Sexcapades (7 page)

Shit, he was going to have to buy stock if they kept this up.

He’d taken off his shirt, pants and socks and was now only dressed in his boxer briefs. Petra had disappeared a few minutes earlier claiming she needed to freshen up. He wasn’t sure if that was the case, or if she needed a few more minutes to get herself under control.

It still threw him a bit when she bounced between being the sexy, in-control woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to reach out and grab it, and the shy version who looked as if she couldn’t believe these things were actually happening to her.

The soft padding of approaching feet sent a tremor of excitement through him. He’d originally intended to use the wax on her. However, he was nothing if not flexible. If she wanted to try it out on him first, be the one to take control, then who was he to say no?

“I got you a pillow. I didn’t think the floor would be that comfortable.”

She had changed, and Darcy definitely approved. So did his cock, for that matter.

Gone was the skirt and black sequined top she’d worn to the event, and in its place was a loose-fitting tank top and lace panties. She’d also lost her bra, allowing her breasts to sway freely behind the thin cotton.

Her hair, free of elastics and clips, fell past her shoulders in a curly wave. God, she was even more beautiful like this. Reaching up, he snagged the end of one strand, tugging on it gently to watch it bounce back into place.

“Why don’t you wear it down like this more often? It’s gorgeous.”

“Says the man who doesn’t have to untangle the beast every day. It’s easier to keep it up.”

“I’m honored you let it down for me.”

Petra blushed, but said nothing else as she picked up the unlit sex candle. “You’re sure you don’t mind?”

“Nope. I try to be a gentleman when and where I can. D. Williams will sacrifice himself on the
Sexcapades
altar and will give you the opportunity to experiment.” The idea turned him on and freaked him out in equal parts. But the look of awe and excitement on Petra’s face more than made up for any trepidation he felt.

“I hope you don’t mind, but there was one other thing in the kit that I wanted to try.”

Petra leaned over him, her breasts swinging enticingly over his face. It would take so little to lift up and nip at her through the thin material of her shirt. His mouth would wet it through to her nipple, and he’d be able to tease her until—

The click of the handcuff around his wrist had him jump. “What the hell?”

The other end was quickly fastened to the coffee table leg. Easy for him to escape in a pinch, but effective in preventing him from stopping her while she worked.

Petra pressed a kiss to his forehead. “They’re quick release, so you can get out of them pretty easily. I actually had another pair in the bedroom. I thought this might be easier than trying to loop your wrists around the leg.” Without asking his permission, she secured the other set to the opposite table leg.

A light tug told Darcy he wouldn’t be able to move much when she went to work on him. If the quick release didn’t work he could flip the table to escape, but that would put an effective end to their night. There was no way that was going to happen until they both had at least one amazing orgasm.

Petra swung her leg over him and settled herself, straddled across his body. He sucked in a breath as she reclaimed the candle and matches, holding them above his chest. “Are you sure about this?”

“More certain than anything in my life.” Holy shit, his cock was so hard he now understood the term
pound nails
.

“Good.” Petra lit a match and grinned. “Time to play.”

Chapter Eight

Ladies, the most powerful sex organ a man has is his cock. We love that you love it.

—D. Williams,
Mantastic
—
advice for REAL men

Ladies
,
if the most powerful sex organ he has is his cock—run.
You’ll find a man with a devious mind is far hotter.
And waaaay better in bed!

—PC,
Sexcapades
—
sex advice for women

Petra wasn’t playing fair with Darcy tonight, but for the most part she really didn’t give a shit. One of her fantasies had always been to have a man under her control. It was something she’d never thought she’d be able to reach out and take for herself. Not before this moment.

But she was going to reach out and take charge in the bedroom once and for all. Strange as it was, Darcy was the first man she’d met who allowed her to do something like this and not feel bad about it.

The candle lit quickly and she had to shift the angle of it so as to not spill the already melting wax on him. No, she wanted to stretch this out. Make the anticipation so high that when those first beads landed on his skin, Darcy was ready to scream for more.

She moved her hand so it was over his shoulder, pausing as a thought struck her. “Aren’t we supposed to have some kind of special safe word or something? How will I know if you want me to stop?”

“I’ll tell you to stop.” Darcy’s gaze was completely fixed on the candle. “Believe me, there’ll be no mistaking when I want you to stop.”

“Should I be worried for my table?”

“I’ll replace it if it comes to that.”

She’d never really liked the table that much, anyway. Without any further preamble, Petra tipped her hand and watched as beads of the black wax fell onto Darcy’s pale shoulder.

“Holy shit!” Trying to jerk away from the pain, Darcy moved the table an inch. “Okay, wasn’t quite expecting that.”

Petra moved the candle away and reached out to run her thumb over the still warm wax. “It’s smooth.”

She shifted backward so her ass brushed against his cock. Yup, he was enjoying things just fine. Feeling a bit braver, she switched hands and dropped more wax onto his other shoulder. This time Darcy didn’t move, though he still sucked in a sharp breath.

“You have a lot of chest hair. I wonder how much this will stick to it?”

“Just so you’re aware, there will be payback.”

She winked at him. “God, I hope so.”

This was turning out to be fun! She scooted back even harder against his cock, giving her more canvas to work with. Ignoring the way Darcy’s body twitched and squirmed beneath her, Petra dropped splotches of wax over his chest. The smooth chest hairs were drowned in a sea of black, making patterns on his skin. When she was satisfied with her handiwork, she blew the candle out, tipped the last of the wax over his nipple and tossed it on the coffee table.

Darcy’s face was flushed and a light sheen of sweat covered his brow. His eyes were half shut as he sucked in a lungful of air. Poor guy, he didn’t realize she was just getting started. Using the tip of her nail, she tugged on a piece of wax closest to his nipple. Several hairs lifted along with the hardened dripping, and the skin pulled up.

“Christ.” He bucked his hips and yanked on the handcuffs.

“Feel good?” She continued to graze her nail along the edge of the wax, teasing and lifting the skin and hairs. “’Cause this is awesome.”

“It hurts when you pull.” He growled when she tugged another spot. “But it feels amazing as it hardens. Like a hot stone or something.”

Petra dipped her head down and licked across the nipple she’d covered. The wax was jasmine scented and filled her senses as she licked across the filmy surface. “You can’t feel that.”

“No.” Darcy bucked his hips again, only this time his aim was perfect. The tip of his cock pressed perfectly against her panty-clad asshole. “Do something else before I come.”

The inner seductress inside her danced for joy as she cast a glance around the room. “I’m not done playing yet.”

Oh, there was the perfect thing.

Ignoring Darcy’s protests, Petra got up and retrieved the box of vibrators she’d been so embarrassed about earlier. Most of them were far too large for what she had in mind, but there was one in particular she’d thought had quite a bit of promise...

“Ah ha!” Spinning around, she waved a thin, red vibrator over Darcy’s face. “Now it’s time to have some real fun.”

“You’re a cruel woman, Petra.” Darcy licked his lips, his gaze locked on the instrument of his impending doom. “I know you feel I’ve wronged you in the past, but I promise I’ll be good from now on.”

With the flick of a switch, the small vibrator began to buzz. Whether from some sort of weird Pavlovian reaction, or because the idea of what she wanted to do with the vibrator turned her on, her pussy began to tingle and dampen.

“Petra?”

“Yes, Darcy?”

“What do you plan on doing with that?” He cocked an eyebrow. “That’s not for me, is it?”

She ran the vibrating tip along her lips, making sure to flick her tongue across the smooth plastic. “Maybe.”

“Perhaps we should have worked on some safe words beforehand after all.”

“Don’t be a baby. Or aren’t you man enough to handle a little vibrator?” Licking up the length of the plastic, she couldn’t stop from giggling when it connected with her teeth. “Tickles.”

Ignoring a growling Darcy, Petra dropped to her knees beside him and held the vibrator up over his chest.

“Did you read my blog post on creative uses for these things? I have to admit, most of that was pure research. I’d love to have the opportunity to test some of those ideas out. For instance, I do know that they make excellent muscle massagers.”

She pressed the side of the vibrator to the juncture of his neck and shoulder. It was close to one of the wax puddles and Petra made sure to trace around it. “You should really consider getting one of these for yourself. It does wonders on those hard to reach spots.”

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, if you have the right man in your life, you don’t need one of those things.”

Tired of hearing his old retort, Petra pressed the tip of the vibrator to the center of his exposed armpit.

“Ahh!” The table jerked several inches as Darcy tried to escape the torture. “Not fair!”

“Perfectly fair. Though if you don’t like that use, I’m sure I can find something else we can do with it.”

She’d had enough toying around for the time being. Her panties were soaked, her nipples hard and if she didn’t get an orgasm soon, someone was going to die.

Moving down, Petra climbed in between Darcy’s legs, pushing them up so he was forced to bend his legs at the knees.

“Pet?”

“Oh hush.” She traced a line along the inside of his thigh, stopping short of his balls. “You’ll love it.”

“I’m sorry I ever doubted your sexual advice. I promise I will never make that mistake again.”

“Shh.” Changing directions, she went below his balls, across his perineum and over his ass cheeks. “I wonder if you’d enjoy it if I put this...right...here.”

She barely managed to touch his asshole before Darcy wrapped his legs around her, effectively trapping her. Petra normally would have made some smartass response, something cute and funny that would have gotten him riled up even more, but when her gaze locked onto his, she knew that things had just slipped from her control.

Darcy looked as if he were about to eat her alive.

“Get these cuffs off me.” There was a dangerous note in his voice, something wild and very male.

Shit, she’d screwed up. She knew some men were really against the whole playing around
down there
thing, but she honestly hadn’t thought Darcy would react so negatively. It wasn’t as if she was actually going to do anything. Hell, she didn’t even have the lube with her.

Snatching the keys from the table, she managed to undo the cuffs with little effort. “Darcy, I’m sorry. I wouldn’t actually do anything that would—”

In the next instance she was pressed flat to the floor and he was kissing her—hard. Somewhere, she had a vague impression of him humping her thigh, was aware of his fingers in her hair, the size of his body pressed against her. The main focus of her attention was on his mouth and the litany of words he muttered in between devouring kisses.

“So fucking hot.

“Want to play with you all night.

“Need to taste you.

“
My
turn.”

It was that last one that really caught her attention. Lifting her hands above her head, he put one on top of the other and pressed down on them. “Don’t move.”

No frigging way was she going anywhere.

Darcy grabbed the wax and matches. “I have always wanted to do this.”

Petra did her best not to cry out when the first blob of wax landed on her thigh. The hot river trickled across her skin, drying as it went. The sting melted away quickly, leaving behind warmth that soaked into her. Darcy pushed her shirt up to just below her breasts, exposing her belly. With no additional preamble, he began to drop globs on her, pausing to use his free hand to draw circles, stretching the wax out.

“I could spend all night painting you like this.” Another sting, soothed away by his touch. “I could write my name on you, stake my claim so no other man would even think about trying to take you from me.”

Groaning, she bucked her hips, wishing for something more. Needing his touch to soothe the ache building inside her. “Please.”

“Ah kitten, you love this. Don’t you?”

“Darcy—”

He lifted her shirt up to her throat, exposing her breasts to him. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

No
,
not me.
Not beautiful.

Darcy gently took her by the chin and turned her face to his. “Yes you are. Don’t ever let anyone try and tell you otherwise.”

A smattering of wax dropped across her breasts, but Petra didn’t feel the sting. Her entire focus was on Darcy’s face. The lust and awe reflected there blew her mind as he continued to play, smearing and drawing across her skin.

It was too much for her. “Darcy,
please
.”

There must have been something in her tone that finally broke through the lust-haze he’d fallen under. Darcy pulled back to admire his handiwork. “You’re like living art.”

“I’ll be dead art soon if I don’t get to come.”

Petra should have known things weren’t going to be that easy when Darcy smirked. “Really? So, you’re asking for me to hurry things up a bit?”

“Yes!”
Stupid
,
ignorant man.

Turning the candle upside-down, Darcy spilled copious amounts of wax across his fingertips. Coating them far thicker than anything either of them had done on the rest of their bodies, she was surprised when he then blew the candle out and set it aside.

“What are you doing?”

He ignored her question and blew on the wax, encouraging it to dry faster. Petra didn’t have to wait long to find out what he had in mind. The next thing she knew, he’d dipped his head down to capture her nipple in his mouth, teasing the tip of the other one with his wax coated fingertips.

“Oh fuck.” She bucked and squirmed beneath his ministrations, almost forgetting herself and nearly moving her hands. Not because she wanted to push him away, but because she wanted to curl herself around him.

“Not yet. I have something else in mind. Hands and knees. Now.”

Petra thought she knew exactly what he was going to do. She wasn’t aware of the vibrator until she felt the tip of it press against her asshole. Trying to squirm away was futile, as he held her still with a hand on her hip.

“The only one who’s going to get fucked in the ass with a vibrator is you. Have a problem with that?”

Her brain short-circuited, making a response impossible.

“I even found the lube.” The cold gel was a stark contrast to the earlier hot wax as he squirted it along her asshole. “I have a condom in my pocket. I’ll get it in a minute.”

The vibrator tickled when he flicked it on. Shit, she’d never done anything like this before, but when Darcy pushed the first inch of the thin plastic past the ring of muscles, Petra couldn’t understand why not.

Vibrations went through the lower half of her body, teasing her from the inside out. As Darcy began to fuck her with the vibrator, Petra’s arousal grew to the point where she thought she’d be able to come from this alone. Moans slipped from her as she slowly lost control.

“Christ, you’re so close. Don’t move.” He gave her ass a slap. “And don’t you dare come.”

He pushed the vibrator in as far as it would go, before leaving her to go in search of a condom.

“Don’t leave me like this.”

“Consider it an introduction to BDSM.”

“What the hell do you know about BDSM?”

“I’ve had a few patients over the years who’ve told me a thing or two about it. Now be a good girl and stay.”

“I hate you, Darcy Williams.” Not really, but she wasn’t about to let on given the circumstances.

The sound of a condom wrapper being torn open managed to penetrate the lust-haze she’d slipped under in a matter of seconds. Hands back on her hips, and for a moment, she thought he was going to remove the vibrator. Instead he shifted her so he could slip his cock into her pussy.

“Holy shit!” Squeezing her eyes shut, it was all she could do to hold on to sanity.

“Fuck.” He set a frantic, uneven pace against the power of the vibrations rolling through her body.

It was too much. The earlier stress, the teasing, everything finally coming to a head. Her orgasm crested through her, seemingly coming from everywhere at once and reaching every cell in her body. She couldn’t stop the cries from exploding from her either, nor could she control her body or her need to fuck back against Darcy.

“Christ, Pet.” His fingers dug into her hips—pain and possession.

He slammed into her hard enough to send another surge of pleasure whipping through her. It was too much and yet, she knew she’d never get enough of him. Of this.