Her sudden silence concerned him, to the point where it made him wonder about the true extent of her experience. He’d made certain assumptions, which, on reflection, she’d neither confirmed nor denied. “I want the truth, Madeleine.”
“I’ve… dabbled. Metaphorically speaking, it’s not my first rodeo, but it’s a while since I’ve… been in the saddle.”
And she appeared to be more than a little uncomfortable admitting it—as well she might. “Do you recall what I said about honesty?”
“That it’s important to you.”
“That’s putting it mildly. You haven’t been completely honest with me, have you? Why is that?”
“Because… I think you’ll take this to a different level.”
“I won’t take it to any level you can’t handle. But if you don’t want to do this, all you have to do is tell me.”
Guy hardly dared breathe. Maddie’s indecision was killing him. He recalled her words the first time they’d made love: Because sometimes, all you want is to burn. For a woman who wanted to burn, she looked about ready to call the fire brigade.
“I want to do it. As I said… I’ve dabbled.”
No wonder she’d taken her spanking so well. “Then you know about safewords.”
“I’ve used them before. Traffic lights seem to be the easiest thing to remember.”
“Then we’ll stick with traffic lights. Tell me how you understand them.”
“Red to stop, yellow to slow things down a bit.”
“And green?”
“Everything’s okay. Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine.” Guy smiled. He trailed his fingertips down Maddie’s cheek, then tilted her chin so he could kiss her again. “So—want to play?”
“Yes, please.”
“Then remove your clothes for me, please. All of them.”
While she carried out his instructions, Guy took the opportunity to get more comfortable. He shed his suit jacket, shirt and tie, and toed off his shoes before pulling off his socks. He dug his toes into the thick carpet. For staff quarters, Maddie’s home was furnished to an impressive standard.
Aware that she’d completed her task and awaited his pleasure, Guy selected more of the long, narrow scarves from the dressing table. The black one was dark enough to function as an adequate blindfold, so he tucked it in his pocket.
“We’ll start with your wrists. Cross them for me please.”
Acutely aware of her gaze on him, with a few deft movements, Guy secured her wrists with the first scarf. He cast a quick glance at her face—good, no sign of panic. “You trust me?”
“Yes.”
Without another word, he lifted her in his arms and laid her in the centre of the bed, a stunning sight that only increased his hunger for her. He pulled the scarf from his pocket. “How do you feel about a blindfold?”
“I don’t have claustrophobia, if that’s what you mean. I won’t start screaming.”
“Pity,” he murmured, enjoying the way her eyebrows shot up in a what-have-I-let-myself-in-for reaction.
With the blindfold in place, the magnificent picture she made quickened his pulse. The sight of a woman at his mercy was the most potent aphrodisiac imaginable. For a heart-searing moment, his innermost desires broke free from his control and conjured up an image of this woman surrendering fully to the darkness in his sadistic soul.
With a firm, inexorable grip, he moved Maddie’s hands over her head and held them down on the pillow. “Good girl.”
Her nipples hardened. So, she liked his approval. He liked her response to it. Something to remember.
During his visits to the club, there were always bodies on show, male and female, all ages, shapes and sizes, but none of them could compare with this one. He’d been in the lifestyle for long enough to appreciate the stories a body could tell. The young, perfect ones were an easy read, but a body like Maddie’s demanded closer attention. Before him he saw a beguiling combination of soft curves and toned muscle, a woman who took care of herself, yet wasn’t afraid to age gracefully. Even with the lights dimmed, each blemish told a tale of challenge faced with elegance and dignity.
Guy moulded his palm to her breast, appreciating its softness and weight, and cradled it in the right position for him to draw her nipple deep into his mouth. This time her moan was wilder. He suckled harder, and when he bit down on the rosy nubbin, he didn’t hold back.
“Yesssss!!”
Her cry was a keening wail as she arched away from the bed. Her hands clenched into fists and relaxed as she fell back to the bed, panting. Guy reined in the swelling tide of pleasure that threatened to engulf him. Her reaction was wild, but it didn’t necessarily make her a masochist.
“You liked that?”
Maddie nodded, a jerky movement that told him she was already beyond making a coherent response. In that moment, Guy didn’t care whether he satisfied his sadistic nature or not—all he wanted was to give this woman more pleasure than she could handle.
A light touch to her thigh, and her legs parted. The lift of her hips was a fierce temptation, beckoning to him to explore the beauty now exposed, but denial would make the pleasure sweeter. He laid his hand across her lower abdomen. “Not yet.”
Guy shifted position to kneel between her legs. From this angle, Maddie was incredible. Taking his weight with a hand on either side of her body, he immersed himself in the sheer delight of the picture she presented. His woman was a living work of art, one who wouldn’t look out of place in the finest gallery in the world. How he would love a painting of her posing just like this to hang on the wall of his playroom.
With the utmost care, he tasted her. Her skin was warm silk beneath his lips, its fragrance a further indulgence for the senses. And yet… something teased the back of his mind, strong enough to give him pause, but it remained annoyingly elusive. He tossed it aside—whatever it was, it couldn’t have been important.
It definitely wasn’t as important as the banquet before him. His kisses traced a path over her body, taking in the delicate scars whose fine, silver lines spoke of past trials. He needed Maddie to understand they didn’t matter to him—that to him, she was beautiful inside and out, just as she was.
A deep shudder racked her body at the first touch of his tongue to her clit. Her plaintive little cries stoked the fires of desire already consuming him. He closed his lips around the hard button of aroused flesh and drew it into his mouth. Her hips strained beneath his hands, but he wouldn’t let her escape him.
Too much pleasure could deliver a pain beyond exquisite. Guy licked her folds, and as he increased the speed and pressure, she arched away from the mattress, thrusting her lush breasts into prominent view. Their rapid rise and fall, under her shallow, agitated respiration, both mesmerised him and spurred him on, to intensify the torture.
“No. Please, no.”
The soft pleas went straight to his aching dick. Maddie’s head tossed from side to side. She was caught up in a crazy, sensual delirium, dancing to the melody he played with his mouth, and the fingers that sought her most sensitive, intimate places. He kept one hand flat on her abdomen, with enough pressure to keep her in place, while the other explored.
Guy knew many ways to drive a woman wild. He’d played the sensual Dom in the past, when the satisfaction of knowing he’d given the submissives what they’d needed had been reward enough. For that, he’d set his own needs aside—given his inner beast a snack, not a banquet. And as he enjoyed Maddie, for the first time ever, the effort to rein in that beast was almost too much. With this woman, his lust to let go almost outweighed his resolution not to scare her away.
The cleft between her buttocks held him in thrall. The eager twitch beneath his fingertip teased him with thoughts of discovering if she liked anal play. If the way her toes curled into the mattress was any indication, the chances looked good.
Without slowing his pace, Guy reached for the luscious curve of her breast, and pinched and twisted her ni
pple. She arched against his mouth, and her low, agonised moan spurred him on even more.
Maddie was a unique challenge, and much though he loved the taste of her, he wanted to watch her face as passion overwhelmed her. After a final nip at her engorged clit, which drew a piercing cry from her, he crawled back up the bed beside her.
“Keep your eyes closed.” He removed the blindfold.
Dear heaven, she was incredible. She’d obeyed his quiet order, eyes closed so tightly her brow was creased, while her teeth worried her bottom lip. The impact of what he’d just done tantalised his sadistic appetites, and although he wanted more, Maddie wasn’t ready. She might never be ready. He laid his palm against her cheek, and was thrilled by the way she turned into it, as if seeking him for comfort and reassurance.
He brushed his thumb over her lower lip. “Don’t hurt it,” he whispered. “That’s my job.”
Her breath hitched. Guy froze—had he gone too far with those last three words? Her throat moved as she swallowed, but she didn’t recoil. He wouldn’t push his luck any further, not this time, but he could still torture her with pleasure.
“I’m going to use my hands to make you come, that’s all. Not my mouth, not my cock. Just my hands.”
Maddie licked her lips. Her restless fidget, the way her toes dug into the mattress—she wasn’t unaffected by his low, growled promise.
He laid his hand flat on her belly, covering the fine line of yet another scar. Acknowledgement of it skimmed through his mind, followed by the shimmer of curiosity about what had caused it, along with her other scars. One day she’d tell him—he could wait.
His attention returned to where it should be, on his lady and her satisfaction. As his hand moved down her luscious body, her hips tilted, striving to snatch that pleasure before he was ready to grant it. With only his palm on her mound, he exerted just enough pressure to return her to the position he required of her.
“Oh no, pet. That’s not allowed.”
“Not allowed?”
“Games have rules, and the rules in this game say that’s not allowed.”
“Who makes up these rules? And how can I play the game in the first place, if I don’t know what the rules are?”
He pressed her mound with a little more force. “My game, my rules. You okay with that?”
“What if I’m not?”
Her languid moan belied her words. Guy would have staked his reputation as a Dom on her being okay with it. “All you have to do is be honest and tell me you don’t want to play. So…?”
“So… I want to play.”
“You’ll do as I say?”
“I will.”
Guy closed his eyes and let the control she’d just handed over flood through him. Christ, it felt good to be in command of such a beauty. He lowered his fingers and laid them over her folds. Her hips flexed.
“Only what I allow, remember?” he warned.
“Or you’ll spank me again?”
“If I do, you won’t like it as much as you did last time.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’ll do it to discipline you, not arouse you.”
Years of exploring his sexual preferences had given Guy a comprehensive knowledge of how to make the female body hurt good… or hurt bad. He’d quickly discovered his affinity for submissives who preferred him to make it hurt bad. Then Liz had come into his life, only to be torn from him in a set of circumstances engineered by Satan himself.
He stroked Maddie’s neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. His intent was to drive her just a little bit crazy before turning up the heat. He’d slip his middle finger deeper, to probe for the hypersensitive button of flesh waiting for him, coax her arousal to its limits, then watch her fly.
“Want to see how much you can take, Maddie mine?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m going to play with this sweet clit of yours and fuck you with my fingers. At the same time, you’re going to see how hard you’ll have to make me work to make you come.”
She gave a low, husky laugh that made his cock even harder. “Why does that still sound like you have the upper hand?”
“Because I do.” To prove his point, he flicked her clit.
Her body jerked in response and she groaned. “Go on then—do your worst.”
His worst was worse than anything dear vanilla Maddie could imagine. “Be careful what you wish for.”
He started off easy, a little gentle stroking and teasing, and her response was everything he anticipated. Her body moved almost of its own volition, shrinking away from him when increased the pressure or tempo, and nudging him for more when he eased off. He could have settled into a rhythm, but his Maddie was smart—she’d work it out and adapt accordingly, and he couldn’t have that.
Endearing though her tortured wriggling was, he didn’t let it last long. No more Mr. Nice Guy. She cried out when he transferred his full attention to her clit, slick with her juices. He varied the speed and pressure of his strokes, and whether he used the pad of his fingertip, or the nail, to concentrate the sensation.
“Have you ever tasted yourself?”
Maddie shook her head. “No.”
“Here.” He offered her his finger.
The sensation of her mouth on him, the gentle sucking, drove him crazy with imagining her doing the same to his cock. And if that wasn’t going inside her this time, there was only one thing he could do. He filled her with his fingers, as many as she could take, and without mercy mimicked the thrusting of a granite-hard dick.
Maddie climaxed with his fingers still inside her. She clamped down hard on him, and screamed again when he targeted her G-spot. Over and over she came, her body convulsing as relentless waves of pleasure pounded against her defences. Even though his concentration was focused with laser-like precision on ensuring her enjoyment, a fragment of his attention noted she’d maintained the position he’d required.
Her body glistened with perspiration, and though she still thrashed in reaction to what he was doing, her movements were jerkier, and the sounds she made were more pained. And though that thrilled him, Guy would be the first to admit she hadn’t signed up for that. He withdrew his fingers and cuddled her close.
“Easy, Maddie. Good girl.”
A slightly inebriated smile played with her luscious lips. “Are you done with me now?”
Mirroring her smile, Guy gave a slow shake of his head, amused by her spaced-out state. “Only for now. I’m going to bring your arms down. They’ve been up a while, so your shoulders might hurt. Are you ready?”
She nodded. “As I’ll ever be. I’m tougher than you think—I can take it.”
“Of that I have no doubt. Here we go.”
As he anticipated, she winced with the movement of her arms. He wasted no time in freeing her wrists, and then moved into a position where he could massage the kinks from her shoulders. She purred in appreciation, and as she came to and looked at him, a frown appeared.
“What’s wrong?” If he’d done something she didn’t like, he needed to know.
“I was so out of it, I didn’t realise… What about you? You didn’t…”
“Have my cock inside you?” Guy murmured the words close to her ear. He’d shifted so he sat with his back against the headboard, and Maddie between his legs. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close.
“That’s one way of putting it.”
“We have plenty of time.”
Was it his imagination, or did she tense up just then? Yet another question he decided to park for another time. “Do you have any toys?”
Maddie blushed to the roots of her hair.
He chuckled. “Yes, I know, stupid question.” He angled her head for a kiss. “No playing.”
“What?”
He liked her confused frown. Good, he had her off-balance. “I don’t want you putting anything inside you. No dildos, no vibrators—nothing. No getting yourself off before we get together again. Understand?”
“Why not?”
“Because the next thing inside you is going to be me, so you’ll be a good girl and wait.”
Her lashes lowered for a moment, and the Dom in him signalled his approval.
“Why? Why do you want me to wait?”
“If you wait, it’ll be even better.”
“You wouldn’t know if I used a toy.”
“Would you like to bet on that?”
She gave him a wary look. “Are you trying to tell me you’re psychic now?”
“No, but I think I can read you. You have an expressive face.”
She had an exquisite face, a perfect accompaniment to her generous heart. And “perfect” was the perfect word to describe her. Everything about her was perfect for him, right down to her muffled grumbles as she settled beside him.
As he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her even closer, contentment wrapped itself around him. Such sweet perfection. He could get so used to this, he’d never want to let it go.
There was only one way for that to happen, though. He’d have to keep Maddie forever, and that meant somehow, he’d have to start finding answers to the mountain of questions growing between them.
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Guy’s internal alarm clock woke him early the next morning, but not early enough to beat Maddie. Beside him, the bed was already empty, and through the open door there came the sounds of kitchen-related activity.
He rolled onto his side and propped his head on his hand, his elbow wedged into the pillow. He was considering throwing back the sheets when Maddie appeared in the doorway, one shoulder leaning against the frame. Delicious and alluring in his discarded shirt, she’d already showered and applied perfect make-up.
“Good morning.” He greeted her with the smile of a lazy, sated big cat. “You look incredible. Sleep well?”
“Wonderfully well.” She pushed away from the door and came to sit on the edge of her side of the bed. “Best night’s sleep I’ve had in ages—eventually.”
“Eventually?”
They’d spent the night together after their first joint paddle in the shallows of kink, and fooled around like a couple of teenagers. He’d taken great delight in tormenting her with suggestions of what he’d do to her the next time they got together, and left her fulfilled but still frustrated.
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