Chapter 9
Alexsey
No woman had driven me to such a point in a very long time.
If ever.
While I’d planned on playing something for her on the piano, the choice had been made at the last minute.
I had no idea why, but seeing her reaction had snapped something deep within me.
A tether I’d had on both my emotions and desires.
All I could think about was consuming every inch of her luscious body.
Halle didn’t try to resist when I rubbed my hands up her sides to the material hugging her shoulders.
Very gently, I eased the dress away, pulling her forward to allow gravity to take it to the floor.
Now seeing her in a vibrant purple lacy bra and thong was enough to destroy what control I thought would be easy around her.
Nothing with her was easy. Not one thing.
She issued a slight moan and everything else but tasting her was tossed aside. The woman was bold, even irritating, but I’d loved every minute of bantering with her.
Now I owned her.
Flat out.
There was no turning back.
Her eyes moved from mine to my mouth. She dragged her tongue across her bottom lip and I’d realized she did so when she was nervous.
Figuring that out only made me want to unravel her that much more.
I’d never been this turned on.
My cock was aching.
My balls were so tight I found it difficult to breathe.
I rubbed my hands on the insides of her thighs and she involuntarily opened her legs even wider. I pressed a few heated, wet kisses against her stomach while driving one hand between her legs.
Her soft, ragged moan was a sweet reward.
She raked her fingers through my hair, smiling as she did. I adored the way her breasts rose and fell every time she took a breath.
I fingered the elastic of her thong while rubbing the flat of my other hand back and forth across her pussy. The scent of her desire wafted between us and she bit her bottom lip as she peered down at me.
There was no doubt what she was thinking or feeling, her hunger as evident as mine.
When I pressed my thumb against her clit through the material, she tugged on my hair. The way she was tangling her fingers was a powerful aphrodisiac and the dominant side of me rushed to the surface.
I yanked her panties aside so I could rub my thumb around her already swollen bud.
She was so wet, juice slickening her skin.
I licked my lips in appreciation, enjoying every moment of the crazed expression on her face.
The way her body vibrated to the intimate touch kept my cock fully aroused.
She even tossed her head from side to side, pressing her hand against her mouth as if trying to mask a moan.
The evil man inside of me wanted her to scream out my name.
That would come with time.
She was taking shallow breaths, her eyes glassy.
Just seeing her hunger exposed and her nipples poking through the thin lace of her bra kept a smile on my face.
I slowly peeled her thong down her hips.
She placed her elbows on the piano, arching her back.
Now her eyelashes skimmed across the shimmer of her cheeks.
She was perfect in every way.
I carefully eased the material from her feet, tossing it aside and stood, using my foot to push the piano bench further away. When I did, she opened her eyes. Her chest continued to rise and fall, her eyes pinned on me when I reached around to the clasp of her bra.
A short laugh escaped her mouth when I managed to unfasten it quickly. She slid one strap down then the other, licking her bottom lip to tease the hell out of me.
It was driving me crazy, so much so if I didn’t free my dick soon, the pain would become unbearable.
I held her bra out to the side, issuing a slight growl before dropping it away. Now she stood completely naked in front of me and I simply remained still for a few seconds, basking in her beauty.
I cupped both breasts, squeezing while the smile on her face turned lurid. I could almost read her lewd thoughts and had been able to tell what she’d been thinking all through dinner.
Even though she’d tried to hide her thoughts and emotions from me.
Using just my thumbs, I swept them back and forth across her nipples. They were already tight little pebbles and I could instantly tell they were sensitive to my touch. They were the perfect shade of rose; I couldn’t help myself and indulged by pulling one into my mouth.
Why was it that every taste from her lips to her skin was sweet while the vixen inside was anything but? Another throb of my cock reminded me I was aching to be inside of her.
But I remained somewhat indulgent, rolling my lips to her other breast, sucking for a few precious seconds. As soon as I pulled back, I pinched her taut bud.
“Ouch.” Her voice was gravelly. She blinked several times and I couldn’t help but notice the corners of her mouth were upturned.
At that moment I reminded myself that she was a bad girl and I had made her a promise.
So I turned her around to face the piano and she tossed her head over her shoulder, laughing nervously.
“What are you doing?”
“What I promised you. I’m punishing you for running into a fire to save a man you didn’t even know.”
“I know him now,” she cooed.
I laughed and unfastened my belt. “No, sunshine. You don’t. Not even a little.”
She gripped the edge of the piano, staring at me incredulously.
But she wasn’t saying no.
In fact, the look in her eyes provided proof that I’d been right about her wants. Her needs. Only she’d yet to allow herself to enjoy embracing what she’d always wanted to be exposed to.
Domination.
I was electrified as I tugged the leather strap free, taking several steps away, curious as to if she’d try to stop me from proceeding.
Other than glancing toward the kitchen door, she didn’t move. Seconds later the tempting vixen spread her legs open, arching her back.
Her pretty pink pussy lips were fully exposed and it was almost impossible to take my eyes off the glisten on her thighs.
But I did.
I took my time folding the belt, even smiling from the excitement. It had been a long time since I’d enjoying controlling a woman and her needs. Including discipline. She was special. She was exactly what I’d been craving, but had determined I would be unable to find.
When I rubbed the belt down her spine, she shuddered audibly. The moment was electric.
I rolled the edge between her legs, savoring every sound she made. But my hunger was getting to the uncontrollable point. I’d need to fuck her soon or face more agony.
As soon as I cracked the belt across her bottom, she tossed her head back. Now she was staring out the window toward the Vegas strip, and I could tell she was trying to convince herself this wasn’t a good idea.
The naughty side of her was winning.
I brought the belt down twice more, waiting as her entire body tensed, her breathing becoming labored.
Yet she didn’t try to stop me.
With a hard snap of my wrist that forced a tiny moan from her voluptuous lips, I gave her four more. Now my breathing was ragged as a rush of adrenaline kicked in.
I rubbed the tips of my fingers from one side of her buttocks to the other. Her skin was hot to the touch. With another crack of the belt, she pushed up from the piano, holding herself aloft as if accepting the harsh punishment.
My patience was wearing thin. I brought the strap across her upper thighs and almost instantly my nostrils were filled with another burst of her raging desire.
After taking a deep breath, I slipped my huge hand between her legs, cupping her mound. Dear fucking God, she was wet. Instantly my fingers were slickened. Just rubbing my hand up and down a few times had my palm soaking wet. And the scent was divine, musky yet sweet.
I couldn’t wait to drive my tongue deep into her tight channel.
“You can stop now,” she whispered.
“Have you learned your lesson?” I rolled my finger around her clit several times before pinching the tender tissue.
She moaned in response, closing her eyes instantly. “I’ll never go into a burning building to save you again.”
“Good to know, but I don’t believe you.” As soon as I pulled my hand free, she jutted her hips backward. “And I’ll decide when your spanking is finished.” This time when I smacked the strap against her skin, she kicked up one leg, growling at me as if that would be encouragement to stop.
It wasn’t.
I delivered three more just for good measure, mostly because my body was primed with tension.
Her gasps were music to my ears. Caressing her skin brought another wave of heat tickling my senses.
After I turned her around, she pressed her hands against my chest. Just the way she kneaded my skin was exciting.
She had a way of making me feel more alive than I’d experienced in one hell of a long time.
I lifted her onto the top of the piano, gently lifting her legs.
Her lips were pursed.
Her breathing skipping beats.
And she remained glassy eyed, which I found particularly hot.
As I bent her knees, opening her legs and easing them to the piano’s surface, she laid down. Just watching how she carefully stretched her arms out was delightful. She carefully avoided the champagne, laughing softly to herself as if at some private joke.
I yanked the piano bench closer, sitting down quickly. I was finished with waiting, my hunger off the charts.
So I didn’t hesitate, lowering my head and immediately pressing my lips against her wetness.
“Oh, fuck me.” She jerked up by a few inches, her entire body stiffening.
“Relax, little sunshine.” I couldn’t help making a shushing sound.
“Around you it’s impossible.”
“Then just do as I tell you.” I swirled my tongue around her clit. Yes, the taste of her was sweet with a hint of tang. Just like cherries.
“As in obey you?”
“Yes, at all times.”
Her laugh was subtle and she lolled her head to the side. “I don’t obey anyone.”
“We’ll see about that.” After blowing across her wetness, I buried my face into her pussy, immediately driving my tongue past her swollen folds. I brushed my fingers along the crease of her bottom and she immediately stiffened.
The draw to her was powerful, leaving me aching all over from the tension in my muscles. She gasped when I thrust a single finger beside my tongue. Jesus, she was so tight.
I added a second and third finger, taking my time pumping deep inside. The way she moved, constantly arching her back and every sound she made helped me realize she didn’t want me to be gentle with her.
Good, because I had no intentions of doing so.
Just sucking on her clit was enough to drive me crazy. I continued thrusting deep inside her tight snatch, loving every minute of her sweet juice trickling into my mouth.
Every inch of her skin was covered in goosebumps, highlighted by the tiny LED lights in the high ceiling in the room. The illumination of her beautiful body was spectacular, every inch of her shining.
How could a woman be such a pain in my ass, yet so enticing at the same time?
Panting, I could tell she was close to climaxing. I added a fourth finger, flexing them open as I continued sucking on her clit. Her body started to shake and my actions became rougher.
God, the taste of her was all consuming.
I kept my eyes pinned on her, growling while I feasted as if I were some king. Her juice slipped down the back of my throat and I couldn’t seem to get enough.
Her mouth opened, a sweet and perfect O reflecting the moment.
Her voice was a whisper. “Fuck me. Oh, yes. Yes.”
As her body began to convulse, I basked in the moment as she allowed herself to fall into pure ecstasy, her moans louder than before.
Refusing to let go, I ate her until she was tossing her head from side to side.
“Hot. So fucking hot,” she muttered.
I pressed kisses on one inner thigh then the other. “Oh, yeah, baby?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You need me to cool you off?”
“Yes.” The single word was whispered followed by a subtle, sultry laugh.
As soon as I eyed the glass of champagne, a wicked thought rolled into my mind. “Then I’ll help you cool off.”
Grabbing the full flute, I threw her a grin just before pouring the bubbling liquid around her belly button and the length of her hot. Wet. Pussy.