First Kiss (Emma's Arabian Nights, #1) (7 page)

“I want to kiss you,” he murmured.

Oh, how she wanted that kiss, but if his lips touched hers, she’d run the risk of throwing him to the floor and riding him until they both passed out.

“No kisses.”

“Ever?”

He sounded so sad that she couldn’t help but smile. “No, not forever. Just not right now. I want to take this slow. And yes, I know how ironic that sounds considering what we just did, but that was more about me learning what brings you pleasure.”

“You bring me pleasure. Just being here, touching you, is just about the best thing I’ve ever felt.” He gave her a bad boy grin that made her breath catch. “If you would just let me lick that pretty, wet pussy of yours, I could show you how much you mean to me. Let me worship you with my mouth, Mistress. I’m begging you to ride my face until you’re satisfied. You have no idea how much I want you. Standing here instead of placing your hot ass on the edge of that desk and kneeling between those soft thighs, is fucking killing me. I bet you taste like spring, all fresh and new.”

A feminine sigh came from their right and Emma looked over in surprise to find Tanya standing next to them, making calf eyes at Ryan. “If you don’t want him, Mistress, I’ll take him. Hell, I’d go Domme for a piece of that.”

Irritated at both herself and Tanya for falling so easily under his erotic spell, Emma took the clothes from the other woman and held them out to Ryan. While her feelings about him were out of control, she knew exactly how to put Tanya in her place. The cute pink-haired woman loved to be punished and she had a sudden naughty urge to tease Ryan. There wasn’t a man alive who didn’t like seeing two women playing with each other and she knew from Ryan’s information form that he’d checked the box “
watching two women together
” as very interested. She was too possessive to even consider the thought of another woman touching Ryan, but she loved the idea of him watching her.

“Hands against the wall, Tanya.”

Tanya’s breath picked up and she bit her lower lip. “Yes, Mistress Emma.”

With a little sway in her step, Tanya walked over to the exposed brick wall and placed her hands on it, tilting her pert little ass in its white thong surrounded by tulle towards Emma. Behind her, Ryan sucked in a breath and she motioned to him.

“I want you standing next to her.”

He started. “What am I being punished for?”

“You’re not being punished, Tanya is.”

“But…”

“Don’t argue with me. Just do it.”

His jaw clenched and he hesitated, glancing at the door leading to the parking lot as he finished pulling his pants up. “Mistress, with your permission and if it pleases you, I’d rather not do this in public.”

She absently wondered what Domme had trained Ryan to reply so nicely and tried to ignore the stab of jealousy that tightened her muscles. “I wouldn’t expose you like that, Ryan. I remember your hard limits about public play outside of the dungeon. No one can come in that door unless they are buzzed in, giving us plenty of time to…civilize ourselves.”

The flash of Ryan’s grin warmed her belly, and he quickly moved to Tanya’s side. The sight of them standing next to each other, petite and pretty next to dark and dangerous, was as good as a shot of a powerful aphrodisiac. She moved behind them, stroking them both and awakening their skin to her touch. Ryan made a low sound deep in his throat as she gripped his ass.

Tanya let out an answering moan. “Oh Mistress, your sub sounds so sexy when he does that.”

“Doesn’t he?” Emma nipped Ryan’s shoulder. “You should hear him when he comes.”

“Yes, please,” Tanya replied in an eager voice while Ryan wisely kept his silence.

“No, his orgasms belong to me.”

Tanya gave her a quick, curious look before turning back to face the wall. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“How many spanks do you think you deserve for forgetting your duties?”

“Whatever Mistress desires.”

“Good answer.”

Emma stepped behind them and pulled Ryan’s hips out a bit. Instead of spanking him, she leaned against his bent body, using him as a resting spot while she fondled Tanya’s ass. Since Ryan had such a thing for watching, she would torment him by describing what she saw without letting him see anything.

“Lift your skirt for me, Tanya. Mmmm, good girl. She has such a cute, perky little butt, Ryan. All pale and creamy. I’m going to turn it pink and hot.”

At the first smack, Ryan flinched slightly. When the next half dozen spanks landed and Tanya began to cry, Ryan got antsy against her. She had a feeling Ryan wouldn’t like seeing a woman in pain, no matter who she was or what the circumstances. And since he wasn’t a hardcore masochist like Tanya, he probably couldn’t put himself in her place and understand that for Tanya, pleasure and pain were almost the same thing. When Tanya shrieked at a particularly hard smack, Emma almost stumbled as Ryan pushed himself nearly all the way off the wall, his big body tense against her. With a sigh, she pressed him back into position, teasingly scraping her nails down the tattooed skin over his spine.

“Easy, Ryan,” Emma said in a soothing voice as she rubbed Tanya’s bottom. “Darling girl, tell him how this feels before he thinks I’m abusing you.”

Tanya shuddered as Emma ran her palm over the reddened flesh of her bottom. “Good…so good. And warm…warms me up from the inside out. Makes me wet.”

Ryan started to turn, and Emma could see his lips moving. “Go ahead, Ryan. Ask her your question.”

He sighed, then shook his head. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I know you wouldn’t hurt her. I apologize for my reaction.”

Emma couldn’t resist the urge to lay fully against his body while she stroked Tanya’s warm bottom. With her cheek against his back, and her hips curved over his rock-solid ass, she listened to the strong beat of his heart and the rush of breath through his body, His scent enveloped her and she indulged herself by placing one gentle kiss on his shoulder.

“Thank you,” he said in a low voice that was barely above a growl. “I’ve been coveting your kiss.”

Emma stilled, then traced her tongue along a swirling pattern around a cleverly rendered tattoo of a dijin rising out of a bottle. Before she could second guess herself, she whispered against his skin, “I want to see you tomorrow night.”

He made a pleased, purring noise. “I would love that. Would you please come to my home? It isn’t that far away and you can bring someone with you if you wish. I want you to be as comfortable as possible. I know it sounds crazy, but know I would never hurt you. Please trust me to bring you pleasure and keep you safe. My only goal is to make you happy.”

Tanya shot Emma a wide eyed look and mouthed the letters O-M-G.

Emma was indeed having an oh-my-god moment. Because this was Ryan. She knew he wasn’t bullshitting her and going to his house would change her life. On some bone-deep level she sensed that she could trust this man. She realized that despite her fragmented memories, he didn’t hate her, and whatever had happened between them on that drunken night long ago probably wasn’t as bad as she remembered. Now that she was older, she realized he’d done the right thing by not letting her take things further in the front yard of her parents’ house. If her dad had come outside, it would have been a double homicide after he shot Ryan - twice. Then again, her dad might have been overjoyed to have her date someone other than her cheating loser boyfriend, Darren.

Ryan sighed, and she moved with his deep breath. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you.”

“No, no, that’s okay.” She took a deep breath and dredged up her courage, conscious of Tanya holding her breath. “I will meet you at your home tomorrow, and I expect to be fully pampered by you.”

“Of course. What’s your favorite flower?”

Closing her eyes, she relaxed into him further and he leaned forward a bit, providing her a more comfortable position. The automatic way he did that spoke of his constant awareness of her. It thrilled her both as Domme and a woman.

“Hmmm…I don’t know. I like things that smell pretty, so when I walk into a room and take a breath, I can smell the flowers in the air. It reminds me of the warmth of the sun no matter what time of year.”

“Any allergies?”

“Nope. But I don’t care for fish.”

“No fish, got it.” He shifted beneath her. “Mistress, I hate to cut our time short, but I have an overseas business meeting that I have to be awake for at 5 a.m.”

Reality intruded and broke the sensual spell that had ever so briefly made her feel…not alone. “Yes, of course. Please finish getting dressed.”

Emma stepped back and for the first time in forever, she felt shy. Normally, she’d meet any man’s gaze and stare him down, but with Ryan she found herself unable to face his scrutiny, or even ogle him as he dressed. It wasn’t a dominance thing. It was an emotional thing. Disconcerted by her uncharacteristic hesitation, she lifted her chin.

“I enjoyed your company.”

Ryan finished pulling on his boot and grinned at her. “Mistress, you have no idea how much I enjoyed this.”

She was astonished when he crawled across the floor towards her, his body moving like a big cat and a predatory look in his dark eyes. Once he reached her feet, he looked up at her with a devilish twinkle in his eye. “May I show my respect by kissing your beautiful little feet? God, this fucking gold toenail polish is killing me.”

She was tempted to say no because of that last sentence, but decided to give him some leeway. They weren’t in a scene at the moment; that fact made her approval all the more important. If she let him perform this act of devotion to her out here, where Moira was no doubt watching with bated breath through the security camera, it would be a public admittance of her need for him. She hated needing someone. It sucked and would only lead to hurt feelings in the future, but she couldn’t resist his touch.

She just had to try to keep her emotions out of it and enjoy the moment.

Surely she could do that.

“No, you may not kiss my feet. Stand up.”

He stood, then then ran his hand over his bald head with hurt showing in his dark eyes. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to step out of bounds.”

The sight of Ryan’s distress woke the protective side of her heart and without thinking, she took a step closer to him. “I want you to kiss my neck.”

Fuck! Why did she just say that? Her neck was crazy sensitive and she’d be leaving a puddle of arousal on the floor by the time he was done with her. This was madness, this was…

Her thoughts disintegrated into a swirl of lust-filled sparks as Ryan gently cupped her corseted waist and tugged her slightly forward. The bulge of his cock pressed against her with deliberate intent. A slight tremor went through her and his hand on her waist briefly tightened. Her mind kept trying to come to grips with the fact that this was Ryan, the boy who’d been on the debate team, the nerd who excelled at video games, was now tearing her apart from the inside out with desire.

“May I touch you with both of my hands?”

What? He wanted her to speak? The lust was so thick in her blood all she could do was nod her acceptance, then moan as he gently supported her neck with his large hand. Unable to help herself, she slid her arms around his waist and stroked his warm skin beneath the smooth cloth.

Ryan brushed his lips over her skin with such gentleness that she had to strain to figure out if what she felt was real. Then his breath warmed her and she moaned louder than she’d moaned for some men while climaxing. “Emma, my self-control is hanging in tatters right now. If I kiss you and you make that sweet noise again, I won’t be able to stop myself from licking you until you scream my name. I’m going to take a rain check on kissing this lovely neck until tomorrow night. Please forgive me for not being strong enough to serve you as you wish.”

A hot rush of pure need made Emma’s knees weak. She flushed when she realized she was holding him to her like a drowning woman clutching a life vest. Embarrassment at her own lack of control cooled her passion only slightly. She stepped back and smoothed her chain skirt, reminding her of how naked she was beneath it. She wondered if he could see how wet she was.

New rule - no going commando around this man
.

Scraping together her dignity, she tilted her chin up, then nodded with what she hoped was cool indifference. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

The bright, happy smile he gave her let her know she’d failed miserably at her feigned disinterest.

“Goodnight, Emma.” With that, he was gone out the door, taking all the air in the room and the last remnants of her sanity with him.

Tanya walked over next to her and stared at the closed door. “Does he have a brother?”

“Why?”

“Because he’s obviously infatuated with you, but his Mama must have raised him right. I’m hoping there’s more where he came from.”

“Hands off,” Emma said. The tone might have been friendly, even somewhat mocking, but she was crazy-jealous-bitch serious.

“Like I’d have a chance with him.” Tanya rolled her eyes. “I could have set my tits on fire and he wouldn’t have even noticed. That man loves you.”

Heat raced from Emma’s chest all the way up to her hair line and she was sure she was blushing bright red. “He does not.”

“Look, I know what a man looks like when he’s in love, and that man right there loves you.”

“That’s stupid.”

“But true.”

Emma toyed with her skirt, unable to keep her hands still. “He could be a psycho.”

“He could be your Prince Charming.”

“Or my frog.”

“No, more like your horse.”

“What?”

“Mistress, I saw the size of what that man is packing.”

The women stared at each other for a moment then burst into giggles. As Emma hugged her friend, she couldn’t still the excitement in her veins or the butterflies in her stomach. She hadn’t been this eager about a man in…forever.

After talking a bit more with Tanya, Emma made her way to her office and her excitement began to wane as doubt set in. Maybe she was getting this all wrong. Maybe Ryan just wanted her only as his pro-Domme.

The heat in her blood chilled and she tried to push away the sudden hurt. She could very easily be seeing something more than there was. Yes, he said all those nice things, but it could just be part of his worship kink. But this was Ryan, and he’d never lied to her when they were kids. She could only hope the years hadn’t changed him. God knows she wasn’t the same happy, naive girl she’d been in high school. The thought of how joyful and trusting she used to be before getting caught up with her cheating, douche bag ex-boyfriends sent a pang of longing through her.