Season of Seduction

by Jeffe Kennedy, Christine d’Abo, Elise Logan, Emily-Ryan Davis, Jodie Griffin

  Her eyes were riveted on him, and when her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, he groaned. “You want this?”

  She swallowed hard. “Please.”

  “Ah, such a polite kitten.” He tugged her forward with one finger hooked into her sweater until she was between his legs again, up on her knees. “Put your hands on my legs and don’t move them. Touch me, but with your mouth only.”

  She bent her head and rubbed her face against his length. He’d expected her to suck him right in, but he should’ve known Becca would make her own path. And she had, but as good as it felt, she hadn’t obeyed his order, and he decided it would be a good time to point out how he expected her to follow them. He wrapped a hand in her hair and carefully tugged her head back. “That felt fantastic, but that wasn’t what I told you to do, was it, kitten?”

  She flushed guiltily. “No.”

  “I said mouth only. Now, we haven’t gone over any rules except your safe word, so for this you get a free pass. But in the future, if I tell you to do something and you don’t do what I tell you to do, there will be consequences.”

  Her eyes flared wide, a hint of true panic in them.

  “Easy, kitten. Easy.” He kept his voice soft and calm. “Consequences are things like stopping what we’re doing. Or me getting off, but making you sit there and watch while I do it myself. I don’t use spankings or flogging or caning for punishment. I never have and I never will.” He leaned forward and kissed her gently, his hand still tangled in her hair. “Especially not with you. Not now that I know...no.”

  “I didn’t know—”

  He cut her off with another kiss. “I know you didn’t know. I’m not angry, sweetheart. We’re learning here, together, both of us. I’m just sharing my rules.”

  She blinked up at him. “Do I get to have rules too?”

  He smiled at her tremulous question. “In a manner of speaking. If there are things you’re dead-set against doing, you only have to tell me. Those are hard limits. A do-not-cross line, and I promise you, I’ll respect it. And there might be things that aren’t cast in stone but you’re still not sure you want them. Those are soft limits. We play carefully around those, but I’m going to push you to try, especially if I think you really want them but you’re afraid to say so.”

  Her eyes went soft. “Okay.”

  “Good girl. Now, where were we? Oh, right.” He guided her head close then fisted his cock with his free hand to rub it against her lips. She didn’t struggle, just went with it, opening her mouth immediately. His stomach tightened. “Lick me.”

  She made a noise low in her throat and did exactly as he ordered, tentatively licking the head of his dick, then drawing her tongue over the part of it not covered by his fist. Her tongue lashed against his hand, so he withdrew it and she continued on, licking him in long strokes until his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. “Stop.”

  She froze immediately, her breath warm puffs of air against his wet length.

  He was torn. It was obvious she had little to no experience with this, but she was turning him inside out with her innocence. He didn’t want to ruin that, to mar the experience for her, but he needed to know how far he could go. “Kitten, have you done this before?”

  Her face paled. “Oh, God. I’m—”

  “Ah, hell,” he muttered, cutting her off. “I’m fucking this up. Don’t you dare apologize. If you were any better at it, you’d kill me. But I need to know if you’re going to panic if I come in your mouth.”

  Instant color flooded her cheeks. “No, I haven’t. But I’m not that naïve. I know what happens.”

  “Good to know.” An evil idea crossed his mind, and he grinned. “I think we’ll change things up a bit. A blowjob is great, but I’m going to fuck your mouth instead.”

  Her eyes went wide, so wide he could see the whites all the way around them, and her hands flexed on his thighs, her fingertips biting into his legs.

  “Kitten? You with me?’

  “I didn’t know that was possible,” she blurted. “How... I don’t get that.”

  He laughed. Here he thought she was freaking out, when she was showing the curiosity of the kitten he called her. “Easy, sweetheart. You open wide, and I stroke in and out.”

  She stared at his cock, her eyes still wide, her face red. “I don’t know about that.”

  “Is that a hard limit? Or a soft one?”

  He could see her mind spinning. She closed her eyes for a long moment, and when she opened them again, they were serious. “Soft, I think. But please—”

  His heart twisted as he moved to reassure her. “Trust me, Rebeccah. I won’t hurt you.” When she nodded, finally, he squeezed her shoulder. “Trade places with me.”

  He stood and reached behind her, picking up his belt and putting it in her palm, curling her hand around it. “Because your mouth will be otherwise occupied,” he said, letting her see the humor in his eyes, “you need a safe signal instead of a safe word. If you need me to stop, drop the belt. Understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “You’re an amazing woman, and don’t you ever forget that.” He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, tenderly at first, then harder as she opened to him. He moved his way over her face, placing butterfly kisses on her eyes and the tip of her nose, moving back to her mouth. He lightly bit her bottom lip and soothed it with his tongue.

  He guided her backward so she sat, and as soon as she was on the chair, his cock throbbed. Patience, he reminded himself. His fisted himself and squeezed until he felt more in control. “Put your tongue out, kitten.”

  She looked up at him, her tongue out like an obedient, eager sub, and he nearly lost it right there. He tapped it with his cock and she moaned, making his balls ache. “Open wide,” he growled, fighting against the need to take, to do what his body demanded when faced with a willing, consenting, submissive woman.

  He grabbed a fistful of her hair with one hand, holding her head steady as he stroked into her mouth for the very first time. Her lips closed around him, warm and wet. “Fuck,” he swore, his teeth clenched. “Fuck, that’s good.”

  He kept his strokes shallow, not wanting to freak her out. He glanced down at her hand, the one holding the belt. It was still clenched tightly in her hand, and her fist was on his hip. Her free hand grasped his other hip. On an out stroke, he paused. “Still with me, kitten?”

  “More,” she begged. “Please don’t stop.”

  “Not unless you use your safe word,” he promised. And even then, it would be close. He’d do it, but it would probably kill him. With his free hand, he caressed her cheek as he drove back into her mouth, going deeper this time. “So damn sweet.”

  She watched him with innocence and trust and a desire for him and him alone. Best fucking gift, ever.

  Firelight flickered over her face and reflected in her eyes. She started making small noises in the back of her throat and the vibration of it drew him closer and closer to the point of no return.

  The next time he stroked into her mouth, he went deeper than he had before. It felt like heaven, but Becca’s eyes flared slightly. “Too much?”

  She held up the hand holding the belt and squeezed it tighter.

  “You like the feel of my cock in there, don’t you? Pushing you somewhere you’ve never been. And you know it’s not all in there. I bet you’re wondering how much more you can take. Curious little kitten, aren’t you?”

  Her face went soft and she wrapped her tongue around his dick, sucking as he withdrew part way.

  He groaned and laughed at the same time. “You are trouble, sweetheart. Take a deep breath.”

  She did, and he stroked in, a longer one this time. The moment he felt the head of his cock tap against the back of her throat, he pulled back out. “Again?”

  She squeezed the belt and h
is hip at the same time.

  Jesus, she was something else. He tightened his grip on her hair and pumped his hips once, twice, three times, four, going deeper each time, and she took everything he gave her. She only gagged once, her eyes going wide, but she never dropped the belt. “Next time, when you feel me close, swallow.”

  Her throat closed over the head of his cock and he shuddered, gritting his teeth against the need to come. Her first time or not, her action nearly brought him to his knees. He set his palm against her neck and stroked in again, feeling it expand as he pushed deeply into the warm cavern of her mouth and throat. Her eyes were bright, her lips swollen and glossy red. Fucking beautiful.

  She gagged again, her eyes tearing, and he pulled out. He hadn’t planned on this tonight, not this soon, but she was willing and needy and he’d wanted her for so long. Still wanted her, underneath him naked and writhing as he teased and tormented her, but this would take the edge off, if she could handle it.

  “Do we need to stop?” He hoped she’d say no but feared she’d say yes. He waited, breath caught in his chest.

  Chapter Five

  “Please,” Becca begged, digging her fingernails into his hip. Please please please. He swiped a thumb across her jaw, catching the tear she’d felt trickle from the corner of her eye when she gagged. How could she explain to him that she liked that feeling when she couldn’t figure out why she did, herself. All she knew was that she was wet and swollen at her core, and her nipples ached to be touched. Desperate frustration made her open her mouth and she tried to move forward, but Jeremy was still holding her steady by her hair and her throat. A raw, pleading noise escaped.

  His hips flexed and he plunged into her mouth again. “Christ, babe, you’re killing me. I don’t have much more control left in me, so if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, we have to stop now.”

  No. She moaned her denial, obvious even though it was unintelligible.

  He locked gazes with her as he drove into her mouth, over and over again, short strokes now. Under her hands, she felt his muscles tense, and he pulled out of her mouth.

  “Open wide, kitten, and take it all,” he muttered, stroking himself harder and faster.

  God, yes. I want it.

  She did what he said and he groaned, his release spilling out onto her tongue in long spurts. The taste was unique, salty but not unpleasant, like nothing she’d ever tasted before. She swallowed, then darted her tongue out to lap up the small drops that kept coming from the tip.

  His voice came out deep, ragged, thoroughly satisfied. “That’s right. Lick me clean.”

  She hummed as she did exactly that. There was something so satisfying in knowing she’d brought him—this tough yet gentle man—to this point where he was trembling, shaking with the force of his orgasm. She’d done this to him, and it didn’t feel the slightest bit dirty. It made her feel sexy and wanted and...

  He rubbed his knuckles across her face, blocking her from touching him again. “That’s enough, babe. Things get a little...sensitive after.”

  She sat back with a happy sigh and he reached down, covering her fist with his hand.

  Huh. She’d forgotten she still held the belt and, when she opened her fingers, there were marks where the leather had dug into her skin.

  He took her hand and kissed the ridges it had made. “Thank you, kitten.”

  For a second, she floundered. What was the right response for that? “I, uh...sure.”

  He smiled wickedly as he tucked himself back into his briefs, his jeans still riding low on his hips. “We’re not done yet, in case you’re wondering.”

  Her face flamed even as her heart skipped a beat. More?

  The laughter in his eyes turned serious as he pulled her to her feet. He kissed her nose and leaned his forehead against hers. “You okay?”

  “Better than okay. I didn’t know...” Her voice drifted off. His face tightened and she kept talking. If she talked, she wouldn’t have to answer the question she could see in his eyes. She didn’t want to ruin the mood so she grinned up at him. “Best. Dessert. Ever.”

  That startled a bark of laughter from him and his expression turned playful. “I’ll be happy to feed you dessert any time.”

  She laughed and ducked her head.

  “You kill me, you know that?” Jeremy’s voice was fierce. He tucked his hand under her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “So fucking sweet, and so unaware of the appeal you have to a man like me. To me, period.”

  She blinked. “What do you mean, to a man like you? A cop?”

  He snorted. “No. To a man who craves a submissive woman. A Dom.”

  She narrowed her eyes and raised a brow. “I don’t know what a Dom is, but submissive? I’m no doormat, so don’t even think you can walk all over me. Been there, done that, divorced now.”

  He barked out a rough laugh and pulled her against his chest. “Not what I meant, kitten, and I’m glad to hear it. Nothing sexier than a woman who knows what she wants and refuses to take shit from anyone. By submissive, I meant you like it when I tell you what to do, or when I choose what we do, in a sexual situation.”

  Oh, that. Yes, please. “I’m not sure how I feel about the when I choose what we do part, but I did like it when you asked me to lick you.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and settled closer against him. His heart thudded under her ear, strong and steady. When his hand came up and cupped the back of her head, she sighed. And when his hand wound around her hair and tugged her head back, and his lips stopped just shy of hers, she got wet.

  Very, very wet, and very, very desperate to have his mouth on hers.

  “Please, I...”

  Jeremy pulled back, instead of kissing her. “I didn’t ask you to lick me, did I?”

  She thought about it for a second. No, he’d told her, and she’d been happy to do it, wanted to. “Why did you stop just now?”

  He grinned. “Just showing you what I mean by when I choose what we do. You may want that kiss, but you can’t have it. Not until I say so. And, kitten? You’re beautifully submissive in the way you do what I tell you to do.”

  His words sent a frisson of unease winding through her and suddenly it was all too much. She wrenched herself out of his arms and fled to the sofa, drawing her legs up and curling into a ball in the corner. She wrapped her arms around her legs and set her chin on her knees, trying to get her breathing to calm. She could feel the panic rising, threatening to overwhelm her senses.

  “Bec? What’s wrong? What did I say?” He squatted down beside the sofa, getting eye level with her. He reached out a hand as if to touch her, but he must’ve seen something on her face because he pulled back, his eyes flaring as he dropped his hand. “I think maybe now would be a good time to talk about Sam.”

  She couldn’t hold back the words. “How is this different from what he did to me? That I’m in control attitude...you tell me no, he tells me no. Don’t I get a say in things? Doesn’t what I want matter?” She squeezed her eyes shut.

  He sighed and then she felt the air stir. When she opened her eyes again, he was sitting on the floor against the sofa with his long legs out in front of him, staring at the fire.

  He glanced back over his shoulder at her with a pained look on his face. “I’m sorry, Rebeccah. Maybe this, between us, isn’t such a good idea. I don’t know if I can...this is who I am.”

  Panic of a different kind flooded her system, confusing her even more. “What?”

  He scrubbed a hand over his jaw and shifted sideways so he faced her. “You do get a say, with your safe word and your limits. And you matter. All of you, body, mind, heart, soul. But I’d rather not be with you than hurt you, so maybe it’s time for me to go home. Could be that I want you to be a submissive so badly that I read your body language wrong and I’m seeing what I want to see. Or
maybe what Sam did to you stole your trust and you truly can’t see the differences between us. I don’t know, but...” He sighed again, gave a small, sad smile. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

  Her heart clenched. “Jeremy, I...”

  Before she could finish, her phone rang.

  * * *

  Jeremy swore. There was more he wanted to say, but maybe this was a sign to shut the fuck up and give her some damn space. “I should go home.”

  “I—”

  He didn’t want to hear the rest. Today had gone from anticipation to incredible to shit and, selfishly, he didn’t know how much more he could take. He shoved to his feet, realizing belatedly his jeans were still unzipped. He turned away and fixed his clothes while the phone continued to ring. “You should get that.”

  “The machine will. Jeremy, I—”

  Her words were cut off by a low, angry man’s voice. “Pick up the phone. I know you’re there.”

  She made a disbelieving sound and he turned to her. Her eyes were round and her face, which had still been flushed with arousal despite her concerns, was now chalk white.

  It had to be her ex, but before he could ask, the man spoke again, his voice slightly slurred.

  “What you did? That isn’t the way a proper Jewish wife acts, and you know it. Pick up the damn phone, Rebeccah, so we can talk about it.”

  There was a long beat of silence filled with angry male breathing. Becca was twisting her hands in front of her and, if possible, she was curled up even more protectively than she’d been earlier. What the hell?

  “When I get back from New York, I’ll stop by your house. We will talk, Rebeccah. Count on it.” There was an audible click, and the call ended.

  Becca went dead still, then shook her head back and forth in denial.