Joshua Lars—the Joshua Lars—stared at me like a hungry wolf evaluating a lone rabbit miles from the safety of its burrow.
“Oh!” I gasped, extending my hand to him. “Mr. Lars, it’s an honor.”
A modest smile crawled across his lips and my heart tripped over itself as it skittered in my chest. “Please, call me Joshua. And trust me, Mellie, the pleasure is all mine.”
He knew my name? No doubt he spied my surprise, as a warm chuckle rolled from the back of his throat, sending a streak of arousal igniting within me.
“Abbas has quite a penchant for my work. I made it a point to find out about the woman he’d sent on his behalf.”
“Oh.” I nodded, stunned that Joshua would bother with such mundane details.
“You never answered my question, Mellie,” he reminded me.
Joshua stepped close into my personal space. I glanced back at the alluring woman, trying to ignore the decadent heat emanating from his long, lean body. Quickly averting my gaze—for fear the sub statue might pull me beneath her spell again—only to be snared by Joshua’s intense appraisal.
“Actually, I’m a bit embarrassed by my reaction to the piece. I was brought to tears by the sheer beauty and detail of your work,” I fibbed.
“I see.” His expression suddenly turned somber. “My mistake. I thought perhaps she’d swayed you on some other level.”
“Oh? What level is that?” I feigned confusion.
“It’s not important,” he replied with a wave of his hand. “Listen, I was just on my way outside to get some air and I’d like some company. Are you up for that?”
I swallowed tightly. “Yes. Thank you, I’d be honored.” I smiled, then tucked my purse beneath my arm, gripping my champagne glass to keep it from shaking.
“Come.” He smiled.
His word sounded like a command and I hesitated as he extended his elbow. He arched an inquisitive brow as I forced my hand to grasp the crook of his arm. His muscles felt strong and sturdy, and I wondered how his flesh would feel, naked with me beneath him.
Joshua led me through the gallery and out the back door. Without a word, we walked down a stone pathway surrounded by fragrant rose bushes that did little to soothe my frazzled nerves. Though the gentle breeze from the night air was a welcome change from the bustling, stuffy gallery teeming with prospective buyers, it too didn’t help calm me. Nervous energy zipped through me with a level of anxiety so foreign I didn’t know how to sort or suppress it.
Seated on a padded bench beneath the stars, I glanced at the foliage surrounding the courtyard, slowly sipping my champagne. I could feel Joshua’s intense, hot gaze piercing through me, producing awkward and unsure emotions that were so out of character for me that I tipped back the glass and drained the contents in one big gulp. Placing the flute down, I glanced over at him. He smiled, and I all but melted.
“It’s a beautiful night,” I blurted out nervously. “The roses… they smell so sweet.”
“Yes,” he murmured, staring at me for a disturbingly long time.
Darting my gaze away from him, I felt awkwardly unsure and perplexed.
Get a grip. What the hell is wrong with you? You act like you’re never talked to a damn man before. Yeah, yeah, it’s Joshua Lars, big deal. Grow a set and snap out of it.
Gathering up my courage while trying to ignore the fact that I was sitting next to one of the most talented artists of the twenty-first century, I gathered my courage and turned to face him. It was time to nip this shit in the bud.
“Why are you staring at me?”
“I’m memorizing every gorgeous contour of your face. I’m going to capture your beauty in clay.” He skimmed a single finger up my cheek, sending a tremor of excitement rippling through me. “You’re so damn beautiful. I can already feel you coming to life beneath my fingers.”
Images of dissolving beneath his masterful hands flickered through my brain. The erotic visuals, coupled with the champagne, melted all my inhibitions away. Acting on impulse, I leaned in and kissed him. Joshua started, but didn’t pull back. Instead he cupped a hand around my nape, he laid siege to my mouth and stripped away my attempted control. He brushed his tongue over the seam of my lips, enticing me to yield beneath the kiss. Opening, I let him in as a voice inside from long ago sighed a contented ‘yes.’
Joshua sucked in an energized breath so deep it stole the air from my lungs. Empowered by my surrender, his kiss turned urgent and demanding. Our tongues dueled in a frantic dance as he slid his hand from my neck and palmed my aching breast. Swallowing my soft moans, he gently brushed a thumb over my turgid nipple. Gripping the jacket of his tuxedo in my fists, I held on as he ate at me like a hungry animal.
Abruptly Joshua pulled back, and in the moonlight I saw the gravity of desire blazing in his eyes.
“I want you in my bed, Mellie,” he whispered in a raspy, edgy rumble.
Jerking his head upright, he blinked, seemingly startled by his confession. Joshua scrubbed a hand through his golden hair, and exhaled a deep sigh. “Christ, you must think I’m a bastard. One kiss and—”
“No,” I blurted out. “You’re not… yes. Take me to bed.”
What the hell are you doing? You don’t even know this guy. He’s not even asked you out to dinner, and you’re going to fuck him? You know what’s going to happen after. Right? Shame, remorse, and guilt. Tons and tons of guilt. Remember what happened the first time you thought you could handle a one-night stand? For the love of god, don’t be stupid and set yourself up for that mental shit-storm again.
A sensual smile tugged one corner of his mouth, effectively wiping away the reprimanding voice in my head, and all my rationale. Leaping from the bench as if he’d just won a trip to Tahiti, he clasped his hand in mine. Pulling me to my feet, Joshua all but dragged me across the stone walkway and back inside the gallery.
Bending close to my ear, his warm breath had me biting back a moan. “I have to mingle for a few minutes. Don’t leave.”
“I won’t,” I murmured, turning to gaze into his twinkling green eyes.
“Good girl,” he whispered. Flashing me a quick wink, he hurried away.
My pussy fluttered at his praise and I swallowed the lump of lust lodged in my throat.
You’re really going to do it again, aren’t you? You’re going to wish you hadn’t when you’re crying and beating yourself up, feeling like a ten cent whore...again.
Lifting a flute of champagne off the tray of a passing waiter, I downed its contents in two gulps. I wasn’t aiming to get drunk; I simply needed some liquid courage, and hoped it would silence the righteous voice screaming in my head.
Meandering toward the back of the gallery, I caught Joshua glancing my way while he chatted with his fans. It was impossible to miss the lustful flicker in his eyes or the knowing smile adorning his erotic mouth. Anticipation had those damn butterflies dipping and swooping in a gut-churning freefall. Turning away from his enticing glimpses, I once again found myself staring at the alluring woman on her knees. Just as before, she held me hostage while my tattered and bruised submission stirred to life.
“You please me, girl, and make me happy.” The familiar voice from long ago echoed in my head, dragging with it the warmth of pleasing a Master.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I clenched my jaw as my body grew taut. No. He wasn’t a Master, he was a fake, and you were a fool to believe his lies. Even as I tried to convince myself the submission I’d experienced was a farce, I couldn’t deny the contentment yielding had brought to my soul. I couldn’t rationalize away how utterly complete I’d been beneath the command of a Dom. Even one who was a son of a bitch and had little regard for a collar. Master wasn’t all bad. There were moments when his command had been simply divine, and something special blossomed inside me…or at least I’d thought so at the time.
I missed my submission. Even admitting there was a missing part inside me, I knew I could never allow myself to sink back to such a vulnerable position again. It would be emotional suicide. I had to drive away the beguiling memories—slam the lid down tight, and seal them away—fast. This was definitely not the time or place to toss my yearnings into some emotional blender and start whipping up dysfunctional submissive smoothies.
Opening my eyes, I had every intention of suppressing my inner submissive, but all that was shot to hell the instant I gazed at the imploring expression on the figurine’s face. I’d been that woman… Haunted by the same compulsion to please reflecting on her beautifully etched face. Yearning for that fulfillment sliced deep, opened me up with a raw and unforgiving blade.
No matter how desperately I wanted to deny it, Joshua’s mannerisms conveyed his Dominance. I’d have to be deaf, dumb, and blind not to notice. Like a slippery eel, apprehension slithered within. I’d successfully hidden my real desires when he’d questioned me about my reaction to the statue. But what if he got past my defenses? Would he expect me to kneel at his feet… hand over my control so he could mold me into a perfect statue? Then what? Dangle me like a puppet until a younger, inexperienced submissive blipped his radar? How long would it be until he snipped the threads and set me free, only to sink his talented hands into the flesh of another to sculpt and mold her into a flawless sub?
No more champagne for you, chicky. You’ve known the man a whole five minutes. If he expects you to hand over your control without trust, he’s nothing but another big fat fucking player. Besides, none of it matters. All you’re going to do is have a nice hot tumble in the sack with him. That’s it. No Dom/sub nothing! So get a grip and for the love of god, stop torturing yourself by looking at the damn sculpture!
Snapping my head up, I found Joshua staring at me with a gaze so intent I suddenly worried that I’d let my mask slip. My cheeks grew warm and began to mentally draw up my crumbling shield. My only saving grace was that the man couldn’t read my mind. Quickly pulling bold and brazen Mellie to the surface, I flashed him a seductive smile. I had no intention of letting him see how quickly he unraveled me.
Seduction, not submission.
Joshua inched closer toward me, never missing a beat of conversation with the crowd of people pressing in around him. Hyper aware that his methodical movements were aimed in my direction, the room felt hotter. My nipples ached and my pussy wept and all I could think about was having him put out the five-alarm fire he ignited within me.
I couldn’t stop staring at the curve of his lips or the memory of how his fervent kiss had possessed me. Watching the unconscious sweep of his hands as he talked, I studied each long finger before dropping my gaze to his feet. I couldn’t help it, I was curious. I’d spent enough horizontal time in the sheets to know the old adage; big hands, big feet… big cock was true, and Joshua Lars had a massive cock hidden beneath his pants. My palms itched to caress, grip, and stroke it to life. Subconsciously, I slid my tongue over my teeth, hungry for a taste.
“You must be extremely proud.” A deep-voiced man shook me from my sexual musings.
Turning, I peered over my shoulder and was startled to find a stunning piece of eye-candy standing beside me. Dressed in a gray suit, his dark eyes matched his coffee-colored hair and the well-manicured scruff adorning his chiseled face.
“I beg your pardon?” I asked, confused by his remark.
“I said you must be extremely proud. Joshua captured you impeccably in this decisive piece of erotica.” The man nodded toward the statue.
“Oh!” I blinked. “No. That’s not me.”
He tipped his head to the side as if trying to decide if I were telling a lie. Darting several glances between the sculpture and me, he pursed his lips in a frown. “It certainly looks like you.”
“Coincidence, I guess.” I shrugged.
“Hrm,” he grunted in disbelief. “That’s some coincidence, and a pity, really.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I think you’d look stunning on your knees before me,” he quipped with a wicked smirk.
My mouth fell open in absolute shock.
“Ah, Ian. Glad you could make it, man,” Joshua announced as he slapped the other man on the shoulder with a broad smile.
Snapping my jaw shut, I welcomed his interruption, because Ian had left me speechless.
“You know I wouldn’t miss this,” Ian chuckled.
“Melinda Carson, Ian Stone. Ian, Melinda,” Joshua introduced.
“Not Melinda.” I cringed. “Please call me Mellie.”
“Mellie, I’m enchanted.” Ian replied with a wolfish grin. Lifting my hand to his lips, he brushed a kiss over my skin.
“Back off, bro,” Joshua warned. An unmistakable tone of jealousy resonated in his voice.
“Seriously?” Ian asked, arching his brows. “I should have known.” Turning, he pinned me with an accusatory stare. “I almost believed you when you said you weren’t the model for the statue.”
“I’m not,” I gasped.
As if putting the pieces of our conversation together, Joshua peered down at the kneeling woman then turned and studied me with a razor-sharp gaze. “That’s truly amazing.”
“What?” I asked as a rush of anxiety rippled through me.
“She looks just like you,” Joshua affirmed.
“No, she doesn’t”
“Yes, she does,” both men chuckled in unison.
“It’s fate and can only mean one thing,” Joshua marveled as he plucked the statue from its stand.
“What?”
“She’s yours,” he insisted, thrusting the delicate woman into my hands.
The unexpected weight of the piece surprised me. I clutched it tight, praying it wouldn’t slip through my fingers and splinter over the glossy hardwood floor. “I can’t possibly accept… It’s too much, honestly.”
“I don’t believe it,” Ian gasped. “I just witnessed history in the making. Mellie, you’re the first woman I’ve ever heard say ‘no’ to the great and powerful Joshua Lars.”
Ian let out a loud laugh.
“Bite me, bro,” Joshua drawled in a low, sarcastic whisper. “Don’t believe him, Mellie. Ian’s a habitual liar.”
“I think you’re both just trying to rattle my chain.” I grinned.
“Oh, so you like chains do you, princess?” Ian winked.
“No,” I lied with a roll of my eyes. “Are you two brothers or something?”
“No, we met...ahhh,” Ian stuttered. “Through some mutual friends a few years back.”
“He’s my brother from another mother,” Joshua smirked then quickly sobered. “Hey, we’re going to sneak out of this soirée and grab a drink or something. I’ll see you this weekend.”
“You need a co-pilot to help pour the drinks?” Ian asked cryptically. I couldn’t miss his hopeful expression.
“Not tonight, bro. I’m flying solo,” Joshua replied with a shake of his head.
I felt my brows furrow. Seriously? Was I reading the gist of their conversation right? Was Ian asking to be a third in our pre-arranged sexcapade? My heart skipped a beat and a rush of cream slid from within. Holy crap! They share women? The thought made my aching clit throb even more.
“Fuck, my luck sucks,” Ian groused with a grin as he slapped Joshua on the back. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t enjoy. It was a pleasure meeting you, Mellie. Oh, and if Joshua disappoints, give me a call.”
“Prick,” Joshua mumbled under his breath before wrapping his fingers around my elbow and gently pulling me to his side.
“I doubt you’ll be hearing from me, but it was nice meeting you, Ian,” I giggled as Joshua led me away.
“You’ll have to excuse him. He doesn’t have much of a filter,” Joshua spoke quietly, leaning in toward my ear.
“It’s okay. I don’t shock very easily,” I reassured him.
Joshua ushered me toward the door leading to the rose garden, but before we could make our escape, our plans were thwarted by a group of adoring fans that converged around us. His smile was jovial, his voice calm and collected, but his fingers gripped my elbow tighter as a palpable tension rose inside him. I wondered if being thrown back into the limelight made him uncomfortable, or if he was simply as anxious to get naked and start fucking as I was.
Christian chose that moment to make a toast. I almost laughed when Joshua issued a barely perceptible growl from the back of his throat. It was comforting to know I wasn’t the only one anxious to get leave—or suffering raging hormone syndrome.
Like a quintessential gentleman, Joshua thanked Christian and his fans for their steadfast support and announced that his hiatus was over. After Joshua promised to have additional exhibitions in the near future, the guests seemed placated enough for us to finally slip out the back door.
As soon as we stepped outside, Joshua spun me against his chest and crashed his lips down against mine in a hot and desperate kiss. Gripping my purse in one hand and the stunning work he’d given me in the other, I whimpered at my inability to slide my hands inside his tux jacket and feel the ridges and planes of his body. When he pressed his heated shaft against my sweltering pussy, I quickly gauged the size of his massive erection. The man might very well kill me, but oh hell yes, what a way to go.
His tongue swept inside my mouth and passion erupted like a volcano. Squirming, Joshua trailed his tongue in a deviant path from my mouth, along my jaw, and down the column of my neck.
“I’m two seconds away from laying you on the ground and driving into your soft body, Mellie. We need to get out of here.”
“Where are we going?” I asked on a breathless whisper.
“Next door. My studio. I own the loft… it’s where I live,” he mumbled against my skin.
“What are we waiting for?” I asked with a lustful laugh.
“My lips don’t want to be apart from your sweet flesh that long.”
When he sunk his teeth into the lobe of my ear, I purred. “Take me here, or take me there. Right now I don’t really care. But dammit, stop torturing me. I need to feel you.”
A low chuckle vibrated in his chest. “Sassy little minx, aren’t you?” Raising his head, he stared into my eyes. “I can fix that. Come on.”
Tucking his arm around my waist, he pulled me to his side before lifting my feet off the ground and racing past the padded bench.
“Here, you carry this,” I instructed, handing him the sculpture. “My hands are shaking so bad, I’m afraid I’m going to drop her.”
“Why are your hands shaking, Mellie?” he asked with a taunting grin as he grasped the figurine from my hands.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you’ve got my blood thundering in my ears and my knees so weak it’s a good thing my feet aren’t touching the ground or I’d fall off these damn stilettos,” I laughed.
“Are you wet and throbbing for me?” The gruff, hungry tone in his voice sent a shiver down my spine.
“Do you really need to ask?” I challenged.
Stopping abruptly, he narrowed his eyes and silently studied me for several long seconds. I’d suspected he was a Dominant, but his stern, disapproving expression thoroughly confirmed it. Every fiber in my being implored me to remain strong, but I wilted under his compelling gaze and cast my eyes toward the ground.
“I asked because I wanted to hear it from your own lips, little one.”
Little one. If there’d been a shred of doubt still rolling around in my head, his term of endearment annihilated it on the spot.
Joshua Lars. Accomplished artist. Sizzling hottie. Fucking Dominant. You’re toast, woman.
“When I ask you a question, I expect an honest answer, not a flippant response. Don’t get me wrong, Mellie. Your spirit is enchanting, but now isn’t the time or place for it. Do you understand?”
He chastises like a damn Dominant, too. You need to fake a headache and get your ass back to Savannah’s. Call it self-preservation, survival, or downright fear, but you’re not ready for the games he wants to play with you.
Before I could answer he kissed me, with a blood-pumping, panty-melting fury so strong, it obliterated the voice in my head. Drowning beneath the warm, soft texture of his lips and the heated breath between us, I brazenly reached up and smoothed my palm over his cheek.
Hesitantly, Joshua pulled away, his nostrils flared and an impatient groan rolled off his tongue before he raced us toward a plain, three-story warehouse.
“It’s not much on the outside, but inside isn’t too bad,” he explained as he tugged a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked a sturdy metal door.
Stepping through the portal, I scoffed inwardly at his remark. Designed in a bold Avant Garde style, the spacious open floor plan with its partially rounded walls and sharp geometric accents blended in appealing contrast. His décor looked nothing like I’d imagined it might be. He’d merged several of his own works with glass and metal creations. From a design perspective it shouldn’t have worked, but it did… beautifully. Brightly colored furnishings and decorative vases in red and burgundy hues generated a soothing atmosphere. Joshua Lars was a high caliber artist through and through.
“This is incredible,” I whispered, trying to absorb the details of his lavish surroundings.
“I’ll take you on the grand tour later. Right now there’s only one room that I want to see you in… my bedroom.”
With an invitation so honest and seductive, how could I refuse? With a provocative smile I nodded. “Lead the way.”
“Oh, I fully intend to,” he chuckled.
His double entendre was clear. Setting the sculpture down on a table, Joshua took my hand and led me up a wide staircase. Once we reached the landing, he pulled me against his chest and pressed me up against a door before dissolving me beneath his soft seductive kisses. Blazing with impatience, I yearned for more… much, much more. The slow, methodic tempo of his masterful mouth confined me to the fringes of madness. Joshua seemed in no hurry to seize the bubbling lust within me.
When he sunk his teeth into my bottom lip and tugged, I couldn’t keep my frustration in check a second longer. I cried out in a suffering wail, impatiently palming the doorknob next to my hip. Twisting the cool metal knob, I discovered it was locked.
“That leads to my studio.” He said with a smirk, reveling in my eagerness. “We’re definitely not playing in there, little one.”
“Stop stalling, Joshua. Take me to your bed. I’m dying,” I begged.
“Surely you don’t think I’m finished warming you up yet. Do you?”
“Warmed up?” I scoffed. “I’m ready to go up in flames here.”
“Good. I’m glad I’m not the only one.” He replied with a grin so lethal my knees wobbled.
Scooping me off my feet, Joshua carried me down the hall. As we breeched an open doorway, he flipped on the lights. Sweeping a gaze over the wide open loft, my sights fixed on a massive four poster bed, poised atop a red and gold Persian rug in the center of the room. Tall windows covered in ecru gauze lined the perimeter of the room and a set of open double doors led to a spacious cream and gold tiled bathroom.
Dark cherry furnishings combined with the chocolate and burgundy comforter, and matching accent pillows lent a bold, masculine impression. The room screamed of power, command and Dominance.
Darting a glance toward the gleaming armoire, I caught myself wondering if a plethora of BDSM toys was hidden behind the ornately carved doors.
Stop it! You’re here for good old fashioned vanilla sex. That’s it!
Joshua laid me down on the bed with a wolfish grin, then stood. “Now where were we?”
Peeking up at him beneath dark lashes, I watched as he stripped off his jacket and tugged at his tie.
“I’ve pictured you here, in my bed like this, all damn night,” he confessed in a hoarse whisper.
Swallowing tightly, I stared at his nimble fingers as he worked the buttons on his shirt open before peeling away the fabric. His sinewy muscles bunched and flexed as I gazed at his tall, lean body. Drinking in the sight of his broad shoulders, defined pecs and biceps, I danced a gaze down to his washboard abs. A trail of ash-colored hair disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers, stirring the demand inside to see where it ended.
Sitting up, I reached for his belt and began to draw the leather strap back through its buckle. Once freed, my trembling fingers released the button of his trousers as Joshua yanked the belt from the loops and set it on the bed.
“We might need this later,” he smirked. His smoky green eyes studied my reaction like a hawk.
A ripple of delight slithered through my veins. The thought of taking his spankings made the submissive within stir to life. When he stroked one broad knuckle down my cheek, I closed my eyes and nuzzled my face against his finger, savoring the warmth of his touch.
“Release my cock and taste me, little one. I can’t hold back any longer. I plan on making this good for you, but I need to take the edge off first.”
Yes. Yes. God, I couldn’t wait to see, feel, and taste that glorious cock straining beneath his zipper.
As I reached for the metal clasp, Joshua wrapped his hand around my wrist. “Careful, girl. I go commando. I have the feeling I’m already wearing an imprint of my zipper, but the only teeth I want to feel on my cock are yours.”
I shook with a silent chuckle and nodded. Dipping my hand past the waistband of his trousers, I shielded his throbbing erection with my palm. Big was an understatement. Slowly easing the zipper down over my knuckles, he watched and smiled as he toed off his shoes.
“So protective and gentle… nice,” Joshua praised.
His cock sprang free and I sucked in a quivering breath as my heart skidded in a staccato of delight. Gazing at his long thickness, a glistening pearl of pre-come swelled on the broad crest, calling to all my carnal desires. As he kicked off his trousers, I stared at each glorious inch of his shaft. Although I had a semi-muted gag reflex, I knew I’d never be able to take all of him down my throat; he was too damn big.
Sliding from the bed, I settled onto my knees. I’d assumed the same posture a thousand times before, in a strictly vanilla context. This time, however, I couldn’t ignore the implications of my submissive posture. But once I opened my mouth and Joshua pressed past my lips, the taste of his salty essence quieted the disturbing undercurrents rippling within me. An absolute rightness encompassed me all the way to my core.
Fueled by his groans and hisses, I poured my heart into each bob of my head, yearning to bring him as much pleasure as possible. Sucking and licking his distended veins, I nibbled and gently scraped my teeth over his length before once again swallowing as much as I could manage. My pussy wept and my clit throbbed; even my nipples ached. I worshiped his cock as if it were the only one on the planet.
“Such a lovely sight you are down on your knees before me, Mellie, and your mouth is exactly as sinful as I suspected.”
His guttural praise echoed in my ears, and sent me soaring with the need to please. Reaching up, I cupped his balls and gently massaged them as I feasted on his cock.
Joshua let out a growl. Gripping a fist into my coiffured bun, he set a quick and rapid pace. Lunging in and out of my mouth, he tilted my head back, driving in deeper as I stared up into his erotic eyes. Lust and need chiseled his handsome face, and his lips pressed together in a tight line. He looked rugged, determined, and pleased... A heart-melting reflection of a Dom in control—not only of himself but of me, as well.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured.
Cinching another hand in my hair, he solidified his control—not only of himself, but of me as well—and began driving his cock to the back of my throat.
Stuffed full of his massive shaft, I swallowed, compressing my throat around the bulbous tip. Pulling back slightly, Joshua let out a feral roar as hot streams of come spurted over my tongue and exploded down my throat. Swallowing frantically, I greedily captured every drop.
After several long moments, he eased from my mouth. Lifting me off the floor, he sat me on the edge of the bed. Wrapping his broad hands around my calves, Joshua pressed me backward until my shoulders settled onto the mattress before kneeling alongside the bed. I couldn’t help but smile at the devilish glint in his eyes. I knew what he was preparing to do and my body fell lax in anticipation of his skillful mouth devouring my pussy.
Lifting the hem of my dress, Joshua paused to slide a hungry gaze over my flesh. The approval and adoration reflecting in his eyes made me tingle. I wasn’t accustomed to lovers bestowing such reverence. All the other men I’d been with were more focused on the deed. Not so with Joshua. Something about him was different from all the others, even my former Master. I didn’t know if it was the dizzying lust Joshua conjured, or his subtle command that unnerved me most. Pushing the questions from my mind, the only fear I wanted keeping me poised on the bed—flat on my back with my legs spread wide—was the fear of missing a single second of what he had in store for me.
“The scent of your cunt is mouthwatering, Mellie,” he murmured.
Hooking his fingers around the thin lace at my hips, he stared into my eyes as he eased the skimpy thong down my legs. Arching my hips to hurry his progress, Joshua chuckled and shook his head.
“It’s not funny, Joshua. Stop torturing me and lick my pussy.”
“Who said anything about licking your pussy, little one? Although I must admit, it smells quite delicious. And such a pretty shade of pink with it so wet and glistening. It’s hard to resist driving my tongue deep inside you to suck out all that hot, spicy nectar, little one.”
Lord, the man was going to make me come just by talking. Not only was his voice deep and erotic, his words painted lewd, panoramic pictures in my head. I could almost feel my cream spilling over his chin as he ate me to oblivion.
“Why are you torturing me like this?” I implored as I lifted my head from the mattress.
“This isn’t torture.” He smirked with a crooked grin. “But I could do that if you’d like me to. Tie you to my bed and make you suffer all night long. Is that what you need, little one?”
“No,” I cried on a breathy whisper. Liar.
“Then tell me what you need, Mellie,” he murmured as he brushed his lips along the inside of my thighs.
“Your mouth on my cunt,” I hissed.
“Cunt, is it? Hrmm, such a vulgar word from a classy woman.”
“I’m not a lady in bed, Joshua. If you can’t handle that—”
“Good. I want a lady on my arm, but a nasty, dirty girl when I take her to my bed. No inhibitions allowed.”
“Then lick my cunt, and fuck me hard. I’ll be as filthy as you want… just as long as I get to come.”
“Oh, you’ll come all right, gorgeous. You’ll come on my tongue until I decide it’s time for you to come all over my cock.”
“Then stop talking and lick me,” I ordered.
Joshua threw his head back and laughed. “Mellie, Mellie. I don’t want a bossy girl. I want an open minded and immodest one. You told me to take the lead, and I fully intend to. But you don’t get to take back the reins. You’ve handed them over to me. And now they’re mine! That’s exactly how you like it, no matter how you try and deny it. That makes you mine, little one. Mine to do all the things I ache to do to your sweet little body.”
Just when I thought I couldn’t get any hotter, Joshua’s words cranked up the heat, enveloping me in a new and blistering inferno.
“Lay back for me, Mellie. Close your eyes and let me have a taste of that sweet submissive you’re hiding inside.”
“But I’m not a submissss… Ohhhhhh. Goddddd. Yessss… Joshua.”
Before I could finish my sentence, he fastened his mouth over my pussy and sucked. Licking and stabbing with his tongue, he devoured me with a mind-blowing skill I’d never experienced. My release swelled in a flash of white-hot lightning, sizzling through my veins and frying the synapses in my brain. His lips, tongue, and teeth seared me from the inside out and when he concentrated his talents on my clit, I bucked and whimpered, wanting to both quench the fire and prolong the bliss. Sucking the throbbing nub between his lips, he slid two long fingers deep inside me. Writhing and panting, I arched my hips from the bed when his wiggling digits found my hidden bundle of nerves. Burnishing his fingers against my sweet spot, he scraped his teeth over my distended clit, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. Teetering precariously on the edge, I ground my pussy against his face and fingers.
“Joshua. Pleaseee,” I screamed.
“What a good girl, asking so nicely,” he murmured against my cunt. “Give it to me, Mellie. I want it all, and I want it now.”
Demand and euphoria coalesced into an arc of static fire, vibrating from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Joshua squeezed another finger inside my clutching cunt as he lapped at my clit. I threw back my head and screamed as the crushing orgasm splintered through me like an atom bomb. Powerful contractions seized his fingers within my tunnel as I exploded in a stormy fire of ecstasy.
Joshua rode the torrent with me, gliding his fingers through my quivering tissue while circling my hyper-sensitized nub with his tongue. Even as rapture receded, he didn’t stop stroking my core or lapping my nectar. A consummate lover, like no other, Joshua took his time as he eased me down with subtle caresses and tender praises.
My body still hummed in a blissful languid heat when Joshua rose to his feet and extended his hand. Helping me from the bed, he wrapped me in his arms, keeping me steady and safe. Leaning in, he kissed me, stroking his lips over mine as if he’d known them forever. Sweeping his hands—the capable hands of a master sculptor—over my shoulders, he sent the red designer dress I wore to puddle at my feet. Languid and thorough, he made me feel as if I were a masterpiece he sought to mold. In one fluid movement, he unfastened my bra and tossed it to the floor while the intoxicating scent of his flesh made my head swim. Raking his tongue down the column of my neck, I trembled in anticipation of what erotic magic he had in store for me.