by Desiree Holt
The moment she felt him inside her, Grace climaxed, shuddering heavily in his grasp, her pussy muscles stroking the thickness of his shaft, pulling at him. As the aftershocks rolled through her, Ben pressed his mouth to hers, forcing it open, plunging his tongue inside. With her mouth held captive, he began his conquest of her pussy again, driving rapidly in and out, pushing her to yet another climax.
She convulsed in his grip, wrapping her arms around his next as she felt his cock pulse inside her.
When he withdrew, he let her leg down slowly and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to his chest. He soothed her with gentle swipes of his hands up and down her spine. His lips were warm against her hair and she felt his heart galloping.
Her breath came in ragged gasps and her heart hammered against her ribs with thunderous force. If Ben hadn’t been holding her, she would have fallen to the floor in a heap.
Finally, sighing out a ragged breath, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed, stumbling so they both tumbled to the bed together. His mouth was gentle rather than ravenous as he trailed kisses down the column of her neck, into the hollow of her throat, across the slope of her breasts. Then he raised his eyes, searching hers, smoothing the hair back from her face.
“You okay, darlin’?”
“I think.” Grace let out a shaky little laugh and looked up into his eyes. “Should I ask what that was?”
“You mean besides two people fucking against the door?” He released another breath, as if trying to even the rhythm of his lungs. “I’d say it was an earthquake of seismic proportions.” He cupped her cheek with one hand. “Fucking standing up is getting to be a habit, I think.”
She felt the heat creep up her cheeks and Ben laughed.
“Don’t tell me after everything we’ve done you’re still embarrassed with me.”
She buried her face against his shoulder. “I think the old Grace is still hovering near the surface. This is all so…so new to me, Ben.”
“I know.” He kissed her forehead. “That’s what I love about you. Everything is new and fresh.”
Love? Did he say the L word?
For a moment, an unsettled feeling came over her and everything inside her body tried to go into defensive mode. Then she told herself not to be foolish. It meant nothing. He was just paying her a compliment.
“You okay, darlin’?” he asked again, smoothing his hand over her shoulder and down her arm. “For a second there, I felt you tense up on me.” The teasing note left his voice. “I haven’t pushed you too far, have I, Gracie?”
Yes, but it was my choice. And I don’t regret a thing.
“No.” She shook her head. “Just trying to get closer to you.”
His laugh covered her like thick honey. “I think we can handle that.” He slapped her lightly on one cheek of her ass. “I think since I’m such a star tonight, I deserve to have my sub bathe me. What do you think? You did a fine job last time.”
She lowered her lashes, the memory of that particular shower still vivid in her mind. “Your wish is my command, Master.”
His laugh boomed again. “Excellent. Then let’s get to it.”
She scrambled out of bed and into the bathroom on legs still somewhat shaky, as much from expended energy as from anticipation. On the vanity counter, she found a complimentary bottle of bath salts and dumped them into the bubbling water. Ben had to be sore, she reasoned, and any kind of bath salts would help ease his muscles. Her nipples hardened and her pussy became slick as she thought of running her hands over every inch of his body. Every inch of it. The idea nearly stole her breath.
When the water had nearly reached the top, she turned it off and pushed the button for the jets, setting the water to churning even more. She turned to call Ben, only to find him standing right behind her. He cradled her face in his hands and lowered his head, licking her lips with soft swipes of his tongue.
“You taste so sweet,” he murmured, his voice thick with expectation. “I’m going to tie you to the bed and lick and sip at every inch of you.”
Grace shivered as delicious images rose in her mind. She lowered her eyes. “I read in a book that submissive are taught to call their Doms ‘Master’. Is that right?”
His eyes darkened. “If we were doing this forever, it’s something we could talk about. But for me, it’s not necessary. I only take what I need from the lifestyle. And we’re just playing around the edges here. Okay?”
“Okay,” she whispered.
If we were doing this forever?
That thought frightened her more than anything else.
She stepped into the tub and held her hand out to him. “Time for your bath.”
“I know I’m going to enjoy this,” Ben grinned, stepping into the roiling water.
He lowered himself until he was submerged up to his chin, closing his eyes as he let the water work its magic on him.
Jesus! How will I ever let her go after this? Better question, how could I keep her?
He and Grace came from two such different worlds. Adjusting to him and the things he’d demanded of her, sexually as well as emotionally, had been a big step for her. And for the first time in ages, he was getting true pleasure out of the sex.
She knelt between his legs, poured bath gel into her hands and rubbed it into the tight muscles of his shoulders and his arms, fingertips to fingertips, working the stiffness out. Caressing his skin. His cock, spent thought it was, hardened at the sensation.
She moved her hands over his chest, trailing her fingers lightly through the dark curls of hair, more feelings skittered over his body. And when she scraped a fingernail across first one nipple then the other, he sucked in a breath. Her touch was electrifying, sending jolts of current straight to his misbehaving shaft.
Lower, lower her hands moved, bending his legs at the knees to wash from thigh to ankle, rubbing the gel into him with massaging movements.
Touch my cock, Grace! Touch it now!
He wanted to scream the commands, but he gritted his teeth and bit off the words. This needed to be her show, although he wasn’t sure how much teasing he could take. He chuckled silently to himself as the thought flashed though his mind that this was exactly what he did to her. Payback was hell!
“You need to turn around so I can do your back,” she told him.
“Uh, Grace? I don’t think you finished the front yet.”
Her lips brushed against his in a feather-light caress. “I’m not finished yet. Right now it’s back time.”
He opened his eyes and turned so he was on his knees, bracing himself on the tub with both hands. He had to swallow the urge to grab her as she moved her hands over his skin massaging in the gel. The water bubbling against him from the jets added to the soothing feel of her touch and he truly began to relax.
Except for his damn cock that wanted to stand at attention and plunge itself into Grace’s tight pussy.
When she rubbed the insides of his thighs, he had to bite his lip to maintain his control. The worst was when she brushed her fingers so very lightly across his sac, barely rubbing the gel into the skin. But then she cupped his balls and rolled them in her slender fingers, slid her gel-covered fingers up the length of his shaft from behind, and he couldn’t contain the groan that erupted from him.
Grace pressed against his back and nipped at his shoulder. “Like that, do you? I have something you’ll like even better.”
“You’re a vixen, you know that?” He ground his teeth together.
“Fair is fair,” she teased.
He was about to give her a smart remark when he felt her fingers rubbing the gel into the tightened skin of his anus then pushing through the opening and rubbing the tissues inside.
“Do you like that?” she whispered, sliding two fingers in and out.
“Like it?” he gasped. “I think I’ve created a monster.”
“How about this?” she crooned and reached between his thighs to grip his cock with the other hand.
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nbsp; He nearly lost it when she stroked him up and down, caressing the flared head with her thumb, gently probing the slit at the top with her fingernail. His first instinct was to stop her, but he realized his body had moved past the point of controlling what was about to happen.
“Careful,” he told her. “You’re about to get more than you bargained for.”
“Oh, no.” Her voice was sultry, hot with desire. “It’s exactly what I wanted.”
She moved her hand in bold strokes up and down his throbbing cock while she continued to probe his ass, scraping the nerves in that sensitive tunnel and sending shards of fire shooting through his body. His spine tingled and all his muscles tightened as his climax rose in him. Then it burst on him, his cock pouring thick spurts of semen into Grace’s hand under the water, his rectum clasping and clamping on her fingers.
“Grace!” he shouted as he rocked his hips and gave himself over to the sensations rolling through him.
It could have been one minute or a hundred before his body quieted and he fell forward onto his crossed forearms, the water still churning around him. He felt Grace cleaning him with the bath gel, her touch soothing. When he could catch his breath, he turned around and startled her by grabbing her arms.
“You minx,” he said, his voice thick. “I think you’re learning too well.”
She leaned forward and kissed him. “I remember how much you liked it in the shower. I just wanted to please you as you please me.”
“You did, darlin’. Believe me, you did.” He stood up, taking her with him. “But I think it’s time to get on with the rest of the evening.”
She stood on the fluffy mat as he dried her off then himself. She saw his hands shaking slightly and swallowed a tiny smile. Good—she’d gotten to him. If this was her last chance to immerse herself in the erotic, she was going full tilt, hoping Ben would wrap those memories around him when the tarted-up buckle bunnies gathered around him.
But not even she could have imagined how thoroughly wrung out she’d be when at last Ben drifted off to sleep. He had made good on his promise to tie her up and take his time licking every inch of her body. He’d added the vibrator for good measure, fucking her with it as he sucked her clit. Then he’d turned her over, positioned her on her knees and proceeded to fuck her ass until the orgasm that broke over her shook her to the core.
At last, exhausted, they tumbled onto the mattress, Ben dragged the covers over them and kissed her temple.
“Sleep, darlin’. Pleasant dreams.”
Chapter Twelve
Grace slept lightly, mostly dozing, her eyes on the readout of the bedside clock. She knew Ben wanted to make their goodbyes special in the morning, but she wasn’t sure she could handle it. These few days she’d felt as if she was in another world. It had taken a lot of courage for her to shed her normal self and let Ben take the lead.
But saying goodbye was always messy. And the sooner she got back to her comfortable self, to her normal routine, the better it would be. She could tuck these days away as a special erotic memory, but even now she was beginning to wonder if she’d just flat-out lost her mind.
She eased out of bed and over to the other side of the room. Ben stirred as she slid from his embrace and made funny sleep noises, but in seconds was out cold again. In all the mix of clothing she found the outfit she’d arrived in two nights ago—two nights? It felt like a month—and pulled it on. She found the little boot pin on yesterday’s outfit and transferred it to the blouse she was wearing.
She was tempted at first to leave the clothes he’d bought for her. They really belonged to a Grace who didn’t exist. But she knew Ben would be both angry and hurt, so she found the shopping bag and stuffed everything into it. She could hide these away with her memories.
Carrying the bag, her purse and her boots, she tiptoed out to the sitting room, eased open the door to the suite and slipped out into the hall. In the elevator, she tugged on her boots, pulled out a brush from her purse and ran it quickly through her hair. Looking at herself in the mirrored walls of the elevator car, she made a face at her image. Anyone could make a good guess at what she’d been doing.
Oh, well. Too bad.
At the front door, she asked the bellman to signal up a cab for her and in minutes, she was speeding on her way home. Back to her safe house, her safe job and her safe life. The ball was over for Cinderella.
* * * *
Ben rolled over, stretched his arm out and realized at once that something was missing. There was no desirable warm body in bed with him.
Forcing his eyes open, he saw the dent in the pillow where her head had been and smelled the lingering scent of her perfume on the sheets along with the musky aroma of sex. Bracing himself on one elbow, he scanned the room. Her clothes that had been tossed on the chair were gone. Not a good sign. And the bathroom door was open, so she wasn’t in there. Also not good.
Maybe she was in the sitting room, waiting for him with hot coffee and rolls.
“Grace?” he called. “Darlin’, are you out there?”
When nothing but silence answered him, he dragged his thoroughly tired body from the bed and padded naked into the sitting room. Nothing. No Grace. No anyone.
Shit!
He hadn’t meant to sleep so soundly that she could slip away from him. It was something he’d been afraid of, the realization that she’d let herself out of her cage and the desperation to pull her walls in around herself again. A damn shame, too. Grace was a vibrant, sensual woman just made for wild erotic sex. Not to mention the fact that he could talk to her about anything.
He shuffled back into the bedroom to check the clock. Ten o’clock showed on the LED readout. He had no idea how long she’d been gone. He needed to get his act together, but his body felt as if a truck had rolled over it and his mind seemed to be missing a few parts.
He really didn’t want to take time to shower, but he needed the ice-cold spray to wake him up. Dressed hastily in jeans and the first shirt he could lay his hands on, he took the elevator down to the lobby and found the bellman at the stand out front.
“I don’t know, sir,” the man answered, when Ben asked him if he’d gotten a cab for a lone woman and described Grace to him. “I didn’t come on until eight.”
“Okay, where’s the guy who was on duty before you?”
The bellman shrugged. “Probably home sleeping.”
Ben tamped down his frustration, headed back to his suite, dug out his cell phone and punched in Grace’s number at home. When the machine picked up, he wanted to throw something.
“Hi. This is Grace Delaney. Leave a message, please.”
“I’m not leaving any damn message,” he shouted and disconnected.
He thought a moment, churning everything over in his head, then hit Redial. “Okay, I’ll leave you a message. Is it the age thing? Because that’s too stupid to even discuss. Call me. You have my number.”
Boy, did she ever have his number.
He called her a third time. “You’re better than women half your age, Grace. Even if you don’t return my calls, just remember that.”
Next, he tried her cell but got voicemail. In disgust, he threw the phone across the room and flopped back onto the bed. How had this ended up this way? They both them knew it was what it was—a very pleasant interlude for both of them. Then he’d be moving on and she would pick up her life again. There were only two things wrong with the picture—he’d hoped she find herself more open to life after this, and he wasn’t at all sure he wanted to move on.
He’d wanted today with her. Planned on it. Maybe he could even have talked her into letting him spend a day in her house, see what she was like when she wasn’t with him. Find out what made up Grace Delaney. He hadn’t expected she’d steal away and leave him feeling so unsettled. Unfinished. Feelings that were foreign to him.
Well, what did he expect? He’d never given her any indication that they were having anything but a hot fling. It had been hard enough to coax her in
to that. He sensed right away she wasn’t ready for something more than that, and that was all he wanted. Right? No strings? Had a great time and goodbye? A young stud with an older woman?
Only he felt anything but young and his stud days were rapidly fading. Not to mention the fact that Grace really did put women half her age to shame. She was bright, funny, smart, sexy—hell, she was everything a man could want.
A smart man, that is.
Damn!
He’d love to get shit-faced drunk and feel sorry for himself, but he had too many things to do. And a hangover wouldn’t improve his already debilitated physical condition. Better to just check out, load up Hotshot and head for Houston before he hung around and got himself in trouble. If this was the way Grace wanted things, this was the way she could have them.
Right. But even knowing the angst it caused him, he couldn’t help himself from calling at least once an hour throughout the day in the pitiful hope that one time she’d pick up, answer the phone, tell him in person why she’d run.
* * * *
Grace sat huddled on her couch in her favorite sweats, staring at the telephone. When she got home that morning she’d indulged herself in a hot shower and a good cry. She just wished she knew what she was crying about. The whole week seemed so unreal. A fantasy. And wasn’t that all it was supposed to be? Her own imagination giving life to the books she’d read, taking a leap to experience things for herself.
She’d known from the first day that Ben would be leaving when the rodeo was over, moving on to the next show, the next event and finally to wherever he bought that ranch he dreamed about. But that was what had made itself. She’d allowed herself to break free and enjoy him for a short space of time precisely because he’d be gone and she could pull in the boundaries of her life again. Anything more would be too much for her to handle.