Chapter 14
THE SUBTLE SCENT OFlavender wafted around her as Val entered the lavish, silk-draped room she’d admired earlier in the day. She was too eager to give it more than a cursory glance right now. Eric, as impatient to get down to business as she was, whisked her dress up and her panties down, leaving her bare, except for her shoes, collar, and cuffs. Then he picked her up, strode to the bed, and dropped her in the center of the four-post canopy bed.
Pillows flew everywhere as she bounced three times at least. When she stopped, much to her disappointment, she’d missed the Master Eric Striptease Show.
With his shirt off, his broad shoulders and smooth bare chest, both tanned from the California sun, were on glorious display, but she only got a glimpse of him below the waist as he climbed onto the bed. With a swipe of his long arms, the rest of the pillows hit the floor. One moment, he was beside her; the next, he braced himself on his arms above her.
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he whispered in a voice thick with desire. She watched the play of his muscles in his biceps and shoulders as he lowered his head. His kiss wasn’t light and slow but hungry, and his weight pressed her into the soft, plush bed. Being surrounded by his heat and strength felt incredible, but she didn’t get to savor it for long. His lips moved along her jawline, down her throat, and across her chest. Eric’s hands cupped her breasts as he blazed a scorching trail of open-mouthed kisses to one hard peak and sucked with feverish intensity.
The sound of their heavy breathing filled the air, Val’s mixed with cries of pleasure. It seemed like forever since she had a man’s attention focused solely on her, and never had it been hot and wild and intense like this. Needing to touch him to convince herself he was real and not another fantasy, she ran her fingers over his shoulders, up his neck then tangled them in the silky softness of his hair. But as soon as they did, he released her nipple, and his face was above hers again.
“I’ve had a perpetual hard-on since the day I saw you strut into my lobby in black leather. I’m hanging on by a very thin thread.”
He took her wrists, pulling them above her head, and with a soft metallic snick, secured her cuffs to the headboard. His hands trailed slowly down her arms.
“You can explore later. Right now, it’s my turn.” He leaned down, lips brushing her ear, breath hot against her skin. “But if you touch me, I don’t trust my control enough not to bury myself inside you. Such an abrupt ending would be a waste”—he continued, tracing his splayed hand down her chest, between her breasts and down her belly—“since we have the room for hours.”
A low groan escaped from her throat when he caught her earlobe between his teeth and nipped gently.
He leaned back, watching his hand’s descent. Before he reached where she wanted him to touch her most, his eyes, dark with desire, rose to hers. They simply gazed at one other, lost in the moment. Eric broke the spell first by leaning in for a kiss.
Wanting to touch him, Val tugged on the restraints, although she knew it was futile. Her dom had put her where he wanted her, and there she would stay until he let her go. Being under his control, with him free to play with her however he liked, only heightened her arousal.
His fingers slid through her wetness as his tongue swept into her mouth. He pulled one leg over his, spreading her open and giving him more space to play. Next, he dipped a finger inside her. Val whimpered, canting her hips upward greedy for more. He obliged, adding a second finger, and pumped slowly in and out as his thumb flicked and circled her clit.
So long without a partner, his intimate touch propelled her to the summit in a flash.
“Oh my god. I’m going to come,” she cried, writhing against him.
Abruptly, everything stopped. Her eyes flew open, and she looked up at him. On an elbow, gazing down at her.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Why did you stop?”
His mouth hovering tantalizingly above her own and his fingers, so close to her pussy without touching, stroked the inside of her thigh.
“What’s wrong,sir? Better, yet. Why did you stop,master?” he corrected in a potent reminder of his dominance. When she tried to speak, his finger stopped her.
And it wasn’t lost on Val; it was the one that had just been deep inside her. She could smell herself on his skin.
“I am the one in control of your pleasure,” he asserted. “You will not come until I am inside you and give you permission.”