Chapter 16
T hey got to London and checked into their hotel. Pausing to freshen up in the bathroom, Emilie was surprised to see Chains on the bed naked when she came out. She raised her eyebrows, using a joke to hide how much she wanted him. “Trying to tell me something ?”
He smiled. “We’ve been officially dating for four days and I’ve yet to get any. If this is how it works in a relationship, we’ll need to go back to the way things were before we made it official .”
She laughed. “I’m sorry! I’ve fallen asleep on you every night !”
“Well, yeah, and the plumbing situation .”
She kicked off her sandals and slid the summer dress she wore over her head, letting it fall to the ground in a heap at her feet. Standing there in nothing but a white lace thong, she paused and stood still, letting him look her over .
“Lovely,” he said with appreciation. “Now how about you crawl over here and let me touch that gorgeous body .”
“How about you come over here and get me?” she taunted .
He cocked his head. “You do realize with both of us being dominant, someone is going to have to submit at some point .”
She laughed. “I thought you wanted us to be equals ?”
“I do.” He sat up and held out his hand. “How about we make a deal ?”
“Okay.” She took his hand and let him pull her forward .
“Who was dominant when you were with Viggo ?”
“Him, I suppose, but it wasn’t like that . His kink had more to do with his attraction to both sexes—so threesomes, sometimes more, although he didn’t take it to that level when he was with me. And his large size made it ridiculous for me to dominate him, although I could have, obviously. You know submission has more to do with the mental and emotional than the physical.” She frowned. “Honestly, I didn’t think about that stuff with Viggo. I’m a pain slut, no doubt about it, but I’m not sure how much that will change now that I no longer feel the need to be punished for something specific. I think it will be much less intense, but it will also depend on how comfortable you are with that kind of thing .”
“Are you interested in a 24/7 BDSM lifestyle?” he asked carefully .
She shook her head. “No! For me it’s always been about the temporary high I get from participating, whether it’s dominating someone else or submitting myself for punishment—but I’m too much of a dominant to submit for any length of time outside the bedroom and the thought of being responsible for someone’s every need is overwhelming to me. I’ve known a lot of people who do live that way, and while it’s very satisfying to them, it’s simply not for me.” She looked at him. “ You ?”
He shook his head. “No, but I won’t lie—I like a woman to be submissive in bed. I like bondage, spanking, the lot of it, but not outside the bedroom. And obviously, not all the time. I think the other night proved both of us are okay with a little vanilla sex .”
She dipped her head. “That’s the only time I’ve ever had an orgasm that way. Other than oral sex, the only times I’ve had orgasms were when I was being punished—spanking and the like .”
“So holding the power didn’t get you off ?”
She shook her head. “I would get excited from being in control, but when I gave them whatever they were looking for, my release would come from oral sex, and I didn’t allow many of my subs to do that. It’s…intimate.” She felt her cheeks grow warm and couldn’t understand why talking about sex with him suddenly embarrassed her; she’d never been embarrassed about the subject before .
“Is it intimate?” He leaned closer, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her against his chest .
“Yes.” Her eyes found his .
“So when I lick your pussy are you going to blush ?”
She flushed but shook her head. “No—but I’m probably going to scream your name repeatedly .”
“Which name?” he asked in a husky voice, devouring her with his eyes .
“Darryl.” She closed her eyes as he leaned into her and gripped her lips with his. His kisses lit a flame in her that burned straight to her core; she couldn’t get enough even though she knew in the end she’d almost definitely get burned. He’d given her a new lease on life. In return, she would give him everything she had until he no longer wanted it; right now, he seemed to want all of her .
E verything he’d done the first time he’d made love to her had been meant to give her what she needed; today he would take what he wanted. He speared her tongue with his, sucking it deep and demanding a response. She gave it to him with the enthusiasm he’d been hoping for but hadn’t thought he’d get; damn, she was full of surprises. So hard on herself, but so giving to others, and she really gave herself to him when they touched. He’d find out just how much she had to give because tonight he planned to be a bit more selfish than he’d been last time. Except with Emilie, selfish didn’t seem to be necessary; she instinctively knew what he wanted and was already giving it to him .
Her body moved against his in perfect rhythm to the way he was pillaging her mouth—it was like nothing he’d ever experienced with a woman. There was something innocent about her that made him hold back, both the other night and the last few days when he’d wanted her desperately but sensed he shouldn’t push it. It wasn’t because she was pregnant; he was well aware he couldn’t hurt her or the baby this early in the pregnancy unless he had a disease or did something generally dangerous. He’d made sure to look up any safety precautions needed for sex during pregnancy and he was glad there really weren’t any for a healthy one .
Unable to think with her tongue in his mouth and her luscious breasts pressed against his bare chest, he flipped her onto her back. The weight of his body pressed her down into the mattress and he felt her sigh with appreciation. He needed to slow down, to let things build more gradually, and she would allow it. Emilie was an anomaly because despite being naturally dominant, she fell into the role of submissive easily. The idea she could do both was delightful, and he hoped to experience all of it soon. Reluctantly pulling his lips from hers, he stroked her hair back away from her face .
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “And I want to see how gorgeous you are when you come .”
She frowned slightly, though a smile played on her lips. “You’ve already seen me come .”
“I heard and felt you come,” he chuckled. “But I was too busy gettin’ off myself to really watch you, and this time I want to. Will you follow commands for my pleasure ?”
“Of course.” She moved back slightly, looking up into his handsome face. This was a game she loved to play when she was involved with someone, and doing it with Chains would undoubtedly be magnificent .
“Take off your panties…slowly.” He rolled onto his back, hands behind his head, watching her with hooded eyes. “And then hand them to me .”
She nodded, lifting to her knees on the mattress next to him and using her pointer fingers to slide down the white thong she wore. She took her time, moving slowly, her eyes never leaving his. When the tiny scrap of fabric finally landed around her knees, she lifted first one leg and then the other to pull them free. With a sultry smile, she put them against her face and breathed in. The scent of her own arousal was heady and her eyes grew shuttered as she pulled it away and proffered them to him .
Watching her sniff her panties brought his cock to attention so fast Chains had to reach down and stroke it a few times to relieve the tension. When she held out her panties, he took them and did exactly what she’d done: held them to his face and breathed in deeply. Damn, he loved the smell of a woman’s sex. He turned to meet her gaze and said, “Now lie on your back, open your legs and use your fingers to arouse yourself .”
She lay at an angle, lifting her knees and spreading her thighs so he had an unobstructed view of her already glistening channel. She was wet, so turned on by his voice and these two commands, she was afraid she would come before he had a chance to touch her. That was probably his intention, but she vividly remembered the way she’d come undone with just his cock inside of her; it was the only time it had ever happened that way and she wanted to experience it again. He was forcing her to be patient, though, so she brought the second and third fingers of her right hand to her clitoris instead. She began to stroke it with a smooth, circular motion, using her natural wetness to keep her lubricated. She took her time, hoping to delay the inevitable orgasm, but she was too worked up after four days of him not touching her .
His eyes filled with sheer lust as he watched, and combined with the fact he’d told her to pleasure herself brought her over the edge far too soon. She cried out, her hips jerking as she came, her juices coating her fingers .
“Now put them in your mouth .”
Chains’ gruff command startled her but she slowly put her fingers between her lips .
“Suck them and tell me what you taste like .”
“Sex,” she whispered, letting him see her tongue slide up and around the two fingers that had just been between her legs. “And apples .”
“Apples?” He smiled faintly .
“It’s my favorite flavor,” she murmured, “and when I taste myself, or a man’s cum, I enjoy it so much it reminds me of apples .”
“My favorite flavor is cinnamon,” he murmured, sitting up and leaning over to run a finger through the wetness pooling at her swollen entrance. “Does your pussy taste like cinnamon, Emilie ?”
She sighed as he slid his finger into her and then pulled it out, waiting for her answer .
“I don’t know,” she whispered. “If you want it to, it probably will .”
“Mmm,” he murmured. “I like that theory.” He turned onto his stomach and moved between her parted thighs. So sweet and pink and already practically quivering with need again. She’d been so beautiful when she came, and this time he’d been able to watch every nuance of her face. Her head had fallen back, mouth opened slightly, and a pink tinge covered her skin as she’d bucked against her own hand. This time, she would buck against his mouth. He nipped at the tender skin of her thigh and licked a trail down to where her legs came together. Instead of sliding his tongue into her the way he wanted to, he moved to the other thigh, using his lips and hands until he felt her starting to tremble .
Her pussy grew more and more sensitive as he teased her, kissing everywhere except where she needed it most. He licked the tender skin on either side of her clit and then switched to a swirling motion, moving around the hard little nub but never quite touching it. He repeated the process over and over, making sure she was always on the edge of release but not allowing her to reach it. When she got to a point where she was whimpering in frustration, practically humping his face, he held her firmly by the hips and slowly pushed his tongue into her. She let out a cry, her fingers digging into the sheets as she endured so much incredible torture .
“Not yet,” he teased, nudging her thighs even further apart with his broad shoulders and feasting on her succulent lips and folds. He was definitely in pussy heaven with Emilie; she was made for oral sex. Every part of her was pink and soft and so very sensitive; he could do this for days .
“Chains…”
“Darryl,” he corrected softly. “When you’re with me like this, it’s Darryl .”
“Darryl, please…” She was beyond ready to go again and when he slowly trailed his tongue along the crease of her thigh, she moaned in frustration .
“You actually do taste like cinnamon,” he murmured, “and I can’t seem to get enough.” He put a finger inside of her as he began circling her clit again and waited until he could feel her squeezing him with need. She would come hard now, she was so prepped and ready; plunging two fingers into her, he flattened his tongue on top of her clit and smiled to himself as she shrieked and exploded around his face. Her cries filled the room until she was reduced to tiny little aftershocks that made her shudder again and again .
“I don’t taste like cinnamon,” she whispered, a small laugh escaping her .
“Then you don’t taste like apples either,” he grinned, hauling her on top of him so her chin rested on his chest and her startling blue eyes met his. They were heavy with lust now but still as gorgeous as ever, and he brought his hands up on either side of her face so he could hold her head in the exact position he wanted it. Just as she was right now, her naked body entwined with his, she seemed to be looking straight into his soul and it was as terrifying as it was enchanting .
“What shall we do next?” she asked, an impish smile on her lips .
“ We aren’t doing anything,” he chuckled. “ You are simply going to lie there and let me explore every inch of your body and see how many ways I can make you come. When I decide you’ve had enough, which may not be for two or three days, we’re going to see about having dinner somewhere .”
“All right.” She relaxed into his warmth. “Let me know when you want to start .”