HotShots99

by HotShots

  The man was utterly and inexplicably delicious.

  She let her hands drift. Her fingers skimmed her aroused nipples and she moaned.

  She’d saved herself for Mic. She’d thrown herself into her work and dreamt of the day when he would come home on leave again and see her as a woman instead of the teenage girl he’d left behind.

  Blowing out a hard breath and plotting to ignore the sexual frustration until she could open her gifts, her attention drifted to another fact. Several unopened gifts awaited her and in those packages were items for a woman—not a teenager, but a woman.

  Maybe it was time to put aside the need to save every little bit of herself for one man. She was twenty years old. It was her birthday. And every woman deserved a birthday orgasm.

  Kathleen had organized her party and had instructed their friends to bring adult toys. Annie couldn’t help but giggle. Kathleen would start speed-texting her first thing tomorrow morning. Her first question would be, “Did you open anything you don’t know how to use?” Then she’d throw in a quick jab and say something along the lines of, “Don’t answer that. I’m sure it’s all new to you.”

  Annie rested her hand on her bare recently-waxed mound. Stretching her middle finger downward, she gently parted her folds. Damn it. She couldn’t do it. She didn’t know how, first of all, and secondly that was the reason why Kathleen had instructed their close friends to bring titillating gifts.

  If she was going to try her hand at masturbation, she needed proper inspiration. Her fingers probably wouldn’t do the trick. Grumbling, she killed the water and pushed back the plastic shower curtain.

  “Oh my God! You scared me to death!” Immediately, she slapped her hands against her breasts, but probably didn’t cover much more than her nipples. She went for the towels on the rack but they weren’t there. “Mic! What are you doing in here?” She had no other choice but to try and hide behind the shower curtain. “Don’t you believe in knocking?”

  Her heart slammed in her chest with harder and harder beats. Her pulse took off at a running go. Her teeth chattered and her fingers trembled. Even her knees were knocking together.

  She stared up at the ceiling, convinced the tears flooding her eyes would soon fall. Why wasn’t he saying anything? Why hadn’t he knocked? Why was he just standing there with narrowed eyes, thinned lips, and flexing cheeks? What was he thinking? How had he gotten inside her home? Scratch that. He’d likely seen her hide the backdoor key more than a hundred times over the years.

  She took a deep breath and replayed their special moment at her party, the way he’d looked at her when they first reconnected, the way he’d held her close when they’d danced to the band’s first slow song. Those memories quickly turned into recollections from a more distant past. As if yesteryear had kept perfect records, a flash of images rolled through her mind’s eye, reminding her of those tense moments they’d shared, the way he’d always looked at her as if he didn’t know what to do with her—send her away or keep her close.

  Apparently tonight he planned to keep her close.

  “Mic?”

  “I’m not going anywhere, baby,” he crooned. The creaks in the hardwood floor gave away his location and close proximity to the shower. One squeak led to another as he inched closer.

  “Would you hand me a towel?”

  “I liked what I saw.” Raw sexuality laced every syllable. “Why cover up when you have a receptive audience?”

  The lone member of the audience in question was the problem.

  “You caught me off guard,” she said, squinting her eyes and cursing herself for being such a coward and hiding behind the curtain like an inexperienced woman.

  Like hell. She was an inexperienced woman.

  Mic had been a player. Surely he wanted a woman who knew who knew her way around a man’s anatomy. Mic needed a woman who understood what to do with a man, particularly one with definite desires, carnal needs he might tell her about.

  “This isn’t exactly how I had imagined my first time with you.”

  “And who’s to say it will be our first time?” He yanked the curtain out of his way and stepped in the shower, shoes and all. “Nothing is ground in stone, Annie.”

  He picked her up and carried her cradle-style out of the bathroom and down the hall, entering her bedroom and lowering her to the bed right inside the door, to the very bed where her life would irrevocably change. The man she wanted more than anything in the world would finally see her as a sensual and loving woman—assuming she could prod her inner temptress and pull off an enticing act as a seductress. And she planned to give it a damn good shot.

  Chapter Four

  “Don’t move,” he said, backing away from the bed after he’d placed her there. He held on to the bedpost and kicked off his shoes, unable to control the compulsive swiping of his lips.

  God help him. He’d never seen a more beautiful woman and he understood now why he’d been so possessive of her, why he’d put out an order, a demand actually. He’d even gone as far as to say she was his girlfriend, a fact that definitely pissed her off since he’d made that statement with some random whore on his arm.

  Still, he’d never apologized for it. Even when he’d been home the summer before and verified to her friends and his that she belonged to him, he hadn’t made that claim count. He’d avoided spending time alone with her and perhaps the reason was clear now.

  He’d always known she’d be like this—simply perfect in every way, too beautiful to ruin and then later walk away. He’d known how their lives would change after one mind-blowing kiss. A night in her arms and in her bed and his life as a bachelor would meet its infinite end.

  Her straight blonde hair fanned around her flushed face. Her blue eyes sparkled like the Pacific Ocean, wide open with expectancy.

  “So you don’t believe in knocking?”

  “Not when there’s something I want on the other side of the door, something I have every intention of taking.”

  “Me?”

  He didn’t respond. He’d already said too much and the fact was, he didn’t want to talk. They could talk later, maybe even discuss any foreseeable problems with her brother. Mic understood why Danny didn’t want him to love his sister. Mic and Danny were a lot alike. They each had their own specific requirements, things they enjoyed as men. And unfortunately, Danny had seen Mic in action.

  They once ran in the same circles, dated similar women, and stormed the club scene with like interests in mind. No sister of Mic’s would’ve dated the likes of Danny Boyd so without a doubt, he could sympathize with poor old Danny, but he wouldn’t let him stand in his way.

  Annie pulled up her knees and flattened her feet on the bed. He tried not to stare, realizing this moment could mark the start of Annie’s sex life. He felt his lips tighten in a straight line and his cock stretched the denim he wore.

  “Are you a virgin?”

  “That’s none of your business,” she said, covering her breasts with her arms.

  “Drop your arms, Annie,” he said, loving how she complied as he pulled his belt free of the denim loops. “And on the contrary, everything about you is my business.”

  Her nipples spiked as soon as he made the statement. Good, he mused. Her willingness to mind him spoke volumes, but the way his statements aroused her made him a true believer.

  She wanted to please him. In every way possible, she was already his woman, his submissive and gorgeous girl.

  “Answer my question, Annie.” He pulled his shirt over his head, loving that smoldering hot look in her eyes when she focused on his stomach and then dipped a little lower, ogling his bulge like she was just as hungry to see him as he had been to see her.

  Still, her lust-filled eyes hadn’t cooled the burn. It hadn’t eased the ache.

  He unsnapped the top of his jeans and released his zipper halfway, giving himself room to stretch. Given the way things were going, he’d need that space. Still, he w
asn’t about to strip down to nothing. Not yet anyway. He wanted his vixen to grovel first.

  He had plans for Annie and had no desire to change his strategy. He’d told her they’d need all night and he would use every minute of every hour and make sure their loving made an impression. Annie would wake up the next day and know with absolute certainty that she’d been loved well.

  “Tell me what I want to know, Annie, or else I’ll spank your ass until you’re wearing my handprint.”

  “I’d like to see you try.”

  He growled. “Don’t tempt me.”

  “I’m not comfortable answering that question, Mic.”

  His balls felt as heavy as bricks. “Am I hearing defiance?” She was outright avoiding the question, which made his cock twitch in anticipation.

  “Defiance?” She shook her head. “No.”

  He put his knee on the bed and swung his body over hers, using his palms and feet for support so his body was flush with hers, but they weren’t rubbing against one another. Staring down at her was akin to window shopping in some of the foreign ports he’d visited. He always wanted to touch what was on the other side of the glass, hold the fragile items in his hands and estimate the value.

  There wasn’t a need for that here. He saw the truth in her eyes.

  Her innocence was pure, and while he suspected she wanted to hide her inexperience, desperately needed to mask it, he wasn’t about to let her feel inferior for hanging on to something so precious. She’d saved herself for him and he couldn’t put a price on that.

  “You’ve never had sex before, Annie.”

  Mic shifted his position and watched her watching him. He pressed his knees against her ribcage, admiring her full breasts. Firm curves with a natural lift shaped her upper body and made him completely aware of the affect she had on him.

  “I’ve never had sex before,” she whispered.

  “Have you been tempted?”

  “Everyone is tempted,” she replied without an ounce of shame.

  He was aware of how her confession struck him like a blunt object slamming against his face. Reeling in that unexplainable and quite profound need to be Annie’s everything, he lowered his mouth to hers and whispered, “Of course you’ve been tempted.” He thrust his tongue inside her mouth, loving the eagerness in her kiss, the desire he felt rolling off her as she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to her, lifting her head off the pillow so she could reach him.

  “Not yet,” he whispered, leaving pecks across her cheek before hovering over her ear. “Soon I’ll give you everything you want, Annie, but first I want to teach you, school you in submission. Through submission, you’ll better understand why you saved yourself, why your commitment to me will be stronger than any other.”

  “And what about you, Mic? Will your commitment to me be just as strong?”

  “When I walked over here tonight, I was already one hundred percent committed to you. I don’t just want you for the night, Annie. I want you beside me for the rest of my life.”

  Chapter Five

  Annie pinched herself. Was she dreaming? This couldn’t be real. Mic was there talking about lifetime commitments and what was she doing? Acting like she’d spent her entire life waiting for this moment, this one spectacular night.

  Mic left the bed and went to the small sofa where her presents had been placed. He chose the box on the bottom, the largest of the packages. He returned to bed and handed her the beautifully wrapped gift. “Happy birthday, Annie.”

  “Thank you.” She was certain of it now. She was living out fantasies. Mic wasn’t a flowers and candies kind of man.

  Had he really taken the time to shop for her? What did all of this mean?

  He helped her into a seated position, throwing a few pillows behind her back in the process. “God bless, Annie.” He moistened his lips and eyed her breasts before mashing down on the bulge in his jeans.

  “I feel like I’m on display,” she whispered, taking the package he handed her.

  “Before you open it, I want you to agree I can use all the items in there tonight. Deal?”

  “I’ve already told you I’m a virgin. I…” She was terrified. How did she say “yes” and give her nod of approval when she hadn’t seen what was inside the box?

  “You’re what? Scared?”

  “Yes.”

  “You don’t have to be afraid with me, Annie,” he said, cupping her cheek.

  She nuzzled his palm, tracing the lines of his hand with her tongue and loving the wicked look of lust settling in his expression. How could she be afraid when all she’d dreamt about, all she’d longed for was one night with a man who could make all her daydreams come true, never mind her most illicit fantasies?

  “I trust you,” she said.

  “Do you know anything about Domination and submission?”

  She felt her cheeks turn pick. A huge movie blockbuster had hit the big screen a few months ago. Based on a bestselling novel, the movie’s plot had revolved around BDSM. It was one of the reasons why Kathleen had suggested their friends bring adult playthings and gag gifts in lieu of traditional birthday presents.

  Annie had lived a sheltered life. Kathleen believed it was time to step out of her shell and become a full-blown sensual woman, or as Kathleen had suggested—an inexperienced slut on the prowl.

  “Don’t space out on me. Do you or don’t you?”

  “Yes. I know about Domination and submission.”

  “How? That chic-flick movie that’s on at the theatres?”

  “Yes,” she replied, wondering if she should start addressing him as “Sir” too.

  “Then you know you’ll have a safe word. What do you want to use as yours?”

  “Red.” After the movie, she’d thought about safe words and decided if she ever had the opportunity, she would choose a simple word, something to grate out if she were ever in pain. She flicked a quick glance at Mic.

  “Do you like pain, Annie?”

  “Do you like bringing a woman pain?”

  “Are you asking if I’m a sadist?” He chuckled. “Sort of, yes.”

  “I thought being a sadist was either black or white. Either you like inflicting pain or you don’t.”

  He lowered his lips to hers and twisted her nipple until she howled. It started out as a low moan but as he applied pressure, sharp and exquisite vibes shot through her nipple and she couldn’t help but squeal. As he released the tension, her mouth fell open and she took short breaths, but it was no use. She couldn’t breathe for the mix of sensations.

  “Open my present.”

  “You didn’t need to buy me anything.” Yet her fingers were already loosening the tape. She tore the paper excitedly, anxious to find out what he’d purchased for her.

  As soon as she removed the lid to the box, she gasped. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  He removed the blindfold on top and immediately tied it around her eyes. “I don’t play around when it comes to Domination and submission and I’ll never joke around when it comes to loving you.”

  ****

  Mic couldn’t believe his eyes. She’d been willing, able, and receptive to everything he’d introduced until he started to plug her ass and place the vibrator in her pussy. That’s when all bets were off and the plans he’d made came to a screeching halt.

  He stared at her clamped nipples, the spiked gems so tiny he was beside himself with lust, desires so deep he couldn’t think for the need pinching his balls.

  Mic wasn’t one of those hardcore Doms. He enjoyed the control, the power, but he liked simple solutions and gentle play sessions when training a new submissive. Unfortunately, he hadn’t quite counted on this particular obstacle. Still, he could work around this issue. Those outside of the lifestyle often thought BDSM was so cut and dry. It didn’t have to be, and with Annie, Mic wanted to take things slow.

  They could ease their way into the lifestyle. All relationships
followed their own paths. Her timid nature and inexperience weren’t a problem. It only meant they’d spend more time in a discovery and education stage.

  “Why did you use your safe word?” He was hard, thick, and painfully ready to seal the deal now that he had time to think of why she’d objected.

  “Do you want me to take it back?” she asked, shifting her hips against the mattress.

  “No. You have a right to use your safe word whenever you want, but I’m….” He paced the length of the bed, running his hand over the top of his military haircut. “I’m surprised. That’s all.”

  The room fell silent and Mic imagined all the reasons why she hadn’t wanted him to breach her hole or stuff a vibrator in her pussy. “You’ve never played with toys. Have you?”

  “No.”

  “Holy sweet mercy,” he muttered, quickly taking a seat next to her and stripping the blindfold from her eyes.

  He tried to ignore his unexpected angst, calm down enough to make a decision. He swallowed a few times and released several ragged breaths. Dear God! A virgin who hadn’t fooled around at all? And twenty years old to boot?

  “You’ve never played with yourself?”

  “Never.”

  “How is that possible?”

  She shrugged and her breasts jiggled a bit. “I just never had the desire.”

  “Never had the desire?” Hadn’t she stayed awake at night, lying in her bed naked—which is how he’d dreamt of her—stroking her clit with his name on her lips?

  “There’s nothing wrong with me,” she said, tears welling in her eyes. “If that’s what you think.”

  “No,” he whispered, tilting her chin up and smothering her lips with his own until he was stark crazy and longing to know the squeeze of her pussy, the tight clench of her hole. He would be her first blowjob, her first fuck, and—God help him—her first anal sex experience. She was right. There wasn’t a damn thing wrong with her.