NaughtyNature (6 page)

Swiftly he moved over her until his hips straddled her
shoulders and his now very happy hard-on brushed her lips.

“Put your mouth on me, Aria. Show me how much you want me.
How much you want my cock inside you, taking you hard, fast and deep. Show me
exactly what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

Without a word of protest Aria opened her kiss-swollen lips
and licked across the head of his penis. Slowly she ran her tongue over his
erection, wetting each pulsing inch of him while his cock throbbed and his
balls ached.

He could do nothing but groan and thrust his fingers into
her thick curls, holding her against him as his ass tightened and clenched.
“Suck me! Hard and deep, Aria.” He growled low, knowing she’d do exactly what
he wanted because it was what she wanted too.

Aria’s hum of pleasure about drove him over the edge. The
feel of her mouth so hot and wet on his most sensitive flesh had his ass
clenching again. He didn’t want to come in her mouth, not the first time. But
the pleasure was almost too good to pass up. Especially when her tongue flicked
over the head, teasing the leaking slit, sending tendrils of fire straight to
his balls. He shouted, he moaned, he whispered, but nothing coherent.

“Aw, honey, that’s it, suck me tight and deep.” He tilted
her neck so his cock could angle deeper down her throat. He thrust deep until
his balls touched her chin and he knew there was no more of him to take. Aria
choked around his length and Mac reluctantly withdrew back to the more shallow
thrusts she could tolerate. But one day, Mac knew, with practice Aria would be
able to swallow him deep with no problem. He’d be able to fuck her mouth as
easily as he would her pussy or ass. But that was a thought for the future, not
for the present. Right now the present included a very hot woman sucking and
licking his dick like it was her favorite treat.

Mac knew he’d die if she stopped. He was so close to the
edge, so close to flooding her mouth with his seed he almost couldn’t stop
himself. It was the memory and the scent of her juices that finally gave him
the strength to move back and pull out.

Aria protested his absence, but stopped quickly when she saw
him reach for the condoms on the bedside table.

“Please hurry, Sir,” she urged him. Her breathing fast, her
cheeks bright with passion and desire. “Would you please fuck me, Sir?”

Simply hearing her say the words almost caused Mac to come.
There was the Aria he’d wanted to see emerge. Strong, vital and vocal about her
owning her wants, needs and desires. Shame had no place within their connection
and now he knew she understood it as well.

Hands slippery with sweat, nerves and his lover’s honey, Mac
rolled the condom on. With everything in place he brought his body back over
hers. Ready to complete this final step, to join their bodies and step off the
cliff into oblivion.

Playtime was over.

With a low groan of need Mac grasped his cock with one
shaky, sweaty hand, centered himself and thrust in deep with one rough, hard
stroke. He’d been right. With the wide plug in place he had to fight for every
inch of her slick pussy. He rammed his cock in with hard forceful jabs,
determined she would take every inch of him. The walls of her cunt clamped down
tight on him, sending shock waves of pleasure along every nerve ending. Aria’s
body tried to hold him captive even as she pushed her hips up, wiggling against
the restraints.

The sheer, lava-heat of her pussy made him groan in
pleasure. All he could do, all he could think about, all that existed, was the
sexual animal need burning inside him to claim and mark his woman, his mate.

Nothing existed in Aria’s world but Mac. His touch, his
feel, his scent, the musky sweet flavor of his cock that remained on her lips
as he took her body in powerful thrusts. She reveled in his dominance over her.
No thinking, no wondering, no responsibility. Everything she needed Mac would
provide. Her body no longer belonged to her, the experience freeing in a way
she’d never experienced. Everything was lighter, brighter without the weight of
responsibility on her shoulders.

The universe and its assorted problems disappeared until
nothing but peaceful white noise filled her head and heated arousal filled her
body. No fantasy could ever compete with the reality of what Mac was giving
her, doing to her and sharing with her.

She spread her knees as much as she was able. The reward was
immediate as Mac slid the last few inches inside her aching channel. He’d
buried himself so deep inside her she could feel the head of his cock against
her womb. She felt stretched almost beyond endurance, yet at the same time she
craved more. As he’d promised, the pinch of pain ramped the pleasure up so fast
and hard Aria didn’t know if she could handle any more.

Once inside her Mac didn’t start thrusting. The man didn’t
move his hips at all. Instead he stroked her shoulders and her arms, kissed
each finger with exacting care. As he began the erotic journey down her throat
Aria could only lie there, arms and legs outstretched, with her ass and pussy
filled to overflowing. With only a thin wall of tissue separating the butt plug
and Mac’s thick shaft, Aria’s body was on massive pleasure overload. Her whole
body started to shake. The nipples pinched in the clips throbbed with a red-hot
heat. Her ass and pussy couldn’t keep up with the sensual assault. She felt
stretched almost beyond endurance, yet at the same time she craved more. She
couldn’t imagine how much better it would get when Mac finally decided to fuck
her.

When he moved to her breasts Aria wanted to beg, but knew
her words would displease so she kept silent. Her reward came shortly after
when he carefully removed the clamps from her nipples. Pain rocked through her
as blood rushed to the tormented areas, but it was a pain that brought
lightning strikes of pleasure with it.

Pain and pleasure. Pleasure and pain. Mac had been right
about the two feeding each other and her needing both. So she rode the knife’s
edge of pain as the pleasure grew inside her.

With her hands raised up over her head Aria’s breasts were
taut and lifted. Mac dipped his head and covered a tender nipple, still raw
from the clamp, and sucked it hard into the heat of his mouth. His tongue
teased and flicked the little bud. Aria whimpered. When he bit down on it with
the edge of his teeth she bucked against him. She couldn’t stop the instinctive
actions even as she tried to get her muscles under control. Her hips thrusting
hard against his invading cock, desperate to take more, any way she could.
Coming her only goal, her only solid in an unstable world.

With the flood of moisture dripping down her thighs Aria
knew her pussy had to be gushing as tiny aftershocks raced up and down her
body.

Her mouth opened as Mac started to stroke in and out. Before
she could speak, demand or plead he captured her lips with his. She tasted
herself on him as his tongue thrust inside to mimic the rhythm of his rigid
cock. He gripped her hips hard and moved in a slow, deep dance. The muscles of
her pussy grasped tightly around him, reluctant to let him leave, eager to feel
his return, so swollen from his earlier attentions she felt every ridge and his
vein as he pulsed inside her.

The plug in her ass rubbed and fired nerve endings she’d
never dreamed existed in that dark channel. How much better would it feel to
have Mac’s slick, hot, thick cock pounding every inch inside her once-virgin
ass? Could she handle it? Would he use a vibrator in her pussy while he pounded
his hard cock in her ass?

More wetness trickled down her legs as dreams, desires,
fantasies and reality merged into one pulsing point of need deep inside her.

Why wasn’t he moving faster, taking her harder? “More, Sir,”
she begged, beyond caring about pride. Desire and the need burning inside her
controlled her every move. “Fuck me harder, deeper, please, Sir. I need you,
Sir.”

“All you had to do was ask,” Mac said and gave her exactly
what she asked for. His thrusts sped up, harder, faster, deeper until she
couldn’t keep up. She could only lie beneath him and take exactly what he gave
her.

Mac whispered words she couldn’t understand. But they were
low, guttural and frantic as he took possession of her body.

His balls slapped against her ass as he hammered into her,
dominating, controlling, bringing her to a burning, world-exploding release.
Every muscle in her body clenched as he gave one last deep, brutal thrust and
shot them both over the edge. They came together, shivering, shaking, gasping,
each feeling the other’s release explode.

Mac captured her lips, swallowing her screams of pleasure
and release. The kiss and her orgasm went on and on until finally Mac pulled
away and rolled to his side.

Aria didn’t know what he was doing until the restraints fell
away from her arms and legs. She didn’t have the energy to care. Her world
consisted of breathing and moaning through the aftershocks of the most
incredible sex of her life.

Mac pulled her limp body into his arms and she went easily,
resting her head on his chest, above his pounding heart.

Now what the hell was she supposed to do? The last thing
she’d considered when she walked into the club tonight was meeting a man she
could fall in love with.

Then Mac had walked into the room, so confident, so
dominant, so damn handsome Aria hadn’t stood a chance.

* * * * *

She woke in the dark, sore, sated and safely wrapped in
Mac’s arms. Her internal clock assuring her only a short time had passed. The
feelings were so unusual for her Aria allowed herself a moment to wallow in
them. Everything she’d done, they’d done, flew through her mind like a
Technicolor 3D picture. As Mac had promised Aria had loved every minute of it.

Mac had given Aria her every fantasy come true.

She’d been shocked but secretly thrilled when Mac had
informed her they would be staying in the room for a little bit longer. He
wanted to hold her while she recovered, to make sure she was okay. Then he’d
said he wanted to talk with her.

All this said while his cock had still twitched inside her
and their hearts raced frantically in their chests. All Aria had had the
strength to do was nod and rest her spinning head against Mac’s warm,
sweat-dampened chest, before he gently moved her aside to remove the plug still
filling her ass then dispose of the condom and grab two bottles of water.

Something about the easy strength and complete confidence
Mac exuded simply flipped all her switches, at least in the bed. Out of bed
Aria knew herself to be just as strong, confident and sure of her place but
last night had shown her the kind of lover she should have been looking for.

Someone just like Mac. Just not Mac himself.

On that one point the Operator had been really, really
vocal. The people who came to Unfettered didn’t come to find true love, a
lasting relationship or even a one-night stand. The men and women were there
for one thing only. To get their needs met. Dominant or submissive, Unfettered
was the place to allow their hungers to finally be sated.

At the time Aria had wholly agreed. Why the hell would she
want to see the man she hooked up with again after their night was over? She’d
been convinced the lure of the dark side was nothing more than that, a lure.
She’d get in, get off, then get out. Mac challenged her convictions the minute
he’d walked through the door.

Aria knew she should get up, get dressed and get out. Just
as she’d planned before she walked in the club’s doors. No sense in lingering
when the game had ended. As two mature, responsible adults, each made the
decision to come to Unfettered to feed a need. The need was satisfied therefore
she had no reason, no justification, for hanging around.

The rhythmic, steady beat of Mac’s heart beneath her ear
reminded Aria that all good things must come to an end no matter how good
they’d been together. Just because she didn’t want the end to come didn’t mean
it wouldn’t. So she could bow out gracefully and leave Mac with the memory of
really amazing sex and a partner who knew when to leave.

Or
, her stubborn inner hussy whispered,
you could
pull up your big-girl panties and see what happens if you stay.

Staying here in this erotic room filled with the smells of
their lovemaking for the rest of her life sounded like a good retirement plan
to her, but the realist she was wouldn’t let that particular hope continue.

Aria eased away from the bed and Mac’s possessive arm. When
she stood on her own two feet Aria quickly revised her plan. Instead of
grabbing her clothes out of the bathroom, dressing in the dark and sneaking out
before Mac woke, she’d have to risk a shower.

Her skin smelled like Mac and sex. The combination did
nothing to silence her inner slut who liked the fragrance. No way could Aria
walk, much less drive, herself home with sticky, quivering thighs and the rest
of her body covered with dried sweat.

Instead of plan A she’d switch to B, which did involve a
fast but thorough shower then dressing and getting the hell out of Dodge. A
quick glance at the bed showed her a still sleeping Mac, looking way too
relaxed and good-looking for her own peace of mind.

Why she worried about Mac’s response to her leaving Aria
didn’t know. It’s not like he planned on anything beyond these four walls or so
everyone had warned her. This was a night to submit and had nothing to do with
relationships.

With a wistful whimper Aria hobbled her way across the plush
carpeting and into the decadent bathroom. Muscles, previously unused, screamed
in protest with her every movement. But even with the pain and uncomfortable
soreness she still couldn’t regret giving everything she had to the man
sleeping in the next room.

Closing the thick, heavy oak door, Aria leaned against it a
moment to gather her wits and strength before straightening her shoulders and
heading to the shower.