Mastered 2: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender (40 page)

Chapter Three

As soon as the door to his apartment clicked shut Lucas closed on her, pinning her up against the wall in the hallway, caging her there with his body.

Naomi trembled. She wanted him, but he'd flagged up some pretty intense sexual preferences, and she was flying blind on that score. Apart from some playful spanking she'd never played with a real Dom before. Everything he'd said had intrigued her and turned her on, big time, but she was stepping into the unknown.

Then he locked his hand around the back of her neck, his fingers moving beneath her hair, and ducked his head, kissing her hungrily.

The kiss, at last
. She'd been thinking about it all evening, wanting it and imagining it. His mouth on hers melted her doubts away, instinct taking over.

She let go her bag and it fell to the floor. Her hands locked around his head as responded to him. With his free hand he hitched up her skirt, cupping her bottom in his hands, pushing aside her lacey underwear so he could touch her skin. She gasped at his forthright touch and her head fell back against the wall. When she did, he ducked his head to kiss her throat. His teeth grazed her throat.

"I want you so much," she murmured. She felt delirious as she said it. "Lucas, please... I really want this, but I'm a little afraid."

He drew back, pausing. "Don't be. I'm here to look after you."

She clung to him, swallowed, then nodded. There was no turning back. After she'd given way to her doubts and agreed to go home with him, she had to know what it would be like to have sex with a man like Lucas.

"Come on, let's get properly inside."

He gestured down the hallway and led the way.

Naomi was grateful for the short reprieve, and tried to gain a measure of her surroundings as she followed him. She was fully expecting his home to be identical to his office, all male and minimal. He flicked a light switch as they entered the sitting room. To her surprise it was quite different to the geometric black shapes of his office. The building was a conversion from an old Georgian manor house, by the looks of it. His was a ground floor apartment and although it wasn't vast, there was an ostentatious feel about it that came from the considerate renovation of the original features. White pillars and tall windows gave the place grandeur, while shutters and an original fireplace gave comfort. Oddly, it looked as if it had been furnished in the style of a hotel suite with matching taupe sofas and numerous cushions in autumn shades. It didn't have a personal touch, but it was luxurious and comfortable.

Lucas watched her as she glanced around, and he looked like a big cat assessing its prey, and she was that prey. It made her feel light headed.

"Tell me why you're here," he said.

"I'm here because I wanted to know what it'd be like, to be alone with you."

He nodded. "Show me how much you wanted that."

Naomi's pulse raced. She wasn't sure what he meant.

"Strip," he added, with a quick nod at her clothing.

The command fell from his lips so easily, as if he was asking her to take a seat. But the effect it had on her was devastating.
Can I do this?

It's what she'd come there for, to get intimate with him, and he was taking control of her, as promised, but she hadn't expected the simple but stunning one-word instruction.

The answer was that she couldn't walk away – she couldn't
not
do it.

Bracing herself, she kicked off her heels and took off her jacket, throwing it onto a nearby sofa. Mercifully she'd worn her best undies to give her confidence. She'd had no idea they would be exposed in any way, let alone to a gorgeous, masterful man who had her weak in the knees. She reached around to undo the zipper on her dress, but her hands were shaking.
Calm down
, she told herself.

Stepping out of her dress, she threw it on top of the jacket. She was down to matching black lace bra and panties, and sheer black stockings. With one hand she unclipped her bra and let it slip away down her arms. Her nipples were taut with excitement and she shivered when the fabric left them and they were bared.

He was forcing her to be brave, asking her to undress for him. She risked a glance at him. She could see the concentration in his eyes.

They were learning about each other. That's what it was all about.

Beneath his zipper she could make out a bulky erection. It was such a turn on to know he wanted her, that he was ready. It urged her on.

She put her thumbs into the band of her panties.

As she did he stalked closer, drawing to halt right in front of her.

Her heart thundered in her chest.

"Don't stop on my account," he said.

She eased the fabric down her hips. When she stepped out of the lace, he reached in and inserted his fingers into the groove of her sex. Inhaling sharply, Naomi had to grab a nearby chair to save herself from falling over.

"You're wet." He smiled widely. "When did you start thinking about this, about us having sex?"

"When you watched me on the running machine. I wanted you before then, but the way you looked at me...it made me think it might happen."

He nodded. "Let's leave the stockings on."

"Okay." He didn't remove his fingers. The contact was maddening.

His gaze locked with hers. He looked deadly serious. "I want you to surrender to me, totally. I know how much you want to. Don't be afraid. Just close your eyes and let it happen."

Right now it would be impossible to close her eyes to the current view, his sculpted features so close, so intent, so possessive as he looked at her. "I'll try," she whispered.

"Good. Now you've got one rule to follow."

"Only one?"

"Yes." He pushed his hand deeper between her thighs, cupping and clutching her pussy in his palm. "You're not allowed to come until I say so, and be warned – it won't be until my cock is deep inside you."

Instinctively she pressed forward into his hand. Then her body wavered because she realized the implications in his warning. If he kept touching her like this he could make his rule impossible to obey. Her clit pulsed wildly and it took all her effort not to push down into the hard cup of his palm for relief.

Smiling knowingly, he withdrew his hand. "Your patience will be rewarded."

She swallowed down her frustration.

He pulled off his tie, casting it aside. "Let's take this to bed, get comfortable."

Naomi found her hand in his as he swept her off to his bedroom. She had to race to keep up with him. As she did she caught sight of herself in a full–length mirror as they passed – looking like some wild-eyed nymph in stockings being led off by her lover.
Is this really happening?

The bedroom was another well furnished suite-like room, except the bedcovers were all black and sumptuous looking. That was a personal touch of his, she was sure of it. When she paused to look around he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, dropping her to the surface unceremoniously.

Bouncing on the mattress, astonished, she laughed in disbelief.

He sat on the edge of the bed and parted her legs, bending her knees and planting her feet flat to the surface of the bed.

The laugher faded on her lips.

In a single swift, brazen movement he'd put everything on display.

With one finger he teased open the lips of her pussy and looked at her. "Don't forget my instructions. No coming until I say so."

Then he bent over and licked her – long and slow, back and forth – from her opening to her apex and back, each time circling her clit.

She pressed back against the pillows, wave after wave of pleasure flooding over her.

"You taste good," he said as he lifted his head.

She turned her face away, unable to bear the directness of his words.

"Have I embarrassed you?" He arrested the hood of her clit between two fingers and rolled them.

Stunned, she could hardly get her brief answer out. "No."

"Are you sure?" He tweaked her clit.

"Oh. Fuck." She writhed on the bed. "A bit, yes, but I'll get over it."

He laughed.

She was desperate for release and yet afraid of how consumed she was by this experience. This man, what was he doing to her?
Owning you.
The voice in her head led a shiver through her.

Her back arched, the tension in her body excruciating.
I'm going to come. He's going to make me come.

She didn't want to though, she wanted it just as he had described – with his cock inside her.

He ducked his head again, took another lick, his tongue moving from her opening up to her clit, spreading her juices. Then he pushed his tongue inside her.

It was sweet, slow torture. "Lucas, be careful…"

He put his hands around her inner thighs, holding her open. The stubble on his chin felt brusque against her sensitized folds. It only turned her on more.

Moaning loudly, she clutched at the bed covers with her hands.

Just as she was about to come, he shifted and rolled her over – so she was face down on the bed – and slapped his hand against her bottom.

"You were about to come weren't you?"

"No..."

"I think you were." He tutted gently, then slapped her bottom again.

"Oh god!"

He spanked her again. "You like that, huh?"

The stinging slap led a dark thrill through her, wiring her whole body. It was presumably given as a warning not to come, but it made her want to come even more. She tried to lift up on her elbows, and managed to look back at him through her hair. "How did you know I would?"

Lucas chuckled. "Any woman who single handedly starts her own business in the fashion world is clearly up for some pain."

She laughed, she couldn't help it. It was so true.

Then he spanked her again, three times in quick succession.

"Oh, my god."  She panted loudly, and her head dropped, her hair hanging over her face. He slapped again, on the other buttock. When she moaned, he gave her another round.

Her buttocks hummed with heat and her clit was practically twitching. She had to come soon. She was right there on the edge. Every inch of her was aware of him and his touch on her body. She was keyed up to the max and dying for him to make love to her.

"This is so …intense." She felt light headed as she said it.

He rolled her onto her back and stared down at her. "You haven't played this way before?"

Leaning over her on the bed, poised over like a predator examining its captive, he observed her as he waited her response. The weight of his gaze was almost too much.

"Not like this, not like you." The touch of the bed cover on her tender bottom smarted.

He put one hand on the pillow next to her head. The other moved to her left breast. His fingertips were gentle as they circled her nipple, then he pinched her, hard.

Gasping, she shook her head in denial. Her face flamed. "You're going to make me come, please. I want to do as you asked."

One corner of his mouth lifted.

"You're loving every moment of this," she accused.

"Very astute." Moving his hand around her right breast, he cupped it, squeezing the nipple, then tweaked it. He watched her every response, like he was testing her and noting the reaction to every touch.

Naomi bit her lip.

Rising to his feet, he undid the button on his crisp shirt and peeled it off.

His chest was every bit as large and physically fit as she had imagined, and she stared in awe at his muscular physique, his tight abs and narrow hips. He pulled his belt free from the waist of his trousers and dropped it to the floor, kicking off his shoes and socks too. A knowing smile lifted one corner of his mouth as he undressed. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a condom packet and tossed it onto the bed beside her.

She watched as he undid his suit pants and let them fall to the floor. Tight white jockeys were molded around his upright cock, and she stared as he took them off, her core clenching with need. His cock stood long and hard and proud as he cast aside the last of his clothing.

Every inch of her skin tensed in expectation as he rolled the rubber sheath down his shaft. In a flash he was over her. Kneeling on the bed, he hauled her closer, wrapping her legs around his hips. Everything he did was so deliberate, so startling. Naomi could only go with it and enjoy the ride.

He bent over her and directed his cock to her slick opening.

Gripping his shoulders, her sex clenched onto the hard intrusion as he eased inside. His eyes flashed darkly, his smile a promise of what was to come. He lifted her legs higher against his hips, angling their bodies, and thrust deeper, giving her his full length.

"Oh, yes!" Her sex stretched and then contracted wildly, embracing the length of him when he drew back and drove inside her again.