A Dance for Him (24 page)

“Sex is such a good antidote for fear, isn’t it?” he murmurs, a familiar glint in his eye. “Let’s not linger too long over dessert. I think you’ll feel a lot better when you’re in my bed, with your legs spread wide, getting railed just the way you like it.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

“By the way, Paige, I bought a few things for you - for us,” he says, eyeing me seductively as he unlocks the door of his house.

It’s quite extraordinary how quickly he’s managed to get me in the mood again, so soon after that unnerving encounter, but he has such a way with him when it comes to these things that I was probably already lost once he started talking dirty to me after that kiss.

By the time the crème brûlée arrived he’d pushed my dress up and was running his fingers over my satin-covered nub while he stared into my eyes with an expression somewhere between lust and amusement at the way I was attempting to hold back my whimpers of pleasure.

Of course, the result of all that was that we got through the crème brûlée really quickly, just as he’d suggested earlier, at which point he promptly settled the bill and whisked me off …

“A few things?” I ask flirtatiously. “Care to elaborate?”

He smiles and cradles my cheek with his hand.

“No, I won’t elaborate - you’ll find out soon enough.”

Once he’s shut the door and locked it, he helps me off with my coat, taking the opportunity to bend down and brush the back of my neck with his lips, his breath hot on my skin.

But it’s not till he returns from having put away our coats that he draws me in for a kiss.

Afterwards he hands me a large envelope.

“Thing number one,” he murmurs meaningfully. “You look ravishing in your dress but I’d like to see you in something a bit naughtier when you come upstairs.”

“Ooh, lingerie?”

“Clever girl.”

“What are you going to do with me today?”

He flashes a wolfish grin at me.

“As I said, you’ll find out soon enough. Just know that rules of engagement from last week apply - I’m your Sir once you step into my room. All I’ll say is that I’ll be upping the ante this time, so have your safeword ready and all that. See you when you’re ready.”

He kisses me again, winks, and then practically bounds up the stairs.

About ten minutes later I’m making my way upstairs, having freshened up and re-applied my lipstick, this time with a darker, more inviting red that I didn’t quite have the nerve to wear to the restaurant.

As instructed, I’m wearing the contents of the envelope, a pair of beautiful seamed fishnet thigh-highs and a black mesh G-string. My dress lies abandoned on the couch along with my wet satin panties - apart from my stilettos, I’m not wearing anything except what he gave me.

I can’t help but shudder with anticipation as I hear my heels click on the hardwood floor as I approach his room, especially when I glimpse myself in a large mirror on my way there.

Of course this isn’t the first time I’ve ever worn fishnets and a G-string, but I look somehow different this time. Perhaps it’s the elegance of the design (they’re from a high-end label and probably cost the equivalent of two weeks of groceries for me), perhaps it’s the new shade of lipstick, more sultry seductress than ingénue (my usual look).

Or maybe it’s my excitement that’s making the difference - my eyes are wide and shining, my cheeks are flushed, my lips a bit puffier than usual …

He’s left his door ajar again, like last time, and I knock on it again, half-expecting him to do what he did last week and pull me into the room and ravage me.

But, being full of surprises, he doesn’t.

Instead, he throws the door further open and looks me up and down lasciviously before tilting my head up and kissing me, this time lightly and yet so suggestively that I feel my skin tingle as his lips touch mine.

“Hello, beautiful girl. Now get in bed, I want you on all fours. Because it’s time for your other presents.”

“Yes, Sir,” I murmur, and comply.

As I’m getting into bed, he undresses, and shoots me a knowing grin when he sees me looking at him after I’ve gotten into position - probably because he’s noticed my gaze shifting to his magnificent cock, already fully erect.

“All in good time, baby girl,” he says, smirking in the sexily impertinent way he always does when I check him out.

Because I can’t help staring at him as he walks over to the bed, watching the rippling of his muscles and the bounce of his majestic shaft as he does.

Before he gets on the bed, though, he opens the nightstand drawer and pulls out a black velvet blindfold.

“Present number two,” he murmurs as he bends to kiss me, then slips the blindfold on.

Everything’s now black in front of me, and while I miss the eye contact, there’s something strangely exciting about this - because I’m not just completely in his control but also unable to guess, let alone predict what he’s going to do next.

All I can feel is the heat emanating off his body … at least until he runs a hand down my side. His touch is light, just skimming my haunches before it drifts off, so that it comes as a bit of a shock when he follows up with a couple of hard smacks on my butt.

I cry out, and he responds by caressing the spot that’s sore from being spanked.

“My pretty pet,” he says. “I wish you could see how beautiful you are when you’re on your knees like this, all open for my delectation, your sweet pussy dripping, your ass red from being smacked.”

I feel his hand glide down to my opening and his fingers easing their way in, penetrating me for the first time today, making me moan.

“So wet, Paige. So wet. I love that you’re so horny. You probably want to be fucked now, don’t you? … But you’re going to have to wait, because it’s time for present number three.”

He withdraws his fingers from me and thrusts them in my mouth - they’re dripping wet, slippery, sticky, slightly salty.

“Taste yourself, baby,” he whispers. “Taste how horny you are, my beautiful, dirty girl. I want to see you suck on my fingers like it’s my cock, and when you’ve cleaned them up properly, I’ll go get your next present.”

I obey, and after I’ve licked and sucked all my juices off his fingers, I hear him say “Good girl” and feel him get up from the bed.

It’s not long before he returns.

This time, as he climbs into bed, I feel him stroke my haunches again, before I feel a hand trail down one leg till he’s holding my ankle.

Then the unexpected sensation of leather, as he eases what appears to be a cuff around it.

For a moment I think he’s going to cuff my ankles together, and so, after he buckles me into the first cuff, I move my other leg closer.

“No,” he whispers hoarsely. “Remember what I said about never closing your legs to me when you’re in this bed? That applies today as well.”

“Oh,” I breathe, and part my legs again.

As if in reward he draws his hand between my legs, letting his fingers graze my wet opening briefly before turning his attention to my other ankle.

When it’s similarly ensconced in its leather restraint, I hear something metallic before my legs are pushed further apart - this time not by him, but by something connected to my leg cuffs, probably a spreader bar.

“
That
should keep you wide open and accessible, baby girl,” I hear him say. “Tell me, how does that make you feel?”

I blush as I feel my core clench and my juices slide out of me and down my inner thigh.

“Ready to be used by you, Sir, like the good little slut I always am for you,” I purr, hoping to goad him into taking me right then.

But he doesn’t take the bait - today he seems determined to tease me, make me wait.

“Just one more present, baby,” he says, as he coaxes my head down sideways onto what seem like a couple of pillows, which he must have stacked in place in the meantime.

A sigh escapes me as I let my cheek rest against the cool, soft linen of the pillowcases, and he strokes my face, running his finger between my slightly parted lips.

“So beautiful,” I hear him say, possibly half to himself.

And then, more clearly addressing me: “I want your hands behind your back.”

I obey.

He takes my wrists, which feel almost fragile in his strong hands, and before I know it they’re cuffed together behind me, so that I’m here, all trussed up and helpless and spread for his pleasure.

I feel his weight shift - he’s clearly moved behind me, and soon I feel what I’ve been anticipating with trembling excitement since this whole thing began, the sensation of his head between my cleft, exploring it, as though to prepare me for its onslaught.

Because he’s so thick and long, it always feels tight initially, even if I’m dripping wet as I am now, even if he’s slipped a finger or two into me prior to entering me proper …

“Tell me, my beautiful pet, you want this, don’t you?” he asks, teasing me by pushing just the tip of his shaft into me before withdrawing it.

“Oh yes,” I whimper. “Yes, please fuck me, Sir. I need you inside me, I need your big cock inside me.”

“Good,” he growls. “Because you’re going to be fucked. Hard.”

He’s as good as his word, because once he eases his prodigious length inside me, so that he’s filling me up completely, his thrusting soon builds up speed, to the point where all I can register is the sensation of him driving mercilessly in and out of me, sending tremors of pleasure through my limbs, making me cry out with each jolt to my core.

I’ve waited so long to be breached yet again by him that it doesn’t take long for me to come, hard, so hard that I bite into the pillow to keep myself from screaming even louder as my insides contract around him.

He waits for my last spasm before pulling out, and I sigh at the sudden feeling of emptiness.

I hear him laugh.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not done with your sweet pussy yet, but I think it’s time to feed my pet her own juices again, remind her what a lovely shameless little thing she is …”

I feel him move in front of me, feel his hand lift my head from the pillows.

Instinctively I open my mouth for him and he pushes himself in, taking a bit of time at first so that I get to savor my taste on his thick, veiny column, before he orders me to suck him.

He holds my head up as I do, the tenderness of the gesture contrasting with the raunchiness of his instruction.

I comply with great fervor - I can’t see him, and so I really want to
hear
him, hear his breath grow ragged, hear him groan, know that, with any luck, I’m giving him as much pleasure as he’s just given me …

All of which he does, although after I bring him to the edge a couple of times, he pulls out from my mouth and frees me from all the cuffs before deftly flipping me over, so that I’m lying on my back as my limbs recover from the strain.

He gets in between my legs and pulls off my blindfold. I blink, having to get used to the light again, and see him smiling at me, his eyes soft and sparkly, looking ever so boyish and happy as he guides himself into my slippery canal again.