Temptation’s Edge (26 page)

Then it was his cock taking all her attention. The shaft was thick, the flesh a pale gold, the head swelling already, growing darker as she moved in, letting the warmth of her breath bathe his flesh.

His hand slid behind her head, but he didn’t hold her firmly, as he might have before. He seemed to sense already that something would be different this time. He twined his fingers in her hair, but his touch was light. So was the first flick of her tongue on the tip of his rising cock. He groaned softly.

She smiled, did it again. Waited with a sense of glee as he
pulled in a hissing breath. She moved in and let the flat of her tongue rest against the head and held it still there, simply letting him feel it while she felt the beating pulse of his desire against her tongue.

“Ah, come on, sweetheart,” he said finally.

She didn’t move, heard him take in a long, slow breath, then pause before he blew it out.

“So that’s how you’re going to play it, is it, darlin’? You know I could pick you up and turn you over my knee right here, don’t you?” When she didn’t react, he went on, “You are a little minx, aren’t you? But that’s one of the things I love about you, Mischa. That you’ll only take so much shit from me.”

She would not focus on the fact that the word “love” had just come out of his mouth. No she wouldn’t. But she would certainly make him pay.

She opened her lips and slid her mouth down the length of his cock, swallowing him deep all at once.

“Ah, Lord, girl!”

His fingers flexed in her hair, but still he didn’t do anything to try to control her. She moved back, sliding her lips up the heavy shaft until she’d reached the tip, let her tongue swirl there, dipping into the hole. Loved it when he shivered. She did it again, really pushing inside, and his hips arched. She drew back.

“Payback is a bitch, is that it?” he murmured, but his voice was heavy with pleasure.

She felt it—that she had the power right now. That he was entirely at her mercy. It was what she needed at that moment. And she loved what she was doing to him. Loved the flavor of his big cock, the weight of it in her mouth. The moans of desire, the way he shuddered with each touch, each stroke of her tongue. She smiled to herself again before she yanked his jeans down a little, giving her better access. She grasped the base of his cock with one
hand, her fingers barely managing to wrap around it, and gave it a squeeze. He groaned. She felt the tension in his thighs as he tried not to move.

Very good.

Then she reached between his muscular thighs and cupped his balls in the other hand.

“Oh, that’s good…”

She glanced up. Connor’s eyes were closed, his head tilted back, one hand behind him on the bathroom counter, steadying him.

She licked her lips, gazed once more at his beautiful cock. It was all hers tonight.
He
was all hers.

She grazed the engorged tip with her lips, just a soft brushing, back and forth. Let her tongue dart out to taste him, teasing him. She took the head into her mouth, sucked hard enough to hurt, she knew. Connor was beginning a shallow panting, which pleased her enormously—that he was so lost in desire, and that she was the cause. Her own sex was damp, aching with need. But she wasn’t inclined to stop. She kept up the teasing: a flicker of tongue, a brush of lips, a small nip with her teeth at the underside of the shaft, just letting his balls rest in her hand. Then, finally, she swallowed his cock, letting her throat open up as it hit the back of it.

“Ah, you’re killing me, Mischa.”

She began to stroke him with her mouth, sliding up, pressing down, while her tongue danced along the rigid shaft. And she began a gentle massage of his balls, moving them in her hand, while with the other she used her grasping fingers to follow the stroking rhythm of her mouth.

When he began to rock his hips, arching into her mouth, her hand, she knew she had him. Knew he’d lost control—or at least given it up. Given it over to her.

She paused to suck one finger into her mouth, along with his cock, then she slipped it out, moving it back, behind his balls and slowly slid it into his ass.

“Christ, woman!”

But he didn’t move. Just held still, his breath even more ragged than before. She felt a small clenching in his ass, slipped her finger in deeper as she sucked his cock hard.

“Ah…”

When he tried to press on the top of her head, to guide the motion, she put one hand up to still him. And he cooperated, taking his hand from her hair.

She really went to work, then: sucking his cock until her cheeks hurt, until she was hurting him a little, she knew. And knew he loved it. Sliding her finger in and out of his ass, massaging his prostate. Using her other hand to make a tight ring around the base of his big cock. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. And all the while she was growing absolutely soaking wet, as if his mouth was on her, his hands on her body. She felt the power of what she was doing to him. Felt his pleasure as if it were her own.

“Mischa!”

He came, shaking all over, groaning, calling her name again and again.

“Mischa! Christ, girl! Mischa…ah…”

She felt him shoot down her throat, the salty-sweet heat of his come. She kept working him until she was sure she had every last drop. By the time he was done she was trembling as hard as he was. He slid down onto the bathroom rug, pushing her down on the floor. The soft rug was beneath her, but her shoulders were lying against the cool tiles, making a lovely, sensual contrast to the molten heat of her body.

He was kneeling over her, his cock still out of his jeans, glistening
with her saliva and a little of his come. Her pussy was pulsing with desire, her breasts aching to be touched.

“You know what I want, Connor,” she told him, power still heady, making her dizzy. “Come on. Give it to me.”

He smiled, that quirky grin of his. Then he got on all fours over her, bending to lay a quick kiss on her mouth before moving down.

He began to lick her breasts, first one, then the other. Long, sinuous strokes of his tongue. The mounded flesh, the undersides, around the nipples, then finally pulling her stiffening nipples into his mouth. First one, then the other, back and forth, his mouth on her driving her crazy. She wrapped her legs around his back, trying to pull him closer, but he was too strong; she couldn’t budge him.

“Connor.”

He laughed then, a muffled sound, as he had one nipple in his mouth.

“Connor, come on. Suck me.”

He did, hard, sending a small, lancing pain through her. But pleasure ran just as deep.

“Oh, that’s good,” she murmured.

He moved to the other side, did it again, that rough sucking into his hot mouth, and she had a moment to wonder how his mouth could be so silky and so hard all at the same time. But in moments he was sucking, sucking, and she was losing herself in pleasure. Her hands went into his hair, but he reached up and held them firmly out to the sides, pinning her down.

She didn’t care any longer. Didn’t need to be in control. It felt too good to just let him go, let him do what he wanted. Once he realized she’d stopped struggling he let her go, and she left her arms where he’d placed them, feeling open, a little wanton.
She let her thighs fall open and he instantly pulled away from her breasts and slid down her body. Her pussy squeezed in anticipation.

She didn’t have long to wait. In moments he was tonguing her slit—long, lovely strokes, up and down. She was soaked, her hips rocking, needing to come almost instantly. When he sucked her clit into his mouth it started—spirals of pleasure moving through her system like some lovely, high-pitched keening at the edge of her hearing. He pushed his fingers inside her, and her pussy tightened, pleasure spreading, into her belly, her breasts. Her nipples went tight. Her climax spread like lightning heat, that fast, that hot, scorching her in its wake.

“Connor, I’m coming…oh…oh…”

He let her ride it out, just as he did when it was pain he was giving her, rather than pleasure. Or maybe it was all the same. Her mind was swimming.

Connor raised his head, his eyes twinkling. Devilish. “Did you like that?”

“Loved it,” she breathed.

Love you.

Don’t.

Don’t love him. Don’t think it.

“I’ll love it even more when you can fuck me properly,” she said instead. It was just as true.

“Ah, give the girl a little power and she runs with it.” He reached down and squeezed one of her breasts in his hand, and she surged into his touch, her body still buzzing with her climax. “Don’t think I won’t fuck you good and hard shortly, darlin’. I’ll fuck you and spank you until you’re coming and screaming and crying all at the same time.” He gave her nipple a good, hard pinch, making her breath hiss through her teeth. “You know I will.” His eyes were dark, glittering.

“Yes.” She smiled.

“That’s better.”

He sat back on his heels, looking down at her, a small smile on his handsome face. She felt dwarfed by his size. But she felt no inclination to get up off the floor. She loved the way he made her feel. So female. No, it was more than that. He made her feel utterly
feminine
. She didn’t want to stop to consider why she reveled in it.

“Time to feed me, woman. Have to replenish my strength.”

“Good, I’m starved. What are you making for me?”

Before she even had time to flash him a grin, he’d pulled her into his lap and turned her over. His hand came down on her ass in a solid smack.

She gasped. “I know you think you’re punishing me,” she said from between gritted teeth as pleasure poured through her system.

“On the contrary. I’m giving you a little gift of endorphins to carry you through what I plan to do with you later, once I’ve eaten.”

“Mmm…”

She was trying to think of a witty reply when the spanking began in earnest. There was a volley of quick, sharp slaps, then the angle changed and it was the whole hand hitting her, his hand cupped so that his fingers and palm made contact, making for a heavy, thudding sensation, rather than just the sting. She knew he would bruise her. She didn’t care.

No, that wasn’t quite true. She wanted it. Wanted him to mark her.

The pressure built inside her quickly, so quickly she wondered if she could come simply from him spanking her. That and the feel of his muscular thighs under her belly. She arched her hips, found that she could press her mound into his thigh, pressing her needy clit against him.

Oh yes, that was enough. Pleasure spiraled along with the pain. Her ass was a mass of sensation: his hard hand coming down on her aching flesh over and over, the sting turning into a lovely burn. The desire blossoming between her thighs. She parted them a little, really grinding down on him. And he was letting her do it, she knew from some vague, endorphin-filled place. Letting her get off on his thigh while he spanked the hell out of her.

She was hovering on that edge, her orgasm just out of reach. She angled her hips and he shifted a bit beneath her, the ridge of his big thigh muscle hitting just the right spot. And as he smacked her ass she swore she could feel the reverberation echo through her body, setting her off. She came in a torrent of pain and pleasure, grinding her mound against him, her clit swollen and pulsing.

She was left gasping, her climax still sending small ripples through her body when she realized the spanking had stopped. Connor lifted her until she was cradled in his lap. He was grinning down at her.

“That’ll teach me,” she murmured, her eyes half-closed as she rode out the last lovely brain chemicals surging through her.

Connor chuckled, a deep, infectious belly laugh, and she found herself laughing with him.

“You are the strangest woman,” he told her.

“But you like it.”

“I do.”

“You must be starving by now.”

“About to faint away,” he agreed.

“We can’t have that, can we?”

“I’d lose all my dignity.”

“Well, if you’ll let go of my left nipple, maybe we can get up and find some food.”

He looked down to where he’d been squeezing her beautifully sore flesh between his fingers, grinned.

“Ah. Right. Up we go, then.”

He lifted her to her feet as he stood. She was a little dizzy. With her stunning climax. The aftereffects of the hard spanking. With the dynamic between them.

Something had shifted the moment she’d gone down on her knees and taken control. And even though the control had very clearly shifted back to him, something had remained changed.

She would still submit to him. There was no question about that any longer. But something in the way they related to each other, both in and out of those roles, had shifted. They were more just people together, who they each were. It was less about those roles, suddenly.

More dangerous.

Yes, but more enjoyable, too.

She was going to miss him.

Stay in the moment.

The moment was awfully damn good. She didn’t want to miss a second of it dwelling on things she’d rather not think about.

He pressed a finger to the spot between her drawn brows.

“What’s going on in there?”

“Um…just thinking about food. I really am starving.”

“It’s too late to order out. I’m afraid you’ll have to put up with my cooking.”

“I’m sure I’ve had worse.”

He yanked her in close, gave her sore bottom another smack. “Think I’ll poison you, do you?”

“Let’s hope not. We still have one more session to go on your tattoo.”

“Smart little minx,” he muttered as he handed her dress to her, then zipped up his jeans. “Come on.”

He brushed a kiss over her cheek, then turned to leave the bathroom.

“I’ll be right there. Give me a second.”

She closed the door behind him, taking a minute to wash her hands, to splash some water on her face and give herself a quick whore’s bath with a washcloth she found rolled up on a shelf. She used her fingers to smooth her hair into place, looking at her flushed face, her blue eyes sparkling.

No one had ever made her feel alive the way Connor did. No man had ever brought out her humor—not one she’d slept with, anyway. She was more often funny with her friends. That was who she felt relaxed enough with to be herself. So what did it mean that her personality was coming out with him?