Chasing Perfection Vol. 2 (14 page)

“You have a gorgeous ass,” I said as I left a red mark on her skin. My hand began to burn and somewhere between the fourth and fifth blow, Krissy’s little yelps of pain became mixed with moans of pleasure.

“Do you like this?” I asked.

“Fuck you.” Her voice was shaking and I recognized the sound I’d heard many times before. She wanted this, but couldn’t admit it. She thought it made her weak. I may have been the one in control, but the women who wanted what I had to offer were never weak.

I slid my hand down between her legs and found her dripping. I pushed a finger inside her and she groaned. “That answers my question.”

I scooped her up and tossed her on the bed. I heard her suck in air as her ass slid over the sheets. I pulled off my pants, sighing in relief as my cock was finally free of its constraints. Krissy glared up at me as I climbed onto the bed. Good. She hadn’t lost her fire.

“You don’t play fair,” she said as I reached for the side zipper of her dress.

“You have no idea.” I slowly peeled off the clingy fabric, taking the time to enjoy the way her body was revealed inch by inch.

“You knew you were going to do this.” Her voice took on an accusing tone. “That’s why you had me get a strapless dress.”

I tossed it onto the floor. “It was either that, or I’d have to cut it off of you, and while I liked that idea, I didn’t think it would be fair to you to destroy a dress you’d paid for.”

She stared up at me, lips parted in shock. I took advantage and covered her mouth with mine, shoving my tongue into her mouth. I took my time exploring, tasting the strawberries, cream and champagne we’d shared. And, of course, the flavor of her from when she’d cleaned my fingers in the elevator. It was a heady combination.

When I straightened, her eyes were glassy, her magnificent breasts heaving as she caught her breath. My own heart was racing as I raised her bound hands above her head. I’d ordered this headboard specially made with elaborate metalwork. The thing that made it special was that the designs had been specifically created to hide their true purpose, allowing them to be both decorative and useful. The cotton strip around her wrist slipped easily over the curved metal, effectively tethering her to the headboard without needing to tie anything. It was complex enough that she most likely wouldn’t pull free during sex, but not so much that she couldn’t get out of it if she truly wanted to.

“You said I wasn’t playing fair, and yet you’ve been working just as hard to undermine me.” I cupped her breasts, one in either hand. “I should teach you a lesson, tease you to the point of orgasm over and over again until you truly understand what it means to burn with need. You’ve experienced only a small part of that. Imagine what it would be like for hours.”

She whimpered as I rolled her hardening nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, and I could see she despised herself for it. Along with that, however, I saw her fear that I would do just as I’d said, torture her with denial.

“I’m not going to do that,” I said. The relief that washed over her was evident. “I’m going to allow you to come as often as you can, but it’s not a reward.” I leaned down and flicked my tongue over one nipple, then the other. I kissed my way up her chest to her throat, stopping by her ear. “I love the way you look when you come.” Her body twisted as I sucked her earlobe into my mouth, lightly biting down on it.

I slid my body down hers, keeping only the lightest contact until I settled between her legs. She spread them willingly and if I hadn’t been focusing on the glistening folds in front of me, I might’ve smirked. Instead, I wrapped my hands around her hips and plunged my tongue inside her.

Krissy let out a wordless cry and her back arched. Fuck, I loved that sound. Nothing was as hot as hearing a woman calling out in pleasure, and being the one who made it happen. The fact that she was Krissy made it even that much hotter. I circled her clit with my tongue, then took it into my mouth. I wanted to hear her scream.

When she came, I kept sucking on that little bundle of nerves, wanting to drive her further and further up, almost to the point of pain. She made a sound like a half-sob when I finally released her clit, but I didn’t completely back off. I went to work below. I wasn’t one of those men who performed oral sex in hopes of getting a return favor or even just as foreplay to make sure the girl was wet enough, or even the ones who did it because they couldn’t get their partner off any other way. I actually enjoyed it, and with Krissy, even more than usual. I knew that meant I was getting myself in deeper than I wanted to, but I didn’t care at the moment. I could worry about that later. All that mattered was that she was starting to build up towards another orgasm and I was determined to get her there before I fucked her.

“Shit, shit, shit!!”

The last word turned into a wail as her pussy spasmed around my tongue. I kept working at her until she was as far as she could go, and then I pushed myself onto my knees. I’d had this room designed so that everything I needed was within arm’s reach. That meant before Krissy had even started coming down from her high, I had a condom on and was sliding inside her still quivering pussy.

“Fuck,” I groaned. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried not to embarrass myself. It wasn’t easy, but I finally gained enough control to drive myself deeper. We fit together so perfectly. I didn’t know how I was going to be able to give this up.

KRISSY

I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. The little dance DeVon and I had been doing at the restaurant hadn’t really pissed me off like I’d thought it would. I liked being in charge and I’d never liked being told what to do, even when I’d been a kid, but there was something about DeVon that made dark things deep inside me twist and squirm. I’d thought it was just his raw sexuality – the man basically breathed sex – but when he’d started fingering me in the elevator, I’d had to admit that a part of me found it hot. Still, I’d had to tease him, had to remind him that I wasn’t some needy little submissive.

Then things had taken a turn I hadn’t been expecting. I wasn’t sure which part shocked me more, that he’d turned me over his knee, that I hadn’t taken the out he’d given me, or that after the initial sting, I’d actually started to like it. It hadn’t hurt, not really, though I suspected he could’ve kept going until it did. As the heat had bloomed across my skin, it had gone down to my pussy and I hadn’t been able to deny my arousal when he’d put his finger inside me.

Now, my wrists were chafed and aching as I tugged at the headboard, desperate to regain some sort of control after being helpless under the assault of his mouth. As he thrust into me, I wanted to have my hands on him, drag my nails over his skin, dig them into his back, into that firm ass. I’d never realized how much I’d used my hands for an outlet during sex and I couldn’t now. Everything was focused on the feeling of him stretching me, filling me, over and over. Each stroke rubbed him against my g-spot until I was seeing sparks. The tension inside me was unbearable and I knew I was going to come again. Two was usually a good fuck for me, three if I helped the guy along. Now I was on number four and he wasn’t showing any sign of slowing.

I screamed as I came, needing to release the pressure as my body shook. He kept going and leaned down, scraping his teeth over my nipple and sending another rush of pleasure through me. My eyes rolled and I stopped trying to get free. I gasped for air, my body telling me it’d had enough, and then, suddenly, he was gone, leaving me empty.

“My turn.”

I forced my eyes to focus. DeVon was kneeling directly in front of me, his knees on either side of my shoulders, his cock hard and glistening.

“Open.”

My muddled brain didn’t even try to protest. I opened my mouth and he slid his cock between my lips. Tied down without use of my hands meant I had to trust him as he began to slowly thrust. He kept them shallow but I could see the struggle on his face. He wanted to fuck my mouth, and a part of me I’d never acknowledged before said that it wanted him to. This wasn’t the time, though. I didn’t trust him that much. I focused on the few inches in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, tasting myself and him mingled together. When I hollowed out my cheeks, sucking hard on the firm flesh, he swore and pulled out.

He unhooked my hands and buried his fingers in my hair, pulling me up until he could crush his mouth against mine. He put my still-bound hands around his neck as he bit and sucked on my lips and tongue. He lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist. The kiss set my nerves on fire so that as I sank down onto him, I came again, my pussy squeezing his cock so tightly that his fingers dug into my ass.

He lifted me until just the tip remained inside, then dropped me, letting gravity do the work. I swore as the movement drove him deeper inside me than he’d been before. He repeated it, only this time, he thrust up as I was coming down and I wailed. As he slammed into me, I danced that fine line between pleasure and pain. My brain and body didn’t know how to translate the signals coming from every single nerve-ending. I clung to him as he fucked me, not sure if I wanted to beg him to stop or tell him to never stop. My pussy throbbed. My ass burned. My clit rubbed against the base of his cock until I was sure it was raw and swollen.

“Please, Krissy.”

I could feel the difference in his movements, the urgency as he pounded into me, and I knew he was close. I shifted my weight, the movement throwing him enough off-balance that we fell backwards, him onto his back and me on top of him. I dropped onto him and everything exploded in a burst of pain and ecstasy so intense that I almost missed him calling out my name as he came.

I fell forward onto him and his arms wrapped around me, holding me as our bodies shuddered and trembled together.

I didn’t even know I’d passed out until I was opening my eyes and realized that DeVon’s body was curled around mine and we were both wrapped in a sheet. His breathing told me he wasn’t sleeping and as soon as I shifted, he let me go and pushed himself up into a sitting position.

I didn’t look at him as I sat up, grimacing as my ass rubbed against the sheets. Dammit. I hoped that’d be better by tomorrow or work was going to be hell. I didn’t say anything as I climbed off of the bed and headed for the bathroom. What was I supposed to say after that? Thanks for the mind-blowing orgasms? Thanks for spanking me? How the hell was I supposed to know what to say if I couldn’t even begin to wrap my mind around how I felt about what had happened?

When I stepped back into the bedroom, ready for an awkward conversation, DeVon was standing there with his pants on and my clothes neatly piled on the bed. Surprisingly, he kept his eyes on my face as I walked over to retrieve my clothing.

“You can sleep in here, if you’d like, or I can call the car service to take you home.” His voice was carefully neutral, as if he didn’t want me to know which option he was hoping I’d take.

I wasn’t going to worry about that. I had enough of my own shit to sort through now without worrying about trying to read him. “I’ll just catch a taxi. I’m sure there are plenty around here.”

He nodded, opened his mouth, then closed it again.

“Spit it out,” I said as I zipped up my dress.

“I don’t want this to come out the wrong way,” he started.

I motioned for him to continue, curious now as to what he could possibly want to say that could come across wrong.

“Do you need cab fare?”

I grinned. “What self-respecting New York woman goes out on a date without cab fare for a late night ride home?”

He laughed and the tension that had threatened to grow eased instead. My head was still chaotic, but at least things between DeVon and I weren’t weird. He walked me to the door, but didn’t try to kiss me good-bye. Part of me wished he had.