a name for my peas and carrots, not my vibrator." Her hand shook a little as she grabbed the adult toy and her anxiety went up a few notches as well as her excitement when she felt the freezing plastic. She knew exactly what he was going to make her do with it.
"I'll call it whatever I want, sweetheart, and since we're playing, you should be calling me 'Sir.' Are the batteries in it yet?"
"Yes, Sir."
Back in his office, Ian got up and locked his office door before grabbing a hand towel from room's attached half-bath. He sat again at his desk and released his throbbing erection. The fist-fuck he'd given himself this morning, followed by a cold shower, had done nothing to relieve the aching in his groin. He opened the bottom drawer of his desk and toward the back found a tube of lubricant he hadn't used in a long while. He wished he could have seen her face when she first saw her vibrator in the icebox. Before he’d called her, he told Brody to let her hidden kitchen cameras and audio bugs to go dark for a while. He would love to watch the scene which was about to take place but it would be a breach of trust without her knowledge. At least he would hear her over the phone. "Grab the K-Y and hop up on the kitchen island, Angel. You're going to fuck yourself with that ice cold cock and make me cum in my hand while I listen to you."
Holy shit! It'd been a long time since she'd indulged in phone sex with a man, but this was already hotter than anything she ever experienced. She moved the phone to the island and set the lube and vibrator beside it. Using her hands and arms, she jumped up and twisted, gasping as the cold granite registered on her bare ass cheeks. "O-okay, I'm on the island. What next?" Her heart was pounding and her pussy was quivering.
"Take off your thong but leave the sexy bra on. Put some lube on your pussy lips and get them al
l nice and wet."
"I think I'm wet enough." She ripped her thong down her legs and threw them on the floor. "I don't need the K-Y, Sir."
His voice became stricter. "I didn't ask your opinion, Angel. When I tell you to do something, you do it without questioning me unless it jeopardizes your safety or frightens you. Do you understand?"
She grabbed the cold bottle and immediately realized why he wanted her to use it. The chilled liquid on her hot sex was going to be torture. "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl. Now talk to me, nice and dirty, while you finger fuck yourself."
That she could do. She always enjoyed dirty talk during sex. "I have the cold lube on my fingers, a lot of it. I'm spreading my legs wide and my bare pussy is open for you to see. I'm drenched. Have been since I first heard your voice on the phone." Angie gasped as she touched her nether lips, the chilled lube sending shivers and goosebumps throughout her body. "Oh, God! It's s-so cold, but it's heating up fast. I'm spreading it all over. One finger is going into my slit, ooohhhhhh, now two. I'm rubbing my clit with my other hand and fucking myself with my fingers. You're kneeling in front of me, staring at my pussy. Oh, Sir, it feels so good. I'm soaked and I wish you were here to lick my juices up with your tongue. Oh yes, eat me and fuck me with your fingers, Sir....Faster."
"Slow down, Angel." Ian’s groan sounded tortured. "You're killing me here. I’ve got my fist around my cock. It’s so fucking hard and all for you. Get the vibrator, sweetheart. Turn it on and touch it to your nipples through your lacy bra, but keep finger fucking yourself. Whatever you do, don't cum until I tell you to, sweetheart. You won't like the spanking you'll get."
Whimpering at the appealing thought of him smacking her bare ass with his hand, she grabbed the cold, plastic toy and flipped the switch on the end of it. "Okay it's on and...Oh crap! It's so cold and my nipples are so hard. Oh lick them, Sir. Please, suck them into your mouth and heat them up again. Oh fuck, I can feel it going from my tits to my pussy."
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