His Four Poster Bed (Bedroom Secrets Series Book 2) (6 page)

“What do you want?” I whispered, playing with the buttons above my breasts. “You’re in charge Mr. Amador.”

“Am I?” he said, his eyes locked on mine eyebrows raised.

“Yes, please Mr. Amador.”

“Well then, take off your clothes Ms. Starr, slowly,” he said. He took a step away as if signaling to me that he wouldn’t come closer until I was done.

I started to unbutton my blouse.

“Wait,” he said, “Don’t move.”

He placed his hands on my hips and ran his palms along the curve of my body down my legs until they reached my feet. He raised one of my feet into the air and tenderly removed my high heel. Then he repeated the gesture with my other leg. I inhaled and shivered at the feeling of his hands on my hips and thighs. He was so close to the places I wanted him, where I needed him and he knew it. “Now you are ready,” he said, smiling. “Stand up while you undress.”

“Yes, Mr. Amador,” I said, standing in the center of the bed.

I pointed to my blouse, the top button.

He nodded and I proceeded to unbutton the blouse exposing a lacy black bra. I undid a few more buttons when he motioned for me to stop. “Wait,” he said. “The skirt first, I want to see your pussy.”

“Yes, Mr. Amador,” I whispered, the thrill of saying his name, of feeling under his control was a stronger aphrodisiac than I expected. I’d never allowed a man to command me like this and it made me feel weak with desire. Standing in my bra with my shirt half undone. I put my hand behind my back and fumbled with the zipper, it kept snagging.

“Turn around,” he said, and then I felt his hands on my waist massaging my hip bones. He traced a finger along the waist of my skirt sending shivers through my whole body. He unzipped my skirt and ran his hands along the cheeks of my ass.

“Take it off,” he said, and I heard him step away.

I started to turn. “Don’t turn around,” he said. “Take it off.”

Facing the wall, my breath coming faster than normal, I shimmied off my pencil skirt dropping it to my ankles and stepping out of it. We had never set any ground rules and I felt as if we were making up our own game as we went along but I loved it. I would wait. Marco would tell me what he wanted, and as long as this ended with his cock sliding deep inside my wet pussy, he could ask me for anything.

“Good,” he said. I could hear the intensity of his breath and wondered how long he’d make me stand here. I didn’t care. Then I heard him move towards me and I felt his hand on my ankle, he ran his hands up the inside of my thigh lingering at the space below my crotch, then he traced a finger up and down my pussy just outside of my panties.

“You wore beautiful underthings Ms. Starr,” he said. I could hear a smile in his face. “This pleases me. Did you wear these for me tonight?”

“The truth Mr. Amador,” I said, staring at the wall, aching to turn around and wrap my arms and legs around him. He played with my panties, running his fingers along the elastic, touching my lips gently with his fingertips.

“Always the truth.”

“I love wearing beautiful things,” I said, smiling.

“Raise your hands in the air and turn around,” Marco said.

I raised my hands and turned slowly wearing my black panties, bra, and white shirt. Marco took my hand and pulled me towards him. “I believe tonight should be about losing control,” he whispered. “Before we go further I wanted to ask you if you are all right. Are you enjoying this. We didn’t discuss . . .”

“I love it, please fuck me,” I said, squeezing his hand and pushing it against my crotch.

“All in good time,” he said, pulling his hands away. His hands on my shoulder he pushed the white button down off my body. Then he put his hands under the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs.

“Spread your legs,” he said.

Standing, I spread my legs. Marco leaned forward his mouth on my ankle and moving up the inside of my calf and then to my thigh. He spread my lips apart and ran his tongue in slow circles against my clit. I moaned and felt my legs tremble.

He put his hands on my backside and pressed his face against me harder, his tongue moving faster as I felt an orgasm begin to build. My breathing grew shallow and fast; I softly moaned as I leaned against the heat of his tongue.

“Come for me,” he whispered between kisses. “Come for me, I want to taste you when you come.”

“I’m going to fall,” I gasped, reaching out and putting my hands against his head.

“Come for me Ms. Starr,” He said his voice strong with a hint of that temper I’d seen the first night.

Hearing his command pushed me over the edge, I leaned into his tongue and gasped shaking and shuddering as the orgasm shook through my body. Then he was on the bed above me, gently lowering me to the mattress as I whimpered and shook.

“Shhhh, shhhhh,” he said, his mouth moving over my neck, my cheeks, and my mouth. I could taste myself, it was acidic and salty and it made me want to be fucked hard.

“You taste like sex,” I said, my head rolling back onto the softness of the bed.

“You are sex,” he said, his lips against mine. “I need to be inside you.”

“Please Mr. Amador.”

“Legs together. Hands over your head.”

I nodded my body tingling with excitement and need. Marco walked around the side of the bed and reached for my hands extending them over my head, scooting me towards one of the bedposts. With my eyes closed, I could think of nothing but him, his voice, his body, his touch. I felt that I existed for this. My body was made to respond to his voice, to his command, to his call. I no longer cared about keeping my love life uncomplicated; I no longer cared about my failed New Year’s resolution the only thing I wanted right then was Marco Amador. Was this love? I didn’t know, this was need, this was sex, this was the rawest form of fucking I’d ever experience and I wanted more. He’d tasted me, he’d teased me now I wanted him to fuck me until I couldn’t move.

“I want to own you tonight Ms. Starr,” he whispered. One of his hands moved up my blouse rubbing against my hardening nipples. “But I’m afraid we have a problem. You are wearing far too many clothes.”

“I’m sorry Mr. Amador,” I said, reaching for the buttons.

“No, let me,” he said grabbing the edge of my blouse. He hesitated and looked at me. “Shall we do this the fast way or the slow way.” He grinned wickedly, one eyebrow raised.

“Fast,” I said, putting my hand on top of his. “Rip it. Rip it now. Please.”

“Good answer,” he said, grabbing my blouse and tearing the remaining buttons open. Then his mouth was on mine, and his hand was between my legs pressing softly against my still throbbing pulse. It was almost painful to be so stimulated after coming so quickly. Marco’s kisses were electric pulses of energy racing through my body, lighting me up in all the right places. This was the most delicious making out, this was my body aching for more. We pulled apart at last gasping and breathless.

“Sit up,” He said, his fingers on the clasp of my bra. He unhooked it with one hand. My breasts exposed he dropped his mouth to my chest his tongue running towards my nipples. He explored each breast with his hands and his tongue sucking and biting with just enough pressure. My head rocked back and I raised my hips up in the air legs spreading. Marco was playing with me perfectly. I was naked and exposed but I didn’t feel powerless I felt empowered to let go, to be free, to spread my legs and moan and drip with wetness and please him. In pleasing him, I would be pleased. I wanted to moan for him, to come for him. I needed to be fucked, badly.

“May I ask you a question Mr. Amador?” I asked, between kisses. I could feel another orgasm building as he caressed my nipples and my clit.

“Yes, you may,” he said, grinning. I think he was as pleased as I at how quickly we’d embraced these roles.

“Would you like me to take your clothes off now?”

“Yes, please Ms. Starr.” He sat up and stood at the edge of the bed. I moved towards him, running my hands along the waistband of his jeans and slid my fingers up his chest. I stripped off his black turtleneck running my hands along his smooth tan chest and his beautifully inked arm.

We stopped kissing for a moment and I undid the button of his jeans pulling them down over his hips. I got off the bed and turned him around so I could help him step out of each leg.

He stood in front of me wearing black fitted boxers. His erection pushed against the front of his underwear. I took my hand and placed it against his throbbing hardness pressing softly up and down as I stood on tiptoe and kissed him. He responded rocking against my hand and pressing his tongue between my lips. Then my arms were around his lower back and he held me, our lips fused together. For a moment, the games were over. I was no longer his obedient lover, he was no longer my commander, my ruler, we were just ourselves and we were suddenly one. I felt a tremendous warmth through my whole body and a still sense of peace as we stood there entangled our naked bodies pressed together.

I gasped and pulled away for him a moment. His eyes met mine with the same startled look. He stared at me, his eyes narrowing and his lips turning in a sad smile. “I should have met you years ago, you could have changed everything for me,” he whispered. “We may not have forever, but I will take as many moments I can get with you Odessa,” he said, dropping my surname.

“I don’t understand,” I whispered kissing him and sliding my hand inside his shorts and grabbing his shaft.

“It doesn’t matter,” he whispered. “I need you, I need you now.”

He lifted me up again and placed me on the bed right in the middle of the mattress. Then he reached into one of the night stands next to the bed. He pulled out a condom and a long black scarf which he held between his hands and snapped it in the air.

I looked at the scarves and the bedposts. I had known this was where we were going the moment I’d met this man and seen his bed, I had hoped for it, I craved it.

“What do you think? He said, nodding towards from the scarf to the bedpost.

“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, please Mr. Amador,” I said. Game on.

“Raise your hands up,” he said and I obeyed.

My heart racing, he ran his tongue along the inside of my arm and I felt the cool silk of the scarf against my right wrist and a sense of tightening as he secured my arm to the bedpost. He followed by securing the left arm as well.

“Look at you,” he whispered, running the palm of his hand across my breasts, my nipples immediately hardening and tingling in response.

I had a brief flicker of doubt. Was I crazy allowing a man I barely knew to tie me to his bed? But I could not escape the feeling that I belonged with Marco. Every cell in my body said yes and I ached to feel him inside me.

I was anchored to each bedpost my legs spread. “Can you move?” Marco asked, as I tugged on the restraints, a surge of adrenaline moved through my body when I felt the containment. I felt trapped but unafraid, I lay before him completely prone.

“I can’t move,” I whispered breathless and aching for him.

I stared at him as he sat back on his knees between my legs. He sheathed himself with the condom and rubbed my clit in circles then leaned forward taking my nipple into his mouth.

My body tensed with growing pleasure and I spread my legs apart wider as I felt his hips pressing between my legs then the hard tip of his cock pushing against my wetness. I raised my hips up, my arms pulling at the restraints. I wanted to wrap my arms around him but found my movements constrained to my hips and my pussy, it was frustrating and incredibly hot.

Then I felt him pushing inside me, my wetness welcomed him and I felt the sides of my body opening for him, straining and stretching as I took in the enormity of him, he pushed in so deeply that I cried out, arching back.

“Are you okay?” he suddenly asked. “Do you want me to take these off . . .” He reached for the scarves.

“No, no. Don’t stop,” I said, arching against him again, I felt him move in and out of me, his lips against mine. With one arm above me, he ran his fingers across my clit with the other as he rocked inside me faster and faster. The way he pressed down against my body and pulled out, he was rubbing against my g-spot. I could feel the tightening building inside my body, that telltale buzz that made my eyes blurry. “Oh, please, please, more,” I murmured as he rocked in and out of me, faster and faster until I heard him gasp. “Are you ready, are you?”

“Now, now, now,” I screamed as an orgasm rippled through me, I felt him push into me and the throbbing pulse of his cock deep inside me as we came together. My body felt satisfied in a way that I’d never felt with any other lover. I lay there shivering and shaking, my body dripping with sweat as Marco pulsed inside of me.

“Odessa Starr,” he whispered pulling slowly out of me, I heard him take off the condom and reach for a towel. “How am I ever going to let you out of this bed.”

“I have no idea,” I whispered, eyes closing. “Well, first you will untie me.”

“Right, yes, of course,” he laughed, his hands gently untying the knots. “That was fun. And a bit spontaneous. Are you sure you are all right with playing like that?”

“That was an amazing surprise,” I said, unable to hide my satisfied smile. I had broken all of my rules and I’d been rewarded with the best sex of my life and I didn’t want it to stop. It wasn’t just that I wanted Marco right then, I felt as though I needed him. I had never felt a need like this with any lover.

“You know, we could have more fun,” he said, lying beside me, his fingers traced down my body, palm resting between my legs. “You realize we need to do that again.”

“I know, I know, I know,” I said, half laughing as I put my arm around his chest and rested my head in that wonderful spot between his body and arm. I felt as though he were formed for me, his body shaped to penetrate and hold me like no one else’s.

“What is it with this bed anyway,” I said, looking at the four posters. “Does it cast a spell on women?”

“Only you Ms. Starr. From now on this bed and my body belong only to you,” Marco said, and his mouth was against my lips. I felt him harden and he rolled on top of me, my legs spreading in response.