Seduced by His Song

by Abby Gordon

  He kept his own eyes on the top edge of the sun as it dipped lower. As purples darkened to black and the oranges disappeared, his fingers clenched her hips and he released into her. The rush of him into her pussy sent her over again and her muscles tightened around him, pulling every drop of his cum into her womb.

  Panting, exhausted by exhilarated, he caressed her body, drew her up against his chest, and held her close.

  “So perfect,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck. His hands were gentle on her now, gliding over where he’d been so rough earlier. “So damn sweetly submissive, baby. You’re mine, baby. All mine.”

  Her only reply was a contented sigh as her hands rested on his thighs. His left hand turned her head so he could see her face. Oh, yes, that was the expression he wanted in her half-closed eyes—satisfied, contented sexual fulfillment.

  His lips took hers, softly at first. She melted into him, opening up as his tongue teased for entrance. He was gentle, tender, savoring the aftermath of incredible sex.

  “Ready to rinse off in the waves?” he murmured, kissing her cheeks.

  “I’m not sure I can walk,” she admitted. “After the first couple orgasms, your arms were the only things keeping me from crumpling at your feet.”

  “Mm, I like the sound of that,” chuckled Sean. “My goal for tomorrow is for you to be hardly able to stand up.”

  Her lips curved. “The way you’re going, I won’t be able to walk for a few days.”

  “You have a problem with that?”

  “Let’s see if you can do it,” she purred, wriggling her hips on his lap.

  “Challenge accepted,” he murmured, nipping her bottom lip. “I have toys here, baby. Lots of toys I’m going to use on this sweet…” His hands cupped her breasts. Her whimper had him smiling. “Responsive…” His fingers pinched and she moaned. “Obedient…” his right hand swept down her body and teased her clit. “Come.”

  And her body obeyed—an orgasm spasmed through and her pussy gripped his semi-erect cock.

  “Body,” he finished.

  “Make that a week,” she panted. “I won’t be able to walk for a week.”

  “Does that mean I can tie you to the bed for a week?” Sean wondered, smiling at the thought. “God, I love the sound of that. You helpless in my head, waiting for me while I’m in my studio. I finish a song and come to celebrate by fucking you with my cock and toys.”

  She moaned. “Please, Master.”

  “Would you like that?” he asked, the idea coalescing beyond his original scheme. “Kept naked, either in my bed or in the studio. As my sex slave or pet?”

  Jessica shivered. His hand at her breast felt her nipple harden at his words as her muscles clenched his dick. Holy shit.

  “You like that.” His voice was insistent. Could he have found his dream woman? Under his nose practically for five years? His by sheer dumb luck because he’d bragged about that night? “Jessica, do you like that idea?”

  His fingers tightened on the turgid tip until she cried out.

  “Yes! Yes, Master. Please. Make me your sex slave.”

  His left hand tangled in her hair, turning her head. As soon as he could, he covered her mouth with his, sealing the bargain.

  Surrendering to him, Jessica knew she didn’t fully understand what she’d agreed to. She didn’t care. All she wanted was Sean. His hands on her. His cock in her pussy or mouth. His mouth covering hers, on her body. Being his sex slave sounded like heaven.

  Chapter Eleven

  His arms cradled her to his chest as he stood. She looped her arms around his neck, thinking he was going to carry her inside. When he walked forward instead of turning around, her eyes widened. He’d been serious about going into the water.

  “What do I do?” she whispered. “What…” Her brain stumbled over the words. “What does a sex slave do?”

  His steps rolled as he entered the water. She felt the spray hit her bottom. Her arms tightened.

  “What you’ve already shown you do so well,” Sean replied with a smile.

  “There’s more to it than that, though, isn’t there?”

  He was waist deep and the waves lapped around them.

  “A bit,” he conceded, letting her legs drop and wrapping both arms around her waist. “You can’t deny my sexual attentions or demands.” His mouth moved over her forehead and she closed her eyes. “Not that you’ve done that at any point.” His hands slid down her back to cup her ass cheeks. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He stepped further into the waves. “I’ll use my toys on you.”

  “What kind of toys?”

  “Whatever I want. You know I like the idea of you helpless.”

  “Like on the plane? With the gag and tied up?” The water soothed her, lowered her defenses. She knew it and couldn’t bring herself to care. “I liked that.”

  “That and more. Arms and legs tied so you’re spread out on the bed. Toys for your nipples and pussy. I know how you love your nipples pinched and aching,” he replied, one hand shifting closer to her crack. A finger brushed her anus. “I’ll put toys in here to prepare you for my cock.”

  The tip of his finger pushed against the puckered hole and slipped just inside. Jessica shivered. Not even Ted had suggested anal sex. She’d never seriously thought about having it. She knew that if Sean wanted to take her there, though, that she wouldn’t be able to resist.

  “Anything else?” she whispered, wondering if he heard the fear in her voice.

  “I’ll keep you safe,” promised Sean, even as the finger pushed further inside her. “The last thing I want is to hurt you, to injure you. I’ll prepare you back here for a few days with toys, with lots of lube.” His lips covered hers a moment and she relaxed slightly. “I’m not going to do anything that damages my sweet sex slave. I’ll demand your complete and total submission to me. Every inch of your body is mine. Every hole you have, I will fuck. Until all you can think about is pleasing me, being mine, doing whatever I want you to do when I fuck you.”

  Those words touched a dark part of her that Jessica had had no idea existed. Trembling, she lifted her head and met his waiting gaze.

  “Yes, Master,” she agreed. “Make me your sex slave.”

  His weight shifted as he braced his feet on the sands. They were deep enough so the waves swept over them before gaining their crest. Jessica kept her eyes on his face, trusting, waiting for whatever he wanted her to do. His hand moved between them. She moved hers to join his, guiding his cock to her folds. Between one wave and the next, his erection slid into her.

  “Hump me, Jessica.”

  Crude as it was, the command was erotic with the background of the waves and the darkness surrounding them. Jessica started moving her hips but after a few times, his hand went to her lower back and held her still.

  “What did I do?”

  “Nothing, baby,” he assured her. “I just want to savor this a few minutes and hold you.”

  His mouth moved to a favorite spot and nibbled on her neck. With a sigh, she let her head fall back. As she stared up at the stars, Sean’s lips roamed her upper torso, his hands supporting her back. On their own, her hips moved again, her legs as tight as she could make them around his waist.

  His right arm held her waist and his left went to the back of her head. She drew in a quick breath before his mouth covered hers. As their bodies moved, the waves picked them up. She closed her eyes as they went under. Arms and legs wrapped around each other, they rolled a few times before she felt sand under her back. One arm held her tightly to him while the other went to the sand as another wave came in. Sean lurched to his feet as she hid her face against his chest.

  In a few steps, he reached the cushions. Falling to his knees, he cradled her to him a moment. She nestled closer, feeling safe and secure, even as she knew that any moment lust would take over.

  When it did, it was fast and hard. Again, his right arm held her to him while the left caught the cushion to brace her fall ba
ckward. She couldn’t wait. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his mouth to hers. As desperate as she was, their tongues tangled, tugging, driving them further. His hips were already shifting, preparing as his knees caught the edge of the cushion.

  Sean raised his head, hunger glittering in his eyes. Silently, no words needed now, he began the old age rhythm of a man claiming his woman. Jessica stared up at his face, in darkness as his hair blocked out the starlight. The shadows only added to the eroticism of the moment. His head dipped and his mouth made a hot trail from her lips down her neck to a breast. Arching off the cushion, Jessica let her arms and legs fall wide, opening herself to whatever he wanted to do.

  Suckling, nibbling, and licking, Sean expertly brought her to the edge and held her there. She whimpered, undulating in need, simply waiting for his command.

  She is perfect, Sean realized. Absolutely perfect. A sex slave bordering on nymphomaniac hunger in the bedroom, or wherever else he wanted her, and a lady in public. He had some friends who seemed to have found their perfect woman but he’d never believed, especially after Charlotte, that he would have their good fortune. It had happened. His Jessica.

  A light sheen of perspiration formed on her body and he could feel her pussy tightening with each stroke. He smiled down at her.

  “Slave.”

  Her eyes opened, finding his face, expectation in the starry reflection.

  “Come.”

  As her lips curved slightly, her pussy spasmed. Her body jolted under his. His balls constricted and he increased his speed and intensity. Almost, almost.

  “Master,” she moaned. “Please.”

  Smiling, Sean stroked into her and released.

  “Come.”

  Relishing the joint orgasm, he pulsed into her, smiling at her triumphant cry.

  He was heavy and she didn’t care. Stroking his muscular back, Jessica relished the weight of him. His head moved on her shoulder and his body shifted as he raised up on a forearm.

  “How did I do?” she whispered.

  “Perfectly,” he assured her, brushing a kiss on her forehead.

  Relieved, she smiled up at him. “I get to take care of you, right?” she asked.

  “Like what?” he wondered.

  “Making sure you eat,” Jessica replied. “Take care of things around the bungalow.”

  “Things like that,” confirmed Sean with a nod. “If I let you out of bed long enough. Or out of arm’s reach.”

  His mouth came down and she closed her eyes, quickly lost in the haze of desire he roused.

  “That goes both ways,” she panted when he lifted his head again.

  “There are some boundaries for a sex slave,” he told her.

  “Like what?” That worried her in a few ways.

  “No demands.”

  “I can’t seduce you?” Her eyes widened, remembering the first thing she’d done in his hotel suite. “Not at all?” Her hands flattened on his chest. Her fingers teased his nipples before her palms moved slowly to his shoulders. “You liked it in London.”

  “Mm.” He frowned slightly. “We’ll have to see about that. Later. For right now, while we’re here, you are here simply to be my personal sex slave. The receiver of my cock and toys, however and wherever I want to put them in you or on you. You can cook your real food.” She smiled at that. “Again, if I can let you out of bed long enough.”

  She laughed, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and pulled him down on top of her.

  “So, no flipping you over and getting on top like I did this morning?”

  “Not unless I do the flipping.”

  Jessica sighed. “Okay, I’ll try to restrain myself.”

  His stomach growled and hers immediately chimed in. For a second, neither moved then they both laughed. Sean sighed, resting his forehead on hers.

  “Okay, I guess I better let you go long enough to cook.”

  He pulled out of her, got to his feet, and extended his hands. Drawn up to stand with him, she smiled as he cuddled her close before reaching for her dress.

  “You better put this on. If I do it, I’ll get distracted.”

  Obeying, she sorted it out and pulled it over her head. “I like it when you get distracted.”

  Pulling on his shorts, he did the buttons and winked at her.

  “Food first, woman, then distractions.”

  Laughing, she found her bra and thong. Straightening with them in her hands, she remembered taking a set from Andy and swayed.

  “What is it?” he asked, concern in his tone.

  “Just remembering that morning after,” she whispered, feeling better as his arm wrapped around her waist. “The look in Andy’s eyes as he held the bra and thong you’d taken off me. That more than anything made me feel dirty and…”

  “Sh,” he murmured, cradling her. “Damn the man. I know I should hate what you went through, but if it hadn’t worked out the way it had, I wouldn’t have you now.” His hands roamed her body as if he couldn’t help himself. “I wouldn’t have found a woman so incredibly perfect in every way.”

  His hands caught the material at the small of her back and her hair. Held against him, with just a couple layers separating them, Jessica felt the hard lines of his body, the way her curves molded to him.

  “And now is what matters?”

  “Now is the beginning,” he replied.

  His cock twitched and she smiled. “I’m going to think you take little pills or something,” she teased.

  His growl had her laughing. “Not likely. All I need is the sight of you, the feel of your skin.” His lips brushed hers. “And all I want is to strip you and hold you still so I can take you.”

  She sighed against his kiss. “That’s all it takes for me. The sound of your voice. That look in your eyes.”

  “You’re writing a song for me,” he told her, stroking his hands down her arms and intertwining his right hand to her left. “We better eat or I’ll head for the studio.”

  Laughing, she nodded. They paused to collect their wine glasses and his shirt and walked to the bungalow. Halfway there, she had to slow down.

  “Legs are wobbly,” she told him.

  “Music to my ears,” he drawled.

  Inside, he insisted she drink water first then, while she took out the containers of prepped food, he went to his studio to get his notebook. Returning to the kitchen, Sean sat at a bar stool at the kitchen island, positioned so he could watch her.

  “What kind of songs are you writing?” Jessica asked as she carefully put the chicken into the hot olive oil.

  “Something I’ve never really done before,” he admitted, pencil flying across the music lined page.

  “There’s something you’ve never done?” Frowning, wooden spoon in her hand, she glanced at him. “You’ve tried just about every genre. And done extraordinarily well to boot.”

  “Not a genre per se.” He scowled at the notes, hummed, erased a few notes, and added the new ones. “So far these cover just about everything actually.”

  “Then what are they?”

  “Love songs.”

  She paused in the process of turning the chicken over. “You’ve done love songs before.”

  “Not like this,” he murmured, writing intently. “This is an entire album. Seven songs so far. And I’ve two more in my head that I’m desperate to get down before they disappear.”

  “You can bring them back,” she said confidently.

  “Not always that easy,” Sean replied, flipping the page as the pencil kept moving.

  Fascinated by yet another side of him, Jessica turned the heat down slightly before adding the root vegetables. Getting the wine, she topped off his glass quietly and would have stepped back without a word, but he caught her wrist. Pulling her closer, he held her to him, his face buried in her hair. Breathing deeply, he sighed. She could feel him relax, as if centering himself for the rest of the song. Lifting his head, Sean met her steady gaze, smiled, and kissed her quickly.
/>   “And another song starts spinning,” he murmured, his hand smoothing down her back and squeezing an ass cheek.

  “Whatever I can do for the cause,” she replied.

  He curved back over the notebook, scribbling quickly. Quiet reigned as she put the wine back in the fridge and tended to the food. His words confused her. In England, Sean had told her that he’d been in his studio the whole week. That he’d been inspired. He’d intimated that she’d been his muse. But now, he said it was all love songs. Staring down at the colors in the pan, Jessica wasn’t sure she dared to follow that train of thought down any path.

  Automatically, she checked the rice, turned the heat down for it, and put the lid back on. She added the peppers and mushrooms to the chicken, stirred and covered. Humming to herself, she gathered the plates and flatware, setting places at the opposite end of the island where Sean was working.

  Engrossed, he paid no attention to anything else for nearly twenty minutes. Jessica turned the heat off everything and sat down, captivated by the sight of him. He flipped the pages to the beginning, humming to himself, making a few changes, before making double bars at the end. Putting the pencil down, he interlaced his fingers and stretched his arms over his head and tilting from side to side. Catching sight of her at the end of the bar, elbows on the granite and her head propped in her hands, he blinked at her.

  “How long was I in my other world?”

  “Not long,” she assured him with a smile.

  She slid off the stool and went to him. His strong arms wrapped around her and she relaxed against him.

  “Ready for dinner?” she murmured.

  “And dessert,” Sean added, hands going to her ass.

  Jessica laughed and slipped out of his embrace. Going to the counter, she quickly put their plates together.

  “I think you’re always ready for that.”

  “I told you, if I stop reaching for you, call a doctor because I’m on death’s door.” He shifted to where the placemats were.