Bailey: Independence #1 (20 page)

She jumped only a little when his other hand went to her hip and then slid to the back, onto her behind with a squeeze. A reminder, she thought with a quickly drawn breath. A reminder and a really strange turn-on. She groaned softly.

“I learned,” she began carefully, noticing the scar to the right of his eye, her palm up and fingers tracing it lightly. “That I really enjoy sitting and when you say we should talk, I should follow orders…Sir.”

“Needs a little work,” but he chuckled and cupped her behind, pulling her closer. “Touch me, Bailey.”

He watched the flash of mixed reactions, his smile fading when she raised both hands and stroked over his head.

“I like touching you,” she murmured, enjoying the strength and contour to his body beneath her fingertips. Her head tipped slightly, her fingers taking a handful of the dark brown hair and letting it sift over her palm.

“I’ve waited all week to see you like this. No clothing. Nothing between us. You’re beautiful. Your touch erotic and sensual.”

Bailey loved listening to him talk, the seductive caress of his voice stroking her as hungrily as his palms. She pushed everything out of her mind except touching Gabriel. He was warm and solid; the color of his skin a soft, natural olive and it made her wonder about his heritage.

“Lower, Bailey,” he kept the shudder from his voice as her palms stroked over his chest, nails raking along his skin and over his nipples. As prepared as he thought he was, when both her palms moved to his inner thighs and pressed higher until they cupped his balls, the breath that ripped from him had her eyes flying to his.

Wide eyes were filled with concern that had her pulling her hands back.

“I’m sorry…”

Gabriel took both her hands and put them back on his cock.

“I want you to touch me, Bailey.”

Her tongue was out, sweeping over her lips. She could do this. It’s not like she hadn’t touched one before. Okay, not nearly one as nice as this, she mused, letting her fingers stroke along the length to the spongy, blunt head to the thick base and tautly pulled sacs. Her head tilted. She could feel the heat coming from him, the unfamiliar shape and hardness that seemed to firm up even more with each stroke she offered.

She closed both palms around him, thumbs in the center as she caressed in a downward stroke and then around the ridge. His body stiffened but she realized it wasn’t at all in discomfort since his breath caught and held for a long few seconds. She continued, lowering herself to the step below him.

Bailey brushed one thumb through the liquid that had formed, stroking it over the crown and spreading it before leaning toward him. She thought about her behind and stopped. She couldn’t bring herself to look up, though.

“Sir? Will I be in trouble if I use something besides my hands?” She pulled the corner of her mouth between her teeth, relieved when his answer was a strong set of fingers against the back of her head, urging her closer. She breathed a sigh of relief and let her tongue flick out and over the very top of his erection. It felt like it thickened just a fraction more.

Gabriel almost laughed at the dubious sound in her voice, low and husky as she continued to stare at him until he pulled her mouth closer. Then her tongue touched him, sweeping around and tasting. The groan inside him eased free when her mouth covered him, one hand stroking down the length of him while the other had come around his side.

“Don’t stop, Bailey,” he ordered when her mouth left him to kiss down the hard surface. Her tongue traced veins to the very base before shifting slightly to the other side.

She spent the next ten minutes exploring, tasting him and suckling as much as she could into her mouth. Backing off to occasionally flick her tongue quickly over the ridge before sinking her mouth over him and savoring the heady gulp he gave of pleasure.

His fingers tightened and she thought he was going to stop her, his breathing had turned harsh, low and rough when her palm stroked heavily.

“Christ...Bailey...”

She knows she heard him call her name when his cock gave a strong twitch. She loved the thick groan; the ragged gasp he made for breath and felt a surge of pure female power. She sucked hard, teasing him constantly with her tongue and fingers. She’d never thought giving a man this kind of pleasure would turn her on so much. Water that had seemed warm when she first entered now felt chilled compared to the heat they were generating around them.

She clenched her thighs, groaning around his cock and taking more of him into her mouth. She pressed against him, the taut buds of her breasts rubbing against the dark hair on his thighs. She felt him jump, both hands on her head and this time she knew he meant to stop her. She slammed her mouth down his length and used the very edges of her teeth.

Bailey heard his shout. Heard her name and felt his cock pulse and explode. She figured he was far enough back that she really didn’t taste much of anything and somehow managed to keep from choking. Not bad for her first blow job, she thought with a sigh, amazed at how his body softened inside her mouth. She slid back slightly, chancing a look up.

She wasn’t sure she had permission for that one.

Dark eyes stared at her, his palms sliding to her shoulders and pulling her astride his thighs. His hands held her head, his mouth taking hers hard with a savagely sweeping tongue and low, hunger packed groan.

“I wanted to take you last night,” his mouth roamed over the chlorine flavored throat, one palm sliding down to part the swollen labia. “Your ass was the prettiest shade of pink and damn, you were soaked. That was definitely worth the wait.”

Bailey felt her legs shake, his fingers sliding along the very center of her, all the way past her opening. The right opening, she whimpered when his fingers stroked over the taut pucker.

“Separate your legs, Bailey,” his voice was hard again, stroking her as surely as his fingers when she tried twisting away from his touch. “What’s your safe word?”

“Summer,” came the quivering whisper.

“Good girl,” Gabriel removed his fingers and wrapped his hands around her waist, moving her back but not releasing her. “Look at me. Take the towel I brought and lay it against the side of the pool beside you. Face the edge.”

Bailey swallowed and reached for the thick white towel. Her eyes landed on the other things and she missed a step, stumbling against the side.

Trepidation, Gabriel thought when she saw the items he’d brought register in her mind and heard the sharply drawn in breath. Her fingers shook just a little as she laid out the thick towel on the side. He moved behind her in the water, his hands going to her waist and holding her in place against the side.

“Place your hands out on either side,” he ran his hands down her arms, showing her where he wanted them. Then he returned to her waist, lifting her and pressing her upper body onto the towel. “Arms up, Bailey. Don’t move.”

He stepped back, her legs dangling off the edge. He indulged himself, palms stroking over her ass and tracing his thumbs down the center crack, parting them and letting his gaze take in the swollen, damp center. But that wasn’t his goal at the moment.

“Sir...” Her stomach jumped.

“Close your eyes, Bailey,” Gabriel ordered firmly, the thick dark lashes down instantly. “Close your mouth and breathe slowly.”

“But...”

“Shh…just breathe and relax,” he lifted the lube, sliding the very slim wand into the puckered star. A firm palm on her lower back kept her from twitching. He slid one long finger along the slickness, continuing the strokes until her breathing steadied. “No moving, Bailey,” he warned again, the small plug lifted and slid quickly inside her before she realized it. He saw her gulp in a deep breath and freeze. “Are you in pain?”

“No…no…”

“It excited you,” he reached for the condom and quickly had it on, sliding her back a little. “Let’s see how it feels,” he murmured, positioning himself and gliding inside her, the slightly taut sensation of his cock and the small plug making them both groan. His fingers trailed around her hip. “Are you protesting, Bailey?”

“Oh, god…no, sir…” she whispered, thrusting back against him when his fingers stroked her clit. A whimper of protest broke from her lips when he pulled out and lifted her into the water. Gabriel turned her and backed up to the stairs. He sat back on the top one and pulled her over him.

He moved carefully, straightening the knee that was damaged and positioning her above him before pulling her down hard onto his cock. His mouth captured hers, his hands sliding heavily along her ribs and around her breasts. He felt the small ovals of her nails against his shoulders when he thrust into her.

“Beautiful,” Gabriel licked over one nipple, watching it pull even tauter under his attention. He pulled it between his teeth, biting down and feeling the insides of her pussy clench him, milking him and clamping down with each suck and pull he delivered to her nipple. He had all of her at his disposal now. Every delectable inch.

“Not yet, Bailey. No coming until I tell you,” he ordered firmly and raised his other palm and brought it down hard across her ass, distracting her from the contractions building inside her. Christ, he wouldn’t last long even after just coming from her hot mouth.

Bailey arched against him, thrusting and twisting until the hard, swollen clit rubbed against his pubis, stroking and whimpering when he figured out what she was doing and stopped moving.

“No…” she breathed, gasping and throwing her head back when his palm struck again. Think of something else! She shouted in her head. “Oh, god but it feels so good. Just right there…just outside…”

“Do you want to come, baby?” He whispered hotly against her breast, biting and licking until her nipple was bright pink and throbbing.

“Oh, please…please, Sir…”

“You have been very good today,” he murmured, feeling his balls churning when her muscles clamped down on him hard. “Come for me, Bailey…come sweet and hard…” He switched to the other breast, the nipple a hard little pebble waiting for his attention. He wrapped his tongue around it and tugged.

Her body burst into shudders, her cry loud and his name echoing off the solid glass doors.

He didn’t try and hold back, allowing the pressure and genuine desire to break free with several hard thrusts into her. Her hands were closed around his forearms, clinging as each new convulsion swept through her. His cock throbbed and released, the pressure of the small plug and her natural muscles too much to ignore.

Gabriel wrapped his arms around her, one palm smoothing down the long hair that was slowly surrendering to the curls. The other wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her close while their breathing leveled off.

“Amazing, Bailey…just amazing,” he whispered against her throat, tiny shivers making him pull her closer.

“We’ve steamed the windows,” she breathed happily, snuggling against him. She’d finally released his arms, afraid to look to see if she’d left marks. A fading tremor made her moan, her body limp as he leaned her back. She hoped eventually, if he played with her long enough, she’d stop blushing when he looked at her like he was now. “You’re staring.”

“I am. I guess it’s one of the rights of a master,” he answered, kissing her nose and lifting her gently, the wince on her face as he pulled free making him remember his plans. “The plug stays until you shower for the evening. Then you can remove it before your shower and I’ll replace it with another before we go.”

“I…umm…another?” She whispered, all the released tension slowly flooding back into her. “Sir.”

“Another. Just a little bigger. And it vibrates,” he said, catching the flash of excitement in her eyes as he pulled the condom off and cleaned up the things he’d brought to the pool with him. He stood above her, leaving her the towel. “I’m going to work on a few things in my office. You can swim or take a nap. You know where the kitchen is and there’s an extra computer in the alcove off the side or another in my office you can use. We’ll leave at six, Bailey. I expect you to be waiting for me bent over the bed at five-forty-five. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, backing away and disappearing into the water with a little shudder.

Chapter Twenty

She didn’t want to be nervous. She had always wanted to be sophisticated and aloof. It wasn’t working for her now no matter how hard she tried. Her face was pressed into the bed as she mentally went over the last few hours.

A little food. A long, long soak in the tub. She had a chance to study the small plug when she cleaned it and left it on the counter. About twice the size of her thumb yet it had felt enormous. She’d toweled her hair dry and lay on the bed with her head hanging off the bottom, snuggled into warm blankets and drifted in and out of sleep.

When she woke, she was on her side and stretched with a loud yawn that froze open when she looked up to see him sitting in the wide bench bay window. Just watching her. She swallowed and sat up, wishing she’d put on some clothes and hearing the lecture about nudity again in her mind.

Wide eyes went immediately to the clock and she breathed a sigh before jumping up and dashing into the bathroom. Her dress and corset waited there for her. She quickly brushed her teeth, made a face at the dark curls that had sprung up while she slept and slipped a clip in the side bundle to keep them from her eyes.