by Marie Harte
When he slid his fingers between her folds, she swayed and clasped his arms. He let her go, his gaze fixed to her face.
“Push my shirt off,” he ordered. He watched her with eyes of blue steel. This play might only extend to the bedroom, but it was a part of Brian that showed her more of the man behind the name.
“Yes, Sir.” She did and sighed as its absence exposed his amazing build. He had to work out, because his muscular chest couldn’t be the result of endless boardroom meetings. He had a light sprinkle of blond hair over his chest that carried down his navel and lower. She licked her lips.
“Now touch me. Everywhere. Learn my body.”
She did, stroking his arms, his chest, his neck. She followed with a kiss, then peeked up at him.
“Suck my nipples. Give me tiny bites.” She heard him hiss his appreciation. “That’s it. Show me how you like to be touched and kissed.” She did, and he was soon moaning under her seduction… Until he grabbed her by the hair.
She stilled, incredibly turned on by his strength.
“Naughty slave. Trying to take over.” His chest heaved, and his cock jutted from his pants as he brushed against her. “Stand up straight, and keep those legs wide.”
When he dropped to his knees, she wanted to thank the universe for finally finding her a man she actually liked being with. “Brian… Sir.”
He stared at her bare mound. “You shaved.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He said nothing more. Then his mouth was over her clit, stroking with a firm tongue while he sucked her into a heady, overwhelming orgasm in seconds.
She shattered and gripped his shoulders to keep from falling while she keened.
He eased a finger inside her. “You taste so sweet.”
“B-Brian. God.”
He kissed her once more, then stood. “Take my pants off.”
She did, bending down, still shaky, while removing them. When she would have stood again, he put a hand to her head. “No, kneel down.”
Her recent orgasm had faded, and a new thrill shook her. Obeying Brian turned out to be as invigorating as she’d imagined. She felt his power, yet when she pleased him, she seemed to have the upper hand.
“We should have had this discussion before. Are you on birth control?” he asked.
“Yes.” She knew what she was agreeing to by admitting that.
“Thank God. I know you’re clean. You aren’t the type to not be careful.”
“Yes.”
“Neither am I. I always use protection, and I’m fanatical about my health. But I don’t want a condom with you. I want to fill you up, everywhere.”
She had a hard time breathing, her heart threatening to race out of her chest.
“Suck me, Faith. Put those shiny lips around my cock and swallow my come.”
She moaned as she took him between her lips and tasted him. His excitement was a palpable thing. She felt so feminine, so desired, as she learned what he liked. She took as much of him as she could before gagging, and he immediately eased.
“Breathe through your nose. I want to hit the back of your throat,” he growled. “Ease me, Faith.”
She wanted to, so badly. He took his time, and from the way he shook, she knew he wanted to fuck her hard. But he moved in slow increments, until she had the whole of him in her mouth, sliding between her lips.
“Yeah, more. I need to come, baby. Take your master. That’s it.”
She tightened her lips around him and stroked his thighs, then cupped his balls.
“Swallow me. Fuck. I’m coming, Faith.” He swore again and jerked as he flooded her mouth with seed.
She swallowed him, taking control while he was helpless to stem his orgasm. Once she’d swallowed every drop, she released him from her mouth.
“A bit more,” he rasped and held himself to her lips.
She saw the drop clinging to his slit and licked him dry, delighted with his shudder and the way he moaned her name.
“Faith. Faith.” He stroked her hair, then tugged her to her feet. “What a good little slave you are.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He chuckled. “On the bed with you. Now that we’re warmed up, time to really get started.”
Chapter Seven
Brian massaged Faith into a state of languid pleasure. Now fully naked and chained to the bed, she lay spread-eagled, oiled up and his for the taking.
The power exchange he’d never satisfactorily achieved with his previous lovers settled into him with Faith as if they’d been born to be together.
He’d already been halfway to falling for her before tonight, but this sharing of more than bodies broke his resolve to maintain any distance from her at all.
He’d come so hard between her lips. Tasting her, feeling her explode under his control, had been a dream come true.
“Tell me what you feel,” he murmured.
She blinked at him through shuttered lids. “I feel boneless.”
He smiled. “Good. And emotionally?”
She licked her lips, and not wanting her to get dehydrated, he lifted her head from the pillow and let her sip from the ice-cold water he’d fetched her.
“Thanks…Sir.”
He loved that she stayed in the role, treating it as real and not just something to play at.
“I feel good. Really good. Protected.” She sounded surprised.
“Cared for,” he added, and stroked her throat and chest, paying attention to her stiff nipples and heavy breasts. She had the perfect build he lusted after, and he couldn’t give her breasts enough attention.
She squirmed, tugging on her wrists tied to the bed. The soft cuffs wouldn’t hurt but were strong enough to restrain her. “That feels so good.”
“Yes, it does.” He straddled her, his cock lying against her belly. Erect, as he had been since he’d started the massage, he did nothing to relieve himself, wanting to come inside her this time.
“You’re big.” She gazed down her body at him. “So thick.”
“Did you like swallowing me? Be honest.”
She nodded. “You stretched my mouth, and my jaw kind of ached. But going down on you was so hot. Made me so wet.” She moaned. “I loved swallowing you. I want to do it again.”
“You will.” Of that he had no doubt. “But first I need to fuck the stubborn out of you.”
“What?” Her eyes widened.
“You haven’t been calling me Sir. And you haven’t told me how you really feel. More than protected and good, I think. The truth, Faith.”
“But I—”
“The truth.” He gripped her throat. He didn’t hurt her, but his mark was unmistakable. Her nipples grew tighter, her pupils dilated and her breathing grew faster. “Yeah, you like that.”
“I do. I like everything about tonight,” she confessed. “It kind of scares me.”
He didn’t remove his hand. “Why?”
Living in the moment, so enraptured with Brian and his masterful presence, Faith answered, “Because I’m afraid this won’t last…Sir.”
He kissed her, the possessive claiming breaking through the walls guarding her heart. “This might seem like harmless play, Faith. But it means something to me. I don’t do this with just anyone. Hell, with no one for longer than I can remember.”
She watched him.
“You do something to me.” He stroked her neck, petting her while he rubbed against her belly with that mouthwatering erection. “I want to be with you. Outside this room. All the time.”
She had no idea what to say to that. Because she wanted it too. Maybe too much. “I—”
“Don’t tell me what you think I want to hear. In fact, don’t tell me anything. Not now. I just want you to know this isn’t casual for me.” He leaned down to kiss her, his hands sliding over her slick skin as he roused her to climax once more and left her hanging when he eased back.
“No, Sir. Please.”
“Easy, Faith. We’ve played with our fantasies, and it’s been
amazing. You’re a wonderful slave, if a bit bratty.”
She gave him a mock frown, and he laughed.
“Yeah, there’s that fire I love. But we haven’t gotten to the last part of your fantasy yet. The part where you like to be watched.”
She blinked, shocked he meant to go through with that so soon. “Is there a camera in here or something?”
“No. I like my privacy. I thought I’d bring you something you can’t get yourself.”
Not sure what he meant, she watched in simultaneous horror and exhilaration when he left her side and made a phone call. A few moments later, he opened the door to allow another man to enter.
She couldn’t see the stranger in the shadow, because only the fireplace and a few candles lit the interior of the room. The man moved back, resting in the corner of the room, in the darkness. Just knowing someone else witnessed her splayed out on the bed, naked and wet with arousal, gave the night a surreal, fantastic edge. God, Brian hadn’t been kidding. He meant to give her whatever she wanted.
“Our friend is here to watch you. To see if you can give me what I need.”
She licked her lips. “Y-yes, Sir.”
“Christ, that’s hot,” Brian’s friend said in a low voice.
“But let’s make this really interesting.”
“Sir?” Any worry her identity or reputation might be smirched by the stranger had gone out the window the moment she’d let Brian dominate her. She had complete trust he wouldn’t do anything to ruin her name, or his. But this man, who was he?
“Let’s see if you can make him come too,” Brian challenged and nodded at his friend.
She couldn’t see the man’s face, just his body in the shadow. She watched him unzip his pants and take himself out, showcasing a large, erect cock.
Oh my God, I’m the star of my own porn movie! And she was loving every second of it.
“See how hard you got him? Just from being you, Faith.” Brian moved on top of her and knelt between her legs, flushed with arousal.
A man watched her—watched them—and wanted her. She felt so beautiful, so desired. Her therapist would have a field day with this, but she didn’t care. Caught in the lust of not one, but two men, Faith reveled in it.
“Yes, Sir. Use me. Come inside me.”
“I intend to.” Brian leaned down and kissed her breast, sucking the taut nipple until she could do nothing but squirm. Then he moved to her other breast, and she couldn’t help glancing at his friend, seeing him move his large hand over himself. Jerking off to the sight of Faith.
She arched into Brian, crying out when he bit her nipple, then licked away the sting. She felt him prod her folds before the tip of him entered her.
“More, Sir. Please.” She tried grinding against him, but he wouldn’t be rushed. With her ankles and wrists restrained, she could only take what he wanted to give. The rush of helplessness enhanced her arousal, pulling her reality and sending her into a place where sensation, not thought, ruled.
Brian sat back on his knees and tilted her hips up, then he pushed more of himself inside her. “Watch me enter you,” he rumbled.
She looked down her body to see where they joined, and to see Brian staring down at himself half inside her.
She wanted more, but he wouldn’t move. “Put yourself all the way in me. Please, Sir.”
“Not yet.” He watched her face while he put his fingers over her clit.
She moaned, loving his careful attention. Energy arced between them, and he swore when her body tried to draw him deeper by clamping down around him.
Brian didn’t move his position, continuing to rub her. “Get me nice and wet.”
She couldn’t help herself as she rocked over the part of him she could reach. She saw the other man jerking himself faster, heard his panting, and crested nearer her own climax.
Then Brian shoved himself all the way inside her and pinched her clit, and she came hard, crying out as she tightened around him.
He didn’t move while she seized, his forehead sweaty, his eyes narrowed in pained pleasure. “Fuck. That’s it. Come all over me. Good girl.”
He withdrew and continued to rub her clit until she grew oversensitized.
“No more,” she pleaded.
“Oh fuck,” his friend said as he came, his seed spurting over the floor. “Shit. So good.”
Faith basked in the afterglow, until she realized Brian hadn’t come yet. “Brian?”
“Naughty slave.” He slapped her flank. The sting shook her, because instead of hurting, the throb echoed in her clit. “What’s my name?”
“Sir.”
Brian reached over the bed for the nightstand, where he’d left the massage oil. He brought it closer and drizzled it over his cock.
She bit her lip, knowing what came next.
“That’s right. Your master is going to come up that fine ass. You ready for me, Faith?”
He’d given her orgasms all night, and he’d let her experience her fantasy without batting an eye. His friend continued to watch them, his cock still half-hard.
“Is he going to watch?” she asked, her breath hitching.
“Do you want him to?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Brian put more oil on his fingers, then slid them between her legs, right between her ass cheeks. His fingers searched for and found her hole. “Good. Because I want him to watch me fill you up.”
She gasped, and the man watching them groaned.
“Tell me if it hurts,” Brian ordered, his face flushed. He looked so handsome, so domineering as he gently slid a finger around her rim, then inside her. He played, easing her body around him as he moved first one, then another finger inside her anus.
Stretching her, paining her, yet the pleasure remained. His claiming felt solid, as real as the fingers stroking her passage.
“God, Faith. You’re so sexy. I want you to come while I take your ass, to squeeze me so tight.” He swore under his breath and removed his fingers, then angled her hips higher. “I want to watch while I take you.”
He drizzled more oil over himself. So slick, he pushed the tip of his cock inside her.
She moaned, surprised. “Oh. That feels good,”
Then he thrust more of himself inside and met resistance. A burn. His cock was much thicker than his fingers.
“Push out, Faith,” he ordered. “Push out and I’ll slide right in.” His gaze was glued to hers as he leaned forward. He planted his hands on either side of her while he angled deeper.
She pushed out, and it stung as he breached her. Lubed up and moving slowly, he felt odd but not bad. And then the ache turned to a slow burn of pleasure as she gripped him with her body.
“Fuck me, you’re so tight.” He groaned and stilled after sliding the whole of himself inside her.
“Jesus, that’s hot,” his friend rasped in a sultry Southern voice, reminding her of his presence. She couldn’t believe she’d forgotten.
He’s watching Brian take my ass. That is so sexy. Her inner bad girl loved being on display, almost as much as she liked submitting to Brian.
“Don’t suppose you’d welcome a second in bed?”
“No,” Brian rejected the idea out of hand, and his possession pleased Faith more than she could say.
“No,” Faith agreed, staring up into Brian’s agonized face. “Just you,” she said to him.
“Just me,” he repeated and started moving again.
The lingering traces of discomfort faded as the fullness of him entranced her. Then her savvy lover cupped her breasts again. He teased her nipples as he pounded into her, and her arousal flamed once more.
Just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, he lowered his touch to her clit, and she saw stars.
“God, Faith. That’s it, tighter.” He rubbed her clit while he continued to thrust deeper, and she clamped an empty vagina while his movement grew rougher.
“Take her. Fuck her ass. Harder,” his friend growled, and she noted he’d hardened
once more and masturbated in a frenzy. “Come, Brian. All inside her.”
Brian ground her clit and leaned down to kiss her, and she came, locking around him.
He removed his hand from between them while he furiously finished, coming hard on a cry as he poured into her. The muscles in his chest, arms and belly constricted as he released.
Behind him, his friend swore and came again, the scent of sex and pleasure thick around them.
“Oh Faith. Baby,” Brian whispered and pulled out a bit, only to shove back inside her. “You’re so warm.”
“So fuckin’ beautiful,” his friend murmured.
She felt beautiful. A real woman, one capable of pleasuring men because she owned her sexuality. Her desire felt pure, untainted by anything out of bounds. She’d loved every bit of fucking Brian, with or without their audience.
“Thank you,” she said to their watcher, who nodded.
“My pleasure. Sincerely.” He tided himself and left. The door closed behind him and snicked shut.
“You okay, honey?” Brian asked, still embedded inside her.
“Yes. That was so amazing.”
He sighed. “Yeah. I don’t want to move. Ever.”
Yet he softened inside her and finally withdrew. He left her and quickly returned with a warm cloth to clean her.
After taking care of the mess he’d left between her legs, he untied her restraints and led her into the bathroom.
There, he washed her, taking care of all her sore parts needing attention.
“Brian…”
“Yeah?” His gritty voice and the affection in his eyes sent her spiraling into love—a dumb place to be following sex, but Faith had never been able to separate the two.
“Thank you.”
He smiled, and his simple joy shook her foundation. “No, honey. Thank you. You were so open, so incredibly lovely.” He paused. “I don’t think I’ve ever called a woman lovely in my entire life. But you…you get to me.”
He hugged her, the embrace passionate but not sexual. A coming together of two people who’d needed to fill a void. She could only hope she hadn’t read more into the situation than he meant. Faith had a nasty habit of always wanting more.