Coletrane (15 page)

My breath shuddered in and out. “So, you don’t mind slumming it with me?”

“I love slumming it with you.” She came at me with a sexy runway model walk.

Playing at coy and innocent, she peered up at me through unbelievably long eyelashes while she unbuttoned first one then two buttons on her blouse.

“Are you sure you don’t mind slumming it with me, Cole?”

“That’s not even a question.” Wrenching her to me with sudden force, I cinched her hands at the base of her spine.

“Oh, God. Yes.” Her body against mine, her neck elongated as I ran my tongue up, up, up to her earlobe.

I tongued the pearl earring, then the shell of her ear. “Missed me?”

“Yes.”

“Missed the way I touch you?”

“So much. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Couldn’t sleep. I wanted you so much, relived every moment with you. My body felt so hot, so heavy, wet, swollen for you, and I knew no one else would ever make me feel as complete as you. Let me lose control like you do.”

Her breathy confession set my cock on fire.

“Maybe I should buy some pearls for your pretty tits too.” I flicked her earlobe again, slipping the tips of my fingers over the peak of one nipple.

She moaned, her body trembling. Her hands curled around my wrist, behind her back.

“Did you masturbate thinking about me, precious?”

Her eyes floated open, hazy and hot. “Yes.”

I gave her a dangerous smile. “Did you use a toy or slide these beautiful fingers”—releasing one of her hands, I brought it to my lips—“into your hot clenching cunt, wishing it was my cock?”

“Fingers,” she whimpered.

I sucked her middle finger between my lips, toyed with it with my tongue. I pulled it out and licked down her palm to her wrist where I sucked on her pulse point.

“Did you come?”

“Yes, but . . .”

My lips moved to the inside of her elbow.

She tossed her head back, shivering in my arms.

“Not good enough?” I sucked her flesh.

She shook her head.

“Not hot enough, long enough, not with my hard
cock
”—I thrust powerfully against her—“filling every sweet inch of you?”

“
Noooo
!”

I grunted with satisfaction, spinning her around so her back was to my front and I pressed against her ass, a thick wedge of steel-hard flesh. My mouth set against her neck, I breathed in her scent—the expensive perfume, her soap,
her skin
.

“Much as this outfit turns me on, I want your naked body. I want you totally naked inside and out.”

She grinded against me, that firm ass pushing all my buttons.

“Then I’m gonna tie you to my bed and flog you ’til you come.” Gripping her hips in both hands, I bent my knees then lifted
up, up, up
so she could feel the rigid pulsing heat of my cock through her skirt and my jeans.

“Flo . . . flog me?” Sin stuttered. “Because you want to hurt me?”

I circled to face her, gently cupping her face in my hand.
“
No. Because I want to touch you the way no man ever has. I want to be inside your head, precious, not just your body. I want your acceptance. I want to own every piece of you, like you do me.”

Kissing her softly before the rip-roaring lust took over again, I mated smoothly with her tongue, licking to the outer perimeter of her puffy lips.

“Now.” I dragged her hands back to the blouse she’d started working on earlier. “Undress for me.”

Backing away a few steps, I tugged off my shirt. I unlinked the bulky chains at my neck and wrists. Didn’t want anything digging into her except my tongue and my fingers and my dick. Didn’t want to mar her flawless flesh.

Sin licked her lips, looking at my chest with the tats. Just for her, I thumbed the silver barbells strung through my nipples. My hips bucked, and I groaned her name.

With my hand running down my flexing abs, I ordered, “Clothes. Off. Slowly.”

Button after button after button, Sin unveiled herself to me. The top drifted to the floor, leaving her in a spring-green bra that pushed her generous tits to the heavens, barely leaving the upper ring of her areolae concealed.

“Pull down the bra cups.
Slowly
.” I wanted to see her pierced nipples pop into viewing range. “When you bend over to take off your skirt, I wanna see those sexy tits swinging low.”

My hand continued south, and I
unbuttoned and unbuttoned and unbuttoned
my jeans. With one left to go, I stopped. I gripped my cock as it butted against the material, lying thick and throbbing all the way to my hip. It swelled fatter.

Sin thumbed the lace edges of her bra, pulling it down. The hoops shined. Her nipples were swollen and primed, lusciously deep red.

She looked at me, panting for breath.

So was I.

I nodded. “All the way now. Show me.”

The brassiere popped down. Her tits bounced free.

Big. Perfectly formed.

“You ever licked your own nipple, precious?”

“No.” She didn’t hesitate, looking me in the eye, cupping one breast, lowering her parted mouth.

When her tongue connected to the tight flesh, I growled.

She hissed, pursing her lips to kiss her own nipple.

I watched her suck and lick, increasingly frenzied. My head kicked back. My eyelids half-lowered. My cock was definitely lead-pipe hard, my balls full of the mother load.

“Stop.”

She froze mid-lick. Her head lifted.

“Unhook the bra.”

It sprang free with a snap.

She started to toe off the stilettoes.

“High heels last. And bend over when you do it.”

And that was the final thing I said because my brain cells took a serious leave of absence when Sin unzipped her skirt, shucked it over her hips, and dropped it to the floor. She kicked it off and away, leaving her only in tiny panties. The negligent scrap of lace that matched her discarded bra tied on her hips with frail little bows. Bows seemed to be a thing with her. I approved.

Lifting the teardrop-shaped orb of her tit, she licked her other nipple, staring at me with a wicked half-smile as she pulled one bow on her panties free.

Sin performing a striptease.

Jesus.

Because she needed more game.

Right.

I stood with my shoulders willfully pressed against the wall, rubbing a hand across the stubble on my chin, wondering just how long I could keep my cock in check.

She released her tit and bit into her bottom lip. The other bow came undone with a flick of her fingers. The panties floated away.

The last straw was when she turned around, totally nude, and bent at her waist. The pink puffiness of her slick slit winked at me from between her thighs. Her ass swung while she eased off one white leather stiletto then the other.

I paused that scene for future reference.

My muscles stamped like iron all over my body with the effort of marshaling my need to pound right into her, I gritted out, “Get on the bed for me.”

I moved toward her after she laid herself out. A primal male animal on the prowl. Keeping my gaze connected with hers, I gathered the soft cording in my hands. Dropping everything on the bed, I moved to her right wrist first.

I kissed her hotly, wetly, greedily as I bound her to the headboard.

Checking the strength and tightness with my fingers touching hers, I murmured in a thick voice, “I’m sorry I mistreated you, Sin. Won’t happen again.”

Utter trust flooded her eyes.

“I’m going to take care of you in every single way.” Crossing to the other side, I cinched her other wrist.

“I know,” she whispered.

I took her lips in another kiss, our emotions firing up as much as the sex between us.

My hand passed down her tummy to her legs. “Won’t hurt you.”

I journeyed along her skin, softly kissing. Sometimes biting. Never going for the obvious zones. The underside of one of her breasts. The indent of her waist. Her hipbone and the shallow beside it. At the bottom of the bed, I licked her instep, her ankle.

I gripped her foot, stretched her leg. “
I won’t hurt you
.”

Lifting her head, she nodded. Her breath jolted in sharp gasps.

The other ankle bound, I talked and touched and stroked her throughout until she was stretched taut. As taut and tight and needy as me.

I returned to the bottom of the bed one last time, checking everything to make sure she couldn’t wriggle lose, wouldn’t get hurt.

“I’ll love you right, Sin.” My palms skimmed up the insides of her legs. “You look very, very good tied up on my bed, precious.”

“I want you, Cole. Only you.”

I brushed my knuckles against her cheeks and whispered with the faintest contact against her lips, “You’ll get all of me. You have all of me, Sin.”

I didn’t have a playroom or a dungeon. I didn’t go to BDSM clubs or kit out my place with a St. Andrews Cross. Couldn’t afford it even if I wanted to. What I did have was a few treasured pieces. The flogger was one of them. A cascade of black suede straps with a braided leather handle I’d been waiting six weeks to use on Sin.

The soft suede slapped, slapped,
slapped
against my thigh as I walked toward her.

I sailed the tails through the air as soon as Sin’s eyes darted to mine. The velvety straps wrapped around the headboard, teasing her fingertips before I coiled the whip back to me.

“Ever seen one of these?” I asked.

“No!”

“So you’ve never felt a flogger on your skin.”

She shook her head, her breasts thrust up, her body heaving.

“It’s for your pleasure. That little bit of pain you felt with the nipple clamps?” I slid the trails of ultra-fine suede up the inside of one of her thighs then the other. “You’ll love this.”

With no warning, I brought the flogger down on her pussy with a fast stinging blow.

She arched as if she’d been electrocuted. I swirled the tails around her cleft, getting them nice and wet while she trembled.

The leather braided hilt of the instrument butted against her clit when I switched directions. She writhed from side to side beneath me, reaching for more, always needing
more
.

“One day I might fuck your tight weeping cunt with the handle while I open your ass with my cock. Give you double the pleasure.”

I let loose with another wale on her pussy, directed to the side of her clit.

She wet the strands I pulled through her spread legs, huffing so fast her breath was almost visible.

Standing to my full height, looming over her, I rained a soft smacking beat down on her nipples.

When the sweet cherries puffed up red and bright and she craned her neck, I grabbed the back of her head, lunging inside her mouth with my tongue. I lightly twisted the hoops through her nipples, bringing the nubs to complete arousal before breaking away.

“I’d love to blindfold you while I do this sometime.”

Her quivering breasts.
SLAP.
Her spread thighs.
SMACK.
Her blossoming pussy.
FLAIL.

Hungry for her taste, I pushed my face between her legs and lapped up all her juices. She came quickly, intensely, thrashing what little she could around me.

I’d only just started.

Flogger in hand again, I worked her to fever pitch, sometimes eating her out.

Sometimes I lashed her with the suede tails. I crammed her nipples into my mouth. I licked her waist to collarbone and orbited the steel hoops with my tongue until I lavished the entire circumference. Sin never knew what was coming next—a kiss or a lick or a soft blow.

She writhed, whining. Crying out when I mercilessly sailed the tassels against her spread and ready wetness.

“So loud. Gonna have to get you a soundproof room.” I dragged the soft suede flogger between her legs, across her dripping slit, up and around her tits.

She jerked. Bit her lip. Squeezed her eyes shut, and tried to muffle her moans.

“I like it,” I whispered in her ear.

Smack.

An orgasm tore immediately through her. I kept flogging her tits, her thighs, her pussy, drawing it out. When she let out a long contented sigh, I dropped the flogger to the floor, dropped all pretenses, and climbed onto the bed next to her.

Caressing her, I murmured, “So beautiful, Sin. So goddamn beautiful.”

She smiled dreamily, returning my kiss with sweet mewls and deep soft strokes of her tongue.

Desperate to find some relief for my aching cock, I shed my jeans, kneeled beside her head, and replaced my lips with my stiff dick. I eased the dark, engorged head into her mouth.