by Bianca D'Arc
One of his big hands spread her open even farther. Then a broad, male finger slid into her channel, making her gasp. He set up a rhythm that picked up on her earlier climax and drove her passion higher. He didn’t let the pleasure dissipate. No, he kept her primed while he inspected her pussy, adding a second finger after a while that made her squirm in earnest. Then his thumb started to tease her clit and all hell broke loose. Again.
“Simon!” She cried out as she peaked again and heard him chuckle. That masculine sound drove her higher. It told her he was enjoying making her squeal with pleasure and come for him.
She came on his hand, moaning as she shook with satisfaction. It rose in a tide and never receded. He was definitely working her toward something bigger and better. She only hoped she would still be able to breathe when he finally got her to the destination he had in mind.
Mariana gave over all control to him willingly and followed where he led. She knew enough about him to know he would make it worth her while. If there was one thing she knew Simon wanted, it was her trust. She had trusted him with her life already. Now she would trust him again, this time with her body and her pleasure. She knew she couldn’t be in better hands.
When the shudders began to subside, he removed his fingers. His hands stroked over her skin, cupping her breasts and teasing the sensitive nipples, then lingering over her ticklish abdomen and down into her wet, eager, wide open pussy. He didn’t give her time to come down off the climax; instead, he built her toward another.
“Are you up for more, baby?”
She nodded, entranced by the glittering need in his sexy blue eyes.
“What would you say if Simon said to suck my cock?” His words dared her to be wanton and she responded in kind.
“I’d say, what took you so long?” The smile she gave him was full of feminine mischief and sloe-eyed audaciousness. Her inner siren had come out to play.
Her body craved the small respite and her mind wanted to even the score with her sexy tormentor. She wanted to bring him along with her on their path to ecstasy. She didn’t like for it all to be one sided, with him giving her everything and her selfishly taking it all. She wanted to give to him, too.
“Then Simon says, give it your all, baby. Suck it down but don’t make me come. I want to come inside you.”
“I live to follow your orders,” she teased with a roll of her eyes as she levered herself off his muscular body. For this, she wanted to be at his side, able to devote her entire attention to doing him right. He deserved no less after the two brilliant peaks he’d already given her.
She licked the head, teasing at first, watching his reactions to check his responses. Hooded eyes followed her every move. She liked the power he gave her over his pleasure. It made her feel more in control and supremely feminine. Just what she needed after her feeling of helplessness leftover from the dream—a little give and take. He owned her pleasure but he’d given her some control over his.
Wanting more, she opened her mouth wide and took him in. She loved the sexy groan that issued from his lips when she hollowed her cheeks and applied suction.
“Oh, baby, just like that,” he praised, clenching his hands into fists at his sides, rumpling the sheets in his hands. The way the sleek muscles of his washboard abdomen rippled sent shivers down her spine. He really was the sexiest man alive. And he was all hers. A girl couldn’t get any luckier than this.
She grabbed the root of him with one hand and squeezed, fondling his sac gently with the other. His grunts and groans were music to her ears as she applied herself to making him come. He’d told her not to push him that far, but she remembered his powers of recovery and amazing stamina. She knew it wouldn’t take him long to make a comeback even after she had drained him dry. He wouldn’t leave her hanging, and if she let him, he would give and give and never take even this small thing for himself.
She loved him for it, but he had to learn that sometimes she wanted to be the one giving in their relationship, not just the recipient of his amazing talents. She sucked him long and strong, gauging his reactions with increasing pleasure. He tried to pull away once. She held firm and wouldn’t let him leave. Truth be told, he didn’t put up that much of a struggle and she figured she’d won this round. Feminine satisfaction filled her with a giddy sort of triumph and she redoubled her efforts.
Mariana knew darn well how much he liked what she was doing to him. Inwardly she purred, knowing the sound would travel as vibrations down his sensitive length. He groaned her name as he came. He tried to pull away again, but she wouldn’t let him escape. She wanted everything he had to give.
It had been so long. She remembered his taste, the unique saltiness of him. Of the few men she’d done this to in her life, Simon was the only man who made her truly yearn for the taste of him. He was her perfect match in every way.
His breath came in great gasps and his eyes were squeezed tightly shut as she watched him come down from his explosive orgasm.
“You’re a witch, Mari. A siren sent to seduce me. And you’re a little cheater. I told you not to do that.” His eyes popped open to find her, still sitting at his side, trailing lazy fingers over his rippled abdomen.
“Come on, Simon. You know you liked it.” She smiled slyly at him, encouraging him to admit his delight.
“Oh, I liked it all right.” He lifted up on one elbow to meet her gaze. “But it’s not what I told you to do. You disobeyed a direct order, woman.” The teasing tone of his voice reassured her that he wasn’t really mad at her. He was, however, in a playful mood, which could mean a lot of different things. Simon had always been an inventive lover. She couldn’t wait to see what he would pull out of his bag of tricks now.
“It was in a good cause, sir.” She gave a sloppy salute as a grin split her lips.
“I won’t argue that, Doctor. However, when Simon says to do something, in future you need to learn that he means it.”
“Really?” One of her eyebrows rose in challenge.
“Really.” She knew from the way he answered that he was amused by their banter. “I ought to swat your ass for disobeying me.”
“Would you, really?” Damn, was that breathy, porn star voice really hers?
Okay, so maybe the idea of a sexy spanking had run through her mind a few times, but she had never let anyone actually do it to her. She had never given up that kind of control to anyone. Of course, she’d never done a lot of the things Simon had introduced her to and she had loved every one of them. If there was anyone on Earth she could trust, Simon was the guy she could trust to explore all her forbidden fantasies. She was safe with him. He would never hurt her and he would listen and obey if she said she wanted to stop.
“Is that anticipation I hear?” She saw his cock stir as one of his hands trailed down from her waist to her backside, cupping one rounded cheek. As she’d thought, it didn’t take long for him to rise to the occasion once more. The man was fit and had stamina to spare. That was a good thing in a warrior—and especially in a lover.
His fingers tightened on her ass, then let go, only to come back in a stinging smack that made her jump. A high pitched squeal came from her lips that she hadn’t expected. Neither had she expected the slight burn of her flesh that made her want more.
Oh, yeah. Simon knew her all too well if that one swat was any indication. She wanted more.
“Well?” Blue eyes dared her as he sat up fully, facing her.
She blinked up at him and purred playfully. “Please sir, may I have another?”
Simon laughed outright and she loved the sound. He did it so rarely outside of their time together, it was a gift.
“Just for that, wench…” He lifted her as if she weighed nothing at all and scooted to the edge of the bed. In an eye blink, she was draped over his knees, ass in the air. “You’re gonna get it.”
“Oh, I hope so.” She squealed again when his hand came down in a playful swat.
He didn’t really hurt her, just smacked her hard
enough for a delicious burn to spread over her skin. And the way her rubbed her cheeks with that big, open palm before and after the light taps was even more rewarding than the naughty feeling being spanked gave her.
It wasn’t something she would like to do every night, but as a change of pace, it certainly had its rewards. She had never been all that daring sexually. Not until Simon. He’d given her everything she had ever fantasized about and more. He seemed to know what she wanted even before she did and he always put her pleasure first. Nothing, it seemed, was too much to ask.
Which was why she let him lead in the bedroom. This was a man who didn’t need an instruction manual to find his way around a woman’s body. No, Simon had probably written the damned manual.
In all, he spent more time stroking her skin than actually spanking her. He took his time, letting his fingers stray downward, between her legs, to linger and tease. When she squirmed, so near the edge, he startled her back away from it with another little tap. He repeated this process a few times until she couldn’t control the moans that issued from her lips or the shivery sensations coursing through her body. She needed to come. Bad. And he had to know it.
“So responsive, my dear,” he mused as he cupped her stinging cheek with one big hand. “We’ll have to remember this for the future. Maybe someday you can play naughty schoolgirl for me.”
Just thinking about the scene his words implied made her thighs clench. She was so close!
“Ah, I see you like the idea. I didn’t know you were quite so kinky, Mari, but it’s a pleasure to find out. I’ll play any game you like. Anytime.” He leaned over to growl the last bit in her ear and she couldn’t help the shivers that went down her spine, straight to her pussy.
“Simon! Please,” she gasped, wanting him. Waiting for him to push her over the edge again.
His hand came down in one final swat and she cried out, coming hard. She wouldn’t have thought she could gain such satisfaction from being spanked, but Simon had always been able to pull things out of her response she never would have expected.
“Now, are you going to disobey me ever again?” She heard the laughter in his voice as he leaned over her.
“Every chance I get,” she whispered, still coming down from a blissful place.
“Hmm. Maybe I ought to rethink my strategy.” He rubbed her ass one final time and lifted her to lie on her back in the center of the bed as she laughed with him.
It was good to feel so carefree after the tense days they’d just spent. Especially after the years spent apart, years she had spent missing him.
“Come to me, Simon.” She cupped his cheek as he laid her down, her gaze holding his. “Make love to me.”
He stilled over her. “Who’s giving the orders here?” The words were playful, but his tone wasn’t. No, he’d gone serious on her, mirroring her mood and turning the needful moment into something much more serious.
“I need you, Simon. I’ve always needed you.”
Silence stretched. She had to dare. She had to give him what she thought he finally might truly want.
“I love you, Simon. I never stopped loving you.”
His reaction didn’t show on his face, but she saw satisfaction and relief in his expression as he moved over her. Without a word, he joined with her, sliding into her body and claiming her for his own. At least, that’s what it felt like. He began to move in a slow, steady rhythm that she matched eagerly.
Something big was happening here. It was different than it ever had been before. The urgency was there, but ratcheted back to let the emotion pour over and through. She felt all the things she always felt when Simon was inside her—protected, cherished, cared for in a deep, lingering way. She felt something else as well, moving deeply between them, in the space of their souls.
Her words of love had affected him. She felt it in every deep stroke, every moment he held her gaze. Nothing stood between them now. Raw emotion touched his face and she knew he saw the same from her.
“I have only one more thing I want you to do, baby.” He kept his steady pace, drawing out the moment.
“What’s that?” Her voice was breathless.
“Simon says, marry me?”
A laugh started from her lips as she reached up to encircle his neck.
“Yes, Simon. Oh, yes!”
He kissed her then, joining their bodies in every possible way as his strokes increased. He was wild at the last, holding her by the shoulders so his hard thrusts didn’t push her up against the headboard. She was cocooned by him, surrounded and engulfed by him, and it felt wonderful.
They came together in a shower of passionate sparks that set them both aflame with rapture, flying higher than ever before. Together. Forever.
If fate allowed.
What felt like hours later, Mariana woke. Simon lay beside her, propped up on one elbow watching her.
“Did I fall asleep?”
“I think you passed out.” He grinned. “I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to push you so hard. Are you okay?”
She stretched sore limbs, taking stock. “I’m glorious.”
“That you are, my love.” One big hand stroked her rib cage, tracing delicate patterns on her skin.
“Did you mean it, Simon? Do you really want to get married?”
“Yes, Mari. I know it’s selfish, but I need you. I can’t live without you. I…love you.” His expression looked pained for a split second. “I’ve never said that to a woman before. I’ve never felt it before, but I feel it with you, Mari. I’ve loved you for a long time. In fact…” He reached over the side of the bed and fished something out of the pocket of his pants, then threw them aside once more. “I bought this three years ago, with the intention of giving it to you when I came back from that last mission. Then things happened, and well, now you know the rest. The thing is, I never could put this away. I’ve carried it all this time and now I know why.”
He held out his hand and opened his fist, palm up. On it sparkled a diamond ring that took her breath away.
“This is yours, Mari. I bought it for you. Will you accept it? Will you accept me, knowing what happened to me? Knowing there’s a heap of uncertainty in my life and about my future? Knowing that I love you and want to spend whatever time I have left with you? Knowing that I’ve loved you since we first met and it’s taken me all this time to find the courage to tell you?”
“Oh, Simon.” She sat up, tears in her eyes as she reached for his hand. He captured hers and placed the ring on her finger himself. The moment seemed sacred, somehow.
“I love you, Mariana, and I always will.”
“I love you, Simon. No matter what comes, we’ll be together.” Tears rolled down her face as he kissed her, cementing their love.
They’d have a ceremony later and a big party with their friends and family, but all that really mattered was their love. Undying, unable to be destroyed by time, distance, or horror. They had each other now, and that was all that mattered.
Or so Simon said.
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Thank you for reading Simon Says. If you enjoyed this book, please consider leaving a review. The next book in this series is called Once Bitten. A short excerpt follows.
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EXCERPT FROM ONCE BITTEN
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“What?” He didn’t like the way she was staring at him.
“I’m trying to figure out which one of the X-Men you think you are.”
He couldn’t believe it. This woman refused to take anything he said seriously.
“I mean, the one with super healing ability is supposed to be the guy with the blades in his hands, but the Cajun-accent guy is the hottie with the playing cards. And then you said your name is Xavier, and I figure you’re the head honcho. So which is it?”
He gave her a long, disgusted sigh. This woman was a hard case. “None of the above. Like I said, I’m Captain Xavier Beauvoir, with the U.S. Army Green Berets. I was sent up here to check on reports of a possible zombie problem.”
She burst out laughing, clearly mocking him.
“Are you one of those science fiction guys from the university? I know I gave some of your conventioneers a hard time last year, but they really were disturbing the peace. Lightsaber battles on Main Street at four a.m. aren’t something we ignore around here.”
“For the last time, this is no joke. You were bitten—do you know what that means?” His voice rose along with his anger.
“What? Did the guys have rabies?”
Her smart mouth was just begging to be kissed.
Now, where the hell did that thought come from? Xavier pushed it aside. He had to stop thinking about how gorgeous she was and concentrate on how annoying she was.
“Not rabies.” He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. “A contagion designed and developed under auspices of the U.S. Navy. It was meant to boost natural healing, but in ninety-nine percent of those who’ve been infected, the test agent is lethal. You’re one of the very lucky few to have survived, Officer Petit. If you hadn’t had natural immunity working for you, you’d have died. Then your corpse would have been reanimated by the contagion. You’d have been just like that poor soul who attacked you.”
“So, worse than rabies.”
Clearly she still didn’t believe him.
“What will it take to convince you I’m on the level?”
She pretended to think. “I doubt there’s anything you can say that will make me believe some cockamamie story about zombies running around on Long Island.”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Bianca D’Arc has run a laboratory, climbed the corporate ladder in the shark-infested streets of lower Manhattan, studied and taught martial arts, and earned the right to put a whole bunch of letters after her name, but she’s always enjoyed writing more than any of her other pursuits. She grew up and still lives on Long Island, where she keeps busy with an extensive garden, several aquariums full of very demanding fish, and writing her favorite genres of paranormal, fantasy and sci-fi romance.