Cherry Bomb (12 page)

The sensation was maddening. The pressure was
intense, and she was so ready to come, she was past the point of
knowing anything but the orgasm her body craved.

I reached down and began to stroke her clit
in gentle circles. I massaged her clitoris, hard and fast, feeling
her spiral out of control.

Nothing could have stopped me at that point
as I felt the blast of her orgasm hit. I pulled out, jerked the
unwanted condom from my body, and empty my seeds onto her
stomach.

What she did next sealed her to me forever.
She reached down and rubbed her finger around in my come before
scooping up a bit and placing it into her mouth. The sound of her
sucking on her finger made me hard instantly again.

“You are so going to pay for that. But I have
to go right now.” I bent down and took a hard bite of her breast,
yanking it up with my teeth. “Saturday morning, nine, at the club,
dress.”

“Dress how?

“You’ll figure it out.” I raised up and
looked her deep in the eyes. “Bye, my little sex demon.”

After one smaller kiss on the forehead, I
buttoned up my pants and turn to leave without one more glance in
her direction, giving her the
false
assumption of what the
night meant to me.
Nothing.

Yes, I was being a royal ass.

I haven’t called, texted, or even watched her
since I walked out the day before with her body: naked, used,
covered in my come, and looking simply mouthwatering. I had to test
her and see if she was capable of being the sub my body craved.

I was an agitated mess. I needed her, anyway
she allowed it.

I had been up since six, first beating my
body up in the gym and then waiting. I had never worried about a
woman before. I closed my eyes and envisioned her laying on that
couch, sucking my come off her finger, and for a moment my heart
actually hurt.

I flexed my hands, wanting to squeeze the
lush lines of her body. I fucking loved her curves. Her body
swelled in all the right places, skinny women have never done a
thing for me.

At precisely nine a.m., she walked through
the front door wearing a skintight leather dress, and black
thigh-high boots. I drunk in her utter sexiness until I was
reeling. Damn, she was stunning. Kicking my feet off the desk I was
sitting at, I went to stand.

“Did I dress correctly?” she asked, and did a
little twist on those six inch heels she was wearing.

Oh, Babe, you have exceeded my wildest
imagination.
“It’ll do,” I said and tried not smiling.
Shit,
babe, I can’t even hide my emotions with you.
“I prefer you
naked.”

I walked up to Cherry and pulled the same
silk blindfold she wore the first night I had her here. She smiled
up at me with a sensual gleam when she realized what it was. “Turn
around.”

She did, without hesitation. I slipped the
blindfold around her neck and yanked her back next to my chest.
“Today, you’re mine,” I said and pinched her jaw with my hand. She
didn’t speak, simply nodded. “Good, girl.” I proceeded to tie the
blindfold around her eyes. “Should I take you here in the entry?
Where anyone can walk in off the streets and find us,” I asked, and
slowly slid the zipper down the back of her dress. She shivered.
Babe, no one gets to see this beautiful body except me.
“If
you disobey me here, I will punish you. If you obey, I will reward
you. Understand?” I whispered in her ear then tugged on her lobe
with my teeth, soothing it afterwards with a slow flick of my
tongue.

I stepped away.
Shit, she is so fucking
hot. I can’t wait to taste you, precious.
She held perfectly
still, that innocent stance was the most erotic gesture she could
perform, and hit my cock like a rocket ship.

I opened the top drawer of the desk, and took
out a heavy set of chains I had placed in there earlier. I let it
hit against the solid wood top of the desk, wanting her to hear the
sound of their heavy clang. I studied her, and only for that reason
did I witness the small shiver that run up her spine. “Are you
scared, baby doll?”

“No, Master,” she said softly, lowering her
head.

“Good.” I fastened the heavy metal collar
around her neck then jerked on the two thick chains connected to
it. Her chest flung forward. “Wrist.”

She held up her hands, without question. I
snapped the small leather cuffs hanging from the ends of the chains
to her arms. “I like you in these,” I said and tightened them.

I took her hands in mine, guided her down the
hallway, and up two sets of stairs to our biggest private suite. I
loved how her silence spoke so heavily for her obedience.
Could
this lady be any more perfect?
I led her over to a St. Andrews
Cross and firmly placed her back to the rough grain of the wood,
letting it scratch over the unzipped opening on her dress. I
unsnapped the bands on her wrist and reattached them to the cross.
“I wish you could see how beautiful you are?”

She stumbled on her foot causing her weight
to pull on one of the chains. I steadied her. “Be careful. The day
is only just getting started.”

I slid a pair of scissors out of my jean
pocket and paused. I hated to destroy the ravishing garment she was
wearing but she had to learn the power exchange between a Dom and a
sub. I grabbed the hem of the dress and yanked on it before running
the scissors along her inner thighs. “I think you are a little
overdressed.”

I started at the bottom, cutting through the
buttery leather, to the neckline. I gasped when I peeled it back,
realizing she didn’t have on a piece of undergarment, and pictured
scraping the edge of the scissors along her smooth, unblemished
skin.
Holy fucking shit, she’s irresistible.

I swallowed back the lust caught in my throat
when her large nipples hardened as the cool air swept over
them.

I rolled the elongated nipples around with my
fingers and thumb.
Damn, I wish I had some clamps.
I lifted
up one of her breast and twisted it in my hands before slapping my
other hand over it. She yelped. “These babies need to be wrapped in
ropes, maybe, later.”

“Please, Sir.”

Later, some other part is calling me
now.
I stroked my hand down the planes of her stomach and over
her lush slit. Dropping to my knees, I placed a kiss on the
smoothness of her stomach. A sensuous sigh stirred from her body as
I rubbed my palm on the curve of her ass, then down the back of her
legs. When I brought my hand around to her mound, I was unable to
fight the urge any longer and ran my nose along her inner folds,
her pussy glistened.

I closed my eyes to breathe in her scent. My
newest addiction was her smell. She was like a long drag of heroin,
only a hundred times more potent.

I kissed a line along her hipbone and down
her thigh. I glanced up at the outline of her body. Her heavy
breast fell and rose with each breath she took, her engorged
nipples called for my touch, her skin soft and smooth. “Heaven,” I
said, so soft it was almost a whisper.

I didn’t deviate my eyes from her frame as I
firmly pushed her legs apart. “Sir,” she said in a tone resembling
a cry.

She moved one foot slightly, bringing her
legs closer together. I growled, then gripped the spreader bar from
against the wall and placed the leather cuffs fastened to the bar
around her ankles, causing her legs to set a good thirty inches
from each other.
Perfection.

I separated her dripping wet folds apart with
my thumbs and sunk my tongue deep inside her body. Savoring her
moistness, I lapped up the juices gushing from her slit. The finest
wine wasn’t as sweet or as intoxicating as she was. My hard
erection grew thicker and pounded painfully against the jeans I was
still wearing. I stood to take them off when I saw three tear drops
stream down her cheek.

Babe?” I said, and felt my heart stutter in
my chest.

“Please stop? I taste like raw chicken.”

I inhaled sharply and was torn between taking
in more of her sweet nectar to prove to her that I was frantic
about her taste or simply kissing those trembling lips. I chose the
latter.

After a sweet and chasten kiss, I shifted the
blindfold off her eyes. She lowered her head letting her dark brown
hair fall over her eyes but it couldn’t hide the fact she had been
crying.

I hated myself. She asked me to stop. Hell, I
could sense she didn’t enjoy it the first time. But shit, I wanted
it.

I had always boasted that I could read any
woman. But she tried so hard to please me, and I was so wrapped up
in actually needing someone, I couldn’t read her.

“Babe, you’re exquisite. If that is what raw
chicken taste like than I am going to start ordering it every night
because babe, I’m totally obsessed with the way you taste.”

She nibbled on her bottom lip like it was her
last meal and she hadn’t eaten in days. That and the puffiness
forming around her eyes caused every cell in my body to catch on
fire. It had taken everything in my strength to stand there and
remain calm. I didn’t have a clue what to do with this or her.

“Did your husband tell you that?”

She nodded then whispered, “He told me he
loved nothing more than to do that with an old girlfriend but I
smelled rotten and tasted like raw chicken. Even the first night we
were together you could hardly do it for more than a moment. I’m
sorry.”

She was apologizing, like she owed me an
apology.
So sweet.
Didn’t she know I didn’t deserve
sweet?

Cherry’s face scrunched together as if she
had been physically hit. She closed her eyes tight as if it would
make all the pain go away.

I finally wanted to draw blood for pain not
pleasure. I wanted James Webb to fucking die.

“No, baby, I wanted to devour you that night
and every night since. You turned me into a horny teenager again. I
was in a frenzy, wanting to taste every inch of your body.”

The tip of her pink tongue darted out to wet
her full lips, I was at a loss.

I rubbed a finger and thumb over my jaw
before pressing my thumb to my bottom lip.
Fuck this.

I hastily unfastened every cuff and chain on
her body, shoved the remains of her dress to the floor, and lifted
her up in my arms. "Wrap those amazing legs around my waist."

In less than a second, her legs had my hips
in a vice grip and her warm core stroking over my stomach.
Why
her? Shit, Drake Hart, how in the hell did you let some woman make
you so crazy?
I had never felt like this before.
Fucking
ever.

My lips locked with hers as I walked her over
to a rotating swing.
Scared shitless.
It was that simple.
Scared, I would lose her. Even more scared, I would be unable to
erase all the lies her bastard for an ex filled her mind with. But
the worst of all was that I would bring the final blow, and my past
would destroy the one thing I wanted most. Fear was clawing at my
insides like a fucking monster.

I placed her hands on a metal bar above her
head and laid her back against the thick, leather straps on the
swing. Bending down, I connected leather restraints to her ankles
then fasten similar restraints around her thighs. Her back arched,
displaying her breast, perfectly. Stroking my hand up and down her
inner thigh, I clutched her knee. “Let the bar go,” I said and fell
to my knees. The swing twisted in the air eliciting a loud scream
from Cherry. I threw her leg over my shoulder, and kissed the
inside of her thigh before running my nose along her inner folds,
smelling her scent that could only come from heaven.

Cherry moaned. Sticking out my tongue, I slid
it between her legs and tasted my drug of choice.

“Master,” she screamed, her fingers brushed
through my hair. “Yes, yes, that feels . . . oh, God, don’t
stop.”

She didn’t have to worry, I had no intention
of ever stopping. My life had been shit. The start was a life no
one deserved. But I survived and came out a stronger man, but no
matter how much my dad tried I never felt like I had a home. Until
her. I lapped at her, tasting the most delicious treat in the
world. She was pure. Not one of those girls I screw for a paycheck,
not some whore from the club.
Get these thoughts out of your
head, Drake. She is just another woman.

I grabbed both her legs to hold her wide
opened, burying my face deep within her heat, and slid my tongue
over her sensitive bud as she pulled at my hair and screamed out,
“Master.”

I wiggled my tongue deep within her core.
“The sweetest taste ever,” I murmured against her opening.

She bucked against my face and lifted her
hips, begging me.

Beautiful, Cherry pie, you never have to
beg. This is my joy.

I licked harder then sucked her swollen clit
into my mouth. At that motion, she came apart as her body convulsed
from her climax. The taste that flooded my mouth with her released
had me wanting more. But a simple statement, halted me still.

“I want you inside of me. But I want the
vanilla variety,” she said when she freed her lip from her bottom
teeth. I wanted to bite that lip too, but I settled for kissing
them instead.

Her tongue darted out and over my lips,
tasting herself on them. Her hands gripped my arms and held me to
her. “Please, now.”

Cherry wanted vanilla. I didn’t know how to
do vanilla, except as a horny teenager. But screw it, I would give
her whatever she wanted because as long as I was inside of her, I
was content.

I couldn’t get out of my clothes fast enough.
Chucking my pants across the room, I pulled the swing back over to
me. Skin against skin was nothing new for me but it was different
with her. There was a spark between us that was new and
exciting.