Promises After Dark (After Dark Book 3) (22 page)

‘Fuck them,’ Dominic says. ‘I want to kiss you.’

As the lift soars upwards, he pulls me to him and kisses me hard, his tongue feverish in my mouth and mine in his. We’re insatiable for one another, my fingers in his hair, pulling his head to me, his arms tight around me, one hand at my neck stroking sensitive places under my ear and at my throat. I want to moan and beg, ask him to take me right now no matter who’s watching, but instead I revel in the passion of our kiss. I know I’ll get what I want before too long.

Then the lift stops and the doors open. I blink, bewildered, as though I’ve just woken from an intense dream. ‘Come on,’ murmurs Dominic, taking my hand. He takes me down the hall to the door of an apartment which he opens with a code tapped onto a pad by the door.

Inside, we are in a large apartment with a panoramic view of the city through its floor-to-ceiling windows. It’s bare and unlived-in, with only a minimum of furniture.

‘Rented,’ Dominic says as he closes the door behind us. ‘I won’t be here long but it will do for now.’

I turn to him and let my coat fall open, standing before him in my red cocktail dress and high heels. His gaze rakes over me appreciatively.

‘You look stunning,’ he says. Then he notices the pearls at my neck. ‘Is that new?’

I reach up and unclasp the necklace. I drop it into the pocket of my coat and then let the coat fall to the floor. ‘Borrowed finery,’ I reply. ‘I think it all disappears at midnight.’

He glances at his watch. ‘It’s almost midnight now.’

‘That’s why it’s got to go,’ I say. I reach for the zip at the side of the dress and pull it down. Then, with a shimmy, I let the red silk slide down my body until it’s in a pool at my feet. I step out of it and stand before him in my bra and knickers. I let his gaze travel over me and then kick off the heels. ‘There,’ I say. ‘Now the spell is broken.’

‘You’re free of the enchantment,’ he says, staring at me intently.

‘I always was,’ I return. ‘He never managed to put me in the tower, no matter how much he wanted to.’

Dominic takes a step towards me. ‘Beth . . .’

My heart thrills to hear it. ‘Beth?’ I say gently. ‘Not . . . Rosa?’

He smiles at me, a delicious lopsided smile that makes my stomach spin with delight at the sight. ‘I adore Rosa – she’s so sweet, so giving, so . . . submissive. It gives me great pleasure to help Rosa learn to be obedient and show her what she is capable of. I hope I’ll have that opportunity many times in the future.’ He takes another step towards me, his nearness sending my senses into a flat spin. ‘She’s also done something very important. She’s brought me back to you, Beth.’ Now he’s so close I can feel the warmth radiating off him, catch the gorgeous scent of him. It makes me giddy and liquid with desire in my depths. ‘Rosa is my playmate – but Beth . . . you are my love.’

I draw in a sharp breath. It’s wonderful, amazing to hear him say it.
He loves me!
I knew it somehow but to hear it is enrapturing.

‘I love you,’ I whisper back.

He puts out a hand and runs it gently over my shoulder and down across my chest, his fingertips making a burning trail over the mounds of my breast that begin to rise and fall with the increased pace of my breath. His touch is setting me alight but there’s something different about this. I’m not Rosa tonight, and this man is not my master. We aren’t going to play at punishment, the kind designed to awaken my senses and send me into a frenzy of desire. Instead, with every touch of his hand I feel tenderness, as though he’s marvelling at the softness of my skin and the delicious feel of my breasts in the same way that I marvel at his beauty. He takes my hand and leads me through a doorway and into the next-door room, a smaller darker place without the floor-to-ceiling windows of the other one. It’s barely furnished, with only a bed, a chest of drawers and a lamp that glows against the wall, emitting a low golden light that leaves the room bathed in shadows.

As we reach the bed, Dominic turns and takes me in his arms, pressing me to him and kissing me with infinite slowness and intensity. We are both lost in each other, absorbed by the movements of our lips and tongues, obsessed with tasting one another and letting the roiling excitement in our loins and bellies begin to build. I realise how much I love this moment, as the thrill of anticipation and mounting desire creates such a pleasurable sensation of soon-to-be-assuaged need. As our bodies respond, mine to his strong hard masculinity and his to the soft, yielding treasures of my breasts and the delectable heart of my sex, we both know that we each have the capability to give and receive the most intense delight. We can surrender to voluptuous pleasure, wallow in our lust for each other, do anything we want, because we’re of the same mind, the same desire – and, best of all, the same heart. Our pleasure in each other is so sweet because there’s no one else in the world we want to do these things with. When we’re together, and his body is joined to mine, moving inside me, our lips melded, then we don’t need anyone or anything else. Our whole world is ourselves and the joy of our union.

And tonight, I remind myself, I’m not Rosa.

I reach out and begin to unbutton his shirt, something Rosa would never do unless ordered. Dominic watches me as my fingers work downwards. His chest is rising and falling a little faster as I reach the end and slide the crisp cotton back over his muscled arms. I leave the shirt on his lower arms so that he is pinned lightly inside it, his arms behind him, then I run my hands over his chest and the soft covering of hair between his nipples. I tilt my head forward and put my mouth over one nipple, taking the small red bud into my mouth and rolling my tongue round it. I pull it gently between my teeth while I pinch the other between my thumb and forefinger, twisting it lightly. Dominic groans a little. He likes this, I can tell. After I’ve stimulated his nipples to hard points, my mouth leaves them and moves up his chest to his arm, where I breathe in his scent and nip lightly at his skin, my hands smoothing around his stomach and back, my nails dragging over the surface. I can sense his desire in the way he’s watching me as I pay homage to his body with my lips and tongue and fingertips, revelling in the feel of him and the sensations I know I’m creating in him. I stand on my tiptoes to kiss his neck, biting with the lightest of touches, licking him, tasting him as I work towards his mouth. He’s desperate for our kiss, I can sense that, but he’s still pinned inside the shirt that I haven’t yet allowed him to take off.

I press against him, letting my breasts move against his bare chest, the fabric of my bra stimulating my own nipples as I brush it over his skin. Finally I tip my head to his and touch his lips very lightly with mine, pulling away before he can have the kiss he longs for. I return to move my lips across his, this time letting the tip of my tongue run over them. He opens his mouth slightly, his breath coming faster but I won’t let him speed things up this time. I want to revel in this exquisite anticipation, the way what I’m doing is revving us both up. I let my tongue move with more force, dipping it between his lips just long enough to make him think that he can have it completely before darting away again to leave my lips nudging and kissing that full pirate’s mouth that I love so much. Then, at last, I can’t wait any longer: I crave the dark, deep possession of his mouth. I press into his mouth, taking it for myself, drinking in his intoxicating taste and he responds powerfully, taking what he can from me. I pull his shirt off so that his hands are free and at once he has cupped my face with them, as though he wants me as close as it’s possible to be.

I don’t know how long we kiss for, but our senses are roused almost beyond bearing by the darting play of our tongues and mouths. I’ve never luxuriated so long in a kiss before, or realised how desire grows stronger and harder the longer two mouths are entwined. I feel as though I’m soaring through sparkling space as our kiss grows deeper and all encompassing.

Then, I realise that he has lifted me up and I instinctively wrap my legs around him so that he can easily carry me to the low bed. He sinks slowly to his knees, our mouths still joined, and lowers me onto the bed. He pulls away from our kiss and lets me recline so that I’m lying on my back and he’s kneeling over me, gazing down at my body with darkly burning eyes. I reach up to run my fingertips over his chest, tracing the outline of his defined muscles, dragging a trail down to the curls of dark hair above his waistline. They lead down to where I know treasure awaits me. I stare into his eyes as my fingers meet to unbuckle his belt, and then undo the buttons on his trousers, aware of the heat radiating out from within. I can see the great bulge beneath the fabric but I’m careful not to touch it – not yet. I want to take all these delights slowly. This is not a night for games or for rushed pleasures, where we gallop breathlessly, eager for the end of the course. This is a night for slow, sensual lovemaking, just for us, for Dominic and Beth, whose bodies work so beautifully together.

He stares back at me, panting lightly, as I push down his trousers to reveal his boxers beneath. Now I can see his gorgeous length, so strong and hard, full of desire for me. I reach inside the shorts and release it, so that it stands out proud and eager. Dominic lets out a low sigh as I touch it but I let it go at once, instead feasting my eyes on it. He’s so beautiful, and the sight makes me pulse between my legs, the throbbing tickle telling me that my sex is already yearning to feel that iron length pressing into its blood-hot, wet depths.

But not yet . . . not yet.

I want to give him pleasure first. I want to kiss and lick his erection, take it in my mouth and love it. He’s still kneeling before me, so I lift myself up and hold him by the hips so that I can run my tongue up his length, from the nest of his balls to the smooth head. He groans as my tongue glides over the tip of his penis, drawing a figure of eight around the tiny hole on the top before spiralling over it and pressing down. Then I’m lapping the sensitive skin, bathing it with my mouth, and then taking my lips, grazing teeth and darting tongue back down the hot taut skin to the base. I do this twice more, lingering as long as I can over each stage of the journey up and down his cock.

I know he can barely stand it but it’s testing him in the most enjoyable manner. I can hear him breathing hard as he watches me suck him, anointing him with my mouth. His fingertips play in my hair and across my head, exerting tiny pressures when I touch a sensitive spot or move somewhere new. He groans a little when my teeth touch him, just softly enough to draw a gasp from him.

‘Oh God, Beth,’ he murmurs. ‘I can’t take much more. Holy hell, what you do to me . . .’

I let go of his penis and lie slowly back down. He knows at once what to do, moving around and lying next to me so that his penis is close to my mouth and his face is at my sex, his tongue and teeth already nibbling at my thighs. I sigh with delight. I’m so hungry for him, my mouth for his cock and my clitoris for the touch of his tongue, and I want those things both at once. He knows and understands, and wants those things just as much as I do. His cock presses at my lips as he inhales my scent and darts his tongue to tickle and play at my entrance. He seems to relish licking the juices that rush to meet him, lapping slowly at my lips and running his tongue up the burningly sensitive bud at the top that’s longing for him to stroke the tip of his tongue over it. As I take as much of his length as I can in my mouth, sucking him hard, he buries his face in me, his tongue bringing me unbearably delicious sensations that are turning my limbs to liquid.

As we work with our mouths to bring each other such delicious pleasure, I feel the excitement building, my sex throbbing under the little pulsing waves that ripple outwards every time his tongue presses down and tickles so unbearably on my clit. It wants to be stroked and petted, driven relentlessly and rhythmically to a climax, and as Dominic licks and laps, it begins to open out like a flower, delivering delectable sensations that grow in strength.

But I don’t want to come yet. Not yet. We’ve only just begun.

I pull away from Dominic’s erection and he understands at once. He turns his body to bring his face to mine. His lips are wet with my juices as he claims my mouth, pressing his tongue deep into me, delivering the taste of my sex that he’s been enjoying so thoroughly. I kiss him eagerly, aroused by the flavours of our lovemaking. Now neither of us can wait any longer, our bodies refuse to resist the imperative for them to join together. I couldn’t stop myself taking him in even if I wanted to delay a little longer and he is breathing hard with the need to be inside me. I feel it – the hot battering ram of his penis pressing against my entrance, the natural lubrication that’s flooding me easing his way as he takes it home.

‘Oh God,’ I cry out, opening to him as wide as I can to take that girth into me.

‘Do you want this?’ he asks. ‘Is this what you want?’

‘I want it.’

‘It’s yours, all of it . . . all of me . . . it’s all yours.’ He thrusts hard inside me. My back arches, my head tilts back. One hand grasps his bottom and squeezes hard, as if to press him further and deeper. I rake the other hand across his back, digging my nails into his skin with the force of the sensations he’s giving me, as though I need to urge him on to ever more powerful fucking.

He’s only too happy to obey. My encouraging hands and my urgent mouth make him find a fierce rhythm, taking his cock far within me and back, returning again and again, each thrust charging the erotic force within to greater levels. I don’t know how long I can hold out before I have to surrender to this elemental need to come. I ride each piercing thrust, rocking myself against him so that I take the maximum pleasure from his body grinding into mine, and each time I climb a little higher, a little closer to my peak.