Nobody's Lost (Rescue Me Saga #5) (31 page)

He lifted her hair and pressed his lips to her neck. She moaned and tilted her head to give him better access.

“Breathe, Baby.” His whisper tickled her skin. He twisted her hair and draped it over her shoulder before kneading the muscles in her neck. “Relax for me.”

How could she? His touch set her body on fire. Her body never felt so alive. When his hands stopped moving, she drew a ragged breath and waited to see what he would do next.

The sound of the dress’s zipper being pulled down and the pressure of his hand against her back sent a shiver coursed the length of her spine that had nothing to do with the chilly air in the bedroom. For the first time, she noticed the candles arranged on every surface in the room except the bed. On the bed were dozens of rose petals.

“My husband is a romantic.”

“Your husband is horny. Turn around and strip for me, woman.”

She grinned, eager to oblige without his caveman immitation. God, she was going to enjoy every minute in this room with Ryder. There probably wouldn’t be a lot of sleeping going on, though.

Imagining some sexy music she began gyrating her hips and lifted her hands to her hair. She splayed her fingers and shook her hair loose from the twist he’d made. He inhaled deeply.

“I love your scent.”

“Thank you. It’s the red osmanthus flower probably—rather exotic for us Westerners. Or perhaps the vanilla rum.”

The thought of showering with him and having his hands lathering her breasts with her body gel, Forever Red, led to even more fantasies. She already had enough to last them thirty years, give or take—assuming they only had sex once a day, every day.

Somehow she didn’t expect them to be that sedate, for the first decade, at least.

A smack on her butt reminded her that he’d asked her to strip for him. She smiled. They weren’t in a kink scene, but the man was forceful anyway. She turned and smiled as she grabbed the sides of her dress and pulled the hem of her dress up, let it fall, then repeated several times, each time pulling it up higher, and letting it fall, but never as far as the previous time. When she gave him a peek of her garters, his penis rammed against his fly. Emboldened, she turned her back to him once more and let the hem of the skirt ride up over her hips.

“Holy fuck!”

She grinned. “Like what you see, Marine?”

She’d worn only a G-string with her garter belt, anticipating his reaction when he first saw her out of her dress. Turning again to savor the moment, she saw him rushing to remove his trousers before he’d taken off his shoes. She giggled and pulled her dress over her head and tossed it into a chair, equally impatient.

The sight of the bulge in his boxers gave her a mixture of excitement and nervousness. What if she didn’t do it right? Despite all the books she’d read, none of those scenes came to her now. What should she do?

Help him, of course!

“Sir, would you like me to remove your shoes?”

Even though they weren’t doing kink tonight, she found comfort in taking the role of submissive. When she became uncertain, he would guide her with his instructions.

Ryder sat down on the chest at the foot of the bed, his trousers at his ankles. She knelt at his feet and untied his shoes and removed them, then his socks. Finally he lifted both feet, and she removed his pants. She studiously avoided his erection and stood to drape his trousers over the back of the chair much more carefully than she had dispensed with her dress.

Her focus now was on one thing—the bulge in his white boxers. She knelt in front of him once more and reached out to stroke his hardness through his underwear. For the first time, she became a little worried if he would fit inside her. Her toys weren’t nearly this big. Most of her insertable vibes were barely an inch in diameter. Ryder? Oh, God.

Her hand shook from a mixture of excitement and nervousness, and Ryder grasped both of them and pulled her onto his lap.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

His enormous erection pressed against the crack of her butt, and no words would come. Ryder cupped her chin and directed her gaze to him. “Afraid I might not fit?”

She nodded.

He grinned. “We’re going to take it slowly—and I’m going to use lube to make it as easy as I can on your first time. Remember, there’s no rush. We have nothing planned for two weeks except for getting to know each other. Anytime you want me to stop, you just say red, same as in our kink scenes.”

“Or yellow if I want you to slow down?”

He pinched her nipple through her bustier, and she lost her train of thought. “You might have to be more specific. In kink, yellow means to stop and talk things out. So if you mean slow down as far as how fast I’m…making love to you, that would require a very different response.”

She grinned and relaxed a little. “I can see that might be confusing if we have yellow mean different things at different times. I’ll just ask you to slow down if I need you to.”

“That should work.” His hand cupped her breast. “Jesus, you are so sexy, Baby. And I’m the only man who will ever get to enjoy you.”

She leaned against his shoulder and gave him better access for enjoying her breasts. He ran his callused thumb over the rim of her bustier, and gooseflesh popped up in his wake. Heat rose from her upper chest into her face. Why did she blush so easily? It only accentuated the fact she was inexperienced.

Megan drew a deep breath and prayed he would let her finish stripping soon so he could touch her skin to skin. When he didn’t, she reached up and pulled the cups down below her breasts.

“I like when you touch me there.”

“Well, I can see we’re already working with a cooperative spirit, because I sure as hell love touching you there.” He pinched her nipple, and she gasped, feeling a tension in her groin that made her wish he was touching her there, too.

“Why don’t I finish undressing?”

“I’d like that, but first, just a nibble.” He lowered his mouth to her nipple and latched on while she grabbed his head to make sure he didn’t stop until she was ready. His tongue flicked against her, and she couldn’t contain her response.

“Oh, God! Don’t stop!”

His chuckle reverberated against her breast. He sucked, hard, and her clit vibrated as if she’d come. He didn’t seem to mind her B-cup breasts. Good thing, because she’d never undergo surgery again unless she had to.

With one last pinch, he said, “Finish stripping for me, Baby. I want to see the rest of you again.”

She scooted off his lap and unhooked the front of the bustier, one hook at a time. She didn’t feel like teasing him, because it would only take that much longer for them to move to the next phase, whatever that was. Sex, she supposed. Despite her fears, she trusted him not to hurt her any more than he’d have to hurt a virgin.

Too bad she hadn’t been eligible for the vaginal procedure. Maybe they’d have broken her hymen and rid her of the nuisance.

“What are you thinking about?”

She met his gaze. “Oh, nothing.” She unhooked her silk stockings from the garters and reached around back to unhook the belt.

“Be honest with me, Baby. What were you thinking when you got so tense and your face looked so unhappy?”

She stopped moving. Stopped breathing.

Ryder stood and came toward her. “Breathe with me, Baby.”

He set the pace, and she soon matched his rhythm, breathing in and out steadily as though one. Slowly, the tension left her body. She met his gaze. “I was just wishing my surgeon had taken care of this long ago.”

The look of pain on his face made her wish she’d kept her mouth shut.

“It’s going to kill me if I cause you pain.”

“Why don’t we open a bottle of wine and go sit in the sauna a while?”

“Alcohol and saunas don’t mix. You’ll dehydrate. But we can head there anyway. Things went a little off plan tonight, although I’ve enjoyed the hell out of watching you strip for me.”

If you expect me to be predictable and follow any of your premade plans…

“Oh, I’m not finished messing with your plans yet.”

His eyes smoldered and Ryder grinned before reaching behind her to unhook the garter belt. “Well get rid of this, but I’m going to let you wear the thong. You don’t know how sexy it is to me.”

Megan smiled. She had a pretty good idea how it affected him.

“I’m going to go get us some bottles of water. You might want to go to the bathroom before we head outside.”

She nodded and went to her suitcase to retrieve some toiletries before heading toward the bathroom, wiggling her ass just to tease him a little and try to get her game on again.

“I’m going to make you pay for tempting me like that, Baby.”

She glanced back at him over her shoulder. “Promises, promises. Maybe you should grab one of the paddles on your way to the sauna.”

*     *     *

Ryder shook his head. The woman was going to drive him to drink. The thought of reddening her backside with her wearing a thong just about had him coming in his boxers. He went outside to turn on the sauna then into the kitchen to grab several bottles of water from the box on the floor before returning to the bedroom. From the closet, he pulled out his toy bag and set it on the bed. He opened it and soon found just what he wanted to use on her sexy ass in a few minutes.

When he heard the bathroom door open, he turned toward her, but hid that implement and other items he planned to use behind his back, wanting to keep them a surprise. “Grab four bath towels from the bathroom and wait for me on the patio. The sauna should be ready, but I don’t want you to go inside until I do. I doubt you’ll be able to last more than ten minutes if you haven’t been in one recently.”

“I’ve never been in one.”

“Well, then, ten minutes definitely will be our limit tonight. Afterward, we’ll jump in the shower.”

Her eyes smoldered at the mention of showering together. Good. No need to rush her into bed. Foreplay, whether it culminated in sex or not, was equally enjoyable. They might decide to wait until tomorrow or the next day to make love. Both knew how to have an orgasm without intercourse. Having each stimulate the other would be an incredible experience, too.

After stripping out of his boxers, he grabbed a sleep mask and other items before exiting the bedroom through the open patio door. She stood holding the fluffy towels, and her gaze went to his erection, since she couldn’t see what he held in the hand behind his back. Her eyes grew wider, and she nibbled her lower lip.

Damn, he would have to relieve her of her virginity tonight if she was ever going to relax enough to enjoy sex without worrying about the pain. He made a mental change to his plan and walked past her to the sauna, opening the door.

“When we get inside, lay two towels for us to sit on or the wooden seats will scorch our asses. The other two will be for wiping the sweat off.”

He indicated for her to precede him inside. When he joined her, memories of his purification lodge ceremony came to him, but the image of her bare ass cheeks blocked all thoughts of spirituality from his mind.

She arranged the towels and set the others on either side of where they would be seated. He walked over to her. “Close your eyes.” She hesitated only a moment. He tucked the items from the toy bag between the folds of one of the towels and the bottles on either side of them, before standing in front of her. “Are you okay with being blindfolded?”

The hitch in her breathing and pebbling of her nipples told him she probably liked the idea, but he still waited for her response.

“Yes, Sir. I love the blindfold.”

He placed it over her eyes and adjusted the elastic behind her head. Her breathing grew shallow, which might be from the intense, dry heat in here as much as from their arousal. He grabbed her hair and pulled it back, and she opened her mouth for him to plunge his tongue inside, mimicking the act that would happen soon. Her hands weren’t bound, and she reached up to hold his biceps, more to steady herself than anything, he guessed.

He grasped her ass cheeks and squeezed, alternately kneading them and placing small smacks to prepare them for him. When he pulled away, her mouth was open, gasping for breath. He picked up a bottle and opened it for her, putting it in her hand. “Drink this. All of it.”

She took some tentative sips.

“You’ll have to be quicker about it if you want the treat I have for you.”

She downed the rest of it much as she had done the cognac the night he first met her. He opened and emptied his own bottle before sitting down. Reaching for her hand, he guided her toward him. When she would have sat on the bench, he pulled her face down across his lap.

“Oh!”

“Shhh. You’re safe. We’re just going to play a little before our shower. Would you like that?”

She nodded.

“Answer me with words.”

“Yes, Sir. I like playing with you.”

He chuckled. “Remember your safewords.”

“Scarlet and yellow.”

He began warming up her ass with more light smacks before they became harder ones. Her breathy exclamations told him her excitement level was increasing. He reached beside him and pulled out the toy he’d brought to play with her.

*     *     *

Megan’s nose, lungs, and butt all were burning, but for different reasons. Ryder’s hand smacking her bare skin made her want to spread her legs wider so he could run his finger over her clit until she came. Her clit and vagina both throbbed, waiting for something to ease the arousal.

Thwack!

Something stung as it hit her left cheek. Definitely not his hand any longer. She squirmed, trying to avoid the blow she knew was coming next, but he placed his hand on her back to hold her still.

Thwack!

“Ow!”

While it didn’t hurt like the paddle he’d used before, whatever it was definitely left a sting that didn’t go away. Two more smacks of the thing, and she placed her hand over her butt just as the implement came down again.

“Shit! That hurt.”

“Remove your hand.”

Megan wanted to say no, but that would only prolong her paddling. At least she knew they only had another six or seven minutes inside here before time was up. But he could do a lot of damage in that time.