MakeMeShiver (18 page)

“This excites you, doesn’t it?” She moaned again and was rewarded with another, harder yank on her hair. “I bet if I put my hand between your legs my fingers would come away soaking wet.”

Bobbing her head, she continued hollowing her cheeks, sucking until her jaws started to ache. She’d only given a couple of blowjobs in her life, and they had never gotten her this hot. She wondered what it would be like when Michael came. Would he pull out? Fist his cock and come on her face or breasts? Or would he come in her mouth and make her swallow all of him down?

She found out the answer when he growled, “Get ready, baby, I’m coming.”

He pistoned his hips, moving faster, pumping into her mouth until it was impossible to catch her breath. The fingers in her hair went still as a hot splash hit the back of her throat. She swallowed, trying to breathe as he pulsed in her mouth. His semen was hot and thick, making her struggle to swallow while he continued thrusting. When he finished he stared down at her, his ragged pants and her soft exhalation the only sounds in the house.

She didn’t have time to take pride in the dazed look on his face. With a swift motion, he snagged her arms and yanked her to her feet. “Where’s the bedroom?”

She guided him down the hallway to her private escape from the world. It was modestly decorated in white, the bedding and furniture a perfect match. If he was impressed, or even noticed, he didn’t give any indication. He simply walked her to the bed and motioned for her to climb up.

“Where do you keep your vibrator?”

Damn
. Was there anything he
didn’t
know?

“In the bedside table.”

He turned from her, rummaged around the drawer and produced it. “Spread your legs.”

She didn’t hesitate, parting her thighs. He came to her, ran the dildo up and down her slit and turned it on low. Her muscles were already going tight in anticipation. The device slid into her pussy with ease, and he didn’t stop until it was buried deep. She bit her lip, trying not to moan or move. She was already so close. The vibrator felt wonderful but it didn’t hit her G-spot. All she needed was a little stimulation to her clit to send her skyrocketing.

Ready to get hot and heavy, she frowned when Michael waved his hand, motioned for her to move over and climbed onto the bed. She was practically panting when he turned her on her side and spooned her from behind. He yawned into her hair and pulled her back against him.

“Michael?”

“How are you supposed to address me?”

“S-sir.” She was so edgy she could hardly keep still. When she tried to move, his arm kept her firmly in place.

“I suggest you lie down and try to relax. Right now you just have to last out my nap. Any more questions and I’ll keep the vibrator in your pussy on full blast for the rest of the day. Next time you’ll think twice before you hang up on me.”

It couldn’t be.

This
was how he was going to punish her?

Her nipples were harder than rocks, her pussy was on fire and she had never wanted to come so badly. She fumed in silence, pissed-off and horny. He’d ramped up her libido only to keep it at a full idle. By the time she came up with something witty to say—something that included “sir” in the proper context—it was too late.

Michael’s deep and even breaths indicated he had already fallen asleep.

* * * * *

Michael woke with a tense woman in his arms. He glanced past her head to the clock. She’d endured two hours of being stimulated without relief. He considered discussing what he’d come to her home to say—forgoing any sexual play—but couldn’t help himself. That was the problem with Lacey—his baser urges caused him to think with the wrong head when he was around her.

Stretching, he kept his arm around her waist. “I feel so much better. I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night.” He pressed his face into her nape. “How about you, angel?”

She didn’t respond immediately, and he knew she had to be angry and wound up as hell. It was a good thing he knew how to remedy that.

“What do you think?” He was about to caution her about her attitude when she grumbled, “Sir.”

“I think you’d better change your tone or I won’t show you how I like to end my punishments.” Bringing his hand to her cleft, he found she was as wet and sensitive as he’d expected she’d be. She pressed into his hand and he warned, “Don’t you dare move. You’ll come when I say, not before.”

He let her go and flipped her onto her back. Her green eyes were dark and her lips were parted. She trembled as he skimmed his finger between her breasts, ventured down and ran his fingers along the outline of her navel. The hand at the apex of her thighs was covered in hot feminine wetness.

“I’m about to go down on you, angel. I’m going to bury my face between your legs and show you what it’s like to be devoured.” She gasped and closed her eyes. “You’ll come at my command. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

“That’s my good girl.”

Pressing kisses along the way, he moved down her body. She squirmed when he took his hand from her pussy, felt for the bottom of the vibrator and turned it up a couple levels.

“Stay still,” he reminded her. “You’ll take what I have to give you, no matter what it is.”

Her whimpers were as soft as the drenched skin he eagerly caressed with his lips. He wanted to dive right in with rough licks and nips against her labia. Instead he rubbed his mouth against her hot and silken flesh, breathing her in. Her pussy lips were swollen and her clit was visible. She was so aroused it would be impossible for her to keep from coming once he got started, which was what he wanted. Punishments were so much sweeter when they led to something like this, and he couldn’t wait to punish the sweet woman resting so trustingly before him.

She stiffened slightly when he parted her ass cheeks, revealing the small pink pucker between, and rubbed his finger along the rosette. “Have you ever done any anal play?”

“No Sir.”

“Good. That means this ass is all mine.” He peered into her cloudy eyes and grinned. “It’s too bad I didn’t bring any toys with me. I can’t wait to start breaking you in so you’ll be ready to take me here.”

Lowering his gaze, he continued rubbing his finger against her anus and blew against her clit. She hissed and fisted her fingers into the sheets. He brought his index finger to his mouth, got it good and wet and began teasing the small passage. Then he returned to her cunt. One lap had her thighs quivering, the second had her arching her hips. He continued tormenting her, staying away from the nub at the top of her sex as he brushed his finger against her ass and slowly pressed past the first ring of muscle.

When she tensed, he murmured, “Easy, angel. Relax. Let me in.”

She took a deep breath and he eased his finger inside her. He could feel the pulses of the vibrator, making her all the tighter. He knew exactly what plug he’d use first to build Lacey’s confidence. He’d start out small and move up in size until she was ready to accept his cock. He couldn’t wait to take her as no man had. The possessive part of him was elated that he would be the only lover to show her the pleasures of anal sex.

“How does that feel?” He corkscrewed his finger and gently moved it in and out.

After a pause, she groaned, “Different.”

“You’ll love it when I fuck you here. I’ll put a dildo in your pussy and take you nice and slow. You’ll come harder than you ever have in your life.”

“I’m close right now.” There was a twinge of annoyance in her tone.

“I know. But I haven’t told you to come, have I?”

Her sphincter muscles clenched his finger. Close was an understatement. His little submissive wanted to come so badly she wouldn’t be able to help herself if he touched her in the right way, even if he didn’t give her permission to do so.

She gasped as he licked a line from the finger in her ass to the top of her cunt, stopping shy of her clit. He brought his tongue to the folds just below and flicked the tip against the soft tissue. The tremor that swept through her body told him all he needed to know. She’d come, he’d punish her for it, and then he’d tell her about his plans for the evening.

He sucked the swollen bead at the top of her pussy into his mouth and tapped his tongue against the bundle of nerves. She screamed, wrapped her hands into his hair and writhed beneath him. The pulses against his finger told him she’d found release, an orgasm that was so intense it lasted for several seconds. He didn’t release her clit until she was sighing and the muscles against his finger relaxed.

“Stay here. Don’t move.”

He removed his hand, slid from the bed and walked to the adjoining bathroom. It was neat and tidy, done in the same white motif as the bedroom. Simple, refined, elegant—just like the woman waiting for him in the bedroom.

Talk to her,
he told himself.
Tell her why she can’t let her insecurities come between you.

His still-hard cock pulsed in his jeans and he felt like a total bastard. He planned to talk to Lacey after he punished her properly for coming without permission, but he couldn’t erase the memory of her orgasm from his mind, the way she’d looked as she surrendered to him and let herself go. If this was it, if she turned him away and they parted ways, would it be so wrong to love her one last time? Would he regret not caving in to the temptation she presented before he let her go? Could he honestly tan her ass as he’d promised without doing anything more?

Fuck no, he couldn’t. He might walk away after today, pretending his emotions were locked in an impenetrable box, but he’d leave an important piece of himself behind. Even if she never knew it, Lacey would continue to hold his heart in her hands.

To hell with it.

He quickly washed his hands, stripped off his pants and removed a condom from his back pocket. After he’d sheathed himself and threw the foil into the trash, he strode into the bedroom.

“Roll onto your stomach. I want you on your hands and knees.”

She flipped languidly onto her belly and did as he ordered. After he walked to the bed and climbed onto the mattress, he got in position behind her. Her head was bowed and he could tell she was totally relaxed.

It was time to change that.

He brought his hand back, put some force behind his swing and landed a heavy swat to her ass. A pained yelp, a muffled curse and she was once again at full attention. He speared his cock into her cunt, gliding into her from tip to base. Rolling his hips, he brought his arm up again. This time the blow was light but firm.

“You came without permission. That means you’re due for another punishment.”

He alternated smacks against her ass with thrusts of his cock, leaving red imprints on each of her cheeks. Her cunt was hot and sleek around him, cradling his length. He moved in and out, steady and hard.

“Michael, please…” She started pressing back to meet his thrusts, moaning despite the swats.

“I don’t think so, baby. This time it’s all for me.”

He bent over her body, nuzzled her nape and bit her shoulder, marking her with his teeth. Grasping her waist in his hands, he began hammering into her, using enough force that she was sent forward with each stroke. His sac tightened, a tingle started at the base of his spine and he slid into her one last time, holding himself still as he came.

Their combined breathing was the only sound in the room as he came down from the high of orgasm. He kissed the area he’d bitten and removed his slowly softening cock from the haven that continued to hug him.

“I’ll be right back.”

She dropped onto the mattress as he moved from the bed, tied off the condom and disposed of it in the bathroom. He turned on the sink and stared at his reflection in the mirror.

It was time to take the next step. Nothing he’d done had occurred according to plan. Every single time he started to take his relationship with Lacey to the next level, shit got in the way. Then, with her surly behavior this morning, he’d known it was time to have an important discussion with the woman he wanted so much he couldn’t keep his head on straight.

No more dramatics. No more games. No more uncertainty.

Repeating the mantra and telling himself this had to be done, he resigned himself to what he was about to do and walked back into the bedroom.

Chapter Fourteen

Lacey had never felt so wonderful, sated or used in her life.

And she loved it.

A part of her was stunned at how good it felt to give Michael control, to allow him to take charge of her completely. She had never allowed anyone—including her parents—that much power over her. With him, it felt right. As if a missing puzzle piece had suddenly been found, everything connected and the mysteries of the world were revealed. There was no right or wrong. No hesitation or doubt.

So when he strode from the bathroom and started pulling on his pants, she sat up and frowned. Things had been going so well—perfectly, in fact—so why was he acting as though he was ready to leave?

“Michael?”

He zipped his pants, walked over to the bed and sat beside her. Her heart started pounding painfully inside her chest. There was a look in his eyes that she couldn’t place, one she’d not seen from him before. She couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing.