Blushing Violet (7 page)

Her whole body ached with the need for release and her clenching thighs did nothing to relieve her discomfort. He would bring her to the edge and keep her dancing there, trembling with the effort to not moan. Every once in a while he would lean over and whisper her a compliment on her control, praising her for following his command to not come until he gave her permission.

The absolute power that he had over her pleasure added a delicious layer of spice, as did the knowledge that the rest of the world had no idea about the wicked games he was playing with her. The vibrator stopped all together and her breath came out in a low moan of need. Morgan cleared his throat and she hungrily eyed the bulge of his hard cock pressing against his gray pants. His fingertips traced a circle on her palm and it felt as if he had a direct line to her clit. Every slow circle had her shifting until she wanted to scream.

She leaned over and whispered into his ear, “I hurt.” The ache between her legs bordered on pain and her hypersensitive pussy was swollen and pounding.

Concern filled his voice as he said, “Good hurt or bad hurt?”

She paused, trying to honestly answer his question. “Good and bad. It’s…too good if that makes any sense.”

Without another word he pulled her to her feet. As they made their way down the stairs he called for the limo to meet them out front. The lovely tenor of a man’s voice echoed in the lobby even through the closed doors of the theater. For a moment she regretted leaving the magical darkness where he had tormented her with such skill, but a more animalistic side of her nature had surfaced and it demanded satisfaction.

They waited at the front doors, neither saying a word as they watched each other. His eyes were dark with desire and flicked from her breasts to her face. She could feel the scrape of the cloth against her chest and knew without looking down that her nipples stood out like pencil erasers. Her panties were soaked and moisture coated her inner thighs, cooled by the occasional draft coming from the crack between the doors and up her dress.

When the sleek black limo pulled up, Morgan didn’t even wait for the driver to open the door. Tugging her after him, he pulled her into the limo and immediately onto his lap. They both scrambled to pull the layers of her dress up, revealing her thighs glistening with her cream. She quickly removed the vibe and he took it from her hand. With his eyes on her, he licked her moisture from the warm metal with his very talented tongue. Excitement and anticipation made her feel alive and very needy for his touch.

“Please,” she whispered and tugged at his pants.

He put the vibrator in his jacket pocket. “No.”

She almost started to cry and he laughed softly, slipping the straps of her gown over her shoulders. The air hitting her nipples had her moaning an instant before his teeth closed on one rigid peak and he sucked hard. Now she did cry out, burying her hands in his hair and holding him to her chest. With his free hand he tore at her panties, sliding them down her legs and over her high heels.

In a state of arousal beyond embarrassment, she spread her legs wide and offered herself to him. With his teeth on her nipple, his hand cupping her pussy and pressing down, she gripped his shoulders as her orgasm finally broke free. The world went blank, becoming only waves of pleasure.

“That’s it,” he growled and plunged one finger into her wet heat. The intrusion gave her body something to grab on to and she thrust herself on him. Her hips jerked against him as she rode the long, slow waves of her release, each contraction gripping his finger within her.

His breath came out hot against her neck as he bit her pulse with a sharp sting. She moaned and titled her hips, taking his finger as deep as she could. More, she wanted more. Usually after an orgasm, it took her a good hour or so to become aroused again, but her body slipped right back into a heightened state of need with an ease that astonished her.

Despite her protests, he removed his finger and sucked it clean with a groan. Tugging at his tie, he said, “You taste delicious.”

She hungrily watched him as he took off first his jacket, and then his shirt in the confines of the limo. At the sight of his heavily muscled torso and the soft blond curls of his chest hair, her breath came out in a rush. He had the body of someone who spent some serious time in the gym and she tried to suck in her stomach without being obvious about it.

He grabbed his tie and pulled her against him, groaning in delight as she nuzzled his chest. “God, I love a soft woman. You have no idea how good you feel pressed up against me.” He traced the silk tie over her shoulders and she shivered at the sensation. “Violet, I’m going to blindfold you. Do you have a safe word?”

If anyone was going to be blindfolded, she wished it would be him so he couldn’t see her body. “Um—”

His voice dropped an octave and turned cold. “Um is not an answer.”

She ducked her head and stared at his small, erect nipple. “Yes Sir. My safe word is crimson.” He tensed against her and she wondered if she had disappointed him somehow. Wanting him to want her, she reached a tentative hand up and stroked it over his chest, delighting in the feel of solid muscle beneath the fine layer of golden hair. When he didn’t protest she gave in to her desire and softly drew his nipple into her mouth, enjoying the way he shifted his hips and made an incoherent noise of pleasure.

With a groan he kissed his way up her neck and rubbed his face against her cheek, the stubble of his beard scraping her skin. “Lift your hair.”

She became very aware of her breasts as she did as he asked, catching her breath as the world went dark when the silk covered her eyes. Deprived of the sight of him, she startled when he gave each of her nipples a quick, stinging bite. More small, sharp nips followed along the curve of her breast, sending little bursts of pleasure and pain until her skin was hypersensitive. She wished she could see him, could watch him touch her, but it wasn’t what he had in mind.

Even though her feminist side said it was wrong, she loved that she was at his mercy, that he was making all of the decisions for her. Deep in her heart she knew that this would all end with just one word from her and that gave her a sense of safety, which allowed her to relax and enjoy his attentions. And what attentions they were. He had returned his focus to her nipples, mounding her breasts together and going from tip to tip with hard sucks and soft licks.

She tensed when he pulled back, waiting for him to return. The only noise in the limo was the sound of the rumble of pavement beneath the tires and their breath.

Without a word, he lifted her and helped her shimmy out of her dress until she sat before him, naked and panting. Feeling very exposed, she tried to sit in a way that would keep her stomach from pouching out. He was probably used to skinny women that threw themselves on him at the gym. Lord knows she wouldn’t be able to do anything but drool if she saw him while he was working out.

He pulled her forward and quickly flipped her until her hips were up in the air and her chest and arms rested on the seat of the limo. Part of the leather pressed against her was warm from her body, the other part was chilly and felt good against her aching nipples. The slightest brush had them stinging and she wondered if she would need to ice them down when she got home.

“Look at the pussy,” he said in a low voice. “Tell me, Violet, do you want to come?” He punctuated his question by giving her clit a hard flick that tore a cry from her.

“Yes Sir.”

A packaged ripped open followed by the hiss of a zipper. He leaned over her body, covering her with his weight and pressing her down into the seat. The slick feel of his condom-covered cock rubbing between her wet labia seemed so much more intense behind the darkness of the makeshift blindfold. If what she felt was true, he was a very big boy.

“I wish we had more time,” he said as he positioned the head of his cock at her swollen entrance. “But I’m going to die if I don’t fuck you right now.”

Her moan of agreement changed into a harsh cry as he grabbed her hips and pulled her back on his cock, hard. He stretched her, pushing into her with brute force that had her digging her nails into the leather of the seats. Just before it became too much, he slipped one hand beneath her and massaged her clit with a skilled touch that sent her rocketing toward another orgasm.

“Ahh, that’s it,” he said in a deep chuckle as she pressed her bottom against him until he was buried as deep as he could go. He massaged the swollen tissue around the hard nub, bringing more blood to her pussy until it pounded with the beat of her heart. The delicious sensation of his cock slowly dragging out of her was its own kind of torture and she arched her back, offering herself to him.

As her body adjusted to him she marveled at his strength. He easily held her up with one arm until she was up on the tips of her fingers while he continued his slow, sure strokes. Her thighs stretched wide apart as she straddled his lap, entirely held in place by him. She tried to move, but he nipped the back of her shoulder with a warning growl.

He rocked in and out of her, occasionally brushing against her nipples with the edge of his knuckles. It hurt to try to hold herself off him, so she relaxed into his embrace and leaned fully into him.

“So fucking beautiful,” he rumbled from behind her. “I want to fuck you in front of a mirror like this so you can see how hot your cunt looks with my cock stuffed inside it.”

Her body tightened around him as his words painted an erotic picture in the darkness behind the blindfold. It was like having an incredibly intense fantasy, and being thoroughly taken at the same time. His hand slipped down over the curve of her stomach and stroked against her exposed clit. As he did this he kept himself almost totally inside her, moving with the twitch of her hips as she swiveled in time with the strokes of his hand. He ran his fingers lower, touching where her body joined his and gathering the moisture there. Fingers slick, he returned to tormenting her clit. She tensed against him, almost to the edge but not quite. The musk of their lovemaking scented the air and he grasped her hard nub between two fingers, rolling it back and forth.

That was all she needed and she screamed as her second orgasm surged through her body in a wave of incredible tension dissolving into rolling contractions. He held her close, pounding into her as she twitched and moaned, impaled on his cock.

With a final thrust, he made a deep, harsh groan that was one of the most erotic sounds she had ever heard. So very male, the vibration traced through her body and made her shiver. He continued to hold her and whispered into her ear how beautiful she was, how lucky he was to have such a good little submissive. He lifted her off him and set her back on the seat. She shivered as the cool leather met her overheated flesh and blinked rapidly when he removed the tie he had bound around her eyes.

She tried to adjust to the dim interior light of the limo, which suddenly seemed bright after the darkness of the makeshift blindfold. Morgan tucked himself back into his pants and gave her a grin that was as wicked as any she had ever seen. Before putting on his shirt, he helped her back into her dress, giving each of her sore nipples a gentle kiss before sliding the chiffon back up in place.

They settled back into the seat and Morgan pulled her onto his lap with a content sound. They were almost back to the mall where her car was parked and she marveled at how wrapped up in him she had been. While they were having sex, time became irrelevant.

He placed a kiss on her forehead. “Would you like to come home with me tonight? I can’t promise that I don’t snore, but I can say that I make the best waffles this side of the Mississippi.”

She sighed and played with the small portion of his chest showing between the edges of his shirt. “I can’t. I have to go antiquing with my Aunt Penelope in the morning. If I don’t show up she’ll think I hate her and write me out of the will.”

“Seriously?”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah. Aunt Penelope has her lawyer on speed dial. I don’t want to take the chance of my sister getting her vast collection of Elvis refrigerator magnets and Lawrence Welk records instead of me.”

“When can I see you again?”

She turned her face against his chest so he wouldn’t see her pleased smile. “I get my work schedule for next week tomorrow. I’ll email you and let you know.”

The limo slid to a smooth stop and the voice of the chauffer sounded from the intercom. “Sir, what level is the lady’s car on?”

Morgan looked at her and she said, “Level three. It’s a white Cavalier with a couple bumper stickers on the back.”

He relayed her instructions to the driver and she shifted off his lap. In the back of the limo she felt as if she were in another world, one of luxury and incredible mind-blowing sex. She didn’t want to leave, didn’t want to stand out beneath the harsh glare of the florescent lighting that always made her skin look like pale, freckle-covered cheese. She grabbed her purse from the other side of the limo and dug through until she found her keys.

The limo stopped before her car and the driver opened the door for her with a polite smile. Scooting across the seat, she paused and felt the heat of a blush burning her cheeks. Morgan raised his eyebrows and she whispered, “Where are my panties?”

He chuckled. “In my pocket.” His lips brushed her ear as he leaned forward and said in a low voice, “I’m going to wrap them around my cock tonight when I think about you and jerk off.”