Cream of the Crop (2 page)

“Slower. Head down. Look at the floor. Not me.”

If he make
s me bark, I'm leaving!
She studied the weave of the carpet and began again, inch by inch.
Submissiveness.
She'd read about it, but never actually performed it. Then panic reared its ugly head again. She wasn’t into whips and chains. A little biting and pinching was okay, but what was this guy into? He didn’t seem like the leather type. Then again, dominators didn’t walk around with signs hanging around their necks announcing it either. At least she didn't have to look at him. That steely stare of his and his drop-dead, aristocratic good looks made her feel like she was ten years old. When she neared the entrance of the bedroom, he leaned closer and ran a finger down her spine. Her entire body ignited.

Thank goodness t
he bedroom was darker than the rest of the suite. She suppressed a sigh of relief and continued toward the king-sized bed. At the mattress she stopped. She was about to turn and ask what he wanted her to do next, but that sexy voice of his shot every reasonable thought out of her head.

“
Stay just like that.”

With her ass in the air
, she was thankful for the longer skirt, but more so that wash day had been yesterday. Being caught wearing her granny-panties would have melted her into the floor in embarrassment. The red lace bra and thong had been for her benefit. She'd didn't think she'd be sharing it. At least not on the first night.

When her limbs
began to ache, she went to shift more comfortably.

“
I said stay like that.”

Patrice had warned her never
to question a client. Whatever they asked for they received. Too bad she was a slow learner. The question popped out before she could stop it. “Why?”

“
Because the view is breathtaking.”

She'd
received compliments before—not a lot, mind you—and certainly not like that one. The rustling of cloth sounded behind her.

“
Stand and face me.”

She did
so and discovered him lounging on an ivory divan that was situated against the wall beside the doorway. He crossed one leg over the other looking far too smug.

“
Ordering woman around? That's your pleasure?” She tried not to sound like a bitch, but the words came out exactly like that.

“
My pleasure began the moment you walked in.”

I
s this guy for real?

“
I'd like you to undress, but do it slowly. I'd like to watch you...pleasure yourself,” he added almost as an after-thought.

Everything about him
confused the hell out of her. And that request of his sent her lust bubbling. This was something new, and exciting. However, the notion of stripping for him wasn’t. She’d tried her hand at topless dancing, but it'd been a disaster. Plus, the long nightclub hours weren't conducive to her studying regime. Most men she dated were students. In other words, beer guzzling idiots. Or she picked from the other spectrum—computer geeks. More often than not she ended up teaching those boys a thing or two. Here was a real man with some delicious ideas she'd only dreamed about. Not only was her curiosity piqued, so was her libido.

She
sensuously bent over pretending to fix the strap on her shoe. When she heard his quick intake of breath, she smirked. Keeping her back to him, she straightened and began leisurely unbuttoning her jacket. She slipped it off shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Next came the zipper of her skirt, which she pulled down ever so slowly. It fell to join the jacket. She stepped away from the pile of clothes and faced him. Judging by the protruding bulge in his pants, she was doing something right.

“
Let your hair down. Then I want you to sit on the edge of the bed and do whatever it is that you do to please yourself.”

A
surge of unadulterated boldness overcame her. Perching her bottom on the mattress, she closed her eyes and began working her fingers through her hair. She pulled out the pins holding the bun firmly in place while imagining herself as some 1950’s sultry movie star. Soon her hair tumbled down across her shoulders.

Keeping her eyes tightly shut,
she kept up the fantasy as her hands did delicate caresses over the red and black lace bra. When her fingers brushed over her nipples, pleasure spiked through every nerve.
Damn!
She was enjoying this far more than she thought she would.

With
deftness she knew many a men wished they possessed, she unhooked her bra with one hand and eased the straps off her shoulders. She held up the front so that the material still covered her breasts. Millimeter by millimeter, she lowered the lace until her breasts were bare. Her nipples peaked even more from the coolness in the air.

She actually felt heat ignite
throughout the room. With her eyes squeezed shut, she sensed him watching her every move. This was definitely one of the most arousing moments of her life.

She brought the string of pearls up to her mouth to keep from moaning
and prayed she didn't make a puddle on the bedspread.

As she bent to take off
her shoes, he whispered, “Stay as you are.”

The
pleading lilt in his tone quickened her pulse. He’d been calling all the shots up until now.
Advantage point, moi. Let's see what I can do to have him begging for more.

She pushed
herself backward and opened her legs just a little. Again she placed herself in la-la land and imagined herself as some Penthouse Playmate at a photo shoot. Gliding her hand down over her stomach, she stopped at the lacey edging of her underwear. She tried to control her breathing, but lost it when her forefinger did a torturous swipe over her clit. The orgasm was quick and intense, leaving her shivering uncontrollably. Never had she orgasmed so fast.

Too embarrassed to open her eyes, she listened to him
remove some piece of clothing.

Then curiosity got the best of her. She cracked open an eye and was immediately ensnared by
his hungered stare. How could he look better than her fantasy? Those steel-blue eyes of his held her fast. This guy was beyond perfect. Hell, he looked photo-shopped, for crying out loud.

He approached the bed
, climbed on it, and pushed her shoulders onto the mattress. The strength in his grip brought such naughty notions to mind that she had turn away so he wouldn't see the kind of effect he was having on her.
Shit!
She was supposed to be a professional.

His fingers slipped beneath
the material of her panties and leisurely slid them down her legs. Her thong was soaked.

The pads of fingers were large
but soft. As his hand trailed back up along the inside of her thigh, she swore he was shooting electricity directly to one spot.

“
Do you know how beautiful you are?” he whispered hoarsely.

Stunned, she
laid there like a mute. What was she supposed to say to that? She wondered if Patrice had a manual of witty responses for situations like this.

“
This won’t do, I’m afraid.” He stretched an arm under a pillow and pulled out a blue silk scarf.

She
eyed it suspiciously.

“
Sit up." The authority in his tone caught her attention.

She rose
up on her elbows, her heart beating a tad faster.
Please don’t tie me to the bed.
Visions of being tortured did a sudden flash through her mind.

H
e leaned closer and wrapped the silk around her eyes. His chest was so close she could lick it. Before her tongue could touch him, he gave her a gentle nudge back down onto the mattress. She lay there not knowing what to do. What seemed like an hour later, she felt his fingers brush up and down the fine line of her pubic hair. A bigger puddle formed between her legs.

“
Do you like that?”

She nod
ded.

“
Tell me.”

“
Y-yes.”

“
Yes, what?” he asked as he continued his torture.

She wanted to scream and push against his hand, but a little voice inside told her
no. “Yes. Yes I like it.”

H
e dipped a finger inside and moaned louder than she did. She tensed when he moved away. Why didn't he spread her wide open and plunge his cock in until she screamed for more? She heard him fumbling with his pants.
Finally.
She went to remove the blindfold.

“
Leave it on.”

The
crinkling of cellophane filled the silence.

A condom! YES
.

“
Sit up.”

She balanced herself on her elbows and waited.
The latex sheathe landed in her hand. She fumbled with opening of the package
. This would be so much easier if I could see.

He shifted closer.
She took in a noseful of his yummy cologne. It was like an aphrodisiac. She breathed deep, which completely addled her concentration.

H
e guided her hand straight to his cock, which she discovered was thick and rock hard. She was more aroused now than when she'd masturbated for him. How was it possible? Just because she couldn't see?

With hand
s shaking, she began sliding the condom down his shaft as slowly as she could. Hearing his sighs made her bolder. She leaned forward and applied delicate flicks of her tongue over the top of his crown. Every time she did so, his breathing stopped. She resisted the urge to throw him onto the bed and take what she ached for, but payback was bitch. If he could tease her to delirium, it was only fair to return the favor.

Just as she
opened her mouth to swallow him, he pulled away.

“
Not yet.” He pushed her roughly onto the bed. In the next instant, gentle-soft lips kissed and nipped her neck. Stars exploded. That was the one spot that made her a ball of putty.

She
took his head in her hands and attempted to guide him to her breasts, but he forced her arms above her head.

“
Not until I say so.”

It wasn't easy, but s
he suppressed a groan of frustration.

“
Tell me.”

“
Yes,” she managed. This submissiveness wasn't her, but damn, she’d never been so turned on before. The blindfold augmented every nerve perception, making his touch more pronounced, more salacious. She’d always preferred being in control. This turning of the tables was too good to be true.

He lay on his side,
gripped her waist, and pulled her over to straddle his stomach. Moisture from between her thighs slicked across his skin. He gave a barely audible groan as he pushed himself backward to the headboard. With him holding her arms at her side, his mouth took control. His lips made a path down the center of her chest. She held her breath. She wanted him badly. Then he clamped her nipple between his teeth. When he moved to her other breast, she shamelessly whimpered. Need filled her to crux.

She
balled her hands into fists as he moved from one breast to the other at a snail's pace. A bubble built inside her as he suckled each nipple until they were as hard as her clit. Then he bit down on one and then the other. This time she couldn't be quiet even if she were gagged. She screamed and clenched his head to her chest.

He reached
up and stretched her arms out to the side, biting the nipple harder. “Unless you want to be put over my knee and spanked, follow the rules. No touching me until I tell you to.”

Now that was delicious notion.

He devoured her breasts like a starving man. As he moaned, the vibrations from his lips created sparks that undulated throughout her body.

“
I want to feel you drip all over me,” he whispered. "I want you soaking wet when I slide my cock inside you. Drenching me. Leaking all over my balls.”

She
could only nod.

“
Tell me. Beg for my touch.”

All inhibitions fled.
“God! I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me. Just fuck me already!”

“
Are you dripping?”

“
Yes. I want you so badly.” She tried to graze her clit over those rock hard muscles of his abdomen and crush herself into orgasm, but he released her arms and gripped her hips to hold her in place. Liquid fire pooled between her legs. She wanted to come all over him, but he continued his tease and torment game. Such exquisite torture.

Sweat slicked her skin. T
he anticipation of feeling him inside and slamming in and out with his balls smacking her ass and his pubic hair tickling her clit made her weak with want. Her mind worked overtime as she imagined what he was doing and what she'd hoped he'd do next. She fantasized of his head bobbing between her legs as he licked her dry.