First Kiss (Emma's Arabian Nights, #1) (6 page)

Oh, shit.  Oh, shit. Oh,
shit
.

Trying to keep her trembling legs firm, Emma stood and stared at him, seeing the echo of the gangly boy beneath the rugged man he’d become. She’d been haunted by bits and pieces of memories from the night he’d driven her home, fragments that had taken her years to put together. Most of them were too-good-to-be-true recollections of making out with Ryan until she almost came while dry humping his leg. The one thing she’d remembered clearly was Ryan kicking her out of his car. She’d always believed that he thought she was some kind of drunken skank after that night. So what the hell was he doing here now?

She had to get her shit together.

“Ryan, I’m going to the cabinet on the other side of the room. I will never leave you alone while you are restrained, but I will be away from your side. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.” He licked his full lower lip, and she wanted to rub her pussy against his mouth in the worst way.

Practically running across the room to the cabinet, she quickly opened it and stared unseeing at the assorted BDSM equipment inside.

Did Ryan know who she was? He must. While she’d gained a few pounds since high school, she had to admit she looked pretty much the same. She steadied herself by gripping the cabinet shelves as fuzzy memories of the hottest kiss of her life filled her. What the hell was Ryan here? Should she tell him she recognized him?

No, she couldn’t acknowledge their shared past yet. Not while she was practically naked and he was sporting a hard-on big enough to satisfy a horse.

Shit.

He’d thrown her for too much of a loop. Her mind had gone from confident Mistress to hesitant teenage girl in a matter of seconds. This whole situation had suddenly become far too personal, something she never allowed to happen during her sessions. For fuck’s sake, she’d seen Ryan’s cock and it did indeed match her erotic memories. Moisture flooded between her legs and she wanted him like she hadn’t wanted a man in what felt like forever.

Emma’s practical mind was screaming at her to send him on his way, that he was an unacceptable risk to her emotional wellbeing, but she just couldn’t. She’d always wondered what happened to Ryan, and over the years, had even considered trying to hunt him down, but never had. Now he was here and at her mercy.

Even Mother Teresa wouldn’t have been able to resist the temptation that was Ryan bound and naked.

Turning to look past the edge of the open cabinet door, she sucked in a slow breath. Sitting there with his eyes obediently closed and his muscles slightly flexing with tension, Ryan was magnificent. Even though his erection had faded during their conversation, it was still a thick, beautiful cock. She wanted to touch that cock. With a start, she realized she could. Maybe just for tonight she could pretend that she didn’t know who he was, that he was just another client.

And as her client, he was entirely hers to play with.

Her hands shook as she selected a pair of black PVC gloves that went up to her elbows and a bottle of lube. While she was tempted to pull out every single object in the closet and use each and every one on him, she also wanted to entice him enough to come back, to give her a chance to play with him again. Suddenly the idea of going to his home didn’t seem so bad. In fact, she really wanted to see his house, to see the kind of man he’d become, which perversely enough meant this would be their last night together. She could probably resist him now, but if she saw him again she wouldn’t be able to stop seeing him.

Just for tonight Emma could pretend that Ryan was hers.

Moving to stand before him, she watched his face as he registered her presence. His lips parted and she almost kissed him, but she had different plans for their first kiss…or would it be their second kiss? The tattoos on his arms rippled as he shifted on the bench, and she wanted him to tell her the story of each one.

She checked his wrist restraints and frowned at the color of his hands. No real damage had been done, but he’d obviously been jerking at them, inadvertently tightening them. She’d have to keep in mind for future sessions that he liked to struggle, or lacked the self-discipline to stay still. “I’m taking these off. You will stay on the bench and grip either the sides or the top of it.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Don’t move.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

He turned his head slightly as Emma leaned over his side, her left breast brushing his cheek. A hard shudder went through him and she smiled, returning to what she considered her Domme headspace. No matter who Ryan was today or had been in the past, in this moment he was her submissive. If he’d belonged to her, she’d make him wear some kind of marker at all times to show he was taken. Not a public collar, but maybe a pair of wrist cuffs. Maybe even a cock ring - if she could find one big enough. Those possessive thoughts threatened to tear her out of the moment, so she let them drift through her mind, returning her focus to the purely physical. With Ryan, that wasn’t hard to do at all.

After releasing one of his wrists, she massaged it while he winced. “Does it hurt?”

“Just pins and needles. If I may ask, are you wearing some kind of gloves?”

“Yes. I’m wearing black PVC elbow gloves. They’re shiny and skin tight.”

“Lord, have mercy on a sinner,” he muttered in a barely audible voice.

When she pulled back to get his other wrist free, her nipple brushed his lips and she froze. The desire to order him to suckle her nipple, to bite it, swept through her like a compulsion, but she fought it back. Teasing and temptation would only make his eventual reward all the sweeter. Still, she tormented herself by pressing just a little bit closer to rub her nipple over his mouth.

As soon as he opened his lips, she pulled back and enjoyed his frustrated growl. “Mistress, you could drive a man crazy.”

“I know.”

He laughed softly and rubbed his wrists, his eyes still closed.

The lure to touch him was too great and even as Emma chided herself for rushing the moment, she said, “Ryan, I’m going to jerk you off now. I want to see you come, so don’t hold back. Your pleasure is my pleasure and I want to watch you climax.”

A strained noise came from deep in his chest. “Right now I’m so fucking turned on I’m afraid I’ll come before you touch me.”

“Mmmm…we’ll see. Remember, eyes closed and don’t move unless you’re adjusting yourself on the bench.”

She got comfortable on the pillows, moving them around until she was at the perfect level to touch his huge dick. A drop of pre-cum dripped from the flushed, dusky red tip of his cock, making her mouth water. Using the tips of her latex-covered fingers, she caught that drop and smeared it over the sensitive head while enjoying his gasps and groans. He was so vocal, and it turned her on something fierce.

Emma traced the thick veins along the side of his cock down to the base, gently smoothing her fingers over his shaft, then cupped his balls. Like the rest of him, they were big and heavy, just how she liked it. She realized some women didn’t like playing with a man’s balls, but she loved it. She especially loved it when she made even more pre-cum drip from Ryan’s cock. His big thighs flexed as she stroked him, learning the sensitive areas of his body and striving to get more of those sexy-as-hell noises out of him.

The wood of the bench creaked when he gripped the seat behind his back, adding a sexy as hell arch to his body. A sense of pure, decadent power warmed her from within at the sight of such a big, dominant male restrained by nothing more than her commands. She had said not to touch, to fight his primal instincts, and so he did. A sense of wonder filled her as she watched him unravel beneath her feather-light caress.

This was a good man, too good for her, but she couldn’t resist.

Sweat slicked his frame as Emma filled the palms of her gloves with lube, then grabbed his shaft with a firm touch. His shout and the automatic roll of his hips had her moaning softly in response. When she was connected with a submissive like this, it was as if they had an invisible link extending between them that allowed her to feel his pleasure, his passion. He was magnificent, and she wanted to ride him until he roared her name. The head of Ryan’s cock engorged even further, and Emma added her second hand because one just wasn’t enough to fully encircle him. Now that she knew where to touch him for the best response, she ruthlessly drove him to his orgasm. Despite her order to come as soon as possible, Ryan fought it like most men would. Sometimes the male ego was so easy to figure out. Making him climax against his will would strip away some of his control, opening his soul to her.

“That’s it, handsome. Give it to me.”

He bucked as she twisted her hands while she jerked up and down his shaft. Gripping the top of the chair, he pressed his groin as far forward as he could get it, the shaft throbbing in her grip. Her own arousal shot off the charts at his deep groan and she looked up, studying his face as it tightened in desire. His high cheekbones stood out in sharp relief, and even though his lips were pressed together, they were still full enough to make her think very naughty thoughts.

As soon as she felt Ryan’s cock spasm in response to his impending orgasm and heard his harsh shout, Emma placed her mouth over just the head of his dick and sucked his essence out of him. Each blast of the salty seed hit her taste buds with a flavor so male it was like swallowing an aphrodisiac. He kept saying her name, over and over, in a tone of voice that made her feel so desired, so…adored.

She licked and sucked every bit of him that she could get, repeatedly milking the thick vein on the underside of his cock. He began to flinch as the head of his dick became overly sensitive, but she continued to torment him until he was once again hard. By this point, he was resting his head on his forearms as long and drawn out groans poured from him in an almost continuous stream.

Leaning back on her haunches, Emma placed her hands on her thighs in an effort to hide their trembling, flinching at the wetness of the lube on her gloves. She was drunk on him, high on the massive endorphin punch of his submission. Glad he hadn’t seen her waver, she peeled the gloves off and placed them over to the side for the cleaning crew to take care of. The scent of Ryan’s musk tickled her senses and it took her more than a few moments to gather herself enough to stand and not launch herself on him.

Moving to his side, she smoothed her hand over his sweat-dampened back, enjoying the hard muscles flexing in response to her soothing caress.

“You may open your eyes.”

He slowly raised his head and the hunger in his gaze had Emma’s womb contracting. “Thank you, Mistress. That was…amazing.”

The need to touch him, to connect with him, compelled her to hold out her hand.

“Come with me.”

They both laughed when his legs nearly collapsed as he stood. She helped him find his footing before handing him a towel and watching him clean himself with a hint of embarrassment that she found highly erotic.

“Are you okay to walk?”

He nodded and looked down at her, making her aware of how easily he could physically overcome her. Dominating Alpha males was a thrill that always got to her, but combined with the fact that this was Ryan, and Emma was fairly trembling with need. Moving a step closer, he knelt before her, kissed her feet and rubbed his face against her calves like a big cat. The submissive’s need to please and show his gratitude had her smoothing her hands over his bald head as he kissed his way up her legs.

Before he could reach her pussy, which was begging for release, she gently pushed him away and took a step back. If he touched her she’d never be able to walk away. “Our time is over, Ryan. I’ll take you back to the foyer so you can get dressed.”

“Let me clean you, Mistress, please. I need to taste you.”

“No, Ryan. We’ll discuss ways you can earn a taste at our next session.”

Shit, she hadn’t meant to say that!

The words had just slipped out and she swallowed hard, trying to hide her panic. “That is, if I agree to another session.”

“Mistress, I will do whatever you wish. Just please, don’t turn me away.”

The desperate look in his eyes devastated her. She didn’t want this to be the last time she saw him. The very idea sent a painful ache through her chest and she tried to stay strong. “We’ll see.”

Her heart hammered as she gave him an abrupt nod. Unease twisted through her as she considered the ramifications of what had happened here tonight. He’d gotten dangerously close to taking their scene beyond business to real, intimate pleasure, just through the gift of his submission. It had been a long time since she’d connected with a sub on all levels, and she realized that she was starving for Ryan’s attention, for his touch. She tried to tell herself that the only thing Ryan wanted out of this was a sexual relationship, but her gut told her differently. The affectionate way he looked at her left little doubt in her mind about his feelings for her, and every time their gazes met, she was filled with warmth.  When they left the room, the cool air of the hallway made her aware of how very wet she was.

Emma was by no means ashamed of her nudity or sexuality. She was, however, a little irritated with the receptionist’s glance and little smirk at her rock hard nipples and the subtle change in Emma’s gait as she tried to compress her thighs. After Ryan left, she was going to spank the hell out of Tanya, then make use of the submissive’s very talented mouth. And when the other woman’s hungry gaze went to Ryan’s cock, a surge of possessiveness roared through Emma.

Trying to keep her out of control hormones and emotions in check, Emma squared her shoulders. “Tanya, retrieve his belongings and bring them to me.”

The pink-haired woman flushed and scurried off, leaving her alone with Ryan.

He hesitantly reached out, and when she didn’t stop him, he slowly stroked his open hand down her cheek.

“When can I see you again?”

“I’m off for the next couple days, but we can schedule a session after that.”

Ryan’s brows drew down and he took a step closer, the heat of his body washing over her highly sensitized skin. Being in a constant state of arousal for a good hour left her feeling keyed up and needy. After a session, she was normally tired and ready to go take a nap, but now, her pulse raced as he continued to softly stroke her skin.