Naughty Wishes Part I (12 page)

“Yes, I’d like to tell you. May I?”

Those same instincts had her asking permission, and she earned a reward for it, his body noticeably tightening, increasing that sexual tension between them. He gave a short nod.

“Do you remember
The Matrix
, when Persephone told the Merovingian the lipstick she meant wasn’t on his face? I noticed both you and Chris shifted during that scene. Like you were getting aroused, and didn’t want me to see how the thought of that girl giving him oral sex made you both hard. I fantasize about you treating me like a submissive, Geoff. I have for so long . . .”

She took a deep breath, encouraged when he followed how the movement lifted her breasts. “So I would like to ask . . . what I hoped you’d command me to do the other night. I want to be on my knees to you. I want you to make me put my
mouth on you. Please . . . sir.”

Had he realized she’d wanted to say something far more dramatic than that? She’d wanted to call him Master, but just the thought of it and her face had colored, because it didn’t feel entirely right, not when so many things were up in the air. But she couldn’t resist the
sir
. She’d loved using it during her secretary role-playing with him.

As he continued to stare at her, she reached behind her, fingering the clasp of her bra. “Would you like me to take this off?”

“Yes. But leave the panties on.”

She unhooked the bra, letting it slide down her arms. Dropping it to the side, she waited. Remembering what he’d said, she straightened, making her small breasts tilt proudly under his gaze.

“Run your fingers through your hair. Pile it up on your head with one hand, and slide your other hand into your panties. I want to see you play with yourself.”

She complied. Molten heat coursed through every artery, down to pool between her legs. When she put her fingers there, his attention was on everything she was doing. How her arm was lifted to hold her hair in place, how her fingers moved beneath the fabric of the panties, how stiff her nipples were. She swayed at the sensation of being at the center of his attention. He was letting her pleasure herself for his pleasure, which just made her hotter. She bit her lip as a spasm from between her legs made her hips jerk, her shoulders twitch.

Geoff opened his jeans, reached in and gripped himself, starting to stroke. She made a tiny noise of protest, her gaze clinging to the movement of his hand beneath his shorts, which offered her a glimpse of the head of his cock as his hand slid upward, covered himself, then stroked down again. She licked her lips.

“Ask me again, Sam.”

“Please . . . I want to suck you to climax.”

“You want to act like my submissive, service my cock, be on your knees to me?”

“No.” She shook her head. “I want to be your submissive, not
act
like it.”

“Then get your pretty ass over here and prove it to me.”

She hurried and didn’t watch where she was going. She hooked her high heel on the coffee table. Quick as a flash, he was on his feet and caught her against him. The speed of his reflexes took her breath away. As did the press of his body. His jeans were still open, the zipper scratching against her abdomen. The head of his cock pressed against her navel, but despite
those temptations, it was the strength of his hands holding her, how he tipped up her face, that made her knees tremble.

“Clumsy girl,” he said gently. “That’s why you have to have two of us. So there’s always one around to catch you.”

He and Chris teased her about her propensity for tripping over her own feet, saying she’d never really grown into her long, coltish legs, but they never meant it in a mean way. She smiled up at him. “I guess you’ll just have to do double shifts on that until Chris comes back.”

“I guess I will.” He sank back down on the couch, holding her hand, and then he tugged. She went to her knees between his spread thighs, hands gripping his knees. Her gaze riveted on his thick, erect shaft, the cotton of his shorts barely containing it. But when she reached for him, he put his hands on her wrists and held her. “No,” he said. “Not yet.”

“But . . .”

“Hush.” Rising, he tucked himself back in and stepped around her before scooping her off the carpet. As he moved toward the bedroom, he held her securely in his arms and she wrapped hers around him. Her hip pressed against his abdomen, feeling the shift of muscle groups there. Despite her height, there was no awkwardness in how he carried her. She always thought of Chris as the brawn of the two, but Geoff and Chris were pretty evenly matched when they wrestled. Chris claimed Geoff was a dirty fighter and able to twist out of holds more easily, but no one could hold their own with Chris for more than a second unless they also had some real strength.

Geoff laid her down on his bed, switching on the bedside lamp. “We’re doing this right,” he said. “Before you do any of those other things, before we take this further, I want to be inside you. Chris will have his turn, but I’ll be first.” His eyes gleamed emerald and gold at her. “There’s a pecking order to these things.”

“And he’s not around to argue.”

“No, he’s not. But I’ll win this one either way.” From the look in his eyes, she believed it. There was only one alpha dog in the house, though she thought if he ever ceded leadership to anyone, it would be to Chris. Imagining what might happen when and if he did made her shiver.

Taking off his shirt, Geoff bent to remove shoes and socks before skinning off his jeans. When he straightened and moved toward her again, only wearing his dark brief shorts, she made a noise, lifting her hand. He raised an eyebrow in question. Sam wet her lips and gave him a shy look. “Would you mind just standing there, as I did for you?”

“Exactly as you did for me?”

As a submissive, waiting on the Master to give the next direction. She colored at his expression. “No. Definitely no. I just . . . I’ve always wanted to look at you in your underwear. I saw you once, sort of. You had your door cracked and you
were on the phone with someone while you were getting dressed for work. You’d stopped at the end of your bed and were telling him what you needed for a meeting. You should have looked funny, sounding so authoritative while standing in nothing but your underwear, but . . . you didn’t. Then you turned your head and I rabbited up the hall. I wasn’t sure if you saw me . . .”

“I did.” His eyes sparkled. “When I realized you’d been standing there deliberately looking at me, it gave me a lot of distracting thoughts that day. So . . .” He took a measured step back. “Look your fill.”

It was probably a pretty unusual request for a sub to make of her Master. One he might not normally indulge, because, as she’d discovered in the living room, it was a bit unsettling to simply stand still under someone’s concentrated regard. But maybe it was different for a Dom. She didn’t see any self-consciousness in Geoff’s expression as she savored the moment with avid gratitude, poring over his shoulders, the expanse of his chest, the gleaming dark hairs that arrowed down his fit stomach to the waistband of the charcoal-gray shorts that stopped high on his corded thighs.

His arousal seemed to have gotten fuller, longer, and when she flicked a surprised glance at his face, he cocked his head. “Yeah, watching my sub stare at me with that hungry look makes me think of all the ways I’m going to please myself with her. Which gets me even harder. So keep looking, Sam. I’ll tell you when you’re done.”

He kept making her heart trip. She noticed a damp spot on his shorts where the head would be, evidence of his desire that made things pull between her legs in restless response. He had elegant feet and long-fingered hands. Even his neck tempted touch. She wanted to feel the intricate layering of tendons, veins and arteries.

“You’re beautiful,” she said in a hushed voice. “I’ve always thought so.”

He grimaced at that and she smiled. “In the most manly way,” she added. “Like Chris Pine beautiful, as Captain Kirk.”

“You didn’t even get interested in
Star Trek
until he started playing that role.”

She lifted a shoulder. “I’m sure that’s just coincidence. I’ve been very busy for the past couple of decades.”

“Mm-hmm.” His eyes lit with amusement. God, she needed, wanted him. Some part of her couldn’t believe this was finally happening. She didn’t want to rush anything, yet another part of her was sure she was going to explode if he didn’t get on with it right now. She let herself be held in stasis by that tangled morass of desire and his gaze.

“Sam, I want you to spread your legs. Bend your knees so your feet are flat on the bed. Stroke yourself again.”

She did, her knees wide, and he shifted so he was framed between her bent knees, watching her. She drank in the sight of him as he removed the underwear. His arousal was so stiff, and the weight of his testicles was framed by his thighs. She wanted to run her hands down his chest, tangle in the hair there, feel him pressing her legs apart with the weight of his body. It had been so long since she’d had sex, but if it had been yesterday, it would be a distant shadow. The actual act with those
past lovers wasn’t as intense as her anticipation of it now, with him.

Geoff might be learning how he wanted to express himself as a Dom, but she had no doubt he was a skilled lover. She and Chris both knew he never had to be told anything more than once, and he strove for perfection in all that he did. Sometimes that could be a pain in the ass but, when it came to this, she had a feeling she was going to be thanking all the divine powers for that personality trait.

She rubbed herself over the panties, under the panties, her lips parting at the sensations through her core, along the insides of her thighs. Standing there, impressively virile, he crossed his arms over his chest, shifting his weight to one hip. Heavens above, she could come just from his regard alone as she pinched and fondled her clit, teased the wet crotch of the panties. Her other hand drifted to her breast, intending to caress the curve, but he made a negative noise.

“I didn’t tell you that you could touch yourself there. Those pretty tits are mine. Just like that cunt you’re stroking is mine. Right?”

She jerked her head in assent, too spun up to question or argue, to debate it in any way. Besides, it was true. He stayed motionless, though his eyes were as alive as a sunrise, changing color and heat second by second. When she was making little gasping pleas, her body lifting and falling under those tides of sensation, he finally spoke again.

“Stop. Put both hands up above your head and hold on to the pillow.”

She obeyed, her glazed eyes on him as he took a condom from his nightstand, tore it open and rolled it on. Then he put a knee on the bed. Hooking his thumbs in the panties, he brought her knees together to slide the garment off her legs, then parted her thighs again. The pressure of his hands said he wanted her to keep her knees spread and bent, her feet flat on the bed as he’d ordered. He slid his hands under her ass, lifting her hips off the bed, holding her there, thumbs caressing her buttocks.

“I like it when you have that sexy, pleading look in your eye. It makes me want to do all sorts of things to you, Sam. Terrible, rough things that will have you screaming in ecstasy. Gentle, soft things that will make you beg. There’s no end to the things I want, and it overwhelms me, how deep it runs.” His gaze locked with hers again. “Don’t let me hurt you.”

“I don’t mind if you hurt me,” she whispered, the first thing that came to her mind. “Just promise me you won’t turn back. That we’ll see this all the way through, whatever happens.”

He answered her with his body. Easing forward, he teased her with the head of his cock between her legs until she was gasping. Just when she was prepared to beg to be fucked, he backed off and stretched out between her legs. Pressing his abdomen against her core, he framed her breasts in his hands and gave them his undivided attention. His heated mouth covered one tip and began to suckle, swirling liquid warmth in her belly like vanilla-fragranced batter in a mixing bowl. She
writhed in reaction, but he kept her pinned, licking and sucking on the nipple until it was hard and aching. He didn’t ignore the area around it, kissing and tracing that with his tongue, squeezing her hard in his strong hands so a guttural sound came from her throat. She nearly came off the bed when he moved to the other nipple to give it the same treatment.

“Geoff . . . please. Oh God . . .” Her knees quivered, her thighs shaking from the bent-legged position he was making her maintain. He didn’t need restraints like she’d seen on the websites. He’d told her to stay like this, and she had, only requiring his command to hold her in place, even though everything in her strained for more.

He lifted off her when she was nothing but electric impulses from head to toe that made her twitch and jerk. “Do you want me to fuck you, Samantha Beth?”

“Yes. Please.
Please
.”

He shifted back, sliding his hands underneath her hips again, tilting her up for his penetration. She shuddered from head to toe as he breached that gateway with the head of his cock. He paused, still cradling her ass to keep her at the right angle. “Say it again.” His voice was strained, his eyes burning into hers.

“
Please
. Please fuck me.”

He sank into her wetness in one sure thrust, taking himself to the hilt. His testicles pressed against her buttocks, the weight of his body holding her fast. The sensations were incredible, powerful. Little spasms shot through her. If he so much as moved, she thought she might start to have a hundred mini climaxes like starlight.

He withdrew slowly, letting her feel the friction of his corona at the mouth of her sex, then reversed and pressed back in, just as slow. She swallowed gulps of air with parted, wet lips. His gaze fixed on them as he did it again. And again. Her body was being swept with fire.

“Geoff.”

“Keep your feet flat on the mattress.” His pace picked up, the thrusts becoming deeper, more powerful. He made her keep her legs in the position he’d ordered, and the clutching sensations that gripped her clit, that rippled deep in her womb, told her she was right, that he knew exactly how to satisfy a woman sexually. Stretching the long length of his body over her, he adjusted so his upper chest and shoulders were in her field of vision and he could grasp the headboard with one hand. Gripping her buttock with the other, he braced a knee between her legs to drive into her more deeply, change the angle so a cry broke from her lips. It was as powerful a sensation as a climax, but still, astoundingly, not the actual thing.