by Tara Rose
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Ivy moaned in the back of her throat and melted into Tom’s strong embrace, pushing out thoughts of everything and everyone else. They weren’t allowed there tonight. She wasn’t only taking time off from work tomorrow. Tonight, she wanted time off from her life. She wanted to let go and experience everything she’d ever fantasized about.
His tongue teased the inside of her mouth as fireworks exploded behind her closed eyelids. Shivers ran up and down her spine, and then moved to the rest of her body, until everything trembled from the touch of his mouth on hers, his hands in her hair, and his warm body pressed against hers.
Ivy had never been the aggressor in sex, but she felt bold, wanton, and uninhibited tonight. She moved her hands from his soft hair down his back, loving the way his muscles rippled under her touch. He moaned and pushed closer, so she brushed her hands over his ass. That earned her more moans, and then he released the kiss and planted tiny nips along her jaw line.
“Keep that up and I might not be able to control myself,” he said, his voice smooth and sexy once again.
“That’s kind of what I’m counting on.”
He pulled away and gazed into her face. “I hope you’re not teasing me.”
“I’m not.” They stared at each other for long moments. “I never do this. I mean have sex with someone I just met.”
“We didn’t just meet.”
“I mean with someone I just went out with.” Jesus H. Christ. What the hell was wrong with her?
“Neither do I.”
Ivy took a step back and took off her jacket. The island weather was cool enough in the beginning of December to wear one outdoors. She let it fall to the floor, keeping her eyes on his face for any sign this was a very bad idea. He removed his jacket and tossed it on the floor, so she mentally steeled herself and took off her sweater in one smooth motion.
His eyes went all soft as he stared at her black lace bra. Ivy had worn her prettiest underwear, just in case, and now she was glad she had. She removed her jeans, shoes, and socks, trying to look like the women in movies who undressed without falling over or getting any part of their clothing stuck in the process.
Tom didn’t move. He merely gazed at her as if he’d never seen a girl in her underwear before. He licked his lips. “Um…I have no STDs but I’ll use condoms, of course, if you want me to.”
“Probably best. I mean I don’t have any either, but we should be responsible. About something, that is.”
He nodded. “Yeah. Right. We should. Now take off the pretty underwear, please.”
“I’m glad you said ‘please.’”
Tom gave her a molten look of lust that nearly melted her panties off. “Ivy, you’re gorgeous, and you’re standing in my foyer wearing nothing but black lace. The Dom in me is going to come out any second now. I’m merely giving you a heads-up.”
She didn’t bother biting back the moan this time. “Do I need a safeword?” Her voice came out in a whisper.
“You might.”
“Scott wasn’t into anything kinky.”
“I know. But I am. So now would be the time to tell me if you’re not even remotely interested.”
Holy hell. “I’ve been interested since I understood what BDSM was.”
“Good to know. Now take off the underwear. Slowly.”
Where had he been hiding this in the restaurant? She unhooked her bra, and then pushed the straps down over her shoulders, but didn’t take it off completely. Instead she slipped her panties down as far as possible without bending over, and then placed one hand over the cups of her bra while she removed the panties with the other hand. Miraculously, she didn’t fall over.
“You’re shaved.” His voice was rough and gravely, as if barely hanging on.
“Is that all right?”
“It’s delightful. I love it. Now the bra. Don’t be shy. I’ve seen tits before.”
She bit her tongue to keep from laughing as she let the bra fall to the floor. Scott had never done anything like this. He’d usually groped her in the dark, and more than once they’d had sex while still partially dressed. This was erotic and vulnerable, but at the same time she was more turned-on that she’d ever been.
“Fucking beautiful,” he whispered.
“Thank you.”
“A woman should be told she’s beautiful at least once in her life. Didn’t that asshole ever say it to you?”
Ivy shook her head as tears threatened. So many emotions bubbled up as she stared into Tom’s beautiful eyes that she wasn’t sure how to process them all at once. She’d never experienced this kind of intimacy with a man, and it left her feeling raw and exposed, but also wanting more. This sexy dominance was something she’d craved for years.
“His loss.” Tom crossed the space between them and pulled her into his arms again, kissing her so rough and deep that Ivy could do nothing but give over to it. If his arms hadn’t held her up she’d have fallen to the floor. Her pussy was soaked, and tiny contractions rocked her entire body as an orgasm came up out of nowhere.
Christ. All he’d done was kiss her. What the hell would happen when his dick was inside her pussy?
Her clit throbbed, and when he brushed his hands down her back and over her ass cheeks, she groaned loudly. He gave each one a few squeezes, making satisfied noises in the back of his throat, and then he smacked them, gently.
Ivy collapsed against his body and closed her eyes, mentally begging to be taken hard and rough.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“I think you need to hit me harder. Don’t I have a debt to pay?”
He chuckled as he released the embrace. “Don’t move. Unless of course you have to pee. In that case go do it now before I return.”
She nodded, then watched him sprint toward the staircase. Glancing around, she spotted what looked like the place for a guest bathroom, so she entered it. When she emerged, she stood in the same spot where she’d been, and then he returned to the room, carrying a black bag.
He’d removed his socks and shoes but still wore his jeans and shirt. She found his bare feet sexier than if he’d returned to the room stark naked. He dropped the bag on the floor in front of them and then cupped her face gently.
“Use red for your safeword. It’s easy to remember. You say it, we stop and take care of what you need. Will that work for you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Are you sure about this, Ivy? Last chance to back down.”
Sure about what, exactly? It didn’t matter. She was ready for anything right now, as long as it was at his hands. “I’m absolutely positive.”
Tom’s gaze was intense and powerful. It made Ivy weak in the knees to look into his eyes. He bent her over at the waist, and delivered five incredibly hard blows to each ass cheek, alternating them. She cried out more in surprise than anything, but when he finished, she panted from the level of arousal coursing through her body.
“That was only a warm-up.”
Ivy didn’t answer him. She couldn’t. He picked her up as if she weighed nothing and carried her into the living room. When he placed her on her feet, he sprinted back to grab the bag, then told her to stand in front of the sofa. She did, and then he took a seat in front of her and opened the bag.
She swallowed hard as she watched him take out a long black, leather paddle, and what she swore was a riding crop. Then he took out a large bottle of lube and a box of condoms. She licked her lips, wondering why she’d never asked him out long before Scott entered the picture. If she’d known this was what waited for her, she’d have done so years ago.
He watched her face carefully as he placed the items on a table next to the arm of the sofa. She loved that he was so mindful of her reactions. It meant he took this seriously and wasn’t just going to paddle her and then fuck her silly. He wanted to make sure she was all right, and he wanted her to enjoy it. That spoke volumes about his character. More than she’d ever realized there was to him.
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sp; “Come closer.”
She couldn’t have disobeyed that voice if she wanted to. He moved his legs apart and motioned for her to stand between them. Then he cupped her face again. “Thank you for this.”
“I’m the one who should be thanking you.”
“Not even close, Ivy. You have no idea the times I’ve pictured this. You’ve been my imaginary lover. The one I wanted but couldn’t have.”
Her heart pounded. “You’re not serious…”
“I am. I’ve wasted a lot of time focused on stupid shit.”
“We both have, then.”
“No more.”
“Okay.” Ivy had to blink back tears as the realization of what he’d said hit her. All this time, he’d wanted her as much as she’d wanted him and Merrick. She’d had no idea. But it didn’t matter anymore. She was here now. And she was about to give herself to him in a way she’d never given herself to any man. This wasn’t in their imagination any longer. This was real.
Chapter Eight
Tom positioned Ivy over his right knee, then pinned her legs with his left thigh. He could hardly breathe. He brushed his left hand over her hair, her back, and then her perfect round ass cheeks, picturing them pink and puffy. Would she let him get that far? Was this really going to happen? He loved impact play more than anything, except sex, of course. But not every woman enjoyed it. She’d never done anything like this. It might be over quickly.
But even if it was, it didn’t matter. He would still make love to her. And the hell with what happened tomorrow. He refused to think about it. She was here now, with him, and he wasn’t going to ruin this with thoughts of what if. He was going to make her so happy, and fill her so completely, that she wouldn’t be able to think of any other man. Including Merrick and her date with him on Friday.
He started with gentle swats using his hand, just to warm up her skin. She moaned and writhed against him, but not in pain. He could tell the difference. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“Oh…it’s so sexy. It stings but it feels good at the same time. Is that supposed to happen?”
Dear God… “Yes. Yes it is.” She was enjoying this. He could hardly take it all in. “Spread your legs a bit.” She did, and when he brushed a finger over her pussy, it was soaking wet. She groaned, and he had to fight the urge to toss her onto the sofa and fuck her until neither of them could walk.
He switched to the paddle, and now his strikes were harder. Each time she moaned softly, he increased the strength a bit, watching her body carefully for any sign he was really hurting her. It was the most exciting feeling in the world introducing a woman to BDSM play for the first time. Power surged through him, followed by feelings of tenderness, and the need to care for her and protect her.
He was in deep shit here, but that wasn’t exactly a surprise. This woman had filled his fantasies for years. Even while she wore Scott’s engagement ring. If that made him a creep, so be it. Scott was out of the picture for good now so no one would blame him for this. His idiot sister had taken care of that, without ever knowing the favor she’d done Ivy.
Tom might actually have to thank Nadine one day for seducing Scott.
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Ivy melted against Tom’s hard thigh as he paddled her. It hurt, but at the same time every happy thought she’d ever had floated up, until they filled her mind and pushed out everything else. The pain mixed with the pleasure in a weird fog that settled inside her consciousness as peace. It was the same feeling she often had while flying on a clear day, when there was nothing but sky, the roar of the engine, and the weightlessness that lurked under the surface of her awareness, if she thought about it.
She loved that feeling. It must be what birds experience each time they take flight. And that’s what she did now. She let her body take flight as she gave over to the pain and pleasure Tom gave her. She knew when he changed from the paddle to the riding crop because the strikes where more concentrated, which also mean they hurt more.
But she still didn’t want him to stop. This was exquisite. Was this what Alaina got to experience with Jeff and Taj? The idea sent shivers up and down her spine. Each time Tom brushed a finger along her wet pussy or her asshole, tiny contractions rocked her groin again. Her clit felt huge and it throbbed continuously now. Even her nipples hummed. It was as though her entire body was climaxing, and it just went on and on, never quite cresting.
When he stopped the impact play and helped her sit up, she was surprised. “Did I do something wrong?”
He held a bottle of water to her lips. Where had that come from? “Drink this.”
She did, and then the fog cleared. “Why did you stop?”
He smiled. “Because your lovely ass is red, and you didn’t even hear me ask if you were okay.”
“I’m sorry.”
He pulled her close and stroked her hair. “No. You misunderstand. You did nothing wrong, Ivy. You were in subspace. Pretty deep, too, I’d say.”
“Is that good?”
The look he gave her was full of tenderness. “Most subs think so. Did you enjoy what I just did?”
“I loved it. I feel so happy right now. And kind of spacey, but I like it. Do you think I’m a sub? Are people born that way?”
“Most of us believe they are, yes. As for whether or not you’re a sub, that’s not for me to decide.”
“But I want to learn. I want to know all this.”
“I’ll teach you anything you want.” He brushed a finger along her face. “But for now, if I don’t make love to you, I’m going to explode.”
Tom kissed her again, and she melted once more into his strong arms as he held her close. He laid her on her back, and then stood up and took off his clothes so fast she felt dizzy watching him. His body was as muscled and beautiful as she’d always imagined it to be, and there were the famous Taino tats she’d heard so much about. Apparently they were a tradition with the Durante and Raleigh men.
But she didn’t have time to examine them or ask about them, because he put on a condom and then covered her body with his. She moaned loudly as his hands were all over her, teasing and caressing. His mouth on her nipples sent her arousal to crazy heights, and when he spread her legs and licked her pussy and clit, an explosive orgasm overtook her that she was sure would never stop.
“You make me feel like the biggest stud on the planet.”
“You are.”
“Oh Ivy…” He knelt between her legs and sank his dick into her pussy. She clung to his arms as he fucked her, slowly at first, and then with increasing speed until her moans were constant and she couldn’t even think.
He pulled out, and she realized he hadn’t come yet. How did he have such stamina? “Turn over.”
She did as he said without thinking about it or asking why. When he kissed her sore and tender ass cheeks, she groaned loudly.
“Any experience with anal?” he asked softly.
“A bit.”
“Did you like it?”
“As long as enough lube is used.”
He kissed the small of her back, then whispered in her ear. “I’d never hurt you, Ivy. Never. May I try it?”
“Yes. Please. Please do.”
“Thank you.”
That he’d even bothered to ask brought tears to her eyes. A warm, wet finger slipped into her asshole, gently stretching the walls. He must have put lube on it, because there was no pain, only the most exquisite pleasure imaginable. When he withdrew his finger, his cock teased the opening while he reached underneath with his other hand to stroke her clit. Ivy arched her back, pushing toward him, begging to be filled.
He gently pushed his dick into her ass, and she grasped the sofa fabric as waves of crazy pleasure coursed through her. Anal sex had never felt like this. His thrusting was slow and tentative, and again she became overwhelmed at the care he took with her.
When he came, his cries joined hers, filling the lonely spaces in her head until she knew she’d hear his voice in her dreams for a long,
long time. He withdrew, and then she was almost asleep when she felt a warm, wet washcloth cleaning her. Scott had certainly never done that. She’d usually bolted from the bed shortly after they were done and cleaned herself up.
Tom carried her up the stairs and into a bedroom, then laid her on a very soft bed where she curled up on her side and drifted off to sleep, wrapped in his arms, never wanting to leave.
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Tom considered calling in ill Thursday morning, but he knew if he did he’d only be that further behind, and the phone calls wouldn’t stop, regardless. He hated taking Ivy home, and especially without breakfast or coffee. She was barely awake when he dropped her off in front of her tiny home.
“Thank you again,” she said. “So much.”
“I don’t want to leave you but I have to.”
“I know. You have a job. So do I.”
Which she wasn’t going to today, but he didn’t say that. “When can I see you again?”
“I don’t know. When do you want to?”
Every day. For the rest of my life. “I know you’re busy tomorrow but how about Saturday?” He couldn’t think about Merrick right now. Nothing was allowed to ruin the memories from last night.
“Okay.”
He kissed her again, wondering what she’d say if he asked her to break her date on Friday. But that wouldn’t be right. That wasn’t his decision to make. “I’ll call you later.”
“Okay.”
Tom forced himself to drive away, but he kept looking in the rearview mirror as he did, and nearly rear-ended several cars before he finally pulled onto the grounds of Phoebe’s Playthings. Get a grip. It was time to go to work. The sooner he got this day over with, the sooner he could hear her sweet voice again and look into her eyes.
Chapter Nine
Merrick listened for the seven AM flight, wondering if Ivy was the pilot. At least ten times the previous evening, he’d resisted the urge to walk downtown and peer in the windows of Coffee In The Caribbean. But that was a high school stunt, not something a grown man should be doing. Still, he was restless this morning, wanting to call her. But he had no excuse to, other than to chat. And if she was flying a plane right now, he couldn’t very well shoot the breeze with her.