Total Abandon (22 page)

He grinned. “Yes. You did, didn’t you?” His hands stroked over her ass and he pulled her tight against his pelvis, his semi-rigid cock pressing against her. “Maybe I’ll just have to punish you again.”

He smacked her ass. She wrapped her hand around his cock and pumped, driving him to distraction as blood rushed to her touch.

“Bring it on,” she challenged.

He pulled her tight against him as he backed her against the wall. He pressed his now fully erect cock to her opening and drove inside her hot, welcoming slit. He plunged deep, driving her against the wall. She gasped, her eyes dark with hunger.

He thrust into her, again and again, watching her face. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes glimmered. She clung to his shoulders, then threw her head back and gasped. As she moaned in orgasm, he groaned, elated at his ability to bring her such pleasure.

After a moment she smiled, then stroked his cheek. “Hey, stud. You’re pretty incredible.”

He kissed her, then smiled. “That’s Master Stud to you.”

She giggled and he took her hand and led her to the bedroom. They curled up in his bed and he drew her snug against his body. She stroked his cheek, then released his hair from its binding and ran her fingers through it as she snuggled against his shoulder.

God, he loved this woman. He desperately wanted her to be a permanent part of his life.

Somehow he had to convince her that he was the right man for her.

*   *   *

Devlin opened his eyes to the early morning light, totally aware of the sleeping woman pressed close to his body. His cock responded in the most natural way, swelling at the depth of longing in him. He turned his head toward her. Sandra’s eyes were closed and her breathing even. His heart accelerated at the sight of her. She looked like a sleeping goddess. He wanted to stroke her soft cheek, then capture her slightly parted lips and kiss her to wakefulness.

Last night, he’d done his best to behave differently from when he played her Fantasy Stranger, not wanting her to figure out he and the Fantasy Stranger were one and the same. He didn’t want to ruin things now. As much as he’d like to wake her with a kiss, then make slow, passionate love to her all morning, he didn’t want to take the chance of ruining his plan.

Of course, his plan seemed totally off the rails right now, but he could get it back on track. Right now, that meant continuing to play the part he’d designed for himself.

Eighteen

Slowly, Devlin drew his arm from under Sandra. She murmured, then sighed and rolled away. He sat up and pushed his hair behind his ear, then picked up the covered elastic from the bedside table.

He showered and shaved, then sat in the upholstered chair in his bedroom with the printed report he’d brought home from work, and began to read.

“Hey, there.”

Sandra’s sleepy voice drew his attention from the words on the page. He glanced toward the bed. His heart tightened in his chest at the sight of her angelic face, her eyes only partly open, a soft smile on her lips. She seemed to glow in the early morning light.

She pushed back strands of the long black hair that wisped across her face, then patted the mattress beside her.

“Why don’t you come back to bed?”

Everything inside him demanded he leap up and fly into the bed with her again. To feel her warm body against him. To devour the sweetness of her lips.

He smiled. “I would, but I have some work I need to get done.” It wasn’t a lie. He had to read the report, but not until Wednesday. If he climbed back into bed with her, though … if he allowed himself to spend too much time with her … he was afraid she’d see his need for her. His love.

And that would ruin everything.

With the sheet pressed to her chest, she pushed herself onto her knees and smiled. The curl of her lips turned impish. Then she dropped the sheet. His gaze dropped to her naked breasts. Her dark pink nipples pointed straight toward him as though tempting him to return to them. To take each one in turn into his mouth to feel the pebbly texture. To taste the salty-sweetness of the tips.

His gaze glided lower, fixing on her heart-shaped curls, then lower still, to the place his now rock-hard cock wanted so desperately to be.

But he held his ground.

Unperturbed, she shifted on her knees, then pushed herself from the bed and walked toward him with a sexy sway that sent his hormones surging. She curled her fingers around his report and drew it from his fingers. She sat down on his lap, sliding her arms around his neck.

“Are you sure I can’t change your mind?” She pressed her lips against his, and her tongue pressed into his mouth.

Somehow he kept his breathing even, despite the fact he was a hair from flipping her onto the floor and grinding into her until he made her scream in ecstasy.

He flicked his tongue against hers, then withdrew his mouth.

“Very tempting, but I do need to read this.”

The instant the words were out of his mouth, he realized he’d gone too far. The hurt look in her eyes confirmed it. This was the first time—at least as himself—that he’d made love to Sandra. He’d turned her down twice before this, and she’d finally had to seduce him. He didn’t want her to think he really didn’t want her.

“I tell you what. If you’re willing to be a good little submissive slave and do exactly as I tell you, then maybe we can spend the day together.”

She seemed to tremble a little and her lips joined with his in a quick, breathtaking kiss. A broad smile claimed her lips. “Yes, Master Stud.”

His cock twitched at the word
Master.
Damn, he liked the sound of it. Maybe too much.

“Uh … okay. Let’s forget the … Stud.” He’d been going to say
Master,
but couldn’t bring himself to give it up.

“Yes,
Master.
”

His cock hardened even more.

Oh, God. This is going to be a very long—and exciting—day.

*   *   *

Devlin sat at his computer, reading his e-mail. He had commanded Sandra to make coffee, then breakfast. He could already smell the coffee brewing.

A knock sounded against the open door.

“Come in,” he said.

In his peripheral vision, he could see her moving into the room, but he resisted looking up, retaining a masterful distance.

“I brought you some coffee.” She paused, then followed with “Master.”

A quiver raced through him. Sandra. His own personal sex slave. Oh, man, how could he just sit here, ignoring her? But if he didn’t, how could he hide his feelings?

He had to look at her.

His gaze swiveled to her, and his breath caught. She stood beside him wearing only an apron. Her breasts bare, the nipples at full attention. Her black curls vaguely visible through the thin white fabric of the lacy apron she kept at his place for their cooking nights.

She set the coffee down on the desk beside him, then dropped the spoon on the floor. With a little force, it seemed. She turned around, placing her deliciously round ass in front of him, then leaned over to pick up the errant spoon. His cock swelled. As attractive as the curve of her delightful ass was displayed in front of him, his gaze locked on the intimate folds framed between those cheeks. He wanted to lean forward and lick that intimate flesh.

She stood up and turned toward him again, holding the spoon in front of him.

“Look what you’ve done,” he said as he took the stainless steel handle from her fingers. “Now it’s dirty.” He trailed the spoon over her breast, then across her hard nipple. “Just like you.”

“I’m sorry, Master. I should be punished.” She turned around and bent over, offering her sweet ass for punishment.

He tossed the spoon aside, then stroked her round cheeks. He smacked one cheek, then the other, but the sight of her swollen lips and the glistening flesh between was too much to resist. He smacked one more time, enjoying the rosy flush on her soft flesh, then dragged his finger along her damp folds. At the slick feel of her, his cock twitched. He slid a finger inside her, then another. Oh, God, she felt so good.

“Turn around,” he said as he slipped his fingers free.

She faced him again. Moisture glistened on his fingers. Her feminine scent wafted to his nostrils and they flared. His gaze drifted to her breast and he glided his damp fingers over her tight, hard nipple.

He drew her close to him and pressed his mouth to her slick nipple, then swirled his tongue over it. At the taste of her sweet femininity, he began to suck. She gasped. Her fingers curled in his hair. Her nipple swelled inside his mouth as he drew it deep. She pulled his head tighter against her.

He released her nipple and immediately clamped over the other one. The aureole pebbled against his tongue as he sucked hard. He pushed in the keyboard tray as he turned her to lean against his desk. She perched on the edge of the wooden surface as her fingers tangled in his hair. He drew back and released his hair from the elastic, knowing she liked it free, then his gaze fell to her heart-shaped curls.

“I’m hungry.”

“Yes, Master.”

She didn’t offer to get breakfast. Smart girl.

He reached around behind her and untied the apron, then grasped her knees and lifted, planting her feet on the arms of his chair. Then he leaned forward and nuzzled her furry heart. The musky aroma of her filled his nostrils, sending his hormones skyrocketing. He stroked his finger over her curls, then placed a thumb on each side of her folds and drew them apart. A little button of flesh peered back at him. He leaned forward and dabbed his tongue on her clitoris and she moaned. He licked it and she quivered beneath him.

He could barely stand it. Knowing the effect he had on her. How he could simply touch her there and make her climax. He licked again, then sucked. She moaned and arched back. His monitor toppled backward. He grabbed her, stopping her from toppling, too, then set the monitor straight again.

As much as he wanted to go back to giving her pleasure, this didn’t seem like it would work. She stood up and pushed his chair back, then knelt in front of him.

“Master, I have been bad again and distracted you from your work.” She stroked her hand over his rampant bulge. “Please allow me to set matters right.”

He grinned. “Of course.”

She unfastened the button on his jeans, then pulled down the zipper. A second later, his hard cock stood at full height in front of her.

“Master, your cock is so very big.” She wrapped both hands around it, one above the other, then squeezed and stroked.

She leaned forward and her tongue danced over the tip of him. Her tongue glided all over his cockhead, then swirled under the ridge of the corona. All the while her hands squeezed his hard shaft.

His breaths came quickly as heat boiled through his groin. She smiled at him, then captured his whole cockhead in her mouth. She sucked and he groaned at the exquisite sensation. Then she squeezed him in her mouth.

He could stand it no longer. His cock needed to be deep inside her. He grasped her shoulders and dragged her from his twitching member, then he stood up and backed her to the wall. His cock found her opening and he grabbed it and guided it as he thrust inside her.

God, why did he keep taking her against the wall?

*   *   *

Sandra gasped as his big cock pushed into her, her insides aching with need. He grabbed her wrists and pushed them above her head, then he thrust into her again, and groaned.

This morning, when he’d seemed distant, almost as if he’d wanted to get rid of her, she’d been worried this had been a big mistake. She now understood his concern about a relationship causing problems with their friendship, because if he had turned her away, she wasn’t sure she would have been able to overcome the feelings of rejection that would have left her with.

Now, seeing the look of intense desire on his face, she knew it had not been a mistake. In fact, it had probably been one of the best decisions of her life.

He drew back and thrust again. She moaned at the feel of his huge shaft driving into her, stretching her. She pushed against the hold of his hands on her wrists, loving the feeling of vulnerability it gave her being overpowered by his strength.

He nuzzled her neck, sending tingles dancing along her back. She quivered, then moaned as he thrust again. Pleasure swelled through her like ocean waves cresting in a mighty storm. Building. Surging. Until finally it erupted through her in a powerful surge of ecstasy, blinding in its intensity.

He drew her hands to his shoulders as he thrust and she clung to him, riding the torrent as bliss filled her entire being. He groaned and a gush of heat filled her, sending her pleasure skyrocketing again.

Finally, she collapsed against the wall and sighed. His mouth captured her lips and he kissed her with so much passion it took her breath away. She dropped her head to his shoulder and sighed again.

This was as close to heaven as she’d ever felt in a man’s arms.

Even closer than she’d felt to her Fantasy Stranger.