Chapter 20
Vulcan
I’m completely consumed by the overwhelming sensation of Karina’s body, my mind a haze of pure, unadulterated pleasure as I lose myself between her thighs. Thighs that are trembling against my cheeks as I worship her with my tongue, savoring every drop. God, I could lie here for hours.
My beard is soaked with her arousal. Hell, I think my entire face is covered in her arousal. We’ve both learned one thing about her tonight: she’s a squirter, and I fucking love it.
Karina’s fingers tangle in my hair, her grip tightening as she gasps, “Vulcan… oh God, yes.” Her hips rock against my face, seeking the release she knows I can give her.
“You taste so good, baby,” I murmur against her skin. “I can’t get enough of you. I could eat you all day and night.”
She whimpers in response, and I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that I’m sure makes her see stars.
“Please don’t stop,” Karina pants.
As if I would ever deny her. Not when I can feel how close she is, her inner muscles fluttering around my fingers. I suck her clit between my lips, flicking it with my tongue as I pump faster.
Karina cries out, her back arching off the bed as she comes undone. I ease her through it, my touch gentle as I coax her down from the peak of pleasure. When she tugs at my hair, I lift my head to meet her gaze, my lips glistening.
“Come here.” She pulls me up for a kiss and our tongues tangle together, a dance as old as time itself. I can feel her heart racing against mine, our bodies slick with sweat.
I reach down to stroke her clit, feeling it swell beneath my fingers. I slide two fingers inside her again, relishing the way she clenches around me.
“Again?” She shudders, breaking the kiss.
“Again,” I confirm. “I love the way you feel.”
She moans as I move my fingers inside her. I watch her face, mesmerized by the way her lips part and her eyes flutter closed in pleasure. She’s so beautiful like this, completely open and vulnerable, trusting me with her body.
“Look at me.” I curl my fingers, hitting her sweet spot. Her eyes snap open, locking onto mine with a fiery passion that takes my breath away. “That’s it. I want to see you.”
I increase the pace of my fingers, using my thumb to circle her clit. Karina bucks against my hand, chasing her release. I can feel her getting close again. Fuck, I love how responsive she is to my touch.
With a cry that fills the room, she comes apart, her body shuddering beneath mine. I slow my movements, drawing out her pleasure. When she finally relaxes, I gently withdraw my fingers and bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean as she watches with heavy-lidded eyes.
“You’re incredible.” I press a kiss to her lips. “Are you tired?” I kiss her forehead.
“No. Why?”
“I’m ready to christen this entire penthouse,” I answer, rising from the bed.
Her eyes widen and she bites her lip, considering my proposition. I can see the wheels turning in her mind, weighing exhaustion against desire. Now that I’ve tasted her, I want more. I need more.
“The whole penthouse, huh? That’s quite ambitious, Captain,” she says, but gets out of bed, slipping her hand into mine. “Where should we start?”
I pretend to consider for a moment, though I already know exactly where I want to take her next. “How about the kitchen? I’ve been dying to see you spread out on that island.”
Karina’s cheeks flush, but she nods eagerly. “After you.”
As I lead her down the hallway, the cool air lifting goose bumps on my skin, we pass the living room and an idea strikes me.
“Actually,” I say, tugging her toward the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, “I think I want to start here.”
Karina’s eyes widen as she realizes my intention. “But people might see…”
I press her up to the glass, my body flush against her back.
“Let them,” I murmur in her ear. “Let them all see how beautiful you are when you shatter for me.” We both know there’s no way anyone could actually see; we’re forty floors up after all, but the way her breath catches tells me she likes the fantasy.
I trail kisses down her neck as my hands roam her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. Karina gasps, arching into my touch. Her breath fogs the glass as she presses her forehead against it.
“You’re so sexy.” I slide one hand down her stomach and between her legs. She’s already dripping wet again, eager for more. I circle her clit as my other hand continues to caress her breasts.
Karina moans, pushing back against me. The heat of her body seeps into me, her thighs quaking as she searches for more friction. I press myself against her, letting her feel how hard I am.
“Please,” she whimpers, her fingers trying to grip the glass.
I smile against her shoulder, nipping lightly. “Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me.” She turns her head to capture my lips in a searing kiss.
I don’t make her wait any longer. With one smooth motion, I enter her, our groans audible in the otherwise quiet space. I start to move, setting a pace that has her gasping and clutching at the window for support.
The city lights twinkle below us, a sea of stars at our feet.
Downtown Manhattan looks amazing at night, and I can even make out the tops of the trees at Central Park.
But not even that can compare to the sight of Karina, flushed and beautiful, reflected in the glass.
I watch her face contort with pleasure, her eyes fluttering closed as she loses herself in the sensation.
“Open your eyes,” I command softly. “Look at how gorgeous you are.”
She obeys, her gaze meeting mine in the reflection. I increase my pace, my fingers finding her clit again. Karina cries out, her body tense as she approaches her climax. I’m right there with her, teetering on the brink.
“Come for me, Karina,” I whisper in her ear. “Let the whole city hear how good I make you feel.”
She moans loudly, her body clenching around me. The sight and feel of her orgasm trigger my own, and I follow her over the edge, burying my face in her neck to muffle my groans. Shit. If she wasn’t on birth control, she would be pregnant by the end of the night. I’m not letting a drop go to waste.
We stand there for a moment, panting and trembling, before I gently turn her in my arms. I kiss her deeply, pouring all my emotions into it.
“One room down.” I place a kiss on her forehead. “Ready for the kitchen?”
She looks off to the side, and I follow her gaze. It’s her work bag. Karina looks back at me, her cheeks flushed.
“Actually,” she hedges.
Shit, does she to want to stop? I loosen my hold immediately, ready to let her take the lead.
“I have some things I want to use.”
“You want to role-play?” I glance back at her work bag. “I’m not opposed, but—”
“No, I have something.” She steps out of my arms and walks over to her bag.
My cock goes hard again as I take in her naked, moonlit body.
She squats, digs in her bag, and then stands up.
Slowly she turns around and— fuck me. She has handcuffs in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. “I want you to use these on me.”
“Are you sure?”
She nods. I would never have thought in a million years that she had this side to her. I don’t even know where to begin wondering what she’s doing carrying those things around. But then again, she did ask me to fuck her like I hated her, and who am I to kink-shame?
“Question, Karina,” I start. “Have you ever been dominated before?”
She bites her lip. “No. But I’ve… I’ve thought about it. A lot. Especially with you.”
My cock twitches at her confession. The idea that she’s been fantasizing about me dominating her sends a spark of heat through me. I take a step closer, my eyes locked on hers.
“A lot goes into being dominated. Are you wanting to explore the BDSM lifestyle, or…” My voice trails off, not sure if I’m pushing it.
“Well, it’s more that I’ve imagined you taking control, using me for your pleasure.
Making me beg. I want to surrender to you completely.
” Despite her warm chestnut complexion, I notice the redness creeping onto the tips of her ears.
Discussing sex seems to make her shy, and that’s something we’ll need to change.
By the end of the night, I’ll ensure she’s comfortable with herself, and by tomorrow morning, she’ll confidently share every way she wants me to fuck her.
She has the day off tomorrow, and I sure as hell have nowhere to be. We have all night to play.
I cross the cool hardwood floor and take the handcuffs and lube from her, watching as her eyes flare with anticipation.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask again, searching her eyes for any hesitation.
“Once we start, I won’t stop until I’ve wrung every ounce of pleasure from your body.
While this isn’t a dominant/submissive situation, I would still feel comfortable if you had a safe word in case things become too much for you.
Something you wouldn’t usually say during sex. ”
“Stethoscope,” she says without hesitation, and I have to hold back my laugh while praying she doesn’t choose to use it—I don’t want to scare her off before we can explore this together.
“Stethoscope it is, and you’ll have to trust me,” I let her know, tossing the lube onto the sofa.
“I trust you completely.”
Music to my ears.
“On your knees,” I command.
Karina rears back slightly, but she obeys without protest, sinking to her knees before me. I run my fingers through her hair, gripping it lightly at the base of her neck.
“Good girl,” I murmur, watching as she shivers at the praise. “Now, put your hands behind your back. Press them together.”
I secure the handcuffs around her wrists, not too tight but snug enough that she can’t slip free. The click of the cuffs locking into place seems to echo in the room. I circle her slowly, admiring the sight of her bound and waiting.
“Remember, say the word if it becomes too much, and I’ll stop immediately. Yeah?”
“Yes,” she breathes
I grab a fistful of her hair, tugging gently, making her eyes meet mine. “Yes, what?”
Karina shivers, understanding dawning in her eyes. “Yes, sir,” she corrects.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Now, tell me what you want.”
She swallows hard, her voice trembling slightly before she responds. “I want you to use me, to make me yours completely.”
“Believe me, I fully intend to,” I promise, my eyes scanning her beautiful face, flushed with desire. “When I’m finished, you’ll forget even your own name, and only mine will linger in your mind. Now, let’s find out how much pleasure your body can endure.”