Surrender to Temptation (8 page)

I gasped as he tugged lightly at my nipples, wetness surging between my thighs in response. It was a long moment, and yet another tug, before I could find the words to answer.

“Because the first time I saw you, that was what I thought.” I arched my back, pressing my breasts more fully into his hands. “I thought that everything about you was dark.”

Zach's hands stilled, and then he removed them entirely. A chill hit my flesh at the loss of heat, and I swallowed a groan as I heard him stand.

I sensed him circle me once, slowly, and I felt his eyes on me, drinking in the sight of my naked flesh. I strained to see beneath the edges of the blindfold, but he had secured it so that my world was nothing but black.

He moved to stand in front of me. I held my breath.

The rasp of a zipper unlocking its metal teeth broke the silence in the room.

“Have you ever had a cock in your mouth, Devon?”

I should have been shocked at the brash question, but instead found myself shifting, rubbing my thighs together, feeling the pressure on my clit.

“Y-yes.” The memories of the times that I had made me want to wrinkle my nose—not a single one of them had been pleasant for me.

Zach stepped closer and placed his palm flat on the back of my head. He pulled my cheek to the jut of his now-naked hipbone, and I inhaled deeply, wanting to nuzzle into the flesh that smelled so deliciously of him.

“You are going to take my cock into your mouth, Devon.” I opened my mouth before he finished speaking, eager to please, and he chuckled.

“Not just yet.” The muscles above his hip stretched tight as he leaned over. Seconds later I heard the clink of ice against glass again.

“Open your mouth.” Eyes wide under the blindfold, I parted my lips. He pressed the glass against them, then tilted it so that the liquid—cognac again—flowed into my mouth.

“Don't swallow.” I shuddered as the fumes hit the back of my throat, then gagged a bit with discomfort as a small wedge of ice lodged itself against the tender skin at the inside of my cheek. I felt the insides of my nose sting and my eyes begin to water as the potent alcohol pressed against my tongue.

“Now.” Cupping my chin with his hand, he tilted my chin up, guiding me where he wanted me to go.

I felt the slick tip of his cock slide between my lips, and the slightest hint of salt mixed with the taste of the liquor.

“Ungh.” I panicked momentarily, not sure that I could breathe. The fingers at the back of my head moved in a circle, caressing my hair soothingly. I felt myself relax into the touch.

“Now swallow.” Zach pushed a fraction farther into my mouth as I inhaled deeply through my nose, then swallowed around his cock. The cognac burned my throat, and the ice stayed lodged between my cheek and his shaft, strange sensations all, but hearing his breath rasp in and then out had satisfaction flooding through me.

Zach was still inside of me for a long moment. Not sure of what he wanted me to do, I tentatively flicked my tongue over the head of his shaft, licking at the salt that I found there.

He hissed and pulled back until only the very tip was between my lips.

“Stay still.” Both of his hands were fisted in my hair now, and when he tugged at the length of my ponytail I found myself thrilling to the sharp sting.

“I'm going to fuck your mouth, Devon. I want you to stay just as you are while I do.” His breathing was coming harder, and I loved that I was the one who had pulled the reaction from him. Feeling daring, I slipped my tongue out between my lips, sliding it down his shaft, dislodging the sliver of ice that remained.

He growled, tugging at my hair again in warning. I stilled, though inwardly I smiled.

“You won't be able to speak. If it becomes too much for you, I want you to give me the peace sign.” He slid back and forth experimentally, just the tiniest bit, and I pressed my lips more tightly around him.

“Try to open your throat. I want you to take all of me.” I wasn't sure what he meant until he pressed forward with his hips, sliding his shaft slowly into my mouth and beyond. I felt the head of his cock nudging at the back of my throat, and I tensed, gagging, again feeling that strange sensation of not being able to breathe.

He stilled, giving me a moment to adjust. After a long moment, I found that I didn't mind my mouth being filled with him in this way. To let him know that I was okay, I pressed my lips around the base of his shaft, tugging slightly.

“Stop that.” He didn't sound displeased. Slowly, he pulled back out, and then I found myself shifting all of my focus to keeping my mouth and throat opened wide as he began to fuck me as promised.

He moved in and out, varying the depth and the firmness of his thrusts. I moaned around him, wanting to do more than be simply a receptacle, but every time I flicked my tongue over his flesh he pulled my hair, reminding me to do only as he said.

I narrowed my eyes at his order. I heard his breath come faster, but he didn't otherwise answer my unspoken plea for permission to please him.

Surely he wasn't going to complain if I went against his orders and did more with my mouth than open it?

Swallowing around the girth of his cock, I wrapped my lips more tightly around his shaft. Tracing my tongue along the ridge that bordered the head of his erection, I began to suck hard, hollowing my cheeks with every pull of my mouth.

“Devon!” My name was a gasp; I could hear both protest and hunger in his tone. “No . . . no!”

His movements at odds with his words, he thrust his hips forward into the hot, wet cavern of my mouth, then again, groaning.

Euphoria rushed through me as I realized how much satisfaction my mouth was giving him. Emboldened, I ran my teeth delicately under the head of his erection.

“Fuck!” With what seemed to be a supreme effort, Zach placed a hand on either side of my face, holding me still as he pulled back. His shaft left my mouth with a wet popping sound. Before I could even close my mouth Zach had lifted me by my elbows, pulling me to my feet.

Gently he slid a finger between the silk of the blindfold and my skin, tugging the fabric off of my head.

I blinked as my eyes were uncovered, the dim light seeming far brighter than it was.

When he caught my chin in his hand and forced me to look up, I could sense the force of his blue-eyed glower.

“I told you to stop.” His voice was rough and firm.

What had I done? I had pleased him with my mouth—he couldn't deny that. And yet I felt as if I were in deep trouble somehow.

The sensation was a strange one to combine with the craving that I still felt for him.

“Do you know what happens when you disobey me?” Zach leaned in until his lips were a whisper from my own. I tilted my chin up farther, waiting for his kiss.

It didn't come. Instead strong arms were wrapped tightly around my waist. Zach sat on the bed, pulling me so that I sprawled over his lap. I let out an undignified squeak as he shifted back on the king-sized mattress, pulling me with him until my breasts pressed into the soft black cotton duvet on one side of his lap, and my knees on the other.

No
. My breath caught in my throat as even my fairly chaste mind realized what he had positioned me for.

“Oh!” My cheeks flushed scarlet, and I wiggled in his lap, fully aware that I wore nothing but a pair of damp, sheer cotton panties.

Surely he didn't plan to . . . normal people didn't . . .

“I am going to spank you, Devon.” He said it. He actually said it. My mouth fell open, and I squirmed on his lap.

He chuckled, the sound dark and sensual, and ran a hand over the mounds of my ass.

“This is what will happen to you when you disobey me in any way. Do you understand?” His hand on my ass stilled, and he seemed to be waiting for an answer.

I had so many thoughts running through my head, and yet nothing to say.

An undeniable thrill had coursed through me when he had told me what he was about to do, one that made my nipples tingle and my clit pulse with need. And yet . . .

“Remember, Devon, I'll stop whenever you tell me to.” I opened my mouth to do just that, but the words wouldn't come.

Did I actually want to stop?

Zach continued, his hands again smoothing over the skin of my behind, stroking soothingly, as if he were gentling a skittish animal.

“I've asked you once before to forget about what you think you should say. Move past that, and think about what you truly want, right at this moment.”

I sucked air in through clenched teeth. I knew my answer without having to think on it . . . Zach was entirely correct when he said that I was protesting because it was what I thought I
should
do.

I inhaled deeply and squeezed my eyes shut. I willed my body to relax in his lap, surrendering myself to his touch.

“You please me very much, Devon.” His fingers strayed lower, tracing the crevice of my ass. Pinching the material of my panties in his fingers, he tugged at the cloth, creating a sudden and delicious pressure against my clit.

“Will it hurt?” I buried my face in my arms and the crisp cotton of the duvet as I spoke. Though I had admitted what I wanted, I still felt mortified.

“It will.” Zach's voice held no trace of sympathy as I thought that it might. “But as you discovered in my office this afternoon, pain is often the gateway to much, much pleasure.”

Without warning, his hand slapped down over the right cheek of my ass. My entire body jolted, tensing at the sting as I cried out loud.

The soothing circles of his touch returned, and I smelled the musk of wetness that flooded to my pussy even as I tried to regain control of my thoughts.

“If you want to say ‘no,' do it now.” Zach shifted underneath me, and I felt the impossibly hard ridge of his erection press into the soft flesh of my belly. I pressed down against it, and he warned me to stop with a sharp tap of his fingers, right over the juncture of my thighs.

“I thought that I could use my safe word?” My voice was breathless. I tried to hold still.

Dammit, I
wanted
that sharp sting on my ass.

Zach paused, and I could feel the darkness that descended upon him from time to time thickening the air around us. Finally he spoke, and he was as serious as I had ever heard him.

“You may use the safe word, and I will stop.” Something in his tone told me that what he was saying was of great importance to him. “But I need you to understand that you can trust me. The entire point of all of this is for you to trust me. I will push you past your limits, and I will take you to places within yourself that you never knew existed. But to do that,
you must trust me
.”

I understood. If I used my safe words, this—whatever
this
was—was over.

I was terrified.

I wanted him anyway.

I found that my throat had dried up so that I couldn't speak. Instead I arched my back, raising my ass higher in surrender.

Zach's sharp intake of breath sounded loudly in the thick air of the room.

“I am going to give you twelve blows, six to each cheek.” His voice was tense with excitement. I sucked in more air than my lungs could hold, nerves skittering over my skin.

Twelve
blows? Surely that was excessive?

“One.” Before I could argue or plead, the first blow landed on my right cheek, the sound of his open palm striking my flesh a crack as loud as thunder.

“Aah!” The skin where he had struck burned. I shifted awkwardly, uncomfortably aware of the discomfort.

“Two.” His open hand landed on my other cheek. I cried out again as heat suffused my skin.

Three. Four. Nine. Ten. I counted each cry that I made as the blows fell, my skin burning hotter with every one. I thought that twelve would never come.

“Twelve!” I began to shake as he finished, not from an overdose of pain but from the onslaught of emotions that had overtaken me. I was embarrassed, and excited, and angry, and above all aroused. From above me I could hear Zach's breath, which was coming fast and heavy. I could feel his cock beneath me, and the unmistakable rigidity of his erection.

“Your ass is so pretty and pink right now.” Inexplicably, my spirits lifted at Zach's praise. I had pleased him, and that in turn pleased me.

I began to squirm again, knowing that his eyes traveled over the blushing skin of my behind. The blows had reverberated through me, and I was wetter than I had ever been, desperate for his touch.

“Do you know why you needed to be spanked, Devon?” Catching my panties in his fingers again, Zach pulled lightly. I gasped as the material pressed tightly over my clit, which by that point was engorged and sensitive.

“Yes . . . no.” He pulled again, this time sliding the material up and back. I gasped as it dragged along my clit, the crack of my ass, and then was pulled back the other way.

“Zach . . . please.” I pressed against the mind-numbing sensation. When I moved greedily he stilled, and I could feel his stern disapproval.

“You're going to have to learn to trust me, Devon.”

A sob caught in my throat. I had never been so overwhelmed, so full of need.

Only once I was again still did Zach resume his actions, tugging my panties this way and that, stimulating my clit and spreading the sensation all the way through to my other, forbidden entrance.

“I spanked you because you disobeyed me. You need to realize that when I give you an order, I have a reason.” With one hand he continued to tug at the cloth of my panties, teasing my clit. The other nuzzled through the damp curls beneath the cotton and deftly parted my folds.

His finger slipped inside of me, sampling my heat. I choked on my moan as he began to move inside of me with that finger in the way I wished he would with his cock.

“You . . . seemed . . . to like it . . . at the time.” I was panting, my body beginning to clench in anticipation of a delicious release that I had only ever experienced with him. As soon as I spoke, his fingers stilled.