04 Screaming Orgasm (4 page)

“So good.” Her voice was more breath than sound.

He closed his eyes, letting the words sink in. They filled him with confidence. He would succeed. He would win her heart. Failure was no longer an option.

When his eyelids lifted, he felt more alive than he had in years. He considered that. He’d always insisted he was happy with his life, his career, his casual relationships. If anyone had asked him last month what he’d seek to change if he could, he honestly would have said nothing. How had he managed to live without her for so long?

Now he understood why he’d been drawn to Jayne all this time. Elias had recognized the same loneliness in her that was buried deep within his own soul.

Yes. Jayne was a threat to his well-ordered life. She would disrupt everything.

Thank God.

He reached for her elbow and used it to pull her upright. The image of her rosy ass sparked his arousal. He wasn’t sure what it said about him, this desire to mark a woman as his own, but it had always been there, lurking in the darker regions of his psyche.

He kept a firm hand on Jayne’s arm as she struggled to stand on wobbly legs. He wasn’t the only person strongly affected by what was happening here. Everything changed tonight because he simply couldn’t hold back any longer.

He kissed her.

“You won’t scare me away. I’m sincere in my desire to learn. But you also won’t convince me to ask for more. I’m sorry. I can’t treat this as anything more than a fantasy, a game.”

Her words were spoken softly but they were filled with certainty, an assurance she didn’t usually show.

He frowned. Something powerful was standing in his way. At some point, he’d have to delve into his past conversations with Jayne to try to figure out what it was.

But not now. As he’d told Jayne, it wasn’t time to think. All he wanted to do right now was feel. “I didn’t give you permission to come.”

An adorable crinkle appeared between her eyes but he kept his features schooled, impassive.

“I didn’t know—”

“I’m aware of that,” he said, interrupting her. “But now you are. So we’re going to test your control in that area.”

“We are?”

He took her hand and led her behind the bar. “You’re too hot, Jayne. I think perhaps you should take some time to cool off.”

Reaching into the cooler, he pulled out a piece of ice. “Stand with your legs apart and latch your fingers behind your head.”

She assumed the position eagerly. With her arms raised, her breasts stood higher. Elias couldn’t resist them any longer. Raising the ice, he rubbed it along one tight nipple.

Jayne gasped. “It’s cold.”

He grinned. “Ice generally is.”

She scowled good-naturedly at his jest until he pressed the ice against her other nipple. The turgid nub grew harder and Jayne’s breathing became labored. Excited.

He countered the chill, sucking her nipple into his mouth, letting the wet heat soothe her.

Jayne’s hands landed on his shoulders. He pulled away. “Hands behind your head. You’re not to break position.”

She hastily raised her arms once more and Elias returned to her breasts, savoring the small whimpers that escaped as he took turns teasing her with the cold ice and his hot mouth. She arched her back and her skin turned pink and dewy with her arousal.

“Please,” she murmured.

He wondered if she knew what she was asking for. Her beautiful blue eyes were dazed, lost in the moment.

Until he dragged the ice along her stomach, drifting lower. Her attention captured, she watched intently as he drew the rapidly melting cube through the light smattering of hair at her pussy.

“Oh God,” she gasped when he pressed it against her clit. She tried to jerk away but he held her in place, his free hand gripping her ass firmly. “So cold.”

He didn’t move the ice, didn’t allow her to pull back.

“Elias, please,” she repeated.

“Please what, Jayne?”

Her eyes, which had drifted closed, reopened and she blinked rapidly. “I want you.”

“I want you too, but not tonight. Soon.”

She didn’t like his answer. “Now.”

He tightened his grip on her sore ass as a warning. In this realm, he would direct their course. She winced at the added pressure, but her eyes betrayed a sort of bliss as well.

Releasing her briefly, he reached into the cooler and retrieved anther chunk of ice. Jayne’s chest rose; she expected him to return to her breasts. This time he passed them, focusing his attention on her ass. She sighed with relief as he rubbed the cool moisture over her sore bottom.

She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest, sinking into his embrace as he wrapped his arm more tightly around her. When he felt her relax under his soothing massage, he decided to up the ante.

He ran the ice through her ass cheeks, not stopping until he found her anus. She went still as he pressed the melting piece inside.

“God,” she moaned. He pressed the fleshy mounds of her ass together, making certain to keep the ice in place. She shivered in his arms but made no protest.

He held her for several moments then decided it was time to crank up the heat again. Releasing her ass, he ran his finger around the rim of her anus. She stiffened, confirming his suspicions. He hadn’t been wrong to call her an innocent.

In the past, such knowledge about a prospective lover would have had him running for the hills. He only took well-trained subs, members of the club, women familiar with the lifestyle. He’d never toyed with anyone untutored, inexperienced.

However, Jayne’s natural untouched enthusiasm added to the attraction, her allure. There was so much he wanted to teach her.

But some of those lessons would have to wait until the next time. He didn’t have lubrication to ease his path inside her ass, to make the new experience anything other than painful, so instead he focused on her pussy. Dragging his fingers along her wet slit, he briefly toyed with her clit before pushing two fingers inside her cunt. She gasped as her body responded. The game with the ice had inched her closer to the precipice. It would take very little to shove her over the edge.

And push her he would.

With one hand on her ass, he worked three fingers inside her tight opening, moving slowly at first before building up his speed, his depth.

Jayne’s hips thrust against his hand, urging him on, silently begging for relief.

Once more he heard her quiet pleas. He wasn’t going to give her the permission she was seeking. Not yet. Tonight’s lesson wasn’t merely about obedience. It was about control.

His.

And hers.

“Elias.” Her hands fell to his shoulders, gripping tightly. He didn’t chastise her for breaking position without permission. She was too far gone, too close. He wanted to feel her pulsing release on his fingers once more.

She didn’t disappoint. Her fingers clutched him tightly as her pussy clenched, signaling her climax. He didn’t halt his actions, didn’t slow down or offer her surcease. One orgasm gave way to another and still he drove his fingers deep, hard.

Jayne was gasping for air, whimpering, crying, but he wasn’t finished making his point. Her body belonged to him. There was nothing he wouldn’t—couldn’t—take from her.

Her strength gave out when he pressed against her clit and a third climax struck. Her legs buckled, but Elias was there to catch her, to hold her up.

She clung to him as tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. He’d pushed her hard, yet she hadn’t attempted to retreat. And her safe word remained unspoken.

Slowly she recovered and found her feet again. Elias waited for the moment when her sated delight gave way to clarity.

Her gaze found his. “You didn’t give me permission.”

“You’re right. I didn’t. Kneel.”

Jayne dropped to her knees, a willing supplicant. If it had been any other woman, punishment would have followed. But with Jayne, there was only one thing he wanted from her.

“Unzip my pants.”

Jayne hastily did his bidding. When she reached to free his cock, he gripped her wrist firmly to stop her.

“Only do what I tell you, Jayne. I know tonight is a learning experience for you, but you need to follow my instructions to the letter. Did I tell you to touch me?”

She shook her head. “No, but I thought—”

“I’m in awe of your clever mind. I love the way your brain works, how intelligent you are. But close it down for a little while and let me take care of this. Of you.”

She nodded slowly. “I’d like that. A lot.”

He ran his hand along her cheek fondly. He’d never met anyone who worked harder than Jayne. She was tireless as she pursued her career goals, working long hours to make Books and Brew successful. She organized and ran three different book groups, ordered everything for the bookstore while keeping the shelves stocked with the latest releases and customer requests. In addition, she pitched in as a waitress when needed. He wondered when she’d last taken a day off.

As for her personal life, she was constantly checking in on and helping her aging parents and a grandmother who was pushing ninety. She never took time for herself and he suspected that was at the root of her recent sadness.

She’d burned the candle at both ends for so long she’d finally run out of wax. He wanted to be the one to help her recharge the batteries, to find respite. There was so much he wanted to give her.

He slowly pulled out his cock, fighting to restrain his own groan of relief. It had been rock-hard since she’d pulled down the shades and he’d turned off the lights. It rode high and hard against his stomach.

“I want you to take me in your mouth.”

She licked her lips as he pushed the head of his cock closer. Jayne welcomed him inside eagerly. She dragged her tongue shyly along the underside. He closed his eyes and drank in a deep gulp of air. Her innocent exploration was going to test his restraint.

“Wrap your hand around the base.”

Again, she complied.

“Tighten your grip. Let me feel how much you want me.”

She followed his lead as he showed her what he liked.

Cupping her cheeks, he tilted her head until her eyes met his. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, Jayne. I want you to swallow the head. Take me in as far as you can.”

Her eyes closed in pure delight as she moved nearer. Using his hands on her head, he directed the pace, letting her become accustomed to his girth.

When the head of his dick brushed the back of her throat, he pressed on and triggered her gag reflex. He retreated an inch then waited. Patience would win this race. Not force.

He pushed in again. Once more, her throat rejected the invasion. Three more times he forged on, giving her softly spoken instructions mingled with words of praise for her efforts.

On the fifth pass, she swallowed him, his cock going so deep into her mouth he saw stars. His fingers tightened in her hair as he struggled for control. The past hour had tempted him in ways he had never experienced.

Jayne took to his lessons like a fish to water, driving him closer to the brink with each deep suck. She teased him with her tongue, taunted him with her teeth.

There was only one way this would end.

“Jayne. I’m going to come in your mouth. Swallow, Blue Eyes. Drink it all down.”

She hummed her assent, the vibrations pounding the last nail in his coffin. He gave in to the inevitable as his balls filled and jets of ejaculation coated the back of her throat. She swallowed every drop.

Elias stood still for several long moments as he struggled to recover. How long had it been since a woman had gotten under his skin this way?

Unfortunately, he knew the answer.

Never.

Jayne suckled on his softening cock so sweetly it drove all his thoughts away. For the first time in a lifetime, the reins slipped from his grip as he reveled in the moment, in the gift of this woman.

Then he slowly pulled away. Picking Jayne up from the floor, he returned to his usual chair in the corner and sat with her on his lap. She curled closer, cuddling him as she lay naked, beautifully tousled and sleepy-eyed.

He hadn’t shed a single piece of clothing, while his beautiful submissive had bared everything.

“Elias,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

He swallowed hard against the lump that formed in his throat, the power of the moment too strong. “Stand up, love. Let’s get you dressed.”

They worked together in silence, returning her clothes to rights. Then he helped her into her coat, took her hand and led her out into the chilly night air.

The snow had slowed until only the lightest smattering of flurries fell. The world had been painted clean, a white canvas waiting to be filled with color. With life. With love. “I’ll walk you home.”

He sensed she wanted to refuse, but she didn’t. Instead, she allowed him to tighten his grip and accompany her to her place. He didn’t release her hand until they arrived at the door to her second-floor apartment.

“I’ll see you on Saturday?” she asked.