Chapter Four

 

Jillian stared at Declan as he leaned against the door, his hands behind his back clasping the knob. He looked so handsome in his black, pleated slacks and black dress shirt. The top three buttons were undone, the tie nowhere to be seen, unless that was it lying on the dresser. She frowned slightly. Had he used this room already?

“Is that your tie?” she asked, pointing toward the dresser.

“Yes. This is my room. I’m staying here for the time being. It’s easier to watch the club that way.”

“Don’t you have a house somewhere?” she asked.

“Yes. In Washington, but I’m here while Daniel is out of town.”

“Oh,” she said and nodded.

She was tempted to ask him what he did for a living, but at the moment, wasn’t sure she should. He was just for sex. Nothing more. A thought occurred to her, and she frowned. “Wait. Where does Shawn stay?”

“Not up here,” he said with a chuckle. “Do you really want to talk about Shawn right now?”

She shook her head and turned to study the room. It had a set of French doors that led to a balcony that overlooked Bourbon. There was an attached bath with a huge walk in shower. A king size bed dominated the room, but what caught her attention the most was the bench at the foot of the bed. It looked a lot like a sawhorse covered in leather.

She ran her hand over the cushioned top. “It’s really soft.”

“The owner only uses the best.”

“What is this?” she asked.

Declan walked toward her and put his hand between her shoulder blades. He pointed to the supports halfway down the legs of the sawhorse. “Put your knees on these.”

She glanced at him briefly and then did as he said. Once on the supports, he pushed between her shoulder blades. “Now put your elbows on those.”

She looked down and spotted supports on the backside, but further up the legs. She rested her elbows on the supports and instantly realized what it must be for. Declan moved in behind her, placing his thick cock against her pussy, confirming what she thought. She noticed his size and swallowed. Damn. He was big.

“It’s the perfect place to fuck you from behind,” he murmured as he rubbed himself against her mound.

Jillian bit her lip as her desire kicked up a notch. He stepped back, and she almost moaned, but stopped herself. The slap to her ass caught her by surprise and she wasn’t able to stop the yelp that escaped as the sting.

“It’s also for punishing bad little submissives.” He rubbed the sting away with his warm palm, and Jillian’s stomach did a little flip. “Unless the submissives likes to be spanked then it’s a reward.”

He slid his palm up her spine and buried his fingers in her hair before tugging her up so she was supported on her knees. She gasped and gripped the top of the sawhorse as he moved in, pressing his back to hers and his cock against her hip. He wrapped his arm around her waist and slid his hand lower as his lips touched the side of her neck.

He nibbled gently on the sensitive spot just below her ear and goosebumps moved over her flesh. His hand, oh lord, his hand moved between her legs, his fingers gently stroking her slit.

“It’s also fun for other things,” he murmured as he used the tip of his fingers to separate her labia and draw slow, tantalizing circles around the entrance to her vagina.

Jillian moaned and dug her nails into the soft leather, saying silent thanks she’d listened to Deanne and not worn underwear. Now she understood why. There was absolutely nothing in the way of him touching her.

His lips pressed against the side of her neck, and she moved her head to the side, allowing him better access. It was so sexy how he feathered his lips over her skin. His hot breath sent shivers of delight down her spine and made her squirm against him.

At this rate, as hot and aroused as he was getting her, it wouldn’t last long. Matter of fact, she could easily bend over right now and demand he take her this second. She was certainly wet enough, anxious enough. Declan, on the other hand, didn’t appear to be in any hurry.

He removed his hand, and she huffed softly, aggravated he would stop so soon. He made quick work of the belt around her shirt. It landed on the floor with a thud. She thought he would remove her shirt, but instead, he picked her up at the waist, turned her and then set her on the bench, facing him. She yelped in surprise and grabbed one of his elbows to keep her balance.

“I’ve got you,” he said with a slight grin as he tightened his grip at her waist.

Jillian stared at him and couldn’t help but notice how dark his eyes were. They were almost navy in color and framed by long, black lashes. Wow, she’d kill for lashes like that. Once she was steady, Declan reached for the buttons of her shirt. As the first button slid through the hole, he leaned down and captured her lips with his.

Jillian’s parted instantly, excited for the first stroke of his tongue, and she wasn’t disappointed in the least. His lips were soft, but firm. His tongue teased and stroked, sending her heart skipping wildly. Once the last button of her shirt was undone, he pulled it open and slid his hands inside to cup her breasts.

Jillian moaned and arched into his touch. His warm, strong fingers massaged and milked her breasts, even tugged at her nipples almost harshly. But the bite of pain that caused only fueled her desire for more.

He broke the kiss and stepped back a bit so he could slide her shirt off her shoulders. It too, fell silently to the floor in a pile by her belt. She was now naked before him, except for her heels.

He glanced down at them and grinned. “I think we’ll leave those.”

She scoffed, but still smiled just a bit.

Declan pulled her from the bench and led her to the bed. Finally, she would get what she wanted, him inside her, so she climbed onto the bed quickly and turned to her back. Declan raked his eyes over her body, and for some strange reason, Jillian was excited that he liked her figure. Because she was petite, it would be easy for her to look overweight, so she worked hard to keep her body in shape.

“Are you going to stand there and gape all night or are you going to come here?” she asked.

“In a minute,” he replied as he took one of her hands in his.

He lifted her arm and kissed the inside of her wrist. Jillian smiled and squirmed against the bed. She couldn’t remember the last time she was so turned on. Usually it was a few kisses, a few seconds of foreplay and then bam. Get in, get out, done. Part of that maybe was her fault. She just wanted sex and nothing more. Perhaps she was missing something by going so fast.

She watched in fascination as Declan raised her wrists to the headboard and wrapped a soft cuff around it. After it clicked into place, she tugged. Once she realized she couldn’t get free, she frowned and her heart began to race. Was it fear? Excitement?

As he secured the other wrists to the headboard, she realized it wasn’t fear. She wasn’t afraid. It excited her.

She licked her lips and stared as Declan stepped back and began to unbutton his shirt, revealing a very strong chest. She’d been right earlier. That was definitely a man who did not sit behind a desk all day. He dropped his shirt to the floor and moved to the zipper of his pants. Jillian held her breath, wondering if he was as big as he’d felt through his pants.

He lowered his pants and left them on the floor by his shoes. Jillian couldn’t take her eyes off his cock. It was thick and long, coming almost to his naval. Jeez. Could she take that? He pulled a condom from the nightstand drawer and she watched, mesmerized as it slid it over his length.

“Declan,” she whispered and shifted on the bed. “Hurry.”

He climbed onto the bed between her legs and pushed her knees back toward her chest. “I have no intention of hurrying.”

He kissed the inside of each knee before sliding his lips down the inside of her thigh toward her pussy. Jillian gasped and moaned as he used his fingers to spread her labia. He blew against her clit, and she pulled against the restraints, lifting her hips up, silently begging for more.

He licked her with the tip of his tongue, drawing slow, tantalizing circles around her opening before moving to her clit. He didn’t touch it, just swirled around it in teasing circles that nearly drove her insane. She bucked and wiggled in an attempt to get a more firm touch, but Declan put his hands under her ass and then wrapped them around her upper thighs, holding her still.

She was pinned down, immobile, forced to take whatever he gave her and it was in that second she understood Deanne’s fascination with this place, with these doms. Where they all like him, or was it just him that had her so wild and desperate?

He certainly knew what he was doing. He knew just when to pull back to keep her on the edge of that pinnacle, but not letting her fly over it.

“Declan,” she panted and pulled at the restraints. “Please.”

She was so close. Her entire body felt tight as a bow and completely on fire. She knew if she came now that would be it. She wouldn’t come during sex. Once was it for her.

“If I come now, I won’t—“

Declan rose above her, and she held her breath. Would he enter her now? If he did, she would come instantly.

“Trust me,” he murmured as he lowered his mouth to hers. “You will come again.”

His kiss was hot and demanding, hungry and almost brutal. Jillian moaned and gave as good as she got. She could taste herself on his lips, and she sucked at them greedily. She didn’t believe him for a second that she would come more than once. She never had. Why would tonight be any different, but then she’d never been as aroused as she was tonight, either.

Not like this.

“Declan,” she growled against his mouth.

“Patience, my petite little minx,” he whispered.

He slid back down between her legs placed sharp bites along the lips of her labia. Jillian dropped her head back and groaned both at the bite of pain his bites caused and the burning need that cursed through her body left unanswered.

Up one labia then down the other, before once again, circling his tongue around her opening. Jillian cried out, so close to release she could feel it making her walls quiver. Declan pulled back and trust two fingers inside her pussy. Jillian squealed and lifted her hips, taking them deeper. When he curved them, the pads of his fingers hit her g-spot, sending her shooting over that edge with a scream of pleasure.

Her walls throbbed and sucked, her body trembled. She tugged so hard at the restraints she was amazed she hadn’t broken the headboard. Just as her release was dying down, Declan covered her clit with his hot mouth and pressed his tongue against it. He massaged gently, and the rising tide of release caught Jillian by surprise.

“No, no,” she panted, shaking her head in denial. She wouldn’t come again. Would she?

He sucked her clit and her entire body exploded. Jillian screamed in surprise as a second release road through her limbs like a shockwave.

Declan rose above her, and Jillian stared up at him in weak shock. “Oh, my God.”

“Shh,” he said as he settled the head of his cock at her entrance. “You’re not done yet.”

He pressed forward, and Jillian hissed at the burn and stretch of her walls. He was so big and it had been so long since she’d been with anyone. Months probably. He pulled back just a bit and pushed forward again, this time going balls deep. Jillian bucked, taking more of him, despite the slight discomfort. He remained still for a moment, allowing her body to adjust before beginning to move in long, slow thrusts. He pulled almost out before thrusting back in, dragging his head and length along her g-spot. Jillian tensed as each brush of that spot sent pleasure careening through her body.

Holy crap. What was he doing? And was this even possible?

Jillian lifted her legs around his lower back. Declan moaned his approval and the tempo of his thrusts increased. Jillian could hardly breath as everything in the room began to spin precariously.

“That’s it, baby,” Declan whispered.

Jillian grit her teeth and groaned as a third release began to build. Her vaginal walls quivered and tightened around his shaft. Two more strokes and everything burst into flames. She was sure her scream could be heard all the way to the lower floor as her body erupted into yet another, mind-blowing orgasm. This was insane, but it wasn’t over.

Declan thrust deeper, hitting her womb and sending her over the edge yet again, this time into darkness.

 

Declan lost his own battle and came just as her fourth orgasm rushed through her. With a moan, he rode out the waves, enjoying the feel of her walls as they convulsed around him, sucking the come from his balls. He hadn’t had sex that felt that good in a while.

Glancing down at her, he realized she’d passed out. With a slight smile he cupped her cheek and lowered himself to his elbows. “Hey, sweetheart,” he whispered.

She opened her eyes slowly and stared at him in slight confusion. “What happened?”

He smiled. “You passed out.”

She frowned and glanced around the room. “I did not.”

He chuckled and gripped her chin, forcing her gaze back to his. “You did.”

She snorted softly and looked slightly uncomfortable. “That’s just…”

“Perfectly normal,” he said firmly.

“That sex was not normal,” she murmured, making Declan chuckle again.

He pulled from her body and moved to his knees so he could reach up and unclasp her wrists. He did her right one first and rubbed her arm and wrists, relaxing the muscles. Once finished he reached for the second one and repeated the massage.

“That’s nice,” Jillian said softly.

Declan climbed from the bed and threw the condom in the trash. When he turned back to the bed, Jillian had sat up and was about to stand. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.

She looked up at him, a startled look on her face. “Home?”

He wagged his finger. “Not yet.”

She frowned. “And why not? I said just sex.”

Declan rolled his eyes. “Jillian, you just passed out not two minutes ago. Lie back and relax for a few minutes before you go anywhere. That’s an order. Not a suggestion.”

“Fine,” she said with a slight nod of her head. “You’re right.”

“Just keep that in your mind as a given, and we’ll be good.”

Jillian snorted as she sat back against the headboard. She shivered and wrapped her arms around her chest.

“Cold?” Declan asked as he walked toward her.

“Yes,” she said.

He reached for the blankets under her ass. “Here. Lift your legs and cover up.”

She lifted her legs and he pulled the blanket out, allowing her to slide under them. “Thank you,” she said softly.

Declan grinned as he grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge and set it on the nightstand. He climbed under the covers next to her, but didn’t pull her into his arms. He wanted to, but he got the impression from Jillian she wouldn’t like that. At least not yet.

He brushed a curl behind her ear. “Are you okay?”

She kept her eyes straight ahead, her knees drawn up and her arms curled around them. “I’ve never done that.”

“Passed out?” he asked.

“Come four times,” she whispered.

Without looking at him, she grabbed the water off the nightstand and took a sip before setting it back. She looked at him and her lips spread into just a hint of a sheepish smiled. “Alcohol would be better at the moment.”

Declan snickered. “Maybe, but no. Alcohol dulls certain senses. Especially pain sensors. Since this is out first time and I’m not familiar with your limits, I don’t want anything dulling them.”

She frowned at him and a slight spark of fear shone in her eyes. “My pain sensors?”

Declan smiled. “Relax, doc. It’s not what you think.”

“Maybe it is.”

“I pinched your nipples pretty hard. Did it hurt?”

She thought about it for a second. “Sort of, but not really.”

“You gave me one night. One night to fuck, explore, and maybe learn a new thing or two.”

She opened her mouth to say something then closed it back. “So you want to have sex again?”

Declan chuckled and leaned back against the headboard, crossing his arms over his chest. “Among other things. But you say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It’s not, it’s just…” She pursed her lips and studied him. “You’re very different from other men I’ve been with. Usually its just once, and I tend to skip out pretty quick after.”

“Why?” he asked.

She shrugged and looked away. “I just don’t have the time for all the relationship nonsense.”

Declan believed there was something else, but he didn’t push. One night was definitely not going to be enough for him, but he didn’t want to run her off by asking too many questions. He would have to approach Jillian like a skittish kitten. Something had happened in her past to make her leery. That he was sure of.

He didn’t need to dig that out tonight. For now, he just wanted to show her more of his lifestyle. She’d liked the pain of pinching her nipples, whether she wanted to admit it or not. The way her body responded was proof enough. Now he wanted to see just what else she might be open to.

“Roll over here and lie on your stomach for me,” he said as he climbed from the bed.

“On my stomach?” she asked.

Declan opened the nightstand drawer and began to dig through the contents. “Yes.”

As Jillian made herself comfortable, Declan turned off the lamp and lit two candles. One on the dresser and one on the nightstand within close reach.

She rested her chin on the back of her hands and watched him skeptically. “What exactly do you have in mind?”

“Why are you so suspicious?” he asked as he climbed onto the bed, straddling the back of her knees.

“I don’t know you well enough to not be suspicious,” she mumbled.

“True, but you trusted me enough to come upstairs to a private room.”

“Which in hindsight was probably really stupid.”

Declan chuckled as he squeezed oil onto his palm. “You’re still here.”

She glanced at him over her shoulder. “I’m curious. Let’s just hope it doesn’t kill me like it did the cat.”