Chapter 4 #2
The pulse of desire and dominance rippled through her, heightening her senses. She could taste his lust, hear his need, not only for sex, but also for her control. The challenge of trying to obey her added to his arousal.
“I’m all yours, Mistress.” His answer held determination—and his anticipation was like a dollop of whipped cream in her chocolate.
He’d experienced some of what she might do, and he wanted more.
She considered blindfolding him, but she really did appreciate the way he focused on her. Her eyes, her mouth, her muscles. Every jiggle of her breasts was noted.
Her nipples ached with anticipation.
Why not? She straddled him with a quick movement, avoiding his cock, and settling her ass on his stomach.
Bending, she took his lips. Firm and enthusiastic.
She controlled the kiss, taking what she wanted, and when she sat back, he let out a faint groan.
Until she positioned herself to give him a nipple.
He’d been good until then, but now one hand gripped her ass, the other behind her back, pulling her down so he could suckle and lick vigorously. His mouth was hot, his lips soft, his tongue like a lash. Desire spiraled up her center until he could undoubtedly feel her dampness on his belly.
The second she pulled against his hold, he released her. And looked up so hopefully that she gave him her other breast.
“Mmm. You’re good at that, Benjamin.” Each suck of his mouth zinged straight to her clit. She found his flat male nipples, circled them with a fingertip until they jutted out, then pinched them cruelly enough his body went rigid beneath her.
Her body trembled in response. She needed…needed to move, to take him. Maintaining her control was more difficult than anything she’d ever felt before.
His tanned face was darkened with lust when she sat back to study him. She’d never met anyone more…unreservedly masculine, all steely planes and craggy features and solidly packed muscles. She ran a finger down his large nose, feeling the bump where it’d been broken in the past.
“Please. Mistress. I’d like to taste more.” His gaze slid down her torso. “More.”
So well said. She did appreciate a man who could be frank without being coarse. And he’d sent need churning in her veins with just a look and a few words.
“In a bit.” He deserved a little attention for himself…and, God, she wanted to explore all those muscles for herself.
After releasing his hair, she slowly kissed his scarred cheek, moving down.
His jaw and neck held the light tang of sweat.
A night’s worth of beard stubble rasped over her tongue, making her anticipate feeling that scratch elsewhere.
Over his wide chest, his springy hair was the same tawny color as his hair.
The way his thick pectorals were rock hard made her stomach flutter in a primal reaction.
As she tongued and nipped his flat nipples, she twisted and gripped his cock, enjoying the jerk and surge.
The man openly liked everything she did, and his enjoyment added to her restless hunger.
When her breasts dragged across his chest, his hips rose under her, adding another layer of anticipation.
She used her legs to push his apart and settled between his knees. The coarse hair of his thighs rubbed against her hips as if to emphasize the differences between them, to make her feel more silkily female.
A man’s smoothly waxed skin was nice. Somehow, she’d forgotten the textural pleasures of a more natural look.
When she bit his lean belly, he inhaled sharply, and his erection pulsed. She soothed the spot with her tongue, licked the soft crease at the top of his thigh, and felt him quiver with his restraint.
Everything she did to him made him hotter—and did the same to her, like a tide coming in, rising higher with every set of waves. And yet, controlling him, the way he followed her directions, was a roaring storm of pleasure putting the whitecaps on the breakers, lashing her with need.
The head of his cock was velvet, the shaft was satin, and the tortuous veins bulged with blood. He had a lovely musky scent—totally intoxicating.
As she moved down and nipped his thigh, she could feel his struggle to not release. In fact, if she administered sharp pain right now, he’d come whether he wanted to or not. So tempting. She really, really fancied seeing him come again.
But she shouldn’t short herself this time. She had needs…and he’d expressed a desire to taste.
Wasn’t he lucky that she felt like granting his wish?
“All right, Benjamin. Let’s see how well you use that mouth and tongue.”
His brown eyes lit with anticipation, turning golden in the bright sunlight from the window. “Thank you, Jesus.”
“I prefer Goddess,” she said primly. Her whole body was humming with its own eagerness as she moved off him and onto her back.
His laugh was a guttural rumble, and he was over her before she could blink. So gorgeously virile, he simmered with heat.
As his powerful hands closed on her thighs, he paused. “I thought Dommes always sat on their guys’ faces.”
She rolled her eyes. “Sitting takes effort; I’ve been up all night.” She waved her fingers. “You work. I rest.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” His grip on her legs clamped down as if he feared she’d escape.
Would this giant of a man require instruction in the fine art of—?
His tongue touched her clit ever so delicately.
No instruction needed.
He maneuvered his way lower between her legs, opened her carefully, and ran his tongue over her clit, around, under, over. Teasing. Gradually increasing the force. Reading her body as sweetly as any slave she’d ever had.
Her pussy throbbed, demanding attention, sending needy demands. There were occasionally times she liked being teased; this wasn’t one of them. She fisted his hair. “Go for it, Benjamin. Mouth only—but get me off in the next ten minutes or you get sent home.”
Excellent threat. His hands clenched hard enough to bruise, and then he went to work, teasing her clit, around the hood, the sides, the top.
Amazing. Her breathing slipped out of her control at the full, hot sensation as her pussy engorged with blood, as pressure coiled in her depths.
He took her clit in his mouth, engulfing it in heat and wet, and her need grew. Her fingers in his hair pulled him forcefully against her—and he laughed.
She tugged again, more painfully.
His only reaction was to fit his lips around her more tightly—and then he sucked. Relentless, pulsing sucks. Stopped to flicker his tongue over her before sucking again.
Her muscles went taut under his hand as the coil in her core tightened, as her hips tried to lift, and then he flattened his tongue, rubbing determinedly right on the top.
The wildfire battering her senses roared out of control, whipped by the winds of need. Her hips bucked against his hold as the pressure grew, grew, grew…and detonated. Searing sensation scorched across her nerves, flaming outward in pulsing streams of pleasure.
Past the bruising hammering of her heart, she could feel his hands gliding up and down her thighs.
Eventually, she opened her eyes, saw his grin, and…
the softness in his eyes. Her pulse skipped.
She could barely control her voice—and all she could think about was the overwhelming desire to have him inside her. “Benjamin. You’re amazing.”
He didn’t answer for a second, just stared at her. “Did you know you’re abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous when you come?”
Her heart warmed. Oh yes, she really, really wanted him. “Muss me up, then, Benjamin.”
The flare of heat in his gaze could have seared the planet.
She yanked his hair, the implacable demand clawing at her required action. “Move, subbie. Now.”
“Fuck, yes, Ma’am.” He was over her in an instant and thrust in, powerful and fast.
Holy fucking Jes—Goddess. The top of Ben’s head almost shot off. Anne was hot and slick—and tight enough to make him almost come on entry. With a rigid grip on his control, he managed to stop before full penetration to let her adjust to his size.
Some women couldn’t ever take him to the hilt.
But Anne? Face still flushed from her climax, she was smiling with pleasure. At his lack of movement, she opened her eyes and the heat in them burned his skin. “Guard dog, did you stop for a reason? Now, now, now.”
She sure didn’t need to tell him twice.
As he pressed in, his hands dug into her hips as he struggled for control. Jesus, she felt good. With a groan, he tried to slow, fought to keep from hurting her. He felt the resistance as her cunt stretched around him, and then he was… “Fuck!”
He pulled out, appalled at himself. “Need protection, Ma’am.”
Her eyes widened, and her expression held the same shock as his.
“I fucked up.” Tensely, he waited for her to rake him over the coals. Deservedly, too. It was a man’s job to protect the woman. Always.
“Well, I haven’t forgotten that essential since I was in college.” She met his eyes. “I’m sorry—and I can see you are as well. We both messed up.” She rubbed his shoulder. “I’m on birth control pills.”
Per Shadowlands requirements, she’d also be tested routinely for STDs. He offered his own reassurance. “I get tested right along with the members. I’m clean.”
“Good enough.” With a wave of her hand, she indicated the left. “Bedside drawer.”
That was it? No yelling? Both of them were slaphappy with lack of sleep, but he should be thumped for screwing up. Only…he had to appreciate her calmness and how she’d shouldered part of the blame herself. She was as classy down deep as she was on the surface.
Reaching over, he yanked the bedside table drawer out, finding condoms as well as toys that—if he hadn’t thought she’d hurt him—he’d have explored further. Instead, he grabbed a packet, ripped it open, and covered himself. “Let’s try this again.”