Her Incubus Master (The Children of Lilith) (4 page)

No hose—they were out of style this year, despite the cool
spring, so she straightened up and stood there for a moment, feeling hesitant.

Andras studied her with open appreciation. "You are so
beautiful, Katie. And I can't tell you how much I appreciate your trust in
me."

"Thank you," she murmured, looking down at the rich
red and ivory-colored Persian carpet beneath her bare feet. The wool felt soft
and plush against her toes.

"Come here and sit on my lap," he invited. "I
really want to kiss you."

He took her hand as she slowly approached him, and guided
her down to face him. It felt oddly titillating to be straddling his lap
half-naked while he was still fully dressed, the expensive fabric of his slacks
caressing her inner thighs.

"Mmmm," he said, and raised his hands to cradle
her face. "How do you feel?"

"All systems go." She smiled down at him.
"This feels nice."

"Good." He kissed her softly, his mouth gentle
against hers, lingering, nibbling gently on her lower lip. She liked that he
didn't try to shove his tongue into her mouth right away. Instead, he waited
for her lips to part naturally beneath his. Even then, he teased and explored,
touching her tongue lightly with his before withdrawing.

The kiss in the restaurant had been amazing, but
this
kiss, unhurried, sensuous...this was heaven.

Katie began to drape herself over him, trying to get closer
as he finally thrust his tongue into her mouth, and explored boldly.

If just
kissing
him made her brain feel like it was
melting, like candle wax meeting a flame, all hot and liquid, then she couldn't
wait to find out what actually having sex with him felt like.

He held her at bay with effortless strength, and slid those
big, sexy hands slowly over her bare shoulders and down her arms. Circling her
wrists, he held them behind her back as his kiss deepened.

Andras kissed her eyes, her cheeks, the corners of her
mouth, even the tip of her nose. Each touch of his lips was gentle and
lingering, like the brush of feathers against her skin.

His mouth moved downwards and Katie eagerly offered her
throat to him.

She had always loved having her neck kissed—it was
guaranteed to make shivers race down her spine—but she didn't expect him to
bite her there, or that the pressure of his teeth, combined with having her
wrists held captive at the small of her back, would start a heavy pulse of
arousal between her legs.

"You liked that," Andras said, his lips brushing
the skin of her throat.

With a start, she realized that she had closed her eyes, and
had been silently soaking up the wonderful sensation of his teeth against
sensitive skin.

"Oh, yes," she breathed, and an instant later,
"I'm sorry. I know you asked me to tell you—"

He chuckled. "Don't worry, beautiful. I think I'm
getting the message loud and clear."

Andras bent his head and returned to what he was doing,
alternating kisses and gentle bites. She began to squirm against his iron hold
on her wrists as the throbbing ache between her legs increased, and felt a
gratifyingly large bulge in his pants pressing against her crotch.  

"You know," he said thoughtfully, kissing her
shoulder. "I would find a moan or two very encouraging."

He bit down.

"Oh! Yes!" she said, a bit self-consciously. She
had never been a moaner or a screamer during sex. But he was making her feel so
very, very good...

That earned her a wry smile. "I guess I'm just going to
have to try harder."

She liked the sound of that, especially when he bent his
head and blew a soft breath across the top of her bosom. Katie arched, offering
her breasts. "Please."

"Mmmm, begging. That's almost as good as a moan."

He skimmed his lips over the rounded flesh exposed by the top
of her bra, then moved lower. Katie tensed in anticipation, but his lips barely
touched her nipples through the sheer, silky fabric, in a frustrating, fleeting
touch.

"Tell me what you want," he said, his mouth brushing
against one nipple with each word, stiffening it.

"Touch me," she said, raggedly. "Harder.
There. Please."

He took the tip of her breast between his lips, and sucked
at it through the fabric, flicking it with his tongue.

It felt good, but...

"More?" he asked. "Harder?"

"Yesssss...oh!" She started in surprise when he
bit her nipple. "Oh God, that's wonderful. Don't stop!"

He didn't, working magic on her breasts until she opened her
mouth, and found she was moaning.

"Keep your hands behind your back," he ordered,
and she obeyed, lacing together her fingers.

His hands came around and caressed her waist, her stomach,
her belly, then slid up to cup her breasts through the damp bra. He took each
nipple firmly between his thumb and forefinger

"It seems to me," he said, "that you like a
lot of stimulation here. Let me know when it becomes too much."

He pinched the tips of her breasts hard. She gasped and
squirmed on his lap as lightning shot down her spine.

"Status," he ordered. "Red, green,
yellow?"

She had to make an effort to concentrate. She just wanted to
close her eyes and let him do whatever he wanted while she melted, her insides
liquefying from the heat of his touch. "Uh, green.
Definitely
green.
Please do that again!"

He did, several times, rolling her nipples between his
fingertips with pressure just shy of bruising, then lightened up his touch.

After the rough treatment, she found her nipples felt
pleasantly sensitized, and now his tongue flicking against them through her bra
felt really good.

"Time to change positions," he said, and she
whimpered in protest when he stopped touching her breasts.

Comprehension took another few seconds. She gave him a silly
smile. "Sorry. I think you fried my circuits."

"And I've been enjoying every minute of it," he
told her, lifting her off his lap, and rising to his feet. "Lay down and
put your arms over your head."

She obeyed, the leather of the couch cool against her
shoulders and the backs of her legs. He reached into his pocket and pulled out
a length of ribbon. "I'm going to tie this around your wrists," he
said, "just as a reminder that I want you to keep your hands out of the
way."

"Okay," said Katie, and felt the satiny touch of
the ribbon around her wrists.

The restraint was very loose. In fact, if she wasn't
careful, the ribbon would slip right off. But she still felt strangely
vulnerable and exposed.

He stroked her belly, leaving shivers in his wake, and she
burned in anticipation of him reaching her panties.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"Really, really turned on," she answered.

"Good."

He moved to the end of the sofa, and took her feet into his
big hands.

Who would have thought a foot massage could be so erotic?
Her moan of pleasure this time was completely unprompted as his thumbs
pressed into the arch of each foot with just the right pressure.

"So you like that?" he asked, in a teasing tone.

With an effort, she opened heavy-lidded eyes. "Marry me,
please. My Mama told me that anyone who can cook
and
give a killer foot
massage is a keeper."

An odd expression flickered across his face before he
smiled. "That's quite a compliment."

"You bet," she answered. "I have high
standards. Cooking alone won't get you there."

His hands skimmed up her legs, thumbs caressing the soft
skin of her inner thighs. She opened her legs for him, and stiffened when he
brushed a light touch against the scrap of silky fabric between her legs. It
felt like an electric shock.

"Good?"

She nodded, hoping he would do that again.

Instead, he teased her with a fingertip tracing over her
belly, following the lacy line of her panties across her hips. "I want to
touch the rest of you now. May I do that?"

"Please," she whispered, her throat feeling
suddenly dry. This was the moment of truth? Was he going to try to make her
climax? Would he be disappointed if she couldn't reach it?

Maybe this time will be different.
She was pretty
sure she had never been this turned-on in her life.

She had a vision of Andras unzipping his pants and fucking
her on this couch. She wanted it. Badly.

Then she stopped thinking as he knelt next to the couch and eased
his hand under the top of her panties with tantalizing slowness.

She almost screamed when his fingertip slid over her swollen
clit, teasing it with a firm touch.

"How do you like this?"

She moaned, spreading her legs, and he continued.

His finger circled her with agonizing slowness, tracing each
swollen fold, dipping the barest fraction into her entrance before returning to
her clit, his touch slippery now with her arousal.

It felt so good, and he was so patient, circling and
stroking, teasing and caressing.

And her miserable body stayed exactly where it was—turned
on, but no closer to coming. She wanted to cry with disappointment, and felt her
arousal fade begin to fade as anxious thoughts crowded her mind.

Everything had been going so well, too! She had found his
dominant style a turn-on, and he had figured out exactly what she needed.

"Hey." His touch stilled, and she opened her eyes
to find him looking down at her with a concerned expression.

"You're worrying about taking too long, aren't you?
Stop that," he said, matter-of-factly. "I love doing this, love
watching you get closer and closer to the edge."

"But I'm not getting any closer," she confessed.
"I'm sorry. What you're doing feels so good, and I love it, but—"

"Don't apologize. Just tell me what you need."

"Fuck me," she begged.

He shook his head. "I don't think that's going to help
in this case. But maybe a bit more stimulation—do you want me to take things up
a notch? I have something you might like."

"Please," she begged.

He reached into his pocket and put something in his finger.
It looked like a medieval torture device, bristling with a cluster of soft
purple silicone spikes.

"No one's ever used one of these on you?"

She shook her head mutely.

"It's a fingertip vibrator. You'll have to let me know
if you like it." He turned it on low and slipped his hand back between her
legs.

She felt it brush over her clit, and gasped. It felt amazing,
all of the spikes vibrating separately, magnifying the sensations.

"Green?" he murmured.

"Oh God, yes!" She moaned, writhing.

"You're gorgeous like this, all flushed and turned
on," he whispered. "And I want to play with you for a while."

And he did, rolling her nipples with the fingers of one
hand, as his other hand stroked everywhere between her legs with the strange
little vibrator, but paying special attention to her clit.

Her arousal leapt up a level, but climax still seemed a
frustrating distance away.

"Would you like more stimulation now?" he asked,
as if reading her thoughts.

"Please!" Katie thrust her hips upward, begging.

In response, she saw him move the vibrator to his thumb and
adjust the control. The pitch went higher. "I've set this to High. That's
too much for most people—let me know if you need me to turn it down."

She arched as he moved his hand back between her legs and pushed
into her with three fingers, penetrating her with slick ease.

She was so turned on now that she was aching and swollen,
and it felt so good when he began to pump his fingers in and out of her,
pressing and rubbing, all the while teasing her clit with the vibrator on his
thumb.

As promised, the sensations from the little device were exquisitely
intense now, making her jump a little every time the collection of buzzing,
vibrating spikes brushed her.

She finally she felt herself approaching the edge of climax,
and clenched all of her belly muscles, willing it to come with all her
strength.

Abruptly, Andras switched off the vibrator and his fingers
stilled inside of her.

Why is he stopping now?
She looked up at him in
confusion and mute protest. "Please, just a little more! I'm so close
now," she begged.

He leaned over her, completely in control.

"I know," he said in a hard voice, "And I
want you to ask me for permission to come. Call me
sir
."

"P-please. Sir." She realized she loved this game,
stretched out before him, her hands tied and his hand between her legs,
controlling her.

"Please...what? Spell it out, Katie. Or I'll stop and
walk away." He began to slowly slide his fingers out of her.

What? He's really going to stop now?

"No! No, don't please!" Katie tried to squirm
against his retreating hand, seeking to recapture the fingers that had been
impaling her so nicely. "Please, I want to come. Sir!"

"Good enough," Andras said. "Now close your
eyes and come for me."

Katie obeyed, squeezing her eyes shut. She felt one hand
return to her breast, and pinch the nipple with shocking strength. At the same
moment, he turned the vibrator back on, pressing it firmly against her clit,
and curled his fingers inside her.

It felt like being on a rollercoaster: the long, slow ride
to the top, the brief anticipation-filled pause, and then the steep, sudden
plunge into free-fall. 

Katie threw back her head and gave a muffled scream as she
finally climaxed.

Andras expertly drew out her orgasm as she shuddered and
bucked under his strong hands, her inner flesh pulsing around his fingers in
wave after wave of pleasure.

As she started to come down, he withdrew his fingers and turned
the vibrator back down to low, caressing her through the aftershocks with
sensual patience.