DangerousPassion (9 page)

Once again, Sarah leaned over the tub, pushing her supple lips slowly down over the crown of Derek’s cock. She drew a firm suction and was rewarded with a rumbling groan of pleasure from Derek. She bobbed slowly, consciously aware of everything that she was doing, all that she was feeling. She filled her mouth with him and, with the plump head of his cock pressing against the opening of her throat, she rotated her face around the thick shaft.

“Wait,” Derek said, his face showing the strain of sexual excitement.

Sarah opened her eyes and turned her head enough to look at his face, though she did not take his erection out of her mouth.

“I’m beginning to feel a bit selfish,” Derek explained.

Several seconds passed before Sarah released him from her oral embrace. “Don’t,” she said, stroking her hand over the length of his erection as she spoke. “You saved my life. No matter what I do for you, you could never be indebted to me. It’s just not possible.” While looking straight into his eyes, Sarah dragged her tongue along the underside of the shaft, from where her fist was wrapped around the base, all the way up to the small slit at the very tip. “Besides,” she purred, her lips nuzzling Derek’s cock as she spoke, “you’re delicious.”

Derek drained the last of his whiskey. When Sarah noticed that his glass was empty, she immediately took his glass and reached for the whiskey bottle on the floor. Before she had filled the glass, Derek had risen to his feet, his tall, naked body dripping wet, his erection angling slightly upward, enormously swollen and pulsing with tension.

“Here,” she said, handing him the cup of whiskey. “I’ll get a towel for you.”

Sarah only owned two bath towels. She took both from her cabinet and returned quickly to Derek. She paused a moment to marvel at his naked beauty. Derek reached out for a towel, but Sarah replied, “Let me dry you.”

She started with his hair, wiping a majority of the water from his coal black tresses. Then she worked her way down the front of his body to his waist. She paused briefly at his arousal as she summoned confidence, then carefully pressed the cloth to his erection. She resisted the urge to again take him into her hand, into her mouth—but it wasn’t easy; her willpower was sorely tested.

“Step out,” she instructed.

Derek did as she asked, puddles of water forming on the wooden floor at his feet. Sarah knelt before him, drying his legs and feet, unashamed at being on her knees to serve him.

“Turn around,” Sarah said when she’d completely finished with the front of Derek’s body. When he turned around, she used the fresh towel for his back, taking her time, leisurely drying his shoulders, then moving lower to let her gaze linger on the taut half-moons of his buttocks. Impishly, she leaned forward and planted a smacking kiss on each bun.

Derek turned around slowly, his shaft still iron-hard. Sarah reached for him, but he caught her by the wrists and pulled her to her feet.

“I want to show you something,” he said, a strange seriousness in his dark eyes that Sarah did not understand.

With her sexual insecurities never far from the surface of her emotions, she asked quietly, “Have I done something wrong? Something to displease you?”

“You’re wonderful,” Derek replied. “I just have to convince you of that.”

He positioned Sarah in front of her mirror. It was large, oblong, and free-standing, with a polished oak frame and a hinge that allowed the mirror to be angled for convenience. The mirror was one of the few possessions in the house that had anything more than emotional value. Derek, naked, stood behind Sarah, looking over her head at her reflection in the mirror.

“Look at yourself,” he said, his voice low, authoritative. “Tell me what you see.”

Sarah closed her eyes for a moment. “Please...I don’t want to do this. I...I love the way you make me feel, but I really don’t like looking at myself in the mirror.”

Derek’s hands slipped around Sarah’s middle. She sighed softly at his touch. When he took a half-step closer, she felt his cock press against her lower back, warming her through her thin robe. She rested her head back against his chest, her eyes open just slits as she watched Derek’s dexterous fingers unknotting the sash at her stomach. A moment later her robe was open to reveal the entire front of her body. Sarah started to cross her arms over her breasts, but Derek caught her wrists and forced her hands down to her sides.

“Just stand there,” he said, pushing the robe off her shoulders and then down her arms. When he had freed Sarah from it, he tossed the too-often-washed garment across the room disdainfully. “And don’t close your eyes. I’m going to teach you to see yourself as I see you.”

They were strange and enticing words for Sarah to hear, and she felt her clitoris tingle in spontaneous response. When Derek slipped his hands around her middle again, she felt his cock pressing against her, long and hard and throbbing with readiness. The slick honey of her excitement lubricated the lips of her pussy.

“Oh, Derek...”

“Shhh!” he whispered, his lips close to Sarah’s ear as he spoke. “I want you to listen to my words. And keep your eyes open. When I’m finished, you’ll never look at yourself the same way again.”

I can believe that! thought Sarah, her ripe voluptuous body almost quivering with anticipation.

“You don’t like your hips,” Derek began, his fingertips sliding from Sarah’s stomach down to her hips. “Such a pity. I think they’re beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. They’re full and round and womanly.” His hands slipped lower. “And your thighs. What man wouldn’t sell his soul in order to feel these thighs surrounding his waist?” He moved his own hips. The solid shaft of his cock pushed upward, the crown near his navel, trapped between their bodies. “My cock gets hard just thinking about it. Do you remember what it felt like to have my cock in your pussy?”

A quivering sigh escaped Sarah. They were wicked words that Derek was speaking, lurid and graphic. If any man other than Derek had said such things, Sarah had no doubt that she would have been offended and insulted beyond belief. But with Derek, the words touched her soul. Her pussy was tingling, her clitoris aching with need. And feeling the hot, hard length of his cock pressed tightly against the small of her back was an aphrodisiac that could not be ignored.

“Your skin is like satin under my fingertips,” Derek purred, his right hand sliding from Sarah’s hip, inching toward her pussy.

Sarah could hardly breathe as she watched and felt Derek’s fingers moving closer to the center of all her most passionate needs. His fingertips brushed across the sparse, oblong patch of auburn pubic hair, toying briefly with the silken strands. Then his middle finger eased downward, immediately and expertly finding Sarah’s pink, erect clitoris. He caressed her gently, and Sarah’s thighs began to shiver. The single finger eased between her slick labia, pushing deeper into her hungry body.

“You’re wet,” he whispered. “Wet and ready for me, aren’t you?”

Sarah tried to say “yes,” but the single word wouldn’t form in her throat. After a couple seconds, she nodded her head vigorously.

Derek smiled. “Yes, you’re ready,” he said. He pulled the finger from Sarah’s pussy, brought his hand to his mouth, and sucked on the tip. Sarah watched him, shocked and excited by everything that she was seeing and feeling. After several seconds, Derek took the finger from between his lips and stated, “I could eat you for lunch and get all the sustenance I’d ever need.”

Sarah started to reach behind her back, wanting to feel Derek’s magnificent shaft pulsing in her fist, but he stopped her quickly, again grabbing her by the wrists and forcing her hands down at her sides.

“Watch,” he purred, reaching between Sarah’s thighs once again.

Sarah watched and felt as the single finger slipped smoothly, effortlessly between the lips of her pussy. Her long, curling lashes fluttered against her cheeks. She ached with the need of feeling Derek’s cock filling her, driving into her pussy hard and deep to give her the sensation of being thoroughly dominated and possessed that she had learned to crave.

Derek removed his finger from Sarah. He held his hand out where both of them could see her honey glistening on his finger. Then Derek brought his hand to Sarah’s mouth and, very slowly, moistened her lips with her own juices.

“Taste yourself,” he whispered.

The pink tip of Sarah’s tongue traveled over her lips. She tasted the essence of her own excitement, and it made her shiver.

“I’m going to hell for this,” she whispered. Her tone quivered with tension. “How can you make me want you so? There’s nothing...nothing that I wouldn’t do for you...nothing I wouldn’t do to you.” She closed her eyes and rested her head back against his chest. “I’m helpless against the feelings that you make me experience.”

“Open your eyes,” Derek said with a certain sternness that warned Sarah she had to obey his every command. When her eyes were open and she was looking at her reflection in the mirror, he cupped the heavy mounds of her breasts from the undersides, lifting and squeezing them to make the nipples more pronounced. “Look at these breasts. So big and beautiful…so goddamn magnificent that the thought of sliding my cock between them is nearly enough to make me come right now.”

Sarah looked at her breasts, and a faintly confident smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Yes, I have beautiful breasts, she thought. They’re not too big after all, and they’re very sensitive.

“Can you suck on your own nipples?” Derek asked.

Sarah’s eyes widened in surprise. He was asking something that she’d never even considered before, and just thinking about it now seemed narcissistic and utterly wanton. But the potential for great pleasure was a tantalizing possibility....

Derek released Sarah’s right breast. He reached between her thighs once again to moisten his finger with her juices. Then he smoothed those juices upon her right nipple and areola.

“See if you can taste your pussy on your nipples,” Derek whispered, staring into Sarah’s eyes through the reflection in the mirror.

Feeling narcotized by Derek’s virile allure, Sarah watched her hands moving as though they belonged to someone else. With both hands she raised her right breast, turning the mound upward as she dipped her head down, always looking at the mirror and never directly at her own breast. Her pink tongue snaked far out of her mouth, lewd in its intent. She raised her breast a little higher, and then flicked her tongue against her own lust-hardened nipple. The electricity that jolted through her system from the brief contact made her whimper with desire.

“Suck on it, Sarah. Let me see you suck on your nipple. Let me see you bite it. Bite it hard enough so that you feel pain, then take your nipple between your lips and suck that pain slowly away.”

Sarah did as she had been commanded. She bit her nipple hard enough so that she groaned with discomfort, and then she sucked on the small, tan button of flesh, creating a fire within her that would not be easily doused. As she did this, staring at her reflection in the mirror, Derek spread his feet much wider apart, then slid the long shaft of his cock between her thighs, rubbing his rigid flesh against Sarah’s labia. She made a strange, whimpering sound, and started to reach for his cock, but Derek stopped her.

“In time,” he said. “For now, it’s your nipples that need your lips.” He pushed his hips forward, sliding his cock between Sarah’s thighs until she could see the crown of his erection in the mirror just beneath her pussy. Feeling his hard cock rubbing against her labia made the nectar of Sarah’s pussy flow even more freely. “Can you taste your pussy on your nipples?”

Sarah was shivering with need. This game, tantalizing as it was, had gone on long enough as far as she was concerned. She wanted—no, she needed—to have Derek’s enormous erection pumping between the lips of her pussy, not just sliding against them.

“Answer me, Sarah.” His tone was stern. Disobedience would not be tolerated.

“Yes,” Sarah whispered. “I can taste my...” Her words faded with her courage.

“Say it, Sarah. I want to hear you say it.”

She caught her left nipple between her teeth, bared her lips so that she could see the contact of teeth to nipple, and then bit down with steadily increasing force. Self-inflicted pain mingled and heightened self-administered pleasure. She sucked greedily on the nipple for several seconds before releasing it. She finally answered, “I can taste my pussy on my nipples.” She moved her hips just a little, rubbing her buns against Derek’s pelvis. “Please...won’t you fuck me now?”