And then he moved onto the bed, parting her legs. He settled between her thighs and…looked at her down there.
The excitement of being on display warred with embarrassment, and she jerked at her arms. She couldn't move. She tried to put her legs together, but he was in the way. He gripped her knees and ruthlessly pushed them back out—even farther than before. Cool air brushed over her wet pussy as her folds opened.
“Rona, either keep your legs apart—just like this—or I will restrain them. Which?”
Right now, the thought of added bondage seemed more scary than exciting. “I'll behave. Sir.”
“Good. I enjoy watching you struggle to obey.” His hands grazed up her inner thighs to the very edge of her pussy, and his thumbs pulled her outer labia more open, exposing her fully. He bent, and his tongue slid through her folds, dancing up and down, tracing patterns around her entrance, before finally moving up to the aching center of nerves.
That huge clit. She was so aroused that the throbbing there felt like torture. She barely had time to wonder how being licked would feel when he took it completely into his mouth. Devastating pleasure blasted through her. “Oh Lord!”
Her hips lifted uncontrollably. His hands pressed her flat, giving her no chance to move, and then he blew lightly on her clit.
The coolness tensed it further, and her legs shook. A whine escaped her.
His tongue circled the puffy ball of flesh, and her stomach clutched at the electrifying feeling.
“Your clit is here”—he touched it, and the startling sensation made her jump—“and the hood is all the way back here.” Another light touch.
She moaned. He spread her moisture around and over the nub, each leisurely stroke an exquisite torment.
“It's so far out that I can tug on it.” His thumb and fingers closed, and each tiny pull just intensified the sensation.
More, oh, please, more
. She bent her knees and pushed her hips up.
He slapped her thigh. The stinging pain shocked through her, and yet her clit pulsed even more fiercely.
“You will stay in place, sub.” The low growl set her heart to pounding. “And you will take everything I give you.”
His mouth replaced his fingers. Oh God, so hot. His tongue swirled around her clit, rubbing one side and the other, ruthlessly driving her up. Her head tipped back as every muscle in her body tightened…and held.
And then he sucked.
A blinding explosion ripped into her, great, shuddering spasms. She screamed. He didn't stop. Instead he mercilessly teased her nub with light flicks of his tongue, sending waves of pleasure reverberating through her system.
When he finally granted her mercy, she groaned. Her heart pounded so violently, her chest felt bruised from the inside, and a fine sweat covered her body. Nothing had ever felt like this before. She opened her eyes and stared at him.
His cheek creased as he smiled at her. “You come beautifully, but a little too fast.” He nipped the inside of her thigh, and her vagina clenched. “I'll make you work for the next one, lass.”
Next one
? She wasn't the insane one; he was.
With strong hands, he flipped her over and onto her bent knees. When she tried to rise, he dragged her down the bed until her arms straightened, stretched toward the headboard.
She dropped her head to rest on her upper arm. “Simon?”
“Who?”
Her insides quaked at his icy voice. Just as he'd exposed her most intimate parts, this demand seemed to open hidden caverns inside her, spilling her secrets of need. Of desire. But he'd already known…known that she wanted this, wanted him to do whatever he desired. She'd been the one in denial. But that word he wanted her to say demanded even more of her than just exposure. No. “Sir, what are you doing?”
His hands ran over her body, firm and possessive, placing her for his pleasure. “Rona, I'm going to take you now.”
She heard the crinkling of a condom wrapper, and her muscles stiffened in anticipation.
His cock pressed against her, and he stroked the head in her wetness, sending a shiver of hunger through her. Then he entered her with a steady, unyielding push.
She was very wet, and despite that, her body tried to resist as her vagina stretched around the unaccustomedly large intrusion. But oh sweet heavens, he felt good, filling the emptiness inside her.
Of course, she'd not get off this time, but how cool that she'd climaxed even once this first time together. She'd enjoy it when he got off.
He chuckled and squeezed her bottom. “Thinking again, lass?” Only halfway in, now he pulled back, and the friction stroking through her folds sent tension riding up her spine. He pushed in faster, then in and out, farther with each thrust, until his hips rubbed against her bottom. The startling fullness squeezed her swollen clit, and it throbbed with building desire.
She wiggled her hips, moving him inside her, and he laughed. “Still too much mobility, I see. Next time, I'll hog-tie you.” The image sent a thrill through her.
“But for now, we'll do it this way.” He pushed her lower legs apart, until she balanced precariously on her widespread knees. As he massaged her bottom, the movements made him slide inside her and sent zings of fire through her. Her inability to resist upped the intensity in a frightening way.
“Good,” he murmured in satisfaction, and his hands secured her hips, anchoring her completely as he started to move. Out, in. Gently, then harder, pulling her back on her haunches to meet his hard thrusts. She struggled in his grip as her excitement steadily rose, and his merciless possession fueled the fire until each thrust sent flares of pleasure through her. Her mind hazed as need built to the explosion point. She clenched around him, nerves screaming, hovering on the precipice.
And then he leaned forward, his chest hot against her back, as he supported himself on one arm. His free hand slid around to her front, and she felt his fingers slide through her folds, finding her sensitive, swollen clit. He rubbed one side as his thick cock thrust into her, rubbed the other side with another thrust. He didn't stop, even as uncontrollable tremors shook her.
Her puffy flesh engorged, becoming so taut and sensitive that she moaned with each touch of his fingers. One more…harder… Something…to make her come. Her trembling legs strained to lift her to his cock…or lower her to his hand—she didn't know what she wanted.
More
. “Please,” she whimpered.
“Please what, love?” His voice, intense, unbending. His rough jaw scraped her shoulder. His touch and thrusts never slowed.
Please do more, please
… Not the words he demanded. “Master,” she whispered. “Please.”
“Nothing would please me more than to fulfill your request.” He leaned back, balanced on his knees. His palm compressed her mound as his fingers opened her folds widely, increasing the pressure on her clit. As he rammed into her, hard and fast, the slickened fingers of his other hand slid up and down her clit, plucking it gently. Up and down, thrust, up and down, thrust. Everything inside her coiled tighter and tighter, her hips tried to move, to get… He gripped her mercilessly, forcing her to take only what he wanted to give her.
Up and down
. Suddenly his cock angled and hit something incredibly sensitive inside her.
Her neck arched back, and then her climax surged upward from her pelvis, a volcanic eruption of heat and pleasure, one explosion after another until even her fingertips tingled. “
Oh, oh, oh
!”
She bucked against his strong arms, and he held her in place, forcing her to take more as he stroked her gently, inside and out.
Her head dropped onto her arm as she gasped for breath, the tremors easing. She'd never…never come like that, been so lost to everything. Tears burned her eyes as he kissed her neck, murmuring how beautiful she was, how much she pleased him. Her breathing slowed as he soothed her like a nervous filly.
When she slumped, his arms flexed, keeping her up. “Not quite yet, pet.”
His hands moved to clasp her hips. He pumped into her in short, powerful strokes and then thrust deep. She had only a second to feel his cock jerking inside her with his release, and then he squeezed her swollen clit. She screamed as another explosion shook her very foundation.
Her pussy milked the last spasm out of his cock like a hot fist, even as the little sub's shoulders flattened onto the bed. Her hair spilled over her arms, and her skin was a creamy white against the royal blue of the bed quilt. She was utterly beautiful in her surrender. He remained in place for a moment, savoring the tiny shudders that rippled through her body at intervals, before pulling out. He quietly used the bathroom to remove the condom.
She hadn't moved when he returned. After unclipping the chain—she looked so pretty in cuffs that he left them on—he lay down beside her and gathered her against his side, settling her head in the hollow of his shoulder. With a soft sigh, she snuggled into him like a well-fed kitten, draping an arm across his chest and a leg over his thigh.
Cuddly and responsive, smart and submissive. He'd known her such a short time, and yet she filled the emptiness inside him. He wanted to keep her. Right here. In his bed.
In his home.
He rubbed a hand up and down her back. A few seconds later she patted his chest and stroked him in return. As thoroughly as he'd used her and as she'd come, her body must be as exhausted as her mind—yet she still tried to give something back. The woman warmed his heart, and his arm pulled her closer. Damned if he'd let her go.
Unlike a relationship that moved gradually from friendship into love, his feelings for Rona had bloomed suddenly, like the mountain wildflowers of his birthplace. Even at first, Rona hadn't seemed like a stranger. He'd known her. Much like when he'd arrived in San Francisco and something inside him had said,
This place. I belong here.
He felt the same with Rona.
She belongs here. With me.
As she snuggled against him, he touched one breast, smiling at the still-puffy, reddened nipple. When he plucked the velvety peak, he felt the sensation jolt through her. Yes, the way she responded to him, to his voice and his body, said that part of her acknowledged the tie. But her practical brain wouldn't accept something so illogical.
She was a stubborn woman. He admired that.
Dammit
. She'd set her course and wasn't the type to lightly turn aside. Made a dom want to bring out the flogger.
Chapter Seven
Rona's head rested on Simon's shoulder, and under her hand on his chest, his heart beat with slow thuds. The room smelled of sex and his subtle cologne. When he pulled her closer, she let him, needing that comfort as a barrier against the lost feeling creeping through her. The knowledge of how alone she'd be in a few minutes. When he let her go.
That just didn't make any sense. She'd just had good—no, fantastic—sex, but now… She blinked back the tears stinging her eyes.
His arm around her tightened, and his free hand caressed her cheek. “Lass—”
“We need to get up,” she interrupted quickly, her voice husky. He knew. And she didn't want to talk about it. About anything.
His hand paused, and his chest rose and fell in a silent sigh. “All right. I am the host, I suppose.” He stroked her hair back behind her ear. “But we will talk of what is troubling you later.”
The gentleness and yet the determination in his voice made her eyes burn again. Why did he have to be so…so perfect? Damn him. He'd already sucked her into wanting him, despite her vow to find other men first. She'd never felt like this before.
I belong here
. The thought sparked her to moving—she'd been comfortable with her husband too, and look how that had turned out.
So maybe she hadn't found Mark as totally hot or been taken so thoroughly or come so hard—twice—or…
Crom, can I get more illogical
? She pushed herself up and off the bed. “Well, um, thank you for a great time.”
Still sprawled on the bed, Simon put his arms behind his head and watched her with a quiet, steady gaze. “You are quite welcome.”
“I'm going back downstairs now.” She needed to find someone to help her get her mind off this…overwhelming man. She pulled on the Santa coat, wishing for the damned belt to hold it shut. Hopefully her bra and thong were still in the living room.
“For speaking and trying to leave without permission, you are fined your underwear,” Simon said, his voice level, without a hint of humor. “You may continue to wear the coat.”
“But—”
“Do you desire to forfeit the coat also?”
She shook her head. But no underwear? She looked down. Oh heavens. Her nipples remained a vivid red, and almost fluorescent in color, her clit still poked out from between her labia. She yanked the coat shut.
Simon rose to his feet. Without speaking, he peeled her coat open and cupped her breasts in his hands. She grabbed his wrists, then dropped her arms when his jaw turned stern. Mercilessly, he teased her nipples into rigid points, continuing until her toes curled into the rug.
“Now you may return downstairs. And, Rona?” He tipped her chin up, forcing her to look at him. “I enjoy seeing your breasts and pussy, and for tonight, I will permit my guests to also share in the sight. So if I see you holding the coat closed, I'll take it from you.”
Her throat shut at the look in his eyes. Dark, possessive…heady.
“What do you say to me, sub?”
“Yes, Mas—”
No no no. He isn't
. “Yes, Sir.”
His mouth compressed, and she saw the muscle in his jaw flex. “That isn't correct, but I'll let it pass for now. I think you will change your mind, Rona,” he said softly, running his finger over her lips.
“No. I won't.” She backed away from him and out of the bedroom.
I mustn't
. She remembered the long, boring years of inane conversation, of lying beside her husband, wondering where even the tiny passion they'd shared had gone; the times when they did make love in the missionary position, and if Mark felt greatly daring—or had had a few drinks—from behind.