Silken Desires
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Roxi arrived home from working at the temp agency, and announced, “The newspaper hired me permanently for their research department!” Her face shone in excitement, and his heart swelled with pride.
Jonathan rose from the couch and embraced her as she jumped into his arms. “That’s great Angel, congratulations.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and lingered there for a moment enjoying her scent.
They settled on the couch with her snuggled against him, and he draped his arm across the back of the sofa. She went on and on about her new job, new boss, and what her responsibilities were, but Jonathan couldn’t concentrate on a word she was saying. All he could do was gaze at her, and think about how smart, beautiful, and caring she was.
“Jonathan?” She gently nudged his side with her elbow.
“Hmm?” He absentmindedly responded.
“What do you think?”
He paused a moment, unable to recall a question even being asked, and smiled. “I think that I couldn’t possibly love you more than I do right now.” Pulling her onto his lap, he leaned in and cupped her cheek with his hand, and when their lips met he moaned as his dick stiffened.
She kissed him back with a giggle escaping her throat, but the laugh was abandoned once she met his tempo. Their tongues danced a sensual dance slowly and seductively in each other’s mouths.
Roxi pulled away first and parted her lips to speak. Jonathan put a finger to her lips. “No talking.”
“But that’s for the play—”
“Angel,” he warned, and pulled her back to his kisses. Her lips, warm and soft, gave into him and pressed, sucked, and pulled on his in answer to the desire he felt building inside of him.
Bunching her blouse up around her back, he slid it slowly up and over her head, leaving her in a silky blue camisole. His palm worked down her breast bone and swept across her breasts in passing. Roxi threw her head back as he returned and concentrated on her hardening nipples. Her breath stuttered and she let out a small noise.
“Shhh.” Jonathan stopped his assault on her breast and placed small kisses along the side of her neck. Stopping at her ear, he whispered, “Silence, Angel. Complete silence.” He nipped at her earlobe and ran his tongue down to her collarbone, giving it a suck. She shivered.
He abandoned his shirt and placed her hands on his chest. She tweaked his nipples and his already-hard cock pressed painfully against denim. Jonathan rose, placing her on the couch as he discarded his jeans. He stood completely naked before her with his throbbing cock only inches from her face, and she licked her lips. Lifting her chin with his fingertips, he shook his head.
Offering her a hand, he pulled her to her feet and removed her skirt and panties to reveal her sheer, thigh-high stockings. She went to slip out of her heels, and he said, “No, leave them on.” Roxi stopped and looked at him through hooded eyes.
Jonathan pulled a blanket across the couch, and then lay on it, drawing Roxi down on top of him. Grabbing her tenderly behind the neck, he possessed her mouth once again, slow and sensual.
Roxi’s breathing picked up and she started to rub her body on his. Not breaking their kiss, he trailed his fingers down her back still dressed in the silk camisole. He grabbed her ass firmly, stopping her movement against him. Keeping his hands on her cheeks, he massaged them, gradually getting closer to her pussy. Inching close but not touching, he stopped. She pulled away from his mouth and breathed out a frustrated breath.
Jonathan’s lips pulled into a sly grin, and then he licked at her lips asking for entrance again. Her lips parted and their tongues swirled back into their rhythm. Hands remaining where they were, he began to knead the globes of her ass, making sure to pass his fingertips between her legs along her folds.
Unable to reach the spot he really wanted; he broke the kiss and pushed her up to straddle him without penetration. Her face was pink with arousal, and her chest rose and fell rapidly. They normally didn’t take their time to make love, but today he craved something different, something more. He had a need to savor every second of every minute. By her reaction he could tell Roxi was extremely aroused and frustrated. She stared down at him, waiting with wild eyes, mouth parted in a pant.
“Play with your clit.” He didn’t ask often, but when he did she was always hesitant. Right then, however, she was not. Her hand went straight to her pussy and she began rubbing her nub fast and furious. “Pinch your nipple.” Her free hand rose and grabbed hard at her breast kneading it, and then she smoothed her palm and her fingers found her hardened peak through the blue silk. Tugging, pulling, and rubbing on her own flesh, she bit her lip, and he could tell she was trying her hardest not to make a sound.
Jonathan’s hands slid down her side, feeling the cool material under his palms. He paused at her naked hips and grabbed firmly while sliding her back and forth to feel her wet pussy rub against his cock. It was maddening, but he kept his cool—just barely.
Her legs tensed, raspy sporadic breaths left her mouth, and her body began rocking. “Stop,” he said. She responded immediately, and let out a huge slow controlled breath. “I want you.” That’s all he needed to say. She lifted and positioned his cock under her and then she dropped down his length.
He moaned from the contact and at the act of filling her. He was so aroused that he knew it wouldn’t be long, but he wanted to last as long as he could, for her. He watched her as she bounced up and down on him. His hands helped to lift and settled her with each move. She was beautiful, her face emitting an erotic glow, and torture marking her face as she tried to remain quiet.
His grip on her waist tightened, and his breath stuttered. He could feel the beginning of the end for him and it felt so good. So good that he couldn’t turn back now if he wanted to. His eyes closed as his balls tightened and he grunted his released of warm seed deep inside of her. “I fucking love you Roxi. So. Damn. Much.” The last few words came with deep thrusts of his hips into her pussy which throbbed with spasms. She, too, found her release. He opened his eyes to watch her writhe in sheer ecstasy.
He felt emotion shoot through him so strong it was dizzying. With a lump in his throat and a tightening in his chest, tears rolled off his face and sobs pulled from his throat. As Roxi lost control she screamed out his name repeatedly. When they both slowed their efforts she fell forward on his chest and she began to weep with him. “Oh, Jonathan.”
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She couldn’t help the tears; her emotions were far too strong to hold back. The two of them held one another tightly and cried together. Words weren’t needed. They remained connected for some time until they both quieted. When she knew Jonathan had regained his composure, she pulled away from him and smiled. Her body still tingled from one of the most powerful orgasms to ever take her body without pain. She was blown away and didn’t think she was capable any more.
They were at a point in their relationship where they could be brutally honest with one another and that honesty translated into their lovemaking as well. True raw emotion had dictated their passion, and she felt closer to Jonathan than ever before.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. She felt his breath on her neck, and he whispered harshly into her ear, “Playroom.” Her heart sped instantly hearing in his voice how badly he needed it, and she knew she did too after being emotionally wiped out.
Jonathan strapped her trembling, naked body to the spanking bench. Her heart pounded in her chest like it normally did, but this time it was different. Anxiety rippled through her. She could hear the whip cracking in the air above her and inwardly winced.
Panic consumed her and she pulled at the restraints, but they prevented her from moving the slightest bit, making her feel a little claustrophobic. Before she could get her breathing right, the whip snapped her ass, and it hurt, not in a good way either. Something was off, something was different, something was wrong. The whip came down on her repeatedly as Jonathan was being relentless; he gave it his all. She started crying and didn’t think she could t
ake it anymore.
“No, no, no!” She cried. Why isn’t he stopping? The whip burned her ass one slice at a time. “God, no!” She screamed. Her breaths were halted with each slap of the whip, and it was hard to get the oxygen back in her lungs. “Please, no,” she whimpered, as the tears poured from her eyes. Her continued protests went unheard because she lost the strength to yell out loud enough for him to hear.
Pain, pain, pain, that’s all that she could feel and think about, she couldn’t get her head straight. She just wanted it to stop, but how? Then her vision blurred and went from white to the color of blood. “RED!” She cried out as loud as her lungs would allow.
The whipping stopped immediately at the use of her safeword. “Rox?”
Roxi nodded her head as best as she could. “Yes, red.” She began to cry out in hysterics for fear that he’d start again. “Red, red, Jonathan, red!”
He mumbled a string of cuss words, and then the feeling of her hands and ankles being freed was a relief. “I’ve got you Rox, I got you.” He lifted her in his arms and took her from the playroom into their bedroom laying her on the bed. Stroking her face and pulling the hair from her tear-streaked cheek he looked at her, really looked at her. “Are you all right?” She nodded her head slowly, unable to stop crying. “What happened Rox, why did you safeword?” Through her watery eyes, she could see the mark of worry on his brow.
“It hurt Jonathan.” She hiccupped back a sob. “It hurt a lot.”
“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know, you always yell no and to stop, which usually just means more. I didn’t know until you actually safeworded that I needed to stop.” He cradled her in his arms and held her tightly. The contact felt nice, but couldn’t take the sting out of her ass. “You should’ve stopped it sooner,” he said.
“I forgot how. I panicked.” She sniffled.
“Shit. I should have paid more attention to you. I’m sorry.” He nuzzled his face into her neck above her shoulder. “I never wanted to hurt you. But look,” he said pointing to her hind parts. “I didn’t even hit you that hard. You barely have any marks on you.”
She reached back and rubbed her hand across her bare skin, and winced. “It sure doesn’t feel that way.” Getting up slowly she walked to the closet and opened it revealing a full length mirror on the inside of the door. Her hair was a mess, her face and chest were red and splotchy. Turning around, all she saw in the reflection were a few tiny pink stripes. “What the hell? It feels like it’s on fire.”
Roxi walked back to the bed and sat carefully. “Do you think that maybe we can retire the whips for a while. I’m not so sure I like them anymore.”
“Oh God, yes! I don’t ever want to hurt you. You have to know that I’m going to be very easy with you from now on, and I will keep asking for reassurances throughout our scenes. I never want to see you like this again. It hurts me, too.” His eyes searched hers.
“I think I’d just like to be your tame little slut for now. Is that all right?” She looked away from him.
He pulled her chin toward him. “You can be whatever you want Roxi. Thank you.”
“For what?” Confused by the thanks, she felt her brows pull down.
“For safewording. It means the world that you trusted in me to stop when you needed me to. Thank you.” He pressed a hard fast kiss on her lips to which she responded back with a moan.
Roxi rolled onto her back and spread her legs in invitation. Jonathan crawled between her thighs, and slipped his cock into her wetness. Thrusting in and out slowly he made love to his woman, she moaned as he woke the feelings from earlier on the couch. This time they kept their eyes on one another, it was truly erotic and more intimate than she could ever remember it being.
She started to cry again, and Jonathan stopped all movement. “What’s wrong, honey?” He trailed his fingers along the side of her face.
“Nothing, nothing’s wrong Jonathan. Everything’s perfect.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, wiggled, and felt a smile spread across her face.
Finally, the worry drained from his face and he smiled back. Cupping her face he leaned down and kissed her softly. He pulled his mouth from hers. “Yes, everything is perfect.”
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~Acknowledgements~
First, I would like to thank you, the reader for purchasing my work, and also a big thanks to those who encouraged me to continue writing the Silken stories. Randi Alexander, bad cop and editor, thank you for all you do, because I know I must make you nuts. Mina Carter thank you for my awesome cover, you rock. My beta-readers - Thank you; Leslee Murray, and Peggy Lang (and I guess Richard Lanzarotta, too). And lastly, I want to thank my family and friends for all of their love and support. Without them I couldn’t do this.
~About the Author~
Laci enjoys spending time with her family more than anything. She and her husband support their children on the soccer pitch, and off. In addition to reading and writing Laci takes pleasure in the outdoors by way of hiking and camping.
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Silken Edge Series
The Silken Edge, #1 - Jake and Kristy
Silken Desires, #2 - Jonathan and Roxi
Silken Kisses, #3 - Steven and Mona and Roy
Silken Secrets, #4 - Cindy and Troy
& more to come!