As she had since they’d begun their accord as she insisted on calling it, Rosie met the limo in the underground garage and accompanied him to the penthouse where they’d spend the rest of the night. Hopefully, Sam thought, in the bedroom.
He’d agreed to cancel most of his engagements. It hadn’t been much of a concession on his part, not only would it keep her safer, it gave him unlimited access to her body. And since she’d moved back in with him, he’d made it a point to leave work on time. Why chain himself to a desk when he could make love to her on his bed? Or in the bath? Or on the floor in front of the living room fireplace?
He hung back, letting her take the lead and Andy trail him. It wasn’t a sacrifice-he enjoyed watching the tips of her tattoo peek out from her jeans as she walked down the hall. He’d traced the butterfly tattooed on the small of her back the first night she’d fallen asleep curled up beside him, and researched it the next day. A Blue Morpho Butterfly. Did she realize that Morpho was an epithet for Venus and Aphrodite? How appropriate.
That first night of their accord, he’d gloated that she’d come to him, seeking acceptance into his realm. He’d thrilled when her lips parted to let him plunder. He’d exulted when she’d begged him to fuck her, digging her tiny heels into his ass and clutching him to her.
But her orgasm, her body clenching his cock, milking him, had been a transcendental experience that left his body shaking, and his wits scattered. Each time he’d made love to her after that, she’d taken him to heights he’d never flown before.
She’d been a delight-quick with a retort yet other times soft spoken. Quick to arouse, yet slow to satisfy. Demanding, yet willing to concede him the lead on occasion-which was more often than not. But she’d also been a challenge because he sensed a part of her holding back. A hidden core, a secret place he wanted to reveal, to explore, to conquer. But it was time to start introducing her to what life with him meant. Something he had to be very careful to do without losing her trust.
Once Andy gave the all clear that no one had entered the apartment, Sam followed Rosie in. As she shut the door, he dragged off his tie. When he heard the lock click, he used his weight and strength to trap her against the door.
Time to see if she would stick it out or cut and run.
“You up for a little game tonight, Rosebud?”
“Ye-e-s.” She drew out her agreement so the word contained three syllables. From the way her tongue swiped across her lips and her hand touched her hair, he could tell she was at the very least curious if not outright aroused. Maybe she’d been here thinking about him all day the same way he’d been thinking about her.
He pulled off his tie, then dragged his tie over her fingers and up her arm, drew it across her forehead. “In case you haven’t realized it, I prefer things in the bedroom spicy rather than sweet.”
“I don’t mind a little jalapeno, but why do I feel you’re talking hallucination-inducing habanero spicy?”
Locking his hands together beneath her behind, he lifted her until she could look him in the eye, then he kissed the tip of her nose. “Maybe because you’re getting to know me.”
“As long as you don’t tell me you want to dress up like a baby and have me mother you. Because, I just am not into that.”
He snorted. “No, that’s not my particular kink.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re not planning on bringing another woman in, are you? Because if you are, I’ll kick your ass from here to California. I’m fairly liberal, but I’m not about to get it on with a woman just so you can get off.”
Damn, he loved her sass. The things he could teach her, show her. What a thrill it was going to be watching her learn to submit, teaching her how to let go of all the rules society had crammed down her throat.
“No women. Fine. But you shouldn’t knock something ’til you’ve tried it.”
“Uh-uh.” She rolled her eyes. “Why is it guys are so big on threesomes? Why do you get off on watching two women going at it? How would you feel if I asked another guy to join us? How would you feel watching me blow him?”
He started to say he had no objection at all, even hoped she’d agree to such an arrangement, but then he tried to imagine having to watch another man touch her breasts, her sweet pussy, watch her lips close around another man’s cock. Nope, not happening. Not in this lifetime. “You’re mine, Rosie. No other man is ever going to touch you.”
What the hell was that all about? He understood when Mark had gotten angry in the summer, but Mark loved Jodi enough to make her his wife, though the idiot hadn’t seen it until he’d been tied up and helpless. That was the whole point of that night. So why was he reacting like a green-eyed monster about having a mйnage with Rosie and another guy? He hadn’t felt this way since…Jill. Damn. Nope, that was SO not happening.
“I’m my own person, Sam,” Rosie said stiffly.
“Never said you weren’t. Far as I’m concerned, while I’m with you there are no others for either of us. Agreed?” He hadn’t given anyone that promise in a long time. What the hell was he doing?
“If I didn’t agree, I wouldn’t be here with you.” She wrapped her hands around his neck and cocked her head to one side, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Now, tell me. What’s your big kinky secret?”
He took a deep breath, knowing she might turn around and walk out the door with the next statement. “I’m a Dominant, Rosie.”
He almost missed her whispered “You’re tellin’ me.”
Damn, she hadn’t understood. All right. Time for a little showin’. Because tellin’ definitely would have her runnin’ out the door. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes, of course.” A puzzled look crossed her face, and her voice tinged with caution.
“Would you let me blindfold you?”
“Oh, is that all you’re talking? Sheesh, here you are making me think you’re into something kinky, and all you’re talking is about blindfolding me? Spicy he says,” she muttered. “That’s not even comparable to black pepper.”
Her quick response told him she’d probably been blindfolded during sex before. Good. Though curiously, he found himself jealous that she had allowed another man to control her.
When she’d wound down and stopped grumbling, he asked, “Would you let me tie you up?”
A wicked grin lit her face. “As long as I get to tie you up and have my way with you the next time.”
His cock twitched and hardened. If she only knew the challenge she was presenting, and how it was stronger than any chemical aphrodisiac. “We’ll discuss that. Later. But for now…” He tossed her over his shoulder and carried her into the bedroom, ignoring her curses.
Once he’d set her down at the end of his bed, she asked, “Do I need a safe word?”
“You know about them?” Maybe she’d already dabbled in his world. That would explain her acquiescence. Was he playing things too cautiously?
She shrugged “I’m not a vestal virgin, you know.”
Yeah, he knew. And thanked his lucky stars for it every night she stayed with him. So how far should he push her? “What types of things have you done, Rosebud?”
A delightful blush crept up her neck and over her cheeks. “Not as much as I think you have, but more than I’ll admit to my mother. So what else were you thinking of doing tonight, I mean besides tying me up and blindfolding me?”
What he wanted to do got ramped down from what he would do tonight. It was too soon to jump right in introducin’ her to his lifestyle. “I may gag you.” The corner of his mouth twisted into a smile. “Though I think I won’t want to do that for a while. That smart mouth of yours is quite amusing. And very-” he leaned down and caught her bottom lip between his teeth, bit it lightly before releasing it, “-very tasty.”
“Is that all?” She seemed disappointed.
“You will not speak unless I ask you a direct question. Any time you do speak to me, you must call me Master. And respond to…” he considered her sub name, “…Princesa. If I tell you to do something-or not do something, you’ll obey me.”
“Oh, puh-leeze.” She pushed her hand against his chest. Did she just stomp her foot? “So you want to be the big bad stud warrior while I play the poor helpless captive who must do your bidding. That’s not very original-all guys fantasize about that.”
Okay, let’s take it the next step, see how she responded. “When I ask, I’ll expect you to stick that pretty ass of yours up in the air and let me fuck it without a murmur.”
She shuddered. “Ugh. I’ve tried anal before, Sam, and it hurt, so I don’t think I can agree to that.”
He frowned. “Didn’t your partner prepare you first?”
“Do you mean use a lube? Yeah, he did, but it still hurt like hell. Since you’re way bigger than he was, I’m not about to let you stick that bad boy of yours up my ass.”
As much as he was flattered at her assessment of his size, he’d had the same concern. Even when he’d fucked her pussy, he’d worried about tearing her. At least she’d taken that matter into her own hands so he hadn’t had to worry for very long.
The anal play being put on hold was a definite-he forced himself not to snicker-bummer. But she hadn’t completely ruled it out at least. Maybe she’d allow him to slip an inflatable butt plug into that beautiful puckered opening, gradually increase the size, let her body adjust to the intrusion.
“Let’s start with the blindfold and restraints for now.” He decided not to tell her that he’d want to spank her or even flog her one day. He’d have to work her up to that idea.
“You can choose a safe word if you want, but I don’t think you’ll need it.” Not tonight. But one day soon she might.
“Cochino,” she responded before he could finish his sentence.
He snorted. “Is that your safe word or an assessment of my character?”
She grinned, a bright mischievous smile that lit up the room.
Dayam, his apartment had been so dull without her in it. So had his life.
“Could be both. But for now we’ll say it’s my safe word. So do you want me to undress before you blindfold me? Or do you want to undress me?”
“Ditch your blouse and pants, but leave your bra and thong. I want to take them off myself.” He pulled a red silk scarf from his drawer.
“Okay, so it’s a little kinky, but it’s still pretty vanilla.” But despite her protests, she shivered when he tied the blindfold in place. He had others he could have used that would be more effective, but he figured she might freak if he brought out his leather hoods at the get-go.
“Stay there. And don’t remove your blindfold.” Once she’d given him her assurance she wouldn’t peek, he ducked into the walk-in closet and opened the panel concealing the safe room he’d had privately constructed and outfitted for his personal needs. He’d been thinking about his plans all day, so it didn’t take longer than a minute or two to select the restraints he’d require, along with a couple other toys.
When he returned, Rosie was sitting in the chair by the window. Her legs were sprawled open, allowing him an unimpeded view of her stroking one finger beneath the thin matching thong. The sight of her pleasuring herself nearly had his tongue hanging on the floor and his dick ready to shoot a load prematurely.
Should he tie her face up on the bed? Or should he have her standing, her hands tied to the upper ring of the bedpost so he’d have access to more of her body? And oh, man, did he want as much access to her body as he could get.
Lying down-because he was definitely going to fuck her and that way he wouldn’t have to move the restraints later. Even if he wanted to put a wedge pillow under that tiny ass of hers, the restraints would move up the iron posts with little problem. Yeah, that still left him a whole range of possibilities. He dumped his equipment on the night table, then flipped off the duvet and lifted her to her feet.
“Lie down on the bed, Rosie. Face up.”
“Yes, Master,” she said in a breathy Marilyn Monroe impression. He palmed the hard-on that throbbed at the title. If she only knew how he’d fantasized about her calling him that.
Once she was in place, he ran his hands down her calves, gently massaging her tiny feet. Hmm, ticklish. Interesting. Normally she was only ticklish after they’d made love. He fastened the restraints around her ankles and spread open her legs so he could attach the cuffs around the iron end posts. He stepped back and examined his handiwork, admiring how her lips glistened on either side of the thin black string of her thong. “You’re already thinkin’ about what I might do to you, aren’t you?”
He sure was.
“I’m guessing,” Rosie said with a beatific smile, “that it’s going to end up with you riding me, pounding Big Sammy into my pussy and making me see stars the way you did last night. And if I’m really good, you’ll let me ride you, the way I did yesterday morning. Which, by the way, was extremely enjoyable.”
He smiled at her new nickname for his dick. Definitely better than Sam Junior. And she’d guessed correctly; he was intending to end the night that way, but not before he’d driven her to her own fulfillment once or thrice.
Should he have her arms stay straight over her head or spread out in an X? Straight for now, he decided. “Stretch your hands above your head, Princesa.”
Looping the other ends of the restraints through the iron bars of the headboard, he buckled the leather straps around her wrists. Although they’d hold her for now, the bands were loose. He’d have to buy some slightly smaller. Or add extra padding inside.
Finished, he sat on the bed and waited. Watched. Appreciated.
Her hair spread in wild abandon over his pillows. It would leave her wonderful scent embedded in them so he’d be reminded of her when he slept. Though her eyes were covered by the silk scarf, her mouth formed a natural bow, her bottom lip protruding slightly more than her upper lip. He bent over and brushed a light kiss on them. She arched up, attempting to capture him, but he pulled away without saying a word.
With her arms over her head, her back was slightly arched and her breasts lifted in invitation. Should he take her bra off now or wait for later?
Decisions, decisions.
Later, he decided. There was a lot to be said for delayed gratification.
“Well?” she said after he’d sat there for a few minutes more. “Aren’t you going to do something?”
Vixen.
He stood and prowled around the bed, planning each move he’d make.
“Sam?”
Impatient vixen.
Picking up the ostrich feather, he dragged it up one bare foot. As he’d expected, she squirmed, trying to move her foot away. So he treated the other foot to the same attention.
“Sam! Stop dragging things out and fuck me, damn it!”
Very impatient vixen.
“You have been told not to speak unless I give you permission.” He spoke sharply, as if he were commanding one of Hauberk’s new recruits who had just screwed up.
She stuck her tongue out at him. He had to swallow a snicker, nearly choking himself in the process. God, she had such fire.
For the next twenty minutes he teased and tickled every exposed inch of skin with the feather. If any other sub had cursed him and pleaded with him and tried to top from the bottom the way she did, he’d have ball gagged them long before. But he couldn’t do it. There was something so refreshing about her. So intriguing. So challenging.
He switched the feather for a flogger, and let the leather tails trail over her shoulders, then down her breasts. He flicked open the front clasp on her bra, then enjoyed watching her nipples pebble at the cool air, he swirled the leather straps over her until she was panting. To her credit, and his disappointment, she didn’t twitch or make a sound.
Goose bumps raised down her arms when he slid the thin tails along her stomach. Her hips arched when he dragged them across her mons and let them dangle over her labia. The artery on the side of her neck betrayed her rapid heartbeat when he touched the tip of the braided handle between her thighs and rubbed against her thong. She gasped when he slipped it inside her, rubbing the balled end so it would caress her most sensitive spot.
“Oh, and Rosie? You can’t come unless I give you permission.”
“Bas-” Her teeth clenched together a she swallowed the insult.
Her fingers wrapped around the straps holding her in place, her hips arched up as she tried to move with the whip handle, press it deeper. He drove her until she was about to slide over the edge. Just before she could orgasm, he removed the faux dildo.
“Damn it!” she snarled. “Let me come.”
“Nope. And you talk again without permission and I’ll leave you tied up without touching for the rest of the night.”
He stepped away, letting her consider his threat as he stripped off his clothes. Taking his time, he poured some oil with a light coconut fragrance into one palm then coated both hands with it. Starting at her toes and slowly sliding up her legs, he gently massaged. If he’d done this first, she would have been completely relaxed, but now she was a quivering mass, her breath short desperate gasps.
He slid one finger along her labia, causing her hips to jerk off the bed. Damn, she was so ready. With a quick motion, he snapped the string on one side of her thong and stripped it from her.
“Lift your hips up, Princesa.”
When she did, he slid a wedge-shaped pillow beneath her and knelt between her thighs. The moment he touched his tongue to her, she exploded, cream running down her sweet slit and pooling on the pillow.
He shook his head in mock dismay. “Oh, baby. You’re not allowed to come unless I give you permission.”
“Fuck. That,” she panted. “Why on earth would I ever need to stop an orgasm? Most guys are happy if a woman has one at all.”
“I’m not most guys.”
Before she realized what he was about to do, he was seated hilt deep inside her. He groaned as the last of her orgasm caressed his rigid cock.
Damn it, when he had lost control? He’d planned to make her come at least three times before he allowed himself inside her. And yet here he was, buried balls deep in the little spitfire.
Right. So they’d both have to exercise some control. Which he’d never do in this position from the way his hips were working in concert with his now pulsing cock. Damn it!
Using every ounce of determination, he pulled from her.
“Saa-a-am!” Yup, three syllables. “Fuck me, goddamn it!”
In less than twenty seconds, he’d released her from her restraints. Before a minute had passed, he’d picked her up and sat in the chair, settling her knees on either side of his thighs, his erection trapped between them.
She didn’t need to be told what he wanted, she wanted it just as much. With a wiggle, she impaled herself on his cock.
“Lord almighty,” he groaned, sliding his hips a bit further along the chair’s pillow and then arching them. He grabbed her hips, stopping her from moving, then pulled her so she was resting her head against him. When she protested, he shook his head. “Don’t move. Not yet.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“God, no.” How could he explain? If she’d wrapped his cock in a Tensor bandage it wouldn’t have been as tight as her pussy was around him. He could feel her heartbeat pulsing against both his cock and his chest.
Despite his request, her body undulated, in tiny motions at first. Then she pulled back and grabbed his shoulders, grinding her pelvis over his. She was so beautiful, her eyes closed, her hair hanging wild about her shoulders, her nipples hard buds sticking out proudly. The tiny sensual ember he’d sensed in her blossomed into a full conflagration of sexuality.
He dipped his head, and caught one of the taut buds in his mouth, suckling hard. Her pussy immediately clamped on his cock and her movements doubled in their fury. His fingers caught the other nipple between them, rolling, tweaking until she shuddered her completion once more.
It took every ounce of his control not to take the leap with her, but he managed to stop his climax. Just.
“You didn’t…” She looked at him in confusion.
“I will.”
As she relaxed against him, he held onto her hips and held her in place as he began to move inside her again. A long slow stroke until her pelvis met his. He pulled back until only the head of his cock was within her. Another slow stroke had her panting.
She lifted her head. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she matched his movements, lifting herself when he pulled out, and lowering when he plunged deep. Joy and pleasure filled her beautiful eyes, mesmerizing him. They moved together, in wordless communion, their tempo growing faster and faster, the walls of her pussy caressing him, kissing him.
And then she leaned down and did the unthinkable. She whispered, “Come for me, Sam.”
His cock exploded at her command, his hips bucking as his brains fled along with his come.