“Go ahead.”
“You have great hands.”
Then he stopped massaging, and he swept his fingers across her shoulders and arms. His palms drifted down the middle of her back. When he reached her hips, his thumbs moved in a slow arc over the dimples above her butt. Then he did it again. Twice more.
And in that moment his tender caresses were more potent than his mouth on her nipples and his fingers on her sex.
She tapped his thigh and he moved, allowing her to roll over.
He touched her face. “What?”
“Grab a condom.”
Knox’s eyes darkened with desire. “You’re not teasing me?”
“No.”
He grabbed a condom and watched her watching him as he slowly rolled it on.
“Can I just say that I really love that you have a big cock.”
He balanced on his knees at the end of the bed. “So you weren’t being complimentary before when you called me a big dick?”
Shiori smirked. “No. Although that one time last month when you were demonstrating choke holds on me and had me tucked against you? You had a hard-on.”
Knox crawled toward her. “You noticed that.”
“Hard not to. But I was more afraid that you were turned on by the idea of choking me out than that you were hot for me.”
He chuckled. “No comment.”
She was surprised and pleased that he’d stopped to await further instructions.
But his focus was between her legs.
“See something you like?”
“Christ, Mistress, you have the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.”
She reached down and lazily stroked a finger up and down her slit, watching him clench his jaw and his fists, fighting against his need to touch her and taste her. “How wet do you think I can make myself by doing this?”
Knox growled. “I can make you a lot wetter, a lot faster.”
There was his male ego. “Prove it. With just your mouth on my pretty cunt. Let’s see how fast you can make me come this time.”
He scooted in closer and bent at the waist. It was sexy as hell the way he paused above her tender flesh and just breathed her in before he lowered his mouth.
She loved that first contact of wet heat. Then the exploration of a soft tongue down her slit and back up to her clit. The gentle probing. The tease of his breath. The gentle sucking of her pussy lips and the sweep of his tongue down to her hole and jamming that wicked, wiggling tongue so deep inside her pussy she felt the bite of his teeth.
Then he used his flicking tongue to outline the flesh of her pussy between her inner folds, following the edge up to the top, where that ridge of skin covered her clit.
She wanted to remind him this was supposed to be a fast orgasm, and he appeared to be taking his sweet time, when he firmed his lips and pushed the skin up and suctioned his mouth around that hidden nub.
Normally she preferred indirect contact with her clit at first, but this . . . this concentrated, relentless sucking made her hips arch off the bed. And it was so fucking hot when he held her hips down, forcing her to take his sensual assault and showing her a bit of his defiance; she’d told him he couldn’t use his hands on her pussy, but she hadn’t said he couldn’t use them at all.
He never wavered in his constant suction.
Her nipples tightened, and the zing of sensation started in her tailbone and shot straight to her core. That was the only warning before the orgasm blasted through her.
Knox sucked hard on that pulsing pearl, whipping the tip of his tongue back and forth with such precision the spasms seemed never ending.
So when the pulsating stopped, she actually whimpered.
Knox chuckled against her sensitive tissues, and the vibration made her breath catch. He lifted his head and kissed a path up between her hip bones.
She looked down at him as he ran those talented lips across her lower belly, his eyes dancing with pride and heat.
“So, Mistress, was that fast enough for you?”
“You certainly love a challenge,” she murmured, reaching down to run her fingers over his hair.
“When it comes to you? Yes.”
Shiori had the biggest challenge yet for him. It’d be interesting to see how he handled it. “Lie on your back.”
Knox pushed up and rolled over; the motion made the bed shake.
She straddled his groin and balanced herself with her hands on his pecs. “Hold your cock.”
His big hand slipped between their bodies and he aligned the tip with her opening.
“Stay still.”
Knox’s entire body went rigid as she pushed his shaft inside her slowly until her clit pressed against the root of his cock.
“You feel good in me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’m going to fuck you, Knox. I’ll ride you hard and fast until I come again.”
“Anything you want.” His seemed about to say something else, but he closed his mouth.
“Talk to me.”
“Can I touch you while you’re riding me?”
She leaned down and kissed him. “As much as you want. Anywhere you want.”
“Thank god.”
As soon as she pushed upright, Knox sat up too.
He kissed her neck while his right hand slid up her back. He ran the tips of his fingers up and down her spine from the dimples above her ass to the nape of her neck. His right hand cupped her breast, alternating between kneading the flesh and teasing her nipple with a combination of sweeping caresses and hard pinches.
Shiori rested her forearms on his shoulders as she propelled herself up and down on his thick, hard shaft. Squeezing her cunt muscles around the base, she started grinding her clit against his pubic hair on every glide back up.
Knox constantly moved his hands. Tormenting her breasts. Squeezing her ass. Dragging those wonderfully rough fingertips up and down her thighs. All the while his mouth focused on her neck, and her ears, and her shoulders. Sucking kisses. Biting kisses. Soft nibbles. The man worshipped her body with every caress, every kiss, every stuttered breath. And yet he gave her total control. He didn’t rock his hips or thrust up into her. He let her fuck him. That surrender made this connection all the more powerful.
And she fucked him hard, using the strength in her thigh muscles to lift and lower her body. A light sheen of sweat coated her skin from the exertion. But as much as she rolled her pelvis and clenched around his cock, it didn’t get her any closer to orgasm.
He sensed her frustration. He brought his hands up, curling them around her face and forcing her attention to him. “Let me get you there.”
“We’re not changing positions,” she warned.
He rubbed his lips over hers. “I’d never presume, Mistress. But if you lean back and grab on to my thighs, I’ll have more room to touch you how you need it.”
Shiori smashed her mouth to his, kissing him crazily, loving the tender way he held on to her face even as she bit and sucked at his mouth.
Then she leaned back, clamping her hand just above his knees. Her hair swung free, drifting over the tops of his thighs. She kept her pelvis aligned with his so her movement didn’t cause his cock to pop out.
Knox’s mouth followed the arch of her neck, down past her collarbone to her left breast. He sank his teeth into her nipple before he sucked away the sting with suctioning pulls. His right hand traveled down the side of her body to her hip and then slid over to her core. Her clit spasmed once as he began to stroke.
She whispered, “Faster,” and groaned when he achieved the perfect amount of friction.
The orgasm that seemed so elusive now teased her with being so close.
“I need . . .”
“What? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
“Push your hips up when I push down.”
The first time he did it, she moaned. The second time he did it, she felt that goose-bum
p-inducing tingle. The third time she remained still while he fucked up into her hard.
That sent her tumbling over the edge. All the good parts of her body throbbed; the nipple he sucked on, her clit that he stroked, her pussy clenching around his cock. A gray haze filled her vision, and she lost herself to her release.
A tickling on her ear brought her back to reality. She groaned as Knox tugged on her earlobe.
“You are beyond sexy. Seeing you come . . . I could’ve come just from watching you.”
Shiori wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, pressing her thumbs beneath his jaw as she tilted his head and kissed him. A sweet coming down from an orgasm kiss. Then she rested her forehead to his. “You are everything I’ve ever wanted in a submissive but I’ve never had. Thank you. So it’s hard for me to tell you that you don’t get to come.”
“Fuck.”
“I appreciated your honesty in telling me you rubbed one out this week. But I specifically told you not to. Coming by your hand means you blew the chance to come inside me.”
She felt him grit his teeth. Felt him clench his ass cheeks together. Felt his breathing change.
But he didn’t utter a single word of protest.
After several long moments, he sighed and buried his face in her throat. “I’m sorry.”
“I know you are.” She smoothed her hand down the back of his neck. “Now you’re done with discipline or punishment or whatever we choose to call it.”
“So are you leaving now?”
“I want to stay with you all night, Knox.”
She felt him smile against her throat. “Good.”
Shiori pecked him on the mouth and separated their bodies. “Ditch the condom and come to bed.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Straight back here, and your dick better be that hard when you return.”
He rolled off the bed and gave her a regret-filled once-over. “Trust me, Mistress, it’ll still be hard. I learned my lesson.”
She smiled. “See? You’re already making progress the first night.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
SHIORI woke up alone, naked. The sunlight streaming through the blinds indicated she’d slept later than usual. She rolled onto Knox’s side of the bed and wrapped her arms around his pillow.
It’d been ages since she’d spent the night with a guy. Being so vulnerable in sleep beside a stranger had always scared her. After her divorce she’d gone a little wild, trying to reconcile the Domme side of herself with societal expectations. Hadn’t taken much time to figure out as long as a guy was getting laid, he didn’t care who was in charge. So her hookups had been brief.
The aroma of bacon cooking wafted to her, and her stomach grumbled. Just as she started to get up, Knox walked into the room.
God, he was a drool-worthy sight first thing in the morning. He’d tamed his hair, but blond scruff spread from his jaw down his neck. He was bare-chested, and a pair of navy plaid flannel pants hung low on his hips.
And his smile when he saw she was awake seemed brighter than the sunshine. “Morning, gorgeous.”
“Morning yourself. Something smells good.”
“Nothing fancy, so don’t get your hopes up.”
“Anything is good since I usually eat sugar-coated cereal.”
“Ronin would have a fit.”
She smiled. “So, was your offer for breakfast in bed?”
His hungry gaze roamed over her naked body. “Only if you’re my breakfast this morning.”
Her stomach did that slow, lazy roll, and she knew Knox feasting on her would be the perfect way to start the day. She stretched her arms above her head. “I’m all yours.”
Knox crawled across the bottom of the bed. Once he reached the middle, he pushed to his knees and placed his palms on the insides of her thighs, spreading her wide-open. “Am I waiting on your signal?”
“No. You can—” The rest was lost when his mouth engulfed her pussy. She was quickly lost in a flurry of wonderful sensations. His softly stroking tongue. Firm-lipped bites. Sucking kisses, one after another. He spread her to reveal her tender tissues and fastened his mouth there, making her arch off the mattress. He didn’t talk; he just built her up lick by lick, stroke by stroke, a teasing flick of his tongue.
When Knox inserted two fingers into her pussy and rubbed her inner wall while he lapped at her clit, she went off like a rocket.
She gasped and bucked against his mouth until the last spasm faded. She slumped into the mattress with a groaning sigh.
Meanwhile his talented mouth peppered the insides of her thighs and across her mound with kisses.
After her brain went back online, she pushed up onto her elbows.
Their eyes met, and he gave her clit one last suck before he lifted his head and grinned. “Breakfast of champions.”
“Come here, crazy man.”
Knox crawled up her body and hung over her on all fours. “Yes, ma’am?”
Shiori wreathed her arms around his neck and brought his mouth down for a lazy kiss, loving the way she could smell her musk on his face and taste herself on his lips and tongue. After the kiss changed into tender smooches, she said, “How’s your ass today?”
“Not bad.”
“Did you rub one out this morning when you got up with morning wood?”
He pulled back and stared into her eyes. “I assumed when you wouldn’t let me come last night that I couldn’t take care of myself until you gave me the go-ahead.”
“You’re right. And because I reward good behavior, you can fuck me in any position and you can come when you want.”
“Thank you, Nushi,” he murmured against her lips. Then his mouth spread into a wide smile. “On your belly. I want you from behind.”
She turned over and spread out, loving the decadent feeling of nakedness and the cool cotton sheet on her passion-warmed skin. Turning her head, she saw Knox reach for a condom and heard the sound of ripping plastic.
Warm lips trailed down her spine, and strong hands dug into her hips. “One of these days I’m gonna map every muscle in your back with my mouth. You’re so strong, and that is so fucking sexy.”
Chill bumps danced across her skin.
Knox hiked her hips up and aligned his cock, pushing into her on a slow glide. Then he stopped.
“Something wrong?”
“Everything is right when I’m inside you. I just wanted to watch your body swallowing my cock.”
She bore down on him when he was buried fully.
“Keep doing that and I won’t last long.”
“Come when you want, remember?”
He pressed his chest into her back. “Which only means I’ll wait until you come again.” He nibbled on her ear. “That’s guaranteed to set me off.” He lifted up, and his thrusts intensified.
She snaked her hand between her thighs and rubbed her swollen clit. She probably couldn’t come again so soon, but the fantastic way he was fucking her had definitely gotten her juices flowing.
Knox’s hand started moving across her back, making long draws with his fingers like he was dragging them down a chalkboard.
Oh yeah, that was good.