Her Incubus Master (The Children of Lilith) (2 page)

Katie stared at Andras.
Okay, that was not what I was
expecting him to say!

"We never really talked about it. I was too embarrassed,
and I didn't want to hurt his feelings by making him think that he was doing it
wrong. I mean, he did try, uh, oral, a few times but it didn't work for
me."

"Didn't work for you?" Andras raised his dark
brows. "Did you find it uncomfortable? Are you extraordinarily sensitive?
Some women are."

"No, it felt pretty good," Katie admitted.
"But I was taking forever, and I could just see that Bill was getting kind
of bored and impatient. He said—he said that if I was
really
enjoying
it, I would have already come. So, eventually, I started to, uh, fake it, just
so he wouldn't feel bad." She shrugged. "I stopped asked him to do that
after a while."

Andras sighed, and his thumb drew slow circles on Katie's
palm. The caress started a slow burn in the pit of her belly, matching the slow
burn on her cheeks, because talking about this stuff, especially with someone
she had just met, was just plain embarrassing.

"You want to know what I think?" Andras asked. "I
think the kindest thing that can be said about your ex-husband is that he was unobservant
and unadventurous. Though I think he was probably lazy and selfish."

Katie stared at him. It had never occurred to her that their
sexual failures weren't all her fault.

"You know the best way to get out of doing an
unpleasant and tedious chore?" Andras' smile turned humorless. "Agree
to do it, but do it so unwillingly and incompetently, that you're never asked
again."

"But he did
try
," Katie objected, feeling
like she ought to be honest, even if Andras' instant leap to her defense made
her feel warm inside.

Like a knight in shining armor, Andras continued to take her
side. "Did you know that the average man takes five minutes to become
aroused, but the average woman takes 12-14 minutes? It sounds like he expected
you to react like a man would, and never bothered to find out why you didn't."

"But I'm pretty sure it wasn't
all
his fault."
Katie wasn't sure why she wanted to defend her ex. Maybe she just didn't want
Andras to be disappointed when he discovered the truth. Assuming he even wanted
to see her again, after tonight. "I, uh, wasn't able to come with
any
of my boyfriends. If it had just been Bill, then maybe it was because he wasn't
observant or adventurous or patient. But
three
guys in row...you see the
pattern here, don't you?

"I think maybe the only pattern here is that you and
your lovers never figured out how to really turn you on." Andras' voice,
already low, became downright seductive. "Would you like to play a little
game?"

"What kind of game?" Katie asked, warily. She
didn't pull her hand away from his, though. She liked the slow stroke of his
thumb across the skin of her palm.

"Something along the lines of 'Truth or Dare,'" he
replied. "I give you a scenario. And you tell me—
honestly
—whether
it you find it a turn-on."

"Okay," she said, intrigued.

He gave her a stern look. "Remember,
complete honesty
.
Don't tell me what you think I want to hear, or what you think sounds 'normal.'
Every scenario I'm going to present to you
is
normal on the spectrum of
normal human sexuality. Okay?"

"Okay," she said again, mesmerized.

Still caressing her hand, he began to talk, his voice low,
thrilling.

"You and your lover are enjoying a night at an
expensive hotel. There's champagne and strawberries. You're wearing your nicest
lingerie. Gently, sweetly, he lowers you to the bed and makes slow love to you,
kissing and stroking every inch of your skin...no?" Andras stopped
talking. "Not working for you?"

"Well," Katie said, apologetically. "I might
like it if it was actually
happening
to me...but just hearing about it?
Uh, no."

"All right," Andras said, easily. "Would it
make a difference if you imagined that scenario playing out with another woman
instead of a man?"

Katie had an extremely uncomfortable mental image of kissing
Amanda. "I'm straight!"

Andras simply raised his brows, and waited.

"Well, it would be different, and kind of
interesting," Katie finally admitted. "But no, not really a turn-on."

His next scenario had a blindfolded woman being fed by her
lover. That felt sexier, but still not what Katie would classify as a turn-on.

"That sounds like something I'd see in a French
art-house movie," she told Andras, and won another laugh from him.

"All right, next scenario. You're naked, he's clothed.
He orders you to kneel and give him a blow job."

The sudden rush of heat between her legs made Katie squirm. Of
course, Andras noticed.

"Looks like a definite 'yes' to me. So, what interests you
about this scenario?"

Katie tried to summon rational thought. It was difficult
though the haze of lust. "Well, the thought of being ordered around was
kind of hot..." she began, feeling shy. "And I'm pretty good at blow
jobs. I wouldn't have to worry about whether I was getting turned on fast
enough, or whether I was taking too long to, um, react to him. All I'd have to
do is concentrate on
him
."

"I see," Andras said, looking thoughtful. "Let's
continue in this vein, shall we? How about a scenario where you are a powerful
woman, and you order your lover to service you? You don't have do anything
except give him access to your body. And he's not allowed to climax until you
do.

Katie had an instant mental picture of herself lolling on a
throne, wearing a black leather corset, thigh-high boots and wielding a whip,
while a cowed-looking man wearing a red satin G-string knelt at her feet and
called her
Mistress
.

"Hmmm...intriguing, in a porn-movie kind of way," Katie
responded, "but, honestly, I'd probably feel sorry for that poor guy working
away on me, and then I'd start worrying about the fact that I was taking too
long."

"You have a soft heart." Andras chuckled, but his
expression was not unkind. "And it's very interesting that you assume that
anyone pleasuring you would automatically consider it a tedious chore. Why is
their pleasure more important than yours?"

"Um," said Katie, and was spared by a wave of his
hand.

"Rhetorical question, but we'll definitely have to work
on that." He gave her a penetrating look. "Would you believe me if I
told you that arousing my lover and making her climax was the best and most fun
part of making love?"

"That sounds really nice," Katie said, hoping for
casual and sounding wistful, instead.

Andras looked wry. "I guess I'll just have to prove it
to you."

He said it so casually that Katie felt a bolt of pure heat
shoot through her.

"Next scenario: you're at a restaurant like this one,
with semi-private booths. You're wearing a small, remote-controlled vibrator,
and your partner has the control. He is using it to tease you to the edge of
climax, until you're begging to be allowed to come. He says you can, but you're
not allowed to make a sound or react in any visible way, because you're both in
public.

Katie was instantly and uncomfortably aroused. "Oh yeah,"
she managed. "Yeah, definitely."

"Mmmm," purred Andras, leaning closer. His lips
brushed the rim of her ear as he spoke in a low murmur, sending shivers through
the pit of her belly. "I
adore
that game. It's all about using power
and control to excite your lover to a frenzy."

"Power?" Katie mused.

"Having it, or giving it up to another—both work as
potent aphrodisiacs, or so I've noticed." Andras caught her earlobe
between his teeth, and Katie inhaled sharply, squeezing her thighs together.

So far, he'd only touched her hand and her ear, and talked
dirty to her, and she felt as turned on as if she'd been making out with him.

Andras spoke again, nipping at her ear between words. "How
about a scenario that plays out a little more roughly? Where your hands are
tied behind your back, then you are ordered to your knees and commanded to
service your lover's cock with your mouth. When he is fully aroused, he bends
you over the arm of a sofa, kicks your legs apart, and fucks you hard from
behind."

"I—" Katie swallowed hard.
I'd let you do that
to me, in a heartbeat.
But she couldn't say that to a guy she had just met
two hours ago.

Andras' voice, though still soft, was relentless. "...or
how about a threesome? Two men using you in whatever way they like. And you are
tied, spread-eagled, to a bed, and completely at their mercy." He paused,
and his voice dropped even lover. "They make you
beg
for permission
to climax."

Katie could imagine, all too well. And she was sure that Andras
knew exactly what kind of a turn-on his suggestion was. His thumb was caressing
the inside of her wrist now, and she was sure he could feel her pulse hammering
madly away.

A bondage threesome?
That was the hottest scenario she'd
heard so far, not that she'd ever actually go out and do something like
that
,
but God, what she wouldn't give right now to have this gorgeous man tie her up
and do whatever he wanted to her!

And he hasn't even kissed me yet...

Bill would have made fun of her for getting so turned on by
the scenario, but Andras was just encouraging. "Well, I think I'm getting
an idea of what you might like. And you know, light bondage can help anyone who
has trouble relaxing enough to let go and simply enjoy sex."  

"You really think that bondage could help me?" Katie
asked, striving to sound skeptical, rather than desperate and horny.

"Yes. You responded to those scenarios with an element
of power exchange just now, and most strongly to the ones that cast you in the
role of submissive. I think you will find that giving up control to someone
else can be very erotic. It certainly helps with performance anxiety, both men
and women." He looked at her intently. "I would like you to consider
submitting to me."

Katie felt a wave of powerful lust sweep through her at the
idea of letting this gorgeous man do whatever he wanted to her. She had never
felt anything like this before.

Yes!
Yes, oh yes! Don't let this one get away!

She took a deep breath.
Don't act like you're desperate, Katie.
"I don't know," she said, trying to sound cool, sophisticated.
"I mean, I'm tempted, but I'm wondering if I'd really enjoy being whipped
and humiliated. I've never been into pain."

"Is
that
what you think of power exchange
scenarios? That they're about pain and humiliation?" He shook his head.
"I assure you that I don't intend anything of the sort, Katie."

"I didn't mean to—" she began, but he wasn't
finished speaking.

"If you agree, and if you like what I can do for
you...then, later on,
if
you're interested in pushing your boundaries, we
can explore a little bit. But for now, I would simply like you to relinquish
control in our sexual relationship. You're a beautiful woman, and I'm eager to
see if I can make you respond—if you'll let me."

He wants to have a sexual relationship with me? Oh,
goodie! Down, girl!

"I promise that I will always tell you what to expect
ahead of time, and that you will always have always have the power to say 'no,'
either at the beginning, or at any time if you find that you are not enjoying
what I'm doing to you."

"Like a safe word?" she asked, glad she knew at
least that much.

"Exactly. And in return, I want you to be completely
honest with me. No faked orgasms, no pretending to enjoy something just because
you think it will please me."

"Okay," she said, less sure about this part. It
seemed like a recipe for failure.

"And one other thing," he said, sounding stern
now. "If you agree to my terms, I'll need proof of your submission."

Katie licked her lips nervously. Was this the part where he
asked her to wear a dog collar? Get a tattoo? "What kind of proof?"

"I want you to give up control of your orgasms. From
this point on, you don't get to climax unless I give permission. If you say
'yes,' to me—and I really hope you will, Katie—I want you to put away your
vibrators as soon as you get home tonight. No touching yourself unless I tell
you that you can. And if you're seeing anyone else, you need to stop. I want
exclusivity as long as our relationship lasts."

"I'm not seeing anyone," she hastened to assure
him. "And as for the, uh, other thing, well, that'll be an easy promise to
keep. I wasn't kidding about being horrible in bed."

"And I'm determined to prove you wrong about that,"
he said, sounding serious."If you submit to me, I swear to you that I will
make you come so hard and so often that you won't be able to move. I'll
introduce you to experiences that will astonish you, and I'll make you crave
things you never knew you wanted."

It sounded too good to be true. "But what do
you
get out of this?" she asked shrewdly. "I mean, look at you: you're
gorgeous, you're rich, you could have anyone you wanted."

"And I've decided I want
you
. As for what I'm
getting out of this—" He smiled at her and looked good enough to eat. "Frankly,
the thought of tying you up and playing with you to the point where you're so
turned on that you're writhing in your bonds, begging me for permission to
climax, begging me to fuck you, maybe even calling me Master..." His smile
went from heartbreaking to predatory in a heartbeat. "You can't imagine
how much I'm looking forward to that."

She shivered, deeply aroused at the mental picture he had
just drawn.

"Say yes," he ordered. "Say you'll submit to
me."