“Sam, we can’t…”
Her nipples were throbbing and there was an answering throb in her clit. She pulled her coat tightly around her before following him into the bar.
Lexi said a prayer of thanks when Sam led her to a quiet booth. He nodded to the server.
“The lady will have an orgasm and I’ll have a bourbon.”
She was definitely going to kill him. Sam waited until the server was gone before dropping his hand lightly onto her bare knee. Lexi jumped.
“Hush, angel,” he said in a low voice. His hand slid higher, lightly caressing her inner thigh. Lexi whimpered. The clamps on her nipples tingled every time her coat brushed against them. They were driving her crazy.
Sam’s fingers strayed higher. “Open your legs, angel.”
Lexi’s eyes widened, but his stern expression brooked no refusal. She inched her thighs apart. Sam’s index finger brushed her clit and she bit her lip, trying not to moan out loud. She watched with horrified fascination while the server spoke to the barman and the barman made the cocktails. All the while Sam’s finger made slow tortuous circles around her clit. She closed her thighs on his hand, trying to get the pressure she needed and he pinched her clit hard. She almost came on the spot.
“Don’t come until I give you permission.”
Lexi nodded, unable to speak.
“Let’s get one thing straight. I don’t want a 24/7 Master-slave relationship, but in all matters sexual, you will defer to me.” He pinched her clit again, lightly this time. “Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir,” Lexi gasped.
As the server turned away from the bar, Sam removed his hand. Lexi didn’t know if she was relieved or sorry. The server returned carrying a tray with two glasses. He set them down and smiled. “Your bourbon, sir. And I hope the lady enjoys her orgasm.”
Sam smiled. “Oh, I’ve no doubt that she will.”
Lexi sipped her drink. Sam was trying to torture her. His fingers brushed the inside of her thigh and even though she squirmed in her seat, he ignored her aching clit. Her nipples throbbed. If he didn’t let her come soon, she was going to scream. The bar grew quiet. The piano player entertained a small group of Japanese businessmen and the server had waved goodbye a while ago, leaving a lone barman on duty. Sam’s hand moved slowly, taking no particular rhythm. Fast and slow. Light caresses and almost accidental brushes against her aching clit. One probing finger slid inside her and she groaned. She was close, so close. Sam removed his finger and licked it.
She shifted on her seat again. “Please, Sam…”
His hand returned to her thigh. “Please what, angel?”
“Please Sir, I need to come. I want to…”
He smiled at her then, a slow seductive smile, before picking up his drink. Lexi whimpered. He was going to leave her this way? The rat had brought her to the very edge and was just going to leave her hanging?
“How about another orgasm?” He eyed her empty glass.
A drink. He wanted another drink? She was going to kill him. Lexi watched, fuming, as Sam chatted with the barman. Taking his sweet time. She was tempted to touch herself, but he would probably find some way of making her pay for that too. He sauntered back to the table. He was going to string this out all night. Fine. If Sam wanted to play dirty, she could be just as bad.
The light over the booth was dim, and the tourists were keeping the barman busy. Lexi waited until Sam was seated before she “accidentally” knocked her purse to the floor and crawled beneath the tablecloth. He didn’t realize what she was up to until her fingers were on his zipper.
“Angel, I don’t think you should…”
Lexi ignored him and pulled the zipper down. Tugging at the waistband of his boxers, she heard his strangled groan as his cock sprang free. He was hard. Lexi gave his shaft a long slow lick, before taking the engorged head into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the top, grazing her teeth against the sensitive tip. God, he tasted good. She was rewarded with another groan that he tried to mask with a cough.
“Lexi, angel.” His voice sounded hoarse.
She closed her fist around the base of his cock and began to pump slowly. Another lick, concentrating on the underside this time. She took the head into her mouth again and sucked hard. Sam’s hand fisted in her hair, his hips began to thrust, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. Lexi sucked hard then and released him with a pop.
“Found it,” she announced as she took her seat again, placing her purse on the table. “Are you okay, Sam? You look a bit flushed.”
He gave her a warning glare while he adjusted his pants. Lexi knew she was going to pay for that later, but right now, she didn’t care.
Lexi was very quiet on the walk back to his apartment. She had gone silent when he reminded her he was going to punish her for tying him up. Did she think he was going to do the same thing to her? That wasn’t the plan, but he had no problem letting her worry a bit. Now he had the little stunt in the bar to punish her for too. He would really enjoy that.
As soon as the door had closed behind them, he went into Dom mode. “Drop the coat, Lexi.”
She fumbled with the buttons, her fingers shaking. Finally, she had them undone. “Allow it to slide down your body slowly. Tease me with it as you go.”
She let the coat slip off one shoulder while she held it closed with her hands. Then the other shoulder, a bit lower, then a glimpse of rounded breast. Sam licked his lips. Oh yeah, Lexi knew how to work a trench coat. She struck a pose, allowing him a flash of thigh, and his dick hardened. A cat-got-the-cream smile on her face, she allowed the coat to fall open to her waist, revealing her splendid breasts, still winking with the jeweled nipple clamps. They quivered with every breath she took.
“Keep going,” he told her, his voice rough. What this woman did to him should be illegal.
Lexi dropped the coat and stood before him proudly. He swallowed. He felt as if he were a kid at Christmas, not sure which present to open first. “Very nice,” he said, pleased he wasn’t drooling. “My sweet sexy Lexi, I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you.”
“You have?”
“How could I not? Those bouncy curls, those cute freckles. Those tits. That luscious ass. Every time I saw you walking away from me, I got a hard-on. That reminds me… You’re still due a punishment, aren’t you?”
Her eyes flickered apprehensively to the drawer where he kept paddles and floggers. He smiled. “No, we won’t need those. I’m going to spank you, Lexi. How do you feel about that?”
He got his answer in the flush that spread across her face, the glitter in her eyes and the way her thighs flexed against each other. She loved the idea.
He sat down on the edge of the bed. “Over my knee, Lexi.” She moved toward him with tiny footsteps, but she came and laid herself down. She was naked apart from her heels and nipple clamps, and he was still fully clothed. He guessed the fabric of his pants would feel rough to her sensitive skin. She trembled, and he took a moment to let her savor the feelings before he landed the first blow.
Smack! His hand struck with a satisfying whack on her lush ass. She gasped. “Count it out, Lexi.”
“One, Sir.” He could see a perfect pink imprint of his hand. He couldn’t resist smoothing it, and she groaned. He smacked her again.
“Two, Sir.” Two imprints, overlapping. He traced the red marks lightly and she whimpered and writhed, raising herself to his touch.
Another smack, this time on her left cheek. “Three, Sir.”
When he got to six, he stopped and caressed her hot pink buttocks. She wiggled into his touch, her legs opening. He took a deep breath, loving the smell of her arousal. She’d make a fortune if she could bottle it.
He slid his hand down between her thighs. Her cunt was hot and wet. He pressed a finger inside and she pushed back against him, moaning as she took him deeper. He pumped a couple of times before taking his hand away and smoothing it over her burning buttocks.
“Do
you think you’ve been punished enough?” he asked. He held his breath while he waited for her answer.
He almost didn’t recognize her voice. “I did something very bad. I don’t think six is enough.”
Sam laughed. God, he loved this woman. “I think you’re right,” he said, and landed six more smacks, much harder than before. This time she said “Ow!” after each one, but she counted them all out and made no attempt to use her safe word. She writhed against him, legs scissoring, so he had to hold her firmly to stop her falling.
When he let her up, she was misty-eyed and gasping, and he had a hard-on that would do credit to an elephant. “Stand in front of me so I can admire my handiwork.” She obeyed, legs quivering slightly, and he ran his hands over her flaming red behind. He couldn’t resist leaning forward to kiss it. She pressed back against his lips. He licked the hot skin delicately.
Later, he’d rub on some cream. Later. Now he had to have her.
“Lie on the bed and hold on to the headboard.” She winced as her punished bottom made contact with his sheets but obediently grasped the headboard, leaving her delectable body open and vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do to her.
“Good little sub. I won’t punish you too harshly.” Sam grinned as he saw her twitch in response. Carefully, he unfastened the nipple clamps, and watched her back arch as the blood flowed back to her sensitive nipples. She dragged in a tortured breath, but never released her grip on the headboard.
“Remember, you can’t come until I give you permission.” She nodded, and Sam stripped in record time before he set himself to see how high he could push Lexi. He deliberately avoided kissing her mouth, knowing he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself, but nibbled his way down her neck and around to her ears. She squirmed when he tickled the whorls of her right ear with his tongue and panted when he nipped the point between her neck and shoulder.
When he got to her breasts, she couldn’t keep still, but kept holding on to the bed with hands that were white with strain. He praised her, even while he tortured her nipples with his teeth and tongue. They stood up so proudly, pink and hard and aching for his mouth. She twisted against him, but he didn’t reprimand her. Instead, he moved down her body, dying to do what had been on his mind since that first phone call.
“Open your legs for me, pet.” She obeyed, spreading her thighs wide to let him in. He inhaled her unique scent and set to work, using his hands and teeth and tongue to drive her to breaking point. Every time he felt her approaching orgasm, he backed off.
Lexi moaned, then cursed and finally she was shrieking at him, pleading to be allowed to come. But she never took her hands off the headboard.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked.
“You, Sir.” She was panting.
“And why?”
“Because I love you, you bastard.”
It was the right answer. He thrust his fingers into her wet pussy, pumping strongly while he sucked her clit hard. “You can come now.”
She did, thrashing and screaming so loud he was glad he had soundproofed the room.
Sam moved up and plunged into her in one move. He was too far gone to care about technique or gentleness, but it didn’t matter. She didn’t need that now. She wrapped her thighs around him as he impaled her.
He managed to pause for a bare moment to savor her wet heat and his position, balls deep in the woman he loved, then lust and passion drove him on. He drove into her over and over, long deep strokes so intense they were almost painful. He wanted to drag this out, but Lexi was too much for him. His hips pistoned, faster and deeper, but it was okay, Lexi was with him at every stroke, rising to meet him, her inner muscles gripping him even as she let go of the bed to hold on to him with arms and legs.
Her nails dug into his buttocks, urging him on. The tightening of his balls seemed to pull his whole body into her, and he came with a roar, surging into her hot wet sheath, feeling her convulsing around him. Vaguely, he was aware of a litany of “I love you, I love you,” and had no idea which of them was saying it. Or perhaps it was both of them.
It didn’t matter. It was true. An angel and a demon could have a happy ever after.
About Caroline McCall
Raised on a diet of romance novels and science fiction, it’s not surprising that Caroline McCall turned to writing time travel and paranormal romance. She loves history, and some of her stories are inspired by Celtic myths and legends. Caroline lives with her partner and several spoilt ungrateful felines on the windswept east coast of Ireland. She does most of the plotting for her novels while walking on the beach.
Caroline loves to travel, and her background is quite eclectic. She’s done everything from working as a roadie for a rock and roll band, to designing knitwear. Caroline is delighted to be a member of the wonderful Ellora’s Cave team, and welcomes contact from her readers.
About Eileen Gormley
Eileen Gormley started writing at school when she discovered that Enid Blyton had grossly misled her about the relative amount of study and midnight feasts at boarding school. Fortunately, getting expelled broke up the monotony.
She worked as a crime reporter for fifteen years, and finds writing novels is far less stressful. So far, no matter how many odd questions she asks, no-one has tried to beat her up. She loves writing hot romances, science fiction and historical.
She’s now a breastfeeding counselor who also writes diets and workout plans for body builders. She takes her own advice and does heavy deadlifts and bench press when she hits the gym, but is still searching for the magic supplement which will allow her to get skinny without having to sweat.
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