Because You Are Mine Part V: Because I Said So (3 page)

She didn’t think she drew a breath until he joined her a moment later in the shadowed interior of the cab. He slammed the door closed. With him on the seat with her, the space suddenly felt smaller and more intimate. In the distance, thunder rumbled and rain pitter-pattered on the roof.

He glanced over at her, wiping his hand over his slightly rain dampened, dark hair.

“You know what I want,” he said quietly. “Lie back and make your pussy available to me.”

His deep voice echoed around her head in the ensuing silence. Her sex throbbed and prickled with excitement. She couldn’t help but recall the pure, distilled pleasure he’d given her last night with his mouth. She did her best to find a position to accommodate him. For once, he wasn’t instructing her. He just watched as she leaned against the door and spread her thighs as wide as she could, given the barrier of the backseat. Her heart was pounding against her breastbone by the time she settled. Her anticipation was so sharp, it pressed down uncomfortably on her chest. He sat unmoving, his gaze glued between her thighs.

Suddenly he sat forward and pushed on her outer knee, sending her sandal-covered foot to the floorboard of the car, spreading her wider. The vision of his dark head lowering between her legs was so exciting, she bit off a moan before he ever touched her.

She whimpered when he placed his entire opened mouth over her outer sex. It felt hot and wet and unbearably exciting. He moved his lips erotically against her clit, applying a taut pressure, and then parted her labia with his sleek tongue. He shifted, burying his face more intimately in her sex, lashing at her clit more forcefully than he had last night, rubbing it, circling it, pressing it so ruthlessly that she screamed and bucked her hips.

He held her steady with his hands, forcing her to take her pleasure full-on. She grabbed onto his head, feeling herself burn and melt beneath him. He ate her with a tight focus, his actions almost angry they were so relentless, as if her pussy had done something to offend him . . . like he needed to show it who was master.

He was,
Francesca thought through a haze of sexual heat. Her head fell against the window with a thud, but she was heedless. How could she experience discomfort when she was swimming in bliss?

What sort of a fool was she to take him as a lover? When he walked away from her, she’d never be satisfied with another. She’d be ruined for life.

He used his fingers to part her sex lips. He lifted his head and began to whip her clit hard, pressing and agitating until she called out to him in a frenzy of lust. The vision of him tonguing her sex was indecently lewd . . . unbearably exciting. Her fingers gripped in his short hair, and she cried out sharply.

She exploded in climax, holding onto his head as if she thought she was drowning and he was her only lifesaver. He continued to eat her as she shook, keeping her right on the crest of her climax for what seemed like forever, demanding she give him his due. Just when she fell limp, thinking he’d squeezed every last blast of pleasure from her, he’d move his head or his tongue in such a way that she shuddered again.

He coaxed one last shiver out of her a moment later, before he lifted his head. Her vagina clenched tight when she saw that his lower face glistened with her juices. She panted for air as he regarded her soberly.

“I want to be able to do that to you,” she whispered, meaning it with every ounce of her spirit. What a powerful gift he had the power to give. She wanted to reciprocate.

“Have you ever? Used your mouth to pleasure a man?”

She shook her head. He grunted, and she couldn’t tell if he was pleased or irritated. Perhaps both.

“I didn’t think so. You’ll learn, but those aren’t the type of lessons that should be given in the backseat of a car,” he said before he sat up. She watched as he closed his eyes tightly for a second and put his hand over his mouth. He dropped his hand and glanced over at her, his distracted gaze once again fixing on her pussy and narrowing. Again, he clamped his eyelids shut.

“Get dressed,” he said grimly, reaching for the car door. “I’m taking you back to the hotel, and you’re going to deliver on your promise.”

The stark anticipation she’d experienced when he’d told her to get into the backseat began to mount again as she reached for her clothing.

Chapter Ten

Ian didn’t say anything on the rainy drive home, and Francesca was too keyed up to push any conversation. It was as if something had happened back there in the car that she couldn’t understand. Some sort of nameless, thick tension seemed to fill the air between them. She would have thought it was the low pressure from the storm but knew it didn’t exude from rain clouds.

Ian was the source.

When they arrived at the hotel and pulled beneath the entrance canopy, a young, energetic valet greeted Ian by name. Ian gave him some directions about returning the car to the rental agency in English and then handed him the keys along with a wad of cash.

“Thank you, Mr. Noble,” the valet gushed appreciatively in heavily accented English. “Never worry that the car will be returned very fast. I’ll see to it myself.”

“
You don’t have to worry. The car will be returned very quickly,
”
Ian said distractedly as he took Francesca’s hand.

“Yes, as you say.
You don’t have to worry. The car will be returned very quickly
,” the young man repeated aloud, and then several times under his breath.

“I won’t give it another thought, Gene,” Ian said with a small smile. The short conversation with the valet seemed to lighten his mood a tad. He noticed her raised eyebrows and curious expression when they got on the elevator. “I told Gene I’d try him out in my mailroom if he learned English. He has an aunt and uncle in Chicago and a big American dream.”

She smiled as they stepped off the elevator. “Watch out, Ian.”

He glanced sideways at her as he used the card key to the suite.

“You’re exposing your soft spots.”

“You think so?” he asked unconcernedly as he held the door open for her to enter. “I think I’m being very practical. I’ve observed firsthand what a hard worker Gene is. He scrambles to please when others shuffle.”

“And of course you always want those who are most willing to please you.”

“Yes,” he said, ignoring the sarcasm in her voice. He’d led her to the bedroom suite and now turned to face her. “Are you struggling with that, Francesca?”

“With what?” she asked, confused.

“With entering into an agreement where the primary goal is to please me.”

“I do this to please myself,” she said, lifting her chin.

His amused glance ran over her face. “Yes,” he murmured, touching her jaw with gentle, blunt-tipped fingers. She shivered. “And that’s what makes you so special. Because pleasing me does please you.”

She frowned. Something about what he’d said encroached on that uncomfortable topic of domination and submission.

He smiled and dropped his hand. “I would prefer you didn’t struggle so much with the basics, lovely. There’s nothing shameful about your nature. In fact, I find you exquisite. You really have no idea why I had to have you at all costs, do you? There’s a quality in you that only a man like me can see . . .” He tapered off when he noticed the bewilderment on her face. He exhaled heavily. “Perhaps time is what is needed in your case. That, and practice.”

She blinked when she saw the gleam in his eyes.

“Please undress and put on a robe. Brush your hair, but then restrain it at the back of your head. Sit at the corner of the bed. I’ll be with you momentarily. We need a few things for this very important lesson.”

You really have no idea why I had to have you at all costs, do you?

Ian’s words kept echoing in her head as she did the things he’d asked, plus brushed her teeth. Sitting and waiting at the corner of the bed definitely ratcheted up her anxiety. She wasn’t pleased, necessarily, that she was so eager to please Ian sexually, to give him the type of pleasure he could give her, but she was honest enough to admit it was true to herself. Apparently she had no right to mentally cast aspersions on Ian for his preferences when she herself possessed equally dark desires.

Her thoughts were cut short when Ian walked into the room wearing a pair of black pants, his torso and feet bare, and carrying a small plastic bag. She watched him, growing breathless at the vision of his near nudity. Would he ever allow her to touch and caress and pet all those sleek, bulging muscles and smooth skin? His nipples were tiny and almost always erect, as far as she’d observed. He set down the bag on one of the chairs at the end of the bed. He took out something with straps she couldn’t identify, along with something she did recognize: the leather handcuffs. He stepped toward her, the items in his hands.

“Why do I have to wear the handcuffs for this?” she asked, disappointment filtering into her tone. She’d thought she was finally going to get the opportunity to touch him.

“Because I say so,” he said gently. “Now stand up and remove the robe.” She came down from the corner of the bed and untied the robe. The air felt a little chilly on her naked skin. Her nipples pulled tight as she tossed the robe on the end of the bed.

“It’s cool, but I think what I have in mind will be making you very warm very soon. Turn your back to me,” Ian said.

Once again, she had to resist a strong urge to gawk over her shoulder and see what he was doing back there. “Put your wrists together at your back,” he instructed. Her clit pinched in excitement when she felt him buckle the restraints around her wrists, binding her arms behind her back. “Now turn around.” She let out a small gasp when she saw the white jar that he held. Heat rushed between her thighs. She was becoming conditioned to that little jar of cream. Her body responded just upon seeing it. Ian paused, seeming to notice her reaction as she eyed the emollient.

“I’m acquainted with a doctor of Chinese medicine in Chicago who recommended this stimulant, but I’d never used it before you. I’m getting the distinct impression that you approve of it,” he said, his full lips shaping into a small smile. He stepped toward her and she held her breath, knowing what was to come. He plunged his finger between her labia and rubbed her clit, covering it with the stimulant. She bit her lower lip to prevent herself from crying out in excitement. Maybe it was her imagination of what was to come, but she already began to burn.

He dropped his hand. She watched anxiously as he picked up the item with the black straps that she’d noticed earlier. There was a thin cord attached to it as well, with a small control panel.

“What’s that?” she asked, slightly alarmed.

“It’s something designed purely for your pleasure, lovely. Don’t be afraid,” he said as he came toward her. “It’s a hands-free vibrator,” he explained, sliding the adjustable straps around her hips and tightening them. She stared down in mixed fascination and arousal as she saw him press a clear, ridged, jellylike column against her labia and clit. He set the control panel with a dial at the edge of the bed. “I don’t relish making you uncomfortable, but since you are inexperienced, your first lessons at this might be more . . . trying for you until you become used to things. I want you to feel pleasure while you’re learning me. It will make things easier for you. Perhaps.”

“I don’t understand,” she said as he further tightened the straps on the vibrator until they were snug and stepped back, examining his handiwork. It was as if she wore a skimpy pair of underwear with the little vibrator wedged between her labia. Her pussy was already buzzing just from the slight pressure and the clitoral cream, and Ian hadn’t even turned on the device yet.

He regarded her soberly for a moment, her nipples pinching tight when his gaze lingered on her breasts. “I happen to be very demanding when it comes to fellatio.”

“Oh,” she said, unable to think of anything else to say. He’d said it almost apologetically.

“I’ve never taught a woman to do this. I suspect I’ll be a failure at easing you into this particular activity, but I want you to know that I put considerable thought into it.”

“What do you mean?” She grew increasingly confused by the moment. Were they even talking about the same thing? He’d said fellatio, so she
thought
so, but still . . .

“It’s a bit of a conundrum. I can’t change my demanding nature, and I doubt I could if I tried my hardest in this case, as attracted to you as I am.”

She felt her cheeks heat. Sometimes, Ian could say the nicest things and not even seem aware how his casual statements affected her.

“On the other hand, I understand that how a woman is introduced to giving oral sex has a major impact on whether or not she’ll enjoy it in the long term, so I had to really consider,” he said as he reached into the bag again. This time he withdrew a bottle with a spray nozzle.

“What is it?”

“A throat desensitizer. It numbs the throat, diminishing the gag reflex. It will increase your overall comfort.”

“I see,” she whispered. She couldn’t believe they were having this conversation. She hadn’t really thought about the mechanics before, but Ian’s cock was . . . formidable. She met his stare and saw that he’d been studying her face.

“I’m confusing you,” he said, sighing. “As I said, I don’t want to ruin this for you. Especially since I’ve been fantasizing about you taking me into your mouth since I first laid eyes on you. I’ll want it frequently, Francesca, and I would prefer if we found it mutually satisfying.”

She blushed uncontrollably. The cream began to tickle and burn her clit.

“Okay,” she said.

“Open your mouth,” he said softly, stepping closer. “I purchased some mints for you that have a similar effect, but we’ll use the spray for now.”

It was a strangely intimate thing to do, to spread her lips so that Ian could spray the desensitizer into the back of her throat. It had a refreshing flavor. She immediately felt the back of her throat go numb.

He set down the bottle and came toward her.

“Kneel,” he stated simply.

He supported her at the shoulders while she went to her knees, since her wrists were restrained behind her back. She looked up and swallowed thickly. Her face was directly in front of Ian’s crotch. Why hadn’t she noticed the unusual fastenings on the black pants he wore? She’d been too preoccupied with his beautiful naked torso, and the things he’d drawn out of the bag, to observe that the pants had an unusual square flap over his genitals. She watched, spellbound, as he unfastened several buttons and the flap fell away. He reached into his left pant leg and extracted the shaft of his penis. He tossed the piece of cloth onto the bed, something she barely noticed, because she was suddenly just inches away from his exposed cock and shaved balls. He was hard—not iron hard like she’d seen him in the past but aroused nonetheless. He was beautiful. She licked her lower lip nervously as she studied the tapered, fat head. The thickest portion of it at the base had the circumference of a small plum. Had his cock really been inside her body? How in the world would she take it into her throat?

“You even have to be dressed for
this
?” she asked incredulously, looking up at him, her eyes wide. A shiver went through her at the sight of him standing there, so tall and commanding, his cock poking from the crotchless trousers. It was an intimidating sight . . . an intensely erotic one.

“Yes. Are you ready to begin?”

He palmed the thick shaft and moved his hand along it while she watched.

“Yes.”

He released the shaft of his penis, the weight of it causing it to fall down at an angle. Her lips tingled in anticipation.

“Oh!” She jumped.

He’d turned on the vibrator. It buzzed energetically against her labia and clit. She looked up at him, stunned by the rush of intense pleasure. He studied her face closely. She felt a flush of warmth go over her chest, lips, and cheeks. It felt sinfully good. He grunted in satisfaction and stood before her again. He took his cock into his hand.

“I will teach you to use your hand with your mouth on another occasion. Today you will grow familiar with having me in your mouth,” he said. She went still when he stepped nearer and brushed her lips with the tip of his cock. She parted. “Stay still,” he ordered tautly. She remained immobile while he outlined her lips, the fleshy tip of his cock feeling smooth and warm against the quivering flesh. His scent entered her flared nostrils . . . musk and man. Her vagina clenched tight and she moaned softly. The stalk grew firmer and the head felt tauter against her lips. Unable to stop herself, she touched the tip of her tongue to the succulent flesh.

“Francesca,” he warned, pausing in his circling motions.

She looked up at him anxiously. He frowned.

“I forgot the damn blindfold again,” she thought she heard him mumble under his breath. “Spread your lips wide.”

She opened as far as she could. He inserted the tip of his cock into her mouth. “Use your lips to cover your teeth,” she heard him say through the bang of her heartbeat against her eardrums. “Make them into a stiff ridge. The harder you can squeeze, the greater pleasure you will give me.” She clamped him as hard as she could when she heard that. He grunted. “Good. Now bathe the head with your tongue,” he said from above her.

She eagerly did what he said, becoming even more excited as she watched him move his hand up and down the shaft. Was there anything more erotic in the world than seeing Ian touch himself?

“That’s right. Learn my shape. Press hard.” She followed his instructions eagerly. “Yes.
There
,” he said, his voice sounding a little rough when she charted the thick rim beneath the head and pushed against the tiny slit. She was rewarded with a few drops of pre-ejaculate. His taste spread on her tongue, unique . . . addictive. She pressed more forcefully. He growled softly and pushed another inch of his cock into her mouth. He opened his hand at the back of her head, holding her steady. He retracted and flexed his hips, sawing his cock just an inch or two back and forth, again and again.

“Now suck,” he said tautly.

She squeezed him with her rigid lips and applied a firm suction.

“Ah, yeah. That’s a good little student,” he said raggedly from above her as he continued to thrust between her lips.

The vibrator was killing her. She couldn’t escape from the persistent buzz on her sizzling clit. Like yesterday, she felt her nipples and the soles of her feet begin to burn as well. Her lips, too, felt overly sensitive, stretched as they were around the thick stalk of Ian’s cock. They were starting to hurt from maintaining a constant vicelike pressure around his thrusting penis. Still, she wanted more. She needed it.