Victorious (30 page)

I remove my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor to be dealt with later. “Are you the same virtuous girl I met all those weeks ago who gave me such a run for my money?”

“I’m the new and greatly improved version of her.”

Laying my hand flat against her belly, I lean in to kiss her. “You were perfect then, and you’re perfect now.”

“I’m more perfect now that you’ve helped me to see all that I’m capable of.” She gestures to her sexy outfit. “I never would’ve been able to do this, to
be
this, before you. You gave me wings so I could fly.”

“You had them all along. I just helped you spread them.”

She raises a brow in a sultry, sexy look that brings me to my knees. “Are we still talking about my wings?”

Smiling, I kiss her again. I love her this way, saucy and fearless and up for anything. “Talk to me about the club.”

“I-it was very… Interesting and exciting.”

Kissing her neck and jaw, I say, “Exciting how?”

“Watching, having others watch us… All of it.”

“I loved having you there, gauging your reactions, knowing you were aroused by what you were seeing.”

“Aroused,” she says with a laugh. “That’s one word for what I was.”

“Did it surprise you? To be so turned on by it?”

“A little. I expected to be more nervous and perhaps a bit intimidated. But I wasn’t either of those things. I was… Transported. I don’t know how else to describe it.”

“That’s a good word, and I know exactly what you mean. There’s something about being there, in a safe, sane environment where such things are encouraged and condoned, that allows you to let go in a totally different way than you can anywhere else.”

“Yes, that’s it exactly.”

“Do you know what it means to me that you get it? That you saw what I see at the club, why it matters so much to me? Why I enjoy it as much as I do?”

“I think I do. I also think I might like to try what Kristian did in our playroom sometime.”

I stare at her, wanting to take in every amazing detail of her face. “I wish there was some way for me to properly convey to you what it feels like, for the first time in my life, to be exactly where I’m supposed to be, with the person I’m meant to be with.”

“That part I get, because I feel the same way.” Her hand, which has been flat upon my chest, begins to slide down, leaving a trail of fire behind.

Though I don’t want to stop her, I place my hand on top of hers. “Are you trying to seduce me so I’ll forget about your punishment?”

The look she gives me is pure sexy innocence. “I would never do that.”

“Yes,” I say, laughing, “you would.” I sit up against a stack of pillows and pat my lap. “Come to me, my love. Assume the position.” I absolutely fucking
love
the way her face flushes and her lips part when she realizes my intentions. “Now.”

Moving hesitantly, she crawls to me—which is fucking sexy as hell—and drapes her body over my lap, presenting that delectable ass to do with whatever I like. And there are so many things I’d like to do… I cup her supple cheeks, squeezing and shaping them. “How many do you think you deserve tonight?”

“None?”

I spank her right cheek, and she gasps from the surprise as much as the impact. “Try again.”

“That counts as one.”

“Are you topping from the bottom again, my love? Do I need to remind you who’s in charge here?” She is. We both know it, but what fun is it if I don’t try to pull rank on her once in a while?
 

“N-no.”

That little stutter makes me harder than I already am. “So what’s a good number for coming without permission at the club?”

“Five?”

“Nowhere near enough.”

“Seven.”

“Getting closer. I think twelve would do it. A nice even dozen.”

She moans, but the way her back arches in anticipation tells the true story. She loves this as much as I do.
 

I start off easy, giving her three quick spanks intended to get her attention, in case I didn’t already have it. After the third one, I switch on the vibration in the plug, and she nearly levitates off my lap. Her entire body flushes with heat that nearly sends me over the edge I’ve been clinging to since I first saw her in this sexy getup. I run a finger under one of the garters and then down between her cheeks, where I discover she’s as wet as she was at the club.

Her hands are gripping the down comforter, her head is lowered, and her rapid breathing mesmerizes me. I love knowing I can do this to her, that I can take her to this place of sharp, intense arousal. Making her count off each stroke of my hand against her bottom, I continue with the “punishment” that has us both so hot and bothered I worry that I won’t get through it without embarrassing myself.

She wrecks the control that has been a source of endless pride to me as a Dom. But no other woman has been like this woman.
 

After the twelfth spank, I stroke and caress her red bottom, making sure the pain becomes pleasure, until she is practically purring in my arms. I grasp the base of the plug and gently begin to withdraw it.

Her head comes up, and her entire body goes tense.

I press it back into place, drawing a low, keening moan from her. I repeat that same move, over and over again, until she’s a quivering mess of sensation. “Nat… I want to fuck you here so bad. You have to tell me you want it, too.”

“I do,” she says without hesitation. “I want you. I want everything with you.”

“Turn over, sweetheart.” I need to see her face and her eyes, to ensure she’s doing this because she wants to and not just for me.

I help her to turn until I’m holding her in my arms, looking down at her face. “Tell me again.”

“I want you, Flynn. Every way I can have you.” She never blinks or hesitates or shows an ounce of fear.
 

“Are you sure?”

“Very sure.”

My heart gallops in my chest. “I’ll make it so good for you, baby.”

“I know you will.”

Her trust in me is the most powerful aphrodisiac I’ve ever experienced. Nothing has ever been a greater turn-on than knowing this woman, who has every reason to trust no one, trusts me with her life, her pleasure, her happiness, her well-being. I kiss her softly and sweetly, all the while denying my baser urges to take, take,
take
what she is giving me so freely.

But we’re going to work up to it, one step at a time. Step one is kissing—deep, erotic kissing that goes on for what seems like hours. I cup her breast and pinch her nipple between my fingers, planning to draw this out for hours if necessary to ensure it’s good for both of us. I want her to love it so much she wants to do it again and again.

Eventually, I move us so she’s on her back and I’m above her.

She looks up at me with those big eyes, the color different now from when I first met her, but no less compelling than it was then. I see her every emotion reflected in those eyes that look at me with love and trust and desire. I want to always be worthy of all that she has given me.

I kiss her neck and work my way down to her breasts, feasting on each nipple until they’re tight red nubs. Each rib gets my attention, and her belly quivers as I run my lips over the soft skin there.

“Flynn…”

“What, honey?”

“I thought you wanted to… That we were going to…”

“I do, and we will. Eventually.”

Sighing, she sags into the mattress, understanding now that nothing about this is going to be fast or immediate.

I lift her legs over my shoulders and hold her open for my tongue. She’s so wet and so primed that I could make her come with one stroke of my tongue. But what fun would that be? Setting the plug to the most intense vibration, I set out to drive her mad with my tongue and fingers.

“Don’t come until I tell you to.”

Her hands fist my hair, and she’s pulling so hard it hurts. I couldn’t care less. All I can think about is the sweet taste of her pussy, the muscles clamping down on my fingers and how much I love her.
 

Ready to move things along, I latch on to her clit and suck, drawing the tight nub of flesh into my mouth and running my tongue back and forth. “Come, sweetheart. Let me hear you.” I suck harder and drive my fingers into her as deep as they’ll go.

She shrieks as she comes, her legs tightening around my head to keep me from getting away.

I bring her down slowly, gently, and then rise to my knees to push into her channel, riding the waves of her orgasm. The plug makes it an especially tight fit as I thrust into her, over and over again, needing to take the edge off this mad, clawing desire so I can give her the tenderness she needs for what’s next.

Her legs wrap around my hips, her hands grip my ass, and when she squeezes, I lose it, coming with a roar that’s ripped straight from my gut. Christ have mercy… And then I feel her come, too, again.
 

I collapse on top of her, my head spinning from the wild ride. I open my eyes to see the red tip of her breast calling to me and raise my head to draw it into my mouth. Even after an explosive release, I want more.
 

She moans and raises her hips, and I come alive all over again, hardening inside her. I begin to move, thrusting until I’m fully hard.

“You’re going to kill me,” she whispers, her eyes closed.

“Never. I love you too much to kill you.” I kiss her lips, which are puffy and soft. “Ready for more?”

“Not sure if I can take any more.”

“You want to stop?”

She opens her eyes. “Did I say that?”

I smile down at her. “I want to see your face for this, but it might be more comfortable for you on your belly. What do you prefer?”

“I want to see your face, too.”

I kiss her again before withdrawing my extremely hard cock from her very tight pussy, making us both moan. From the bedside table, I grab a condom and a bottle of lubricant.
 

Natalie watches me closely. “Have you done this before in this bed?”

“Never.”

As I roll on the condom, I realize my hands are shaking ever so slightly. “I want you to stop this if you don’t like it, Nat. I mean it. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

She reaches up to caress my face. “I know how to stop it.”

“It’ll hurt at first, but the more you try to relax and let me in, the easier it will be.”

Swallowing hard, she says, “Okay.”

“Ready to remove the plug?”

She bites her bottom lip and nods.
 

I begin slowly, drawing the plug out before reseating it.
 

Natalie groans. “Why do you have to torture me?”

“I’m getting you ready.”

“Torture.”

“Preparation.”

I withdraw the plug to the widest point, letting it stretch her and leaving it there as I bend over her to suck on her nipple. “You’re doing great, sweetheart.”

“Hurts,” she says softly.
 

“I know.” I don’t remind her that I’m a lot bigger than the plug, and I want her to be as ready as she can be to take me. After long minutes of letting the plug stretch her, I remove it, and she sags in relief that’s short-lived. Flipping open the cap on the bottle of lube, I squirt a healthy amount onto my fingers and slide them into her, ensuring she’s prepared from the inside out. “Talk to me, honey.”

“Can’t.”

“Try.”

“Tight.”

“Yes, it is.”

Her pussy is so wet, it’s running down to where my fingers slide in and out of her ass. I bend my head to lick her, startling her when my tongue connects with her clit. After stroking her a few more times with my tongue and fingers, I withdraw both and apply another handful of lube to my cock.

I’ve done this many times before—too many to count—but it’s never mattered as much as it does now. I want so badly to make it good for her, and my love for her makes it so much more intense than it’s ever been.
 

I press the head of my cock against her tight opening and push, slowly and easily, watching her face carefully.

Her mouth opens, her back arches, and her head falls back.

“Nice and easy, sweetheart. Push against me, let me in.”

Reaching under her, I grasp her cheeks and open her as I give her a little more.

Her sharp gasp stops me in place as she spasms around me. The pressure is so tight and so intense that I have to summon every ounce of control I possess to keep from coming.

“Talk to me.”

Her low grunt is the only response I get. She’s concentrating so deeply and trying so hard to give me what I want that she can’t speak.
 

I give her a little more.
 

“You’re doing so great, baby. I wish you could see what I see, the way you’re stretched around my cock and taking me in. It’s so fucking hot.” I reach down to press my thumb against her clit, which is tight and hard. “You can come any time you want to.”