I tensed. His intimate question suddenly made me nervous. Surely he wasn’t suggesting I go down on him right there, in broad daylight, was he? “Yes.”
“When you’re down on your knees, giving that spine-tingling pleasure with your hot, slick mouth—” His voice grew husky and his nostrils flared. It sent a wild rush blazing through me. “—and when he explodes down your throat in a blast of salty come, showering your throat with his pleasure…”
The lurid pictures James’ words painted in my head had me squirming on the soft leather seat. I wanted to slide to my knees and suck the pleasure from him, broad daylight, or not.
“Are you ever filled with empowerment that you alone brought him such mind-bending release?”
My throat had gone completely dry. Dipping my gaze, I spied the sizable bulge straining beneath the zipper of James’ faded, blue jeans. I sucked in a shallow breath while need and lust prickled my spine.
“Yes,” I choked.
“That’s power. When a sub worships her Master’s cock, she willingly gives him her independence, control, command… Whatever you want to call it. The Dom then meshes hers with his. Wields it by establishing the tempo, length of thrusts, friction, position, and the like, as he drives into her waiting mouth. It’s the perfect choreographed, hedonistic dance, an oscillation of total, pure power. The Dom takes what the sub gives him, aligns it to his desires then hands that empowerment back to her through the orgasm she entices from him.”
Passion infused his words and they came to life in my mind like a glorious and graceful ballet. The beauty he described was inspiring. I wanted to submerge myself and drown in the depths of the wondrous exchange he described.
“But none of it works if the sub isn’t willing to trust her Dom, hand over her power, and follow his rules. Which brings us back to Julianna, Savannah, and Leagh. Their bratty behavior and cussing—”
“What’s wrong with cussing?”
“Most Doms don’t like it, including me. I want a lady by my side and—”
“And a slut in your bed. Yes, I know. Most men do,” I replied dryly.
Now in a residential neighborhood, James pulled to a stop sign, then turned to look at me. The heat of his gaze scraped over my flesh and burned like a current hissing through me.
“Do you like being a slut in bed, Liz?”
No clue, but I’d love to give it a shot with you.
I pensively bit my bottom lip. “I don’t know.”
James narrowed his eyes as if trying to gauge my sincerity. I’d answered him honestly and prayed he wouldn’t want to start dissecting my sex life. How could I explain that I’d never had wild, uninhibited sex in my life without sounding like an ice queen?
A car behind us honked, and with a scowl James pulled through the intersection. I could palpably sense the wheels in his brain spinning faster than the tires on his truck.
“All this Dom/sub stuff is more than overwhelming. I feel like the rest of you are running foot races while I’m still trying to learn to crawl.”
“Not a damn thing wrong with crawling.”
Rolling my eyes at both the goofy grin on his face and double entendre, I continued. “Is there a handbook or something I could read that explains submission, step by step?”
“Not that I know of. Understand, BDMS isn’t a one-size-fits-all kind of thing. Every Dom and sub is different. Finding that perfect fit isn’t easy.”
“Have you found your perfect fit?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“How long have you been searching for a sub?”
“Pretty much all my life. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t fantasize about tying up women, or letting them tie up me.”
My mouth fell open and I gaped at his words. “You’re a submissive?”
“No. I used to be a switch. Do you know what that is?”
“I’ve seen the term, but I didn’t stop to read about it. I was focused on Doms and subs.”
“A switch is someone who both Doms and subs to gain fulfillment from both sides of the coin. There was a time when I really enjoyed sensation play. Being a cop fucks with your head, and by submitting I could ride the endorphins, and escape some of the unpleasant things that plagued my mind.”
On a clinical level I knew all about endorphins, serotonins, dopamine, and other neurotransmitters released in the brain. It wasn’t difficult to understand how they could help James escape the brutality he’d been exposed to as a cop. It was probably a whole lot cheaper than a shrink, too. Still, imagining James kneeling at some woman’s feet, begging her to do whatever she pleased to him disturbed me.
“Even before I left Chicago PD, I realized that I found more gratification Domming than subbing.”
“A sub, huh? No disrespect, James but I just can’t picture you…”
“I wasn’t a sub. I bottomed to another switch.”
“What’s the difference?” I asked, my brows wrinkling in confusion. “Bottom, sub, switch. I don’t know what all those terms mean. And how on earth do you figure out which one you are… or if you’re even one of them at all?”
As he maneuvered his way down several more side streets, James explained the different terminologies using analogies I could easily understand. I didn’t need a computer to answer my questions… I needed James. By the time he untangled my knotted perceptions of BDSM, the idea of going to Genesis didn’t seem quite so intimidating. Of course the night was young… I still had plenty of time to chicken out.
James pulled into the driveway of a one-story, red brick house, then turned off the engine. The lush, green grass looked as if it had been freshly mowed, and the well-maintained shrubs that hemmed the front of the house gleamed a deep, forest-green. Bright, orange Daylilies and multicolored Hollyhocks nestled in beds of lime and avocado striped Hostas. The place looked homey.
“Who lives here?”
“I do,” James said with a hint of modesty. “I need to grab something before we head out to dinner, plus I want to find a jacket so you don’t freeze to death tonight. Come on in, I’ll try not to chain you to my bed.”
Good. I’d rather you used rope, anyway. Though his wicked grin told me he’d meant the comment as a joke, I didn’t miss the hint of proposition that lay below the surface. A part of me desperately wanted him to act on the suggestion, and if I were a braver woman I would have asked him to.
“I trust that you’ll behave like a gentleman,” I teased.
The smile instantly fell from his face. “You can trust me, Liz.”
Conviction penetrated through the smooth, sensual timber of his voice, flowing over me like warm, thick syrup. I realized then that trusting him would be easy…too easy, and that made him dangerous. But the excitement he brought to my tame existence was well worth the risk.
Once inside, James excused himself before turning down a narrow hallway. Curious, I stepped from the foyer into a large family room. The interior was far from the typical bachelor pad—tidier and white-glove-spotless—and the décor held a subtle, masculine influence. The long, black leather couch and ginormous flat screen TV screamed Man Cave, as did the high-dollar stereo system, and built-ins lined with thousands of CDs. Peeking around the corner, I wandered into the kitchen. There wasn’t a crumb or a speck of dust to be found.
“And he accused me of being a neat freak,” I mumbled under my breath. By all indications, James had more OCD coiled up in his DNA than I did.
“Hey, Liz,” he called from down the hall.
“Yes,” I hollered back, hurrying out of the kitchen.
“Can you come back here for a second?”
“Sure.”
Heading toward the sound of his voice, I peered in the open doorways as I trekked down the hall. Passing a bathroom with gleaming fixtures, I strolled by a modest, neat-as-a-button guest room and finally passed his office. Piles of paper, stacked haphazardly, leaned in all directions atop a big, oak desk.
Ah, there it is. The hiccup in his otherwise orderly and controlled psyche. So this is where James lets his guard down.
Mine was my reading room. The place looked like a tornado had ripped through it, but for some unknown reason, I found comfort in the chaos. It was a relief knowing that James and I did have something in common besides a wicked carnal pull.
“Where are you?” I asked. James poked his head out the door of the last room on the right, and flashed me a wolfish grin. “What are you doing in there?”
“Getting the chains ready, of course,” he teased.
A flutter of excitement bubbled in my belly as I stepped through the doorway and spied a huge four-poster bed. There were no chains or cuffs dangling from the posts, but the thick, gray comforter had me dreaming of melting onto the mattress with James’ sinful, hot body pressed atop mine.
“I think this might fit you.” Turning he held up a dark blue cotton hoodie with the words ‘Chicago PD’ emblazoned across the front. “It’ll probably swallow you up, but everything else I have would hang on you like a dress.”
The gesture was sweet, and I thanked him as he tucked the jacket over his arm. He then reached into the closet and pulled out a large black duffle.
“What’s that?”
“Well, since we’re going to the club after dinner…” He shrugged. “The Boy Scout in me wanted to be prepared.”
“What’s inside?” A curious and apprehensive thrill flowed through me.
“Nothing too frightening,” he assured. A devilish twinkle sparkled in his eyes as he stepped past me and hoisted the bag on the bed. “Would you like to see?”
Uncertainty swirled as I nibbled on my bottom lip and issued a silent nod.
James arched an expectant brow, and I remembered his preference for verbal answers.
“Yes.”
Filled with sudden bravery, I peeked over his shoulder as he whipped the zipper open. Swallowing tightly, I watched as he placed floggers and other intriguing items onto the comforter, in a neat row. When he plucked out a bundle of rope, I couldn’t stop myself from inching toward the bed, eager to feel the smooth twine beneath my hands. Sliding my fingertips over the soft, cotton cord, aware of James’ stare, a riot of powerful cravings fluttered within me.
“I think we found something that piques your interest.”
“Yes,” I whispered shyly. “When I was online, I saw pictures of women tied up in beautiful knots… and…”
“Go on,” he coaxed, easing in closer.
“Nothing, really, I just found it fascinating,” I forced in a casual tone.
“Fascinating, huh? I think you find it arousing. Your face is flushed, little one. Your breathing has turned shallow and your nipples are beaded nice and hard beneath your blouse. I must say, you look like an erotic fantasy.”
James cupped a hand to my nape then brushed his thumb over my throbbing peaks. I sucked in a trembling gasp. Skimming his lips over mine, James’ kiss started out soft and light, as if he were testing the waters to see if I’d object. I didn’t. Beneath his touch, with his lips pressed so achingly tender against mine, I felt wanted and desired. Two sensations I hadn’t experienced for a very long time. James stroked my mouth, his passion growing increasingly intense, and when he slid his tongue over the seam of my lips, I parted and welcomed him in.
Inching his fingers up my scalp, James buried them deep and fisted my hair. Controlling the kiss, he delved deeper still, holding me tight. I was helpless beneath his potent command and James had seemingly turned my world upside down in a blindingly good way.
Suddenly frightened by the dangerous yearning, I tensed and tried to pull away. Though he didn’t release my hair, James painted an erotic trail of kisses, licks and bites down my neck before working his mouth up close to my ear.
“Don’t be afraid of your desires,” he murmured, softly. “I’m already imagining how gorgeous you’re going to look bound tight in my soft rope. Do you want a taste of being helpless and at my mercy, sweetheart?”
Yes. No. Oh, god. How was I supposed to answer him?
“How much do you trust me, Liz? Do you trust me with your life?”
Yes, and that was incredibly foolish of me. He was a stranger in so many ways.
“I—I don’t know,” I moaned as he laved his tongue along the pulse point at my neck.
“Good girl.”
‘Good girl.’ His phrase sent a smoldering surge of awareness through me.
“It’s too soon for you to trust me to that degree.”
While I was grateful James had taken the choice away from me, tamping down the ache for him to tie me up and do as he pleased filled me with regret.
“I hope we can work up to the level of trust needed, soon. But tell me, gorgeous, is it too soon for this?”
Releasing my hair, James dropped his fingers to the tiny buttons of my blouse. I stood mesmerized as he freed the cranberry fastenings. Without peeling the fabric away, he cupped his hands beneath my bra. The edges of his palms connecting with my flesh, all warm and firm, made my skin tingle. His stare drifted over my red lace bra like a lover’s caress. His gaze hardened and his nostrils flared. Need thundered in time with my pounding heart. Bending, James trailed whisper-soft kisses over each swell of my breasts, making my nipples burn for his mouth as my pussy clutched at the empty void within.
Reaching a hand behind my back, he unclasped my bra as his tongue toyed along the pillowy tops of my breasts. The lacy material gave way and James cupped each heavy orb in the palm of his hands, lifting them free. Easing back a hairsbreadth, he gazed at my beaded, aching nipples.
“So sexy,” he murmured.
Lust danced, like flickering flames, in his eyes. Extending his tongue, he spiraled the tip in slow, torturous circles around my areolas. Arching my back, I thrust out my breasts in offering to him in a silent plea for more.
“Tell me what you want, Liz. I need to hear the words,” James whispered against my flesh.
“You. Your mouth on me.”
“My mouth is on you, gorgeous,” he taunted. His words vibrated against my skin, pulsating south between my legs. “All over your soft, silky… Damn, you taste sweet.”
“James,” I groaned. Sliding my fingers in his hair, I held his scalp with both hands.
“Talk to me… Tell me what you need.” His harsh demand, like an electrical current zapped my self-restraint.
“Everything,” I purred.
James latched onto my nipple possessively and sucked it deep with a brutal draw before he flicked his tongue over the fiery nub. Lost in the splendor, I tossed my head back and granted him free rein over my body.
Releasing my nipple with a pop, a devilish smile crawled across his wet, red lips. “I can’t give you everything, sweetheart, because some of the things I want to do to you might scare you.”
Emphasizing his warning, James sank his teeth into my stiff nipple. Crying out, I tried to jerk away, but he held fast. He laved the sting away with tender licks. I moaned in gratitude as he turned his attention to my other nipple while he dipped his hand between my thighs before tracing a rainbow pattern over my mound. I arched my hips, silently inviting him to rub my clit and ease my mounting demand.
Capturing my other nipple between his teeth, James lifted his face. “Ask for it, gorgeous,” he demanded in a raspy growl.
“Why? You know what I want. It’s what we both want.”
“Yes, but I’m going to make you say it out loud. Say all the nasty things you want me to do to you.”
Never before had any man climbed inside my soul to pluck at my deepest, darkest fantasies. Wiggling his fingers against the fabric of my pants, he pressed deep between my folds, strumming my needy nub with the perfect amount of pressure. As James sucked and nibbled at my nipples, I reached down and gripped his shoulders. The rush of release thrummed through me, so fast I feared I would shatter too quickly. Clamoring to hold back, I felt my resolve slipping through my fingers like tiny grains of sand. Spiraling out of control, I teetered at the peak, ready to crest the ragged edge and tumble over. Suddenly, James removed his hand from between my legs, leaving me suspended in a riot of need and frustration.
“No. Don’t stop,” I wailed.
James raised his head. His swollen lips glistened with saliva. Peering down, I saw that my elongated nipples were red and hard as rock candy; equally rigid was the erection straining beneath his jeans. Cupping his fingers beneath my chin, James forced my gaze.
“I have the power to keep you suspended over the edge of heaven and trapped in your own private hell all night, pretty lady. Tell me what you want, and I’ll make all your dreams come true.”
Yes, James had well proven he possessed the skill to make me suffer. And as if to prove his point, he feathered his finger over my clit again, in slow taunting strokes, while he nibbled the lobe of my ear between his teeth. Lust and need won over humility and embarrassment.
“I—I want…” Lifting his head, I boldly stared into his eyes. “I want you to fuck me. Now.”
His jaw clenched as he released me and turned. Without a saying a word, James gave a sweep of his thick arm, clearing the duffle and toys onto the floor.
“Then strip and climb onto the bed. Get on your hands and knees. Let’s fuck,” he directed with a nonchalant shrug.
His sudden iciness made me jerk then bristle.
“Like hell I will,” I snapped, indignantly. “You’re bat-shit crazy if you think I’m going to let you rut on me like some goddamn animal. What the hell has gotten into you? You know what? Never mind. I’m done here. Take me home.”
Huffing in anger, I reached beneath my shirt to fasten my bra and only succeeded in tangling my fingers into the fabric. James watched me struggle while a sly smirk tugged the corners of his mouth.
“Stop,” he commanded.
I froze. Reaching out, he cupped my face. His expression softened. “I have no intention of fucking you.”
Confusion warred with rejection inside me and I dropped my arms to my sides. “Then why did you…wait, what?”
“Shhh.” He pressed a finger to my lips. “Anyone can fuck, Liz. I don’t want that. I want to climb inside your body and your soul. Own and possess you for as long as you’ll let me. Then I want to take you again and again until we’re both spent and exhausted. And after that, I want to tuck my body around yours to wake with your sultry mouth on my cock in the morning.”
“Oh, god,” I exhaled on a sigh.
Images of us tangled together—panting, moaning, sweating, and screaming—flashed in my head. James dragged his thumb over my bottom lip. I sucked his digit deep, swirling my tongue around him as if it were his cock. A low groan of approval rolled from his chest before he slowly withdrew his thumb.
“Tell me, exactly what you want…down to the last damn detail. Make me believe that you crave me, as much as I do you.”
I longed to weep at the sheer marvel of the man. James actually sought to know how to please me. Lurid images whirled through my brain, yet I wasn’t sure I could find the courage to give voice to my fantasies.
Yes you can. Do it.
In a sudden rush of bravery, I lifted my chin and sucked in a tremulous breath. “I want to touch you. Feel your beautiful naked body…every hard delicious inch of you with my fingers, my lips, and my tongue. Wrap my hand and my mouth around that massive erection that’s bursting at your zipper until you make me stop.”
Staring at me, his expression was frozen—an unreadable mask—that filled me with dread. Was this not what he wanted? I fell silent for a moment, nervously contemplating if I should continue or not. Then James’ stony façade crumbled. Fire blazed in his eyes as a look of pride softened his features. Reaching up, he stroked the pad of his finger along my cheek. With a barely perceptible nod, he gave me the encouragement to continue.
“I want to kneel before you, open my mouth and swallow you deep.”
James narrowed his eyes and issued a low growl. I knew then that my words were chipping away his Dominant veneer, but it only made me want to taunt him more, drive him as crazy with desire as he did me.
“Then after you explode down my throat and empty every drop of your thick hot come, empowering me…” I flashed him a saucy wink.
James threw back his head and laughed. The sound warmed me, soothed like a balm that eased my self-conscious nerves. Sobering quickly, he stared into my eyes and dropped his defenses. I could see all the way to his soul; see that he indeed wanted me as desperately as I did him.
“Tell me all of it, gorgeous,” he demanded in a harsh, gritty voice.
“I want that talented tongue of yours to work its magic on my pussy as you eat your fill of me. And I want to feel your strong body pinning me to the bed while I cry out as you impale me with your big, hard cock. I want to wrap my legs around your waist and hold on while you drive deep inside me until I can’t scream your name anymore.” By the time I’d finished stating my lurid wants, my whole body trembled in need. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”
Wrapping me in his arms, he claimed me in a savage kiss. “Yes,” he hissed.
Sweeping his hands urgently over my shoulders, James slid my blouse and bra to the floor.
Easing back, he riveted a stare on my breasts for several long, seconds before trailing a scrutinizing gaze over my body. Self-conscious of my fleshy curves, I raised my arms to shield my flaws from James’ view.
“Don’t.” James shook his head in disapproval. Dragging my arms back down, he threaded his fingers through mine and squeezed. “Don’t ever try and hide yourself from me. You’re not allowed to ever conceal one single, sensual inch. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Inwardly cursing my insecurities, I hated seeing such tense concern stamped on his face.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
I’d never considered myself beautiful, but the awe in his tone made me feel more than beautiful… James made me feel adored.
Releasing my hands, he tugged his shirt off over his head. Staring at his sculpted chest, my eyes grew wide. Beneath each nipple lay a silver barbell, embedded beneath the skin. Unable to resist the temptation, I skimmed my hands over his shoulders, down his arms, and along each ridge of his defined biceps. His taut muscles felt like velvet-covered steel. Gliding my open palms over his pecs, I splayed my hands over his washboard abs. A sigh of delight escaped my lips as I zeroed in on the metal bars shimmering beneath his nipples. I traced a fingertip over the pouty nubs of flesh. James sucked in a ragged breath. His body trembled, suggesting his nipples were ultra sensitive.
“Did it hurt?”
“Pain is temporary, but pleasure can sometimes last forever,” he murmured obscurely.
Gliding my finger across his distended nipples once more, he hissed. I intended to pay special attention to those silver bars later but at the moment I was too enthralled, greedily drinking in the smooth planes and defined ridges of his tan, sculpted muscles. Allowing my hands to follow my gaze, I pressed a palm against his defined abs. Smooth flesh stretched over granite. His body heat spread over each finger, and I purred in delight.
James smiled at me, as if amused that I found his body so fascinating. As I slid my hands to his bulging biceps, cupping and squeezing them, James placed his hands at the button of his jeans and began to undress.
I inched back slightly, watching as his swollen, sizeable erection sprang free. My mouth watered at the sight of his plum-colored crest and the thickly, threaded veins along the shaft. A clear bead blossomed from the tip of his smooth crown as I drank in every inch of his cock. James toed off his shoes and socks, before kicking free of his jeans. Gripping his cock with his fist, James stroked himself as if trying to lessen the ache. I lifted my head and he pinned me with a hungry, inquisitive stare.
Yes, you look incredible. Sinful and sexy. Yes, I want to drop to my knees and taste you.
It took all the strength I had to keep from doing just that. I ached to stretch my lips around him, lick the tantalizing crystal swell, and savor his masculine musk as it coated my tongue.
As if reading my mind, James shook his head. “Not yet.” His voice dipped in warning.
Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my pants, he peeled the fabric off my hips, down my thighs, then onto the floor. As I kicked out of my shoes, his nostrils flared. I too, caught the scent of my own feminine spice in the air. James floated a stirring gaze down my body, stopping at the red scrap of lace concealing my mound.
“Did you wear that especially for me?” His voice sounded even rougher and huskier than before. I nodded, and his jaw ticked. “Pretty. I’m going to enjoy dragging that sexy scrap of lace off you…with my teeth.”
As if possible, the sexual tension in the room grew even stronger.
Turning, he pulled back the gray comforter. A quiver of anticipation slithered up my spine. While my hormones were throwing a party that my insufferable sexual drought would soon be over, guilt niggled in the back of my brain. Ryan didn’t know I’d given up on him, and on us. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t tried to contact him, though. Without cell service I had no way to find closure, but damn it, the inability to talk with him was just one more shining example of the lack of concern or respect he had for me. If he truly loved me, he never would have left. If I truly loved him, I wouldn’t have let him go.
“No guilt. Dammit. I deserve this,” I mumbled to myself.
Shoving all thoughts of Ryan away, I resolved to let nothing interfere with this chance to feel desired. James brought me back to life and I intended to relish every single second.
Straightening, James cocked his head. “Did you say something?”
Wrapping his strong arms around my waist he pulled me against him, flesh-to-flesh, hot, hard and ready. Blistering need licked up my spine with a tongue as white-hot as James’ cock ardently twitching against my belly.
I shook my head as I stared into his sexy eyes. “Nothing. I was just talking to myself. You know how it is when you live alone… um, you do live alone, right?”
“Yes.” Dipping his head, James scattered whisper-light kisses over my shoulder and up my neck.
“Then you know. You’re usually the—oh…yes, that feels good…the only company you have. I guess talking to myself has become a habit, and I—”
“Liz?”
“Yes?”
Lifting his head, James flashed me a toe-curling grin. “Stop talking.”
Slanting his lips over mine, he cleared my brain with a fiery kiss while spinning me beneath him onto the bed. His wide body hovered over mine as our tongues tangled in a sucking, swirling frenzy to consume. Incongruent with his savage kiss, his fingers swept over my flesh in reverent, tender caresses.
Plucking my nipples like the stems off strawberries, James swallowed my moans and whimpers. Inching his lips down my neck, he moved lower still, bathing my torso in a trail of liquid fire. Stopping to tease each breast, he eased further still, biting the edge of my thong between his teeth. With a feral growl, he eased off the side of the bed and onto his knees, stealing the thong from my body. Gripping the lace in a fist, James drew the material to his nose. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply then pinned me with a hungry stare as he licked his lips.
“You make it almost impossible for me to hold back and be gentle with you, Liz.”
“Then don’t, please,” I challenged on a sultry whisper.
“Fuck. You’re already begging. You’re killing me, sweetheart.”
His voice was calm, but the energy rolling off him was electric as he cupped his hands behind my knees. His biceps bunched as he dragged me toward the edge of the bed. Lifting one leg, then the other, James feathered kisses up and down the inside of my thighs before setting each of my feet flat on the mattress. Eye level with my pussy, he stared at my exposed sex as if it were a piece of art.
“I’ve been dying to taste you ever since I smelled your feminine spice in the parking garage last night. I’ll give you a free pass this first time, Liz, but after that I expect you to beg, loud and long.”
“A free pass for what? I don’t understand.” Thick, anxious breaths tore from the back of my throat. “What do you mean?”
“You can come when you’re ready, this time.”
“This time?”
“Yes. But next time, you have to beg my permission before I let you shatter.”
“Permission? Why do I need permiss…ahhh…” My question died on a throaty moan as James dragged his tongue up my center in a long languid swipe.
Gripping the sheets, I cried out as he raised his head. A feral gleam danced in his dark eyes as he traced the tip of his tongue over the pouty flesh of my pussy. Pressing his thumbs against my labia, James spread me open, still holding my gaze as he flattened his tongue and licked me with the same blood-boiling fashion as before. Bucking beneath his assault, I cried out, wanting to demand more.
Holding me prisoner with his penetrating stare, he peeled away my defenses, one layer at a time, as he explored my folds. Stopping to lap my juices, James plunged his tongue deep inside my core as I ground my clit against his nose. Delving deeper, my quivering tunnel clutched at his tongue. James sucked and licked my pussy with mind-bending perfection while I fought to hold back my release and savor each exquisite second.
My skin felt tight, as if attempting to contain the bliss he bestowed would soon have me bursting at the seams. Looping my legs over his wide shoulders, I locked my ankles at his nape before linking my fingers around the back of his head. Keeping his mouth where I needed it most, I rode the pulses of electricity spreading outward as my limbs tingled and tensed. The muscles of my thighs tightened like the threads on a bow as I keened in desperation to hold back the powerful orgasm throbbing wildly inside me. As if sensing my struggle, James lifted his mouth from my cunt.
“Come. Give it to me, Liz. I want it now.” His command was rough and harsh.
James lowered his head once again and laid siege to my clit while driving two fingers into my quivering cunt. Sucking the hypersensitive bud between his lips, James batted the swollen nub with his tongue. Thrusting his fingers in and out of my sweltering pussy, I arched my hips off the bed. Taut muscles shook and I screamed out his name as I shattered over his mouth.
Milking and sucking at his embedded fingers, the powerful orgasm rolled me under, pounding into me with a force I’d never felt before. James groaned in approval, greedily sucking my clit as sparkling white lights detonated behind my eyes. Screaming with each wave of ecstasy that tore through me, I ground my pussy against his mouth until the nerves of my clit grew too sensitive and the blissful pleasure turned to pain.
Releasing my clit, but not stopping, James feathered his tongue in tiny circles around my pulsating nub. Shrieking, I tried to push his face away from my center. When he didn’t budge, I dropped my feet onto the mattress and tried to inch away, but that attempt failed as well. Chuckling, James’ deep, baritone voice vibrated over my aching tissue making my tunnel jolt and constrict even harder around his fingers, and still he continued to bathe me in tender torture.
“Stop,” I begged as my voice shook in a desperate cry.
The painful pleasure was too much…too soon after such a colossal release. I tried to squeeze my thighs together, but his broad chest pinned me open and accessible to his every whim. Attempting to scoot back again, James pressed a firm hand to my belly, keeping me fixed to his mouth. Suddenly he lifted from me, his eyes narrowed in a look of warning. Then without a word he slapped his wet fingers over my enflamed pussy.
“Ah,” I screamed. “What was that for?”
“I wasn’t done yet.”
“But I can’t take anymore. It’s too much.”
“Yes, you can.” He smiled wickedly. “I’ll show you.”
Holding his palm to my abdomen, James blew across my pussy. I shivered. The cold air left a tingling sensation over my clit and folds as James slid his fingers deep inside me once again. Twisting his wrist, he delved deeper, and as if he possessed some internal road map, he began strumming that magical spot hidden within. Moaning, I rolled my hips while James intently watched my reactions. A beguiling expression played over his face.
“This time you’ll have to beg me for it. Beg loud and long, sweetheart.”
“Why?” I groaned, writhing and gasping when his fingers wiggled over the right spot.
“Because you can’t always have what you want when you want it, little one.”
“That’s not fair,” I groaned like a petulant child.
“No. Taking you to the edge and keeping you there isn’t fair. I don’t like playing those kinds of games. But if you don’t follow the rules, that’s exactly what I’ll be forced to do.”
“Games are for children,” I scoffed. “I’m a woman. A woman who wants to feel you inside her… A woman who doesn’t want to hold back when she needs to come.”
“I see a lot of patience training in your future.” He smirked.
“Training?” I issued a humorless laugh as I squirmed on his embedded fingers. “That’s what you do to submissives. I’m not a sub.”
“So you say,” he replied cryptically. “Beg me for it, Liz, or you won’t come at all.”
Without another word, James began working my clit with his flat tongue. Up and down, side-to-side, effortlessly rekindling the fire with each exacting stroke. Worried I couldn’t muster a second orgasm, James’ commanding skills had me reevaluating my doubts.
Holding me with a sharp gaze, he summoned ribbons of ripples and quivering quakes from inside me. Concentrating on my swollen clit, James played my body as if he conducted a concerto. His fingers and tongue were the symphony, my whimpering cries…the song.
Joining his other hand to my sodden opening, I gasped at the feel of his cold fingers. They quickly warmed as he gathered my slickness, then swirled the moisture around the puckered rim of my ass.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Please.”
“Please what?” he murmured against my clit, strumming my g-spot incessantly.
Nectar spilled from me like a river, as shock waves of delight lashed up my spine. He pressed harder against the gathered rim of my ass, prodding me to say the words out loud. Too self-conscious to ask that he slide his thumb up my backside, I dipped my hips, causing one fingertip to breach my ring.
“You like that don’t you?” James taunted.
When I didn’t answer, he stopped teasing my backside. I groaned in frustration. A spark of caution flickered through his eyes before he lifted his mouth from me.
“You’ll ask for what you want, or get nothing at all.”
“I can’t…it’s…”
“Embarrassing?” he challenged with a smirk.
“Yes.”
“Baby, my hand is deep inside your tight, hot pussy. My mouth and chin are covered in your silky sweet juices. We’re way past embarrassment. And if you’re still thinking about anything but pleasure, I’m not doing my job here.” James waited several long seconds for me to reply, but I couldn’t force the words from my lips.
“Tell me,” he wheedled, coaxing me further by flicking his tongue across my clit.
“My ass,” I gasped. “Put your finger in my ass.”
“That’s a demand, sweetheart, not a request.”
“Oh for the love of…” I exhaled on an irritated sigh. “Please. Will you please put your finger in my ass?”
Saying the crude words made me feel tawdry. But at the same time, asking James to fulfill my desires felt liberating.
“You’d like to ride my thick, hard cock stuffed deep in your ass, wouldn’t you, baby?”
Oh god, yes. Keep talking dirty to me, James.
“Yes,” I hissed as images of his thick shaft stretching and driving into my delicate tissue suffused my mind.
“Oh, my, my. You kinky little beauty, where have you been all my life?”
In a dead-end relationship, with a man who… Stop. This wasn’t the time or the place to start ruminating about Ryan—especially not with James’ mouth on my clit and his fingers strumming a decadent rhythm inside my pussy. Slowly he began breaching the gathered rim of my ass as he devoured me in earnest once more.
“I don’t know,” I answered, mindlessly. At least I think I said the words out loud.
The rapture James bestowed rivaled any force of nature, but then the things he did to me weren’t natural, at least not on a level that I’d ever experienced. Like a madman possessed, James consumed me while the synapses in my brain misfired, collided and ricocheted in a conflagration of euphoria. His beguiling skills and natural command proved to be an intoxicating combination that both thrilled and frightened me. Helplessly, spiraling higher and faster, I clung to the precipice, keening in need.
“Beg for it, Liz. Make me believe how desperate you are for that mighty orgasm.”
“Please. James, please. I can’t hold—”
“Come,” he roared. “Shatter for me, gorgeous.”
And I did, even stronger than before. The cries of my release reverberated in my ears as James watched me. The fire of awe burned so brightly in his eyes, it brought tears to my own.
Easing his finger from my ass, then from my pussy, he kissed the pouting flesh of my mons. He murmured praises in that that deep, sinful voice of his, sending a strange sense of accomplishment to warm my heart. I tried to catch my breath while my tunnel clutched and quivered as powerful aftershocks rippled through me. James eased off the floor and climbed onto the bed, then wrapped me in his arms. I could smell my pungent spice…taste my own tart flavor as he pressed a soft kiss to my lips.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
James lightly scoffed. “I should be thanking you. Watching you explode like that was a sight to behold.”
“Hmmm,” I purred.
He drew his finger up my stomach and circled my breasts. “You stay here and rest for a minute. I’ll clean you up, and then we’ll head to dinner.”
“What? No.” Glancing at his leaking cock, swollen and in need, I shook my head. “I want to take care of you. Besides, you’ll never be able to shove all that back inside your jeans.”
He chuckled and shrugged. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll manage.”
He didn’t want me to pleasure him. Why? “I don’t understand. You gave me the most powerful orgasms of my life, but you won’t let me do the same for you?”
“Liz,” James began apologetically. “I ache to use you hard, but if we don’t go now, we’ll never make it to the restaurant. When I finally slide deep inside you, I won’t be able to stop long enough to order a damn pizza.”
“Who needs food?” I murmured. Cupping his cheek, I silenced his reply with a kiss.
Desperate to return the pleasure he’d given me, I deepened the kiss and pressed my naked body against his. He made a noise from the back of his throat that sounded like ‘nice try’ before gripping my hair. Tugging me from his mouth, James halted my attempt to sway him.
“Who’s in charge here?” he asked, his expression hard and stony. Rolling me to my back, he pinned me beneath him with his strong body.
“It doesn’t matter who’s in charge,” I argued. “I’ve had my fun, now it’s your turn.”
“Oh, it definitely matters, sweetheart,” he warned. “But I am curious, exactly what would you do if I let you take control?”
“I’d suck your cock,” I boldly declared.
His cock jerked against my belly and the spark that flared in his eyes told me that James wanted that, too. I was probably breaking some stupid Dominant rule, and I knew James wanted to call the shots, but if I was ever going to wrap my tongue around his cock, it was time to turn up the heat.
“I’d suck it deep inside my mouth. Glide my tongue over every throbbing vein,” I whispered enticingly. “Take you down my throat until you filled my belly with your thick, hot come.”
A knowing smirk curled one side of his mouth. “You’re going to be a handful.”
“Is that a yes?” I eagerly asked.
“No,” he responded firmly.
I blinked in shock. What the hell? What man in his right mind turned down a blowjob?
“Why not?” I asked incredulously.
“Because you’re topping from the bottom, my beautiful brat,” he chuckled.
“Topping from the bottom? What’s that?”
“It’s when a submissive decides how and what a Dominant is going to do to her. You’ll follow my rules, my wants, because that’s my job.”
“So, because I want to give you a blowjob, you’re turning me down based on the fact that you didn’t tell me to? No offense, but that’s like cutting off your nose to spite your face. That’s the most fucked-up logic I’ve ever heard. What’s wrong with two people having hot sex without maneuvering around a bunch of ridiculous rules?”
“That’s three.” James smirked.
“Three what? What is it that you’re keeping count of?”
“Spankings, of course.”
“What?” I screeched. “You are not going to spank me.”
“Maybe not yet, but soon. You’ve earned them.”
“In your dreams,” I said, rolling my eyes.
James smirked. “I’m not much of a gambler, but I’d say my odds are way higher than fifty-fifty.”
I scoffed at his confidence. And why did the thought of him spanking me turn me on so much? The way James so effortlessly piqued my kinky desires made me want to scream. Deep down I desperately wanted him to turn me over his knees.
“I wouldn’t place that bet if I were you. You’ll lose,” I snorted in challenge.
A knowing smirk curled one side of his mouth. Wedging an arm beneath my back, he drug me to the edge of the bed before flipping me face down over his hap. I let out a yelp as he gripped my waist in a sturdy hold while his steely erection lay pressed against my side.
“Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing?” I hissed.
“Exactly what you said I couldn’t,” he lightheartedly replied. “Your safeword is red.”
Fear twisted in my belly. I’d read about safewords. A sub would say an agreed upon word to the Dom when she was in trouble. The Dominant had to stop whatever he was doing.
I was in trouble all right, and if there was ever a time for a safeword it was now.
”Red,” I screamed at the top of my lungs.