CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Lucas
She was driving me insane.
She wasn’t terribly skilled at the art of seduction, which made her even more desirable. Knowing how to make a man want you as a matter of craft was alluring, but making a man want you because you were naturally sexy and exciting, that was almost too much to bear.
Dressed in an outfit that practically sang on her body — she was a symphony of sex and beauty — her sweet scent with the hint of lavender, drove me wild. I hadn’t had to hold myself back like this in years. Couldn’t, as a matter of fact, remember wanting to touch a woman so badly. When I’d been perched on the barstool at the counter, I’d had such a raging hard-on that I’d almost barked for her to come sit on my lap so I could grind my dick into her.
It was the competition creating the tension, amping it up until it was unbearable. In real life, I wouldn’t feel this way. Surely.
She went to the stove, and like a maestro, put the onions, tomatoes, and different spices in a sizzling pan and immediately the air filled with a sensual aroma.
How could food cooking be sensual?
Thankfully finished chopping — because, at this point, I could take a finger off — I excused myself and went out on the balcony, where I sucked in lungfuls of cold mountain air. I felt crazy, like my control could snap at any moment. Unacceptable. This kind of seduction was so foreign to me, and yet I found myself only wanting more. It was an interesting prelude, and reminded me of the many toys I’d used in sex play, ones that replaced skin to skin touch, and amped up desire until it was a torment.
I wondered if she knew what she was doing to me, strutting into the kitchen in that sweet dress that barely covered her ass. I didn’t think she had a clue how dangerous it was for her, because in less than an hour, I’d have that ass under my merciless attentions.
When I peeled my fingers from the balcony rail and returned to the kitchen, she’d lit candles.
“It’s ready.” She turned, a knowing look in her eyes. Dammit, she knew just what she was doing to me, the little vixen.
The food was glorious. Rich, spicy and comforting, but throughout dinner, I found it hard to focus on her eyes, and not her incredible tits. All I could think of was getting my hands on her, ripping the damn hot-ass dress in half, and taking her breasts into my mouth before exploring every inch of her body.
Twenty minutes to go.
I forced myself to talk to block out the tick tick of the timer. “This is so good. Is there anything you can’t do?”
“Oh, there’s plenty I can’t do, and won’t do, just so you know.” Her voice was strong, convicted, and I could tell she was distancing herself from what was coming next.
“I’m sure I can help you get over whatever fears hold you back.” I needed her to stay in this with me, wanted her to be willing to learn what I liked.
Fifteen minutes.
I watched her eyes as she took a small bite of food and swirled her spoon around in the bowl.
“I’m sure you’ll try,” she muttered to herself.
“What are you most scared of?”
“Anything that’ll hurt?” She set her spoon down with shaky fingers. “Normal people don’t include torture devices in the definition of sexual pleasure.”
“Normal can be defined as having average intelligence, within a normal range. What I do will take you out of the zone of normal, or regular, and raise you to a level you didn’t know was possible.” Ava seemed to think about this, so I continued, her willingness to listen spurring me on. “Why would I want to hurt you?” The thought made me angry — how could she think me capable of hurting her?
Doms had to make sure not to hurt their subs, as the sub’s well-being was a Dom’s responsibility.
“Because I’m guessing you get off on it,” she stated plainly, staring at the spoon in her hand that was now dripping orange liquid. “S equals sadism, right? And sadism means to be deliberately cruel. It means getting pleasure from inflicting pain and suffering on someone else. Inflicting humiliation. Right?”
Did the girl have a Webster’s dictionary in her head?
“That’s one part of the definition, but as I told you before, BDSM is different for everyone. I don’t get off on hurting people, I promise. I derive sexual pleasure from pleasing others but in unexpected ways. Ways that heighten your senses so that everything we do together is more powerful. I promise we’ll go slow, I won’t let you be afraid.” I was trying to sound as reassuring as I possibly could.
“I’m also afraid of being degraded. I’ve spent my whole life…” Her hand flew to her mouth and tears filled her eyes.
Shit.
I moved closer to her and took her hand. “I’d never degrade you,” I whispered, realizing it was true, and kissed her hand to show my goodwill.
I had to turn this around before the buzzer, because I was so ready for her, but I could tell she was in no way ready for me.
“I’m so fond of you, Ava. You’re unique, unlike any woman I’ve ever dated. I’d never hurt them, and I’d certainly never hurt you. I promise. I’ve wanted you from the first moment I laid eyes on you.”
She looked up at me, her eyes glassy, the shimmer making darker slivers of blue stand out.
“In my opinion, you haven’t had enough partners to know the limits of your body. You may be surprised by what turns you on, makes you orgasm. I promise to actively explore all of it with you. We have a lot of time together, and I hope we can enjoy it. However, I can’t have fun until I know you feel safe with me.” It surprised me how good it felt to be honest with her about my desires.
“Do you promise not to make me feel demeaned?”
“Yes, I promise. I promise to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt in your life.” I gave her a reassuring smile.
She returned the smile — it was small, but enough.
Two minutes on the clock.
I inched closer. “I’ll make you come so hard, you’ll scream until you’re hoarse.” I let my smile change into devilish and followed her eye line as it went to the timer, slowly ticking forward.
My heart was racing. I needed to temper my emotions. I didn’t want to transfer this searing need to Ava and scare her off.
Tick. Tock. Tick.
Her breathing was the only other sound — short sputtering breaths.
I could barely take it.
Less than thirty seconds.
My eyes caught hers as I tried to control my own breathing. Neither of us spoke. God knew, my throat was about clenched closed with tension.
“Please be gentle,” she begged as the buzzer sounded.
It was the most glorious sound I’d ever heard.
“I promise.” I stood, lifted her out of her chair. The candles were still burning, and their scent had drifted into the living room, giving the entire penthouse an air of sensuality as I carried her through the rooms. I mentally forced myself to not register her heat — her skin, her body pressed against my chest, her arms coming up to go around my neck — until I carried her into the bedroom.
By the time I got us to the bedroom, I was reciting a mantra in my head. Go slow, Go slow. So I wouldn’t forget and get carried away, which was still possible.
I dimmed the lights, then gently laid her on the bed. As I stared down at her, she smiled back at me tentatively and propped herself up on her elbows.
“So?” Her face was full of sweet anticipation. “What now?”
I stripped off my shirt, wanting to be more open and exposed, to give her an advantage.
I laid down next to her and placed a finger to her lips. “How about I show you.” Leaning in, I began peppering those soft, plump lips with kisses. Something that could only be compared to a drug sped through my blood.
She responded well, thank god, kissing me back, letting me taste her mouth as I explored with my tongue.
I was growing so painfully hard, I knew if I didn’t take on my role as Dominant, I was going to lose control.
“I want you to take all these clothes off and wait here. I’ll be back.”
“Um, okay.”
I turned away, going to the dresser, so I wouldn’t have to look at her expression of hurt. Dammit, did she think I was going to romance her?
When I had what I needed, I came back to the bed, tossed four ties, a smallish tassel and a couple condoms onto the mattress.
Her eyes got so big it was nearly comical. But my cock was so hard, if I laughed I might come. She had great tits, and they were bouncing a little as she shimmied out of her dress. She hadn’t been wearing a bra underneath it. I groaned.
“W-what’s that for?” She paused, standing at the end of the bed with her dress near her knees, looking like she might pull it back up.
“You’ll just have to trust me.”
Her baby blues locked with mine, her mouth opened in a silent question as she debated.
“Screaming from pleasure until you’re hoarse, coming up,” I reminded her.
If possible, her eyes went even wider, and she shoved her dress down and let it drop to the floor. When she hooked her fingers under the white lace of her panties, I changed my mind and signaled for her to stop. I wanted something to take off of her myself.
“Lie down on your back, spread your arms and legs.”
She got on the bed but stopped while she was still on her knees, nodding at the pile of ties. “You’re going to tie me up with those, aren’t you?”
“Here’s the deal. Not being able to touch you has put me on a hair trigger. I’m going to ease you into this slow, but you have to be able to take orders. You did well with the first one.” When her forehead creased, I reminded her. “Taking off your clothes.”
“I might have questions as we go.”
I blew out a breath. “I’ll explain. Questions are allowed, but no excessive talking.”
I lifted her leg, tied the first restraint around her ankle, looped it around the bedpost at the foot of the bed, and did the same with the other as she watched. Picking up the tassel, I touched it to the bottom of her foot, trying to be patient when she giggled and jerked.
“Did you tie me up to tickle me? Because I’m really ticklish, matter of fact—”
A growl came out of my mouth, effectively stopping her chatter. Taking the tassel, I ran it up over her ankle, around her calf to her knee, dipping inward and over her inner thigh, stopping just at the line of her panties when she gasped.
My eyes locked with hers and heat flared between us. “Not bad?”
She shook her head, her chestnut hair flying over the pillows.
I continued the tassel’s path, going over her hip, just tracing her mound, letting the leather strings tickle her abdomen, feeling my cock throb when her muscles went tight.
When I made it to her breasts and circled first one, then the other, I was breathing heavily. “There are so many things I want to do to you.” I usually didn’t talk during sex, so it surprised me when the words I’d been thinking popped out of my mouth.
She moaned, and I had to clench my teeth to stay focused. Picking up the last two ties, I wrapped them around her wrists and straddled her waist as I tied the first one loosely to the headboard post. Her chest was heaving when I looked back at her, her breasts thrust into the air. That had to stop. Because now I wanted to squeeze them together, press my cock between them. Maybe I would.
“Relax.”
That was what I liked about tying a woman up. I could do what I wanted, even things she would never have agreed to not tied up, and usually, she liked it. If she didn’t, I stopped. Now, though, I found myself wanting — even if I’d given an order — to make sure Ava was okay with what I was about to do.
I gave myself half of the fantasy, cupped her breast in my hand as I wrapped the final tie around the headboard, and let go to tie it.
“I want you.” Her words were so soft I barely heard them.
I looked more closely at her and saw there was a fine sweat on her upper lip. When my gaze landed on her parted lips, her hips rocked upward.
“Please.”
At her simple plead, everything I’d so carefully planned fell by the wayside, as the need to be inside her washed away everything else. I could feel myself shaking, for fuck’s sake, just from the sensation of my balls resting on her abs. Plan B.
“We may need to… fast forward a bit. What do you say?” Moving back until her pussy was just under my pulsing cock, I slowly ground into her mound as I watched her eyes roll upward. I could feel her moist pussy beneath my rock-hard erection through her thin silk panties. She wanted me as badly as I wanted her.
She undulated in response as I brought the tassel up her sternum, feathering it across her collarbone, up her neck, and to her lips. There, I stopped, pressed it to the soft skin of her lips so she could feel its smoothness. She puffed out a breath, sucked one in, drawing my attention back to her breasts.
“Fast forward,” she breathed and pulled on the restraints around her wrists.
Drawing on my usual restraint, I continued the tassel’s upward motion, sliding it across her cheek and up her hairline before lowering it down and between her breasts.
She moaned, and when she did, it slipped from my fingers, which widened almost of their own accord and wrapped around the undersides of her breasts. Squeezing, I gave in to my fantasy, pushing her ample mounds upward, letting my thumbs brush across her nipples.
When she moaned again, I couldn’t stop myself. I reached up, weaved my fingers through her hair, bringing my body closer to hers as I thrust against her pussy, my dick wanting to be inside of her, needing to be a part of her.
Her thighs lifted as far as the ties would let them, pressing on the sides of my hips, showing she was welcome and open to my movements so far, and I ground myself deeper into her center.
Her gorgeous breasts were now heaving in the soft, candle-like light, the sweet pink peaks of her nipples hardened into buds. She was an incredible beauty.
My hands found her hips, and I thrust her up against me, relieving a fraction of the tension.
She let out a nervous laugh, and I placed a tender kiss on her shoulder. I could feel her stress easing some. As I lightly pulsed my thick cock into her warm center, my mouth found hers again. My tongue dipped in and out until our tongues were dancing as our bodies found a rhythm, pumping against one another.
Her soft, fleshy breasts were pressed against my bare chest, and I didn’t think my cock could stand much more titillation. I gently moved my mouth down to her jaw, her neck, licking my way to a bare nipple, where I sucked it into my mouth, drawing it in hard.
I’d been ever so gentle with her — it was time to show her a little more of what I was about.
As I sucked on her nipple, feeling it turn to stone in my mouth, she writhed, pulling back some, trying to extract her nipple from the onslaught. I gave her a warning bite, short but firm, and she yelped, her wetness flooding my crotch.
“What are you doing?” she gasped breathlessly.
I lapped her aroused nipple, soothing it with my soft, warm tongue. “Giving you a taste.” Slowly, I slid my mouth over to the other nipple and paused just above it. “If I do anything you aren’t sure of, say ‘yellow.’ If I do anything you need me to immediately stop, say ‘red.’ Do you understand?”
She bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Yes, I understand.”
I took her nipple between my teeth, biting just enough to have her arching up from the bed.
“More,” she whimpered, making me smile as I took one lick, then another, and blew cold air on it so that it was even more aroused.
“Do you like this?” I paused for a moment and stared into her gorgeous blues. I could tell the sensations of her body were taking over her ability to think. Good. I gave her nipple another slow, torturous lick. “I’ll stop if you don’t like it.” Please don’t make me stop.
“Yes. Oh god, yes, I like it. Want more.”
But she still wasn’t ready. I wanted her to want it hard and rough.
“Hmmm,” I mused as I slid my finger down her stomach, then tucked it into her panties to find her slick and slippery with her need. “I think you’re telling the truth,” I teased as I scooped the other nipple into my mouth and sucked as she bucked and moaned. I sucked a little harder, not as hard as the first time, then bit again, just a nibble. When she yelped, I smoothed my tongue over her hot and ravaged skin.
“You’re doing great,” I encouraged. “Now lift up a little, so I can get all this off of you.” I took the silk between my fingers as my other hand lifted her hips, and yanked, snarling as the sound of ripping material filled the space between us.