10 Nights (11 page)

When her small hands
rubbed over her heart shaped flesh he found himself wondering who was leading
who; damn she was hot, he thought.

Leah had no idea where
the courage was coming from, but the smoldering look in his eyes told her what
she was doing was what he wanted from her. More than that, from putting herself
on display for him was turning her on.

In single quick move
she straightened up, bringing the dress up with her. Pulling it over her head she
tossed it behind her to Rhett. Over her shoulder she saw him catch it with a
smile and almost lost her step as she spun to face him.

She recovered quickly and
continued dancing, swaying again to the music, her hands tracing over her body
for a minute or so before moving up to her bra. She traced her fingers around
the edges of it, slipping first one strap off her shoulder and then the other.

Her hands moved round
behind her to the clasp of her bra. With the catch undone the bra slid down her
arms and she spun, throwing it with one hand while she brought her other arm up
to cover her breasts. Despite her lack of experience she managed to time the
manoeuver so he got no more than a glimpse of one breast before they were
hidden.

His mouth watered as he
watched her hips gyrate sensuously. With her free hand she pulled her hair
round to the front so it covered her breasts and then she dropped her arm. He
thought her nipple peeked into view as she moved her arm, but he couldn't be
certain, and he shifted uncomfortably as his cock lengthened. She was turning
him on; there was no doubt about that.

Her movements slowed a
little, she didn't want her hair to move and uncover her, but she didn't stop.
She kept dancing, slowly and sensually as her fingers slid under the sides of
her thong and she nudged one side down, before pulling it back up and repeating
the action with the other side.

Lowering both sides of
her thong she turned away, just as the first of her downy curls became visible.
Still holding onto the thong she bent at the waist, slipping it down her legs
with one hand, while the other went between her legs, preventing him seeing
anything. The groan of disappointed longing that escaped his lips told her the
move was the right one and she smiled to herself.

Lifting her left foot
out of the thong she kicked it up with her right, catching it in her free hand.
When she turned back to him she was holding the thong between her teeth, while her
hand still covered her sex.

Feeling more confident
than when she had started Leah moved forward, approaching Rhett. She bent down
to him when she got to the couch and he reached a hand up to brush her hair out
of the way; she quickly stepped back, but not before dropping the thong into
his lap, directly over the hard-on she could see creating a bulge in his
trousers.

The teasing was almost
more than he could handle; when she started he would have been prepared to lay
money on her never having done anything like it before. He needed to see her
body, he couldn't wait any longer, and for the first time since he turned the
music on he spoke, "Pull your hair back and move your hands on top of your
head," he instructed. "But don't stop dancing."

Leah shivered at the
intensity in his eyes and voice as she did as he commanded. With her breasts bared
her nipples reacted to the cool air, hardening to tiny rose-colored pebbles.
She felt more exposed than she had the night before, dancing just beyond reach,
but also more turned on.

A deep blush stained
her cheek and he thought she'd never looked sexier. "Play with your
nipples, baby," he commanded.

Lowering her eyes her
fingers went to her peaks, she hadn't expected such an order and could only
bring herself to pinch her nipples lightly. "Harder, Baby, pull on them
for me." His cock was throbbing with need, but he wasn't ready to take her,
yet.

Hesitantly Leah pulled
at her nipples, pinching them until it was almost painful. She moaned slightly
at how the sensation sent unexpected pangs of pleasure downward.
"Sir?"

He chuckled, liking how
responsive she was. "Finger yourself." Her eyes widened and he
grinned; she was obviously desperate for his fingers, but that wasn't what he
wanted just then. When she didn't move quickly enough for him, his voice took
on an edge of anger. "Now!"

She jumped at the
abruptness of his order and immediately slid her hand down her body, her face
burning in embarrassment as she tentatively traced her fingers over her heated
flesh. It wasn't that she'd never touched herself before, but doing it in front
of him was mortifying. She bit her lip hard, not enjoying her own fingers at
all.

"Come here." He
patted his lap, where she sat immediately, glad for the chance to stop dancing.
"Baby, I want to see you get yourself off, and I want to see it now, so
lie down on this couch and get yourself off. Do you understand me?"

She nodded, wanting to
lower her eyes but finding that she couldn't pull them from his; she didn't
like him being upset with her and it was obvious he was just then.

"I asked if you
understood me." He wasn't truly angry with her, despite the tone of his
voice, but he intended having her compliance.

"Y-yes,
S-sir." Her lips trembled at the intensity in his eyes as he lifted her
off his lap and placed her on the couch while he stood.

While he watched she
slid her fingers down her stomach and through her downy curls to her silken
folds. Despite her nervousness and concern over his apparent anger with her,
she found her body was reacting to the situation; she was as wet as he had made
her the previous night.

Closing her eyes she
massaged her clit, slowly rubbing her finger over the soft petals. That was as
far as she'd ever gone with pleasuring herself before; it wasn't enough, she
wanted more, her body demanded it, but having an audience inhibited her and
despite her need she held back.

Seeing that Leah was
holding back Rhett decided to help her out. "Don't stop, baby, keep
stroking yourself," he told her as he walked over to a cabinet on the wall
and pulled out a vibrating bullet. "Have you ever used a vibrator
before?"

"N-no,
S-sir." Her eyes popped open, instantly zeroing in on the item in his
hand; though she knew a little about sex toys, she had never had any interest
in buying one.

He turned the bullet on
and handed it to her. "Just rub this on your clit, baby." He smiled
and knelt beside the couch, curious to see how she was going to react to the
feel of the toy.

At the first touch of
the cool vibrating metal she jumped, the sensation was unlike anything she
could describe; within just a few seconds she was moaning in pleasure. No
longer thinking about her observer, she moved the bullet around, teasing her
clit with it as she tried to work out the best way to use it to maximize the
pleasure it was giving her.

When she found the best
spot, the one that made her hips buck unconsciously against the tiny device,
she held it there, while the fingers of her other hand traced their way down
between her folds. Without realizing she was doing it she slid first one
finger, and then a second, inside her velvet tunnel. Within a minute she was
pumping her fingers furiously in and out as she came; her chest heaved up and
down and her breath came in short ragged gasps.

She let the bullet fall
from her hand and withdrew her fingers, now covered in her own juices, as she
lay back to recover from her orgasm. It was several moments before her
breathing slowed and she came back to herself; when she did she blushed bright
red at what she had just done.

"Makes a big
difference, doesn't it, sweetheart," he said, enjoying the embarrassment she
felt at having allowed herself to give in so readily to the desire her body had
felt. One day he would have to show her how beautiful she looked when she came,
but not just then, he had other plans for her then.

"It does,
S-Sir." Despite the embarrassment of having been watched during such an
intimate moment the overriding thought in her mind was, she had to buy herself
a bullet. The pleasure had been too good for her not to want to experience it
again.

He chuckled. "Now
I'm going to show you how to please me." He stood and lowered his pants
and boxers, leaving them around his ankles. "Have you ever sucked a cock
before?" Idly he stroked himself while he waited for her to answer.

"No, Sir," she
whispered honestly. He was already hard when he revealed himself and as she had
been the previous night she was amazed by his size.

"Give me your hand,
baby," he stood in front of her and wrapped her hand around his width and
covered it with his own.  "This is how I want you to stroke me," he
moved her hand from shaft to head, and rolled the tip in her fingers then
started all over again.

Her fingers couldn't
even close all the way around him and she marveled at the feeling of softness
and steel.  When he removed his hand she continued to move hers in the way he'd
shown her, pumping softly.

After a few minutes of
her hesitant hands he was almost ready to come.  "Open your mouth and
stick out your tongue, baby," he smiled as her eyes widened, pleased that
she still instantly did as he asked.  He held his cock in one hand and slapped
it gently on her tongue.  "Now take me in and suck, sweetheart."

Tentatively she lowered
her mouth over him; she didn't really know what she was supposed to do, and
worried about hurting him as she sucked on the head of his cock like it was a
lollipop. She kept sucking, bobbing her head up and down on him, until she had
a few inches in her mouth.

The taste of him was
unusual, salty, yet at the same time sweet, and not unpleasant, as she had
expected. She was just becoming used to it when he pulled out until only the
tip remained between her lips. Before she had a chance to react to the sudden
withdrawal he pushed back into her, surprising her by going deeper than the few
inches she had been sucking on before.

The extra length was
unexpected and reflexively she gagged as the head hit the back of her throat.
She reached up a hand to take hold of the shaft and stop it going in so far but
he caught it and held it away. "No hands unless I give you permission, baby,"
he said, pulling back a little, though almost immediately he pushed forward
again, forcing more of him into her mouth. "Relax your throat
muscles," he instructed, "it will make it easier for you to take me,
and you won't feel so much like gagging.

"When I'm ready
I'm going to cum in your mouth, I want you to swallow all of it,
understand?"

She could only nod
since her mouth was full of him and she felt his hand entwine itself in her
hair as he began moving her head back and forth, slowly at first, and then with
more force. She panicked as he pushed deeper into her, and tried to do as he
had told her. She found it difficult to relax her throat though and she
whimpered as he repeatedly pushed the head of his cock against the back of her
throat.

Just when she had
started to become used to him, and was relaxing enough to avoid gagging, he
came, flooding her mouth. The taste was not disgusting, but it was such a
surprise that before she could stop herself she had coughed and spit it up.

She shook at the
overwhelming intensity of what had just happened and slumped back on the couch,
confused, after he released her hair. Not sure what to think she kept her head
turned away, unwilling to look at him until she worked out how she felt.

Rhett stood and crossed
to the bathroom, where he wet a cloth and cleaned himself up. As he did so he
tried to decide whether he should punish her for not swallowing. It was
something he wanted her to do for him, he got off on it, but if it was
something she was dead set against, he knew he could set it as one of her
limits.

By the time he had
cleaned and dried himself, and pulled his boxers and pants back up, he knew he
needed to talk to her before he made a decision. With a fresh damn cloth in
hand he returned to the couch, where he sat beside her and gently wiped his
seed from her face and chest.

"Why didn't you
swallow when I told you to?" he asked. "I thought you understood that
that was what I wanted."

"I-I did, Sir, but
when you…when you did your thing, it caught me by surprise." She looked up
at him worriedly, wondering if he was mad at her. "I didn't mean to spit
it out, I'm sorry, Sir."

"I came, baby,
you're allowed to say it," he told her. "Does the taste of my seed
make you not want to drink from me?"

"No, Sir, it was
okay, I just wasn't expecting it. Your s-seed," she stumbled
self-consciously over the word, "tasted nice."

He nodded, pleased that
she enjoyed his flavor. "The next time we do this, I expect you to
swallow, do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."
She had no intention of forgetting.

"Good, now I'm
going to give you a little leniency on this tonight, because it was your first
time, and I should have warned you that I was about to cum. I am going to warm
up that sexy little ass of yours though, to make sure you remember what I
expect of you in the future."

Leah tensed at his
words and lowered her eyes. He was going to hit her, the thought made her more
than a little wary.