SilkenSeduction (14 page)

Temair arched an eyebrow while watching him gasp for air.
“Now, now, Evan, you truly have been a very bad boy. You’ve made a mess. Clean
my boots.”

Without hesitation, he rose to his feet and disappeared into
the bathroom. He returned with a damp cloth and a towel. Not a word was spoken
as he handled the task of wiping her boots clean.

“Take them off.” Temair gave him his next set of orders.

Slowly he unzipped one of her boots. His face hovered within
millimeters of his hand, following the zipper. The scent of flesh warmed by
leather lifted from her leg. The brush of his nose against her stocking let her
know he inhaled it deeply. She sat mesmerized at his tender loving care as he removed
the boot. It was a task she knew he adored. He lifted her foot, kissed her arch
then ran the tip of his tongue up the inside of her leg to the edge of the lacy
top of her stocking then set the leg down, with her foot in his lap.

With one boot off, he turned to the other. He applied the
same gentle attention to removing her boot. He didn’t hesitate to kiss the arch
of her other foot and taste her silk-covered flesh with his tongue, before
placing that foot in his lap as well, nestled against his semi-hard cock.
Temair wiggled her toes and his cock responded. She knew it wouldn’t take much
to have him hard and ready to fuck. But she had plans and didn’t intend to
alter her strategy.

Temair withdrew her feet from his lap and stood. His leg
loving had her wet, but she wasn’t ready to fuck him yet. She cupped his face
and stared at him. Smoldering heat simmered in his darkened gaze, which sent a
thrill directly to her pussy.

“Evan, get on the bed and lie on your back.”

She released him, turned and walked to the dresser. In the
mirror she watched him follow her command, with one exception. He took a moment
to turn down the covers and pile the pillows for his comfort. She smiled. He’d
have to pay for that indiscretion. Evan’s bag of goodies sat on top of the dresser
instead of under the bed. She opened it and retrieved several things she
needed. In the top drawer, she knew he’d placed every pair of stockings he’d
given her over the last few days. He’d washed them, hung them to dry and neatly
folded them and stored them for her use at any time. She gathered several
pairs. Now was the perfect time.

“Close your eyes, Evan.”

She turned and his eyes were closed. Temair laid her items
of choice on the bed beside him, but not touching him. She didn’t want him to
guess what she was up to. Carefully, she crawled onto the bed. Picking up one
silk stocking, she lazily dragged it down his body from his nipples, which
hardened instantly, along his abdomen until she reached his pelvic region. She
let the soft material pool around his cock and balls. He inhaled deep and
attempted to reach for her hand. A quick swat of his wrist and he withdrew, but
opened his eyes.

Shaking her head, Temair teased in a strict, solemn tone, “I
can see you are having trouble listening.”

She straddled his waist and guided his hands above his head.
Leaning close to face, she held his sexy, hot stare. “Do you trust me?”

“Implicitly,” he replied. His one-word answer made her heart
swell. She captured his mouth in a ravishing kiss, while at the same time she
gathered another stocking in her hand.

Breathless from their kiss, she stated, “I’m glad to hear
that. Now clasp your hands together above your head.”

He didn’t hesitate, which steeled her resolve to continue
with this charade of dominatrix, even though her pussy ached with the need to
fuck. Temair wrapped the stocking around his wrists then tied him to one of the
brass spindles of the headboard. She knew she loved this bed the moment she saw
it. It was uniquely different for a hotel room. She kissed his brow then his
closed lids then his mouth in a commanding kiss, before she inched her way down
his body.

“Spread your legs,” she commanded huskily as she hovered
over his cock. She rubbed her wet pussy back and forth along his stiffening rod
covered by the silk stocking she’d laid on it earlier. His hissed intake of air
made her nipples harder and her pussy wetter. His eyes opened wide and she
noted they watched her every move.

Temair shifted onto her knees between his spread legs.
Gathering the stocking, she gently wove it around his balls and watched his
body tense. His cock lifted to attention as she stroked it from base to tip. “I
noticed how you studied the exhibit at the museum today. It seemed to fascinate
you.”

She met his gaze and knew he was sexually on edge. Tension
riddled his body as she continued caressing his cock with the silk. She
tightened the weave of silk around his balls and he gasped. The muscles in his
thighs flexed. Pure power oozed through her veins. She had him right where she
wanted him. Hot, hard and horny. Carefully she wound the remainder of the silk
around the base of his cock and tied it in a bow. Tight, but not too tight. She
didn’t want to hurt him.

In the exhibit the man’s cock and balls seemed bound so
tight it bordered on extreme pain. Extreme was too much in her opinion, but
just the right amount of pain added to their pleasure. She took him fully in
her mouth and sucked him hard and roughly. Scraping her teeth up his shaft,
nipping the round plump and slightly purple head as she released it. Temair
fisted his cock and firmly stroked it. When she sheathed it in a condom then
coated it in lube, she knew he guessed her intentions.

“Temair,” he gasped.

“I didn’t say you could speak,” she replied. His mouth
closed but his molten-hot gaze followed her every move.

She moved into position, readying his cock for entrance.
This was something she thought about from the moment he inserted the butt plug
in her ass. Temair worked the head of his cock into her anus and sighed as the
tiny orifice stretched to accommodate his size. His cock was larger than the
plug. She eased down slowly, inch by inch until he was fully seated in her ass.

Red-hot sparks shot from her ass to her pussy then straight
up her core to the tips of her nipples. Damn, this felt great. Slowly she rode
him, enjoying the new sensations pinging through her. Evan didn’t move until
she gave him the order.

“Fuck my ass, Evan. I need you to fuck me. Now.”

He didn’t let her down. The bed shifted as he planted his
feet and she was glad she hadn’t tied his ankles. Leaning onto his chest for
leverage, she met him pump for pump. Never had she felt so powerful during sex
as she had tonight. Tying him down, tormenting his cock and now having her ass
fucked, this was pure pleasure.

“Temair, untie me. I need to touch you,” he begged on a
harsh voice and she couldn’t resist. She did as he requested.

Within seconds he held her ass as he pounded into her. He
sat up, causing his cock to fill her even more. Temair struggled to breathe.
When he slipped a hand between them and fingered her clit hard, her soul seemed
to burst from the pleasure as the orgasm ripped through her core. She collapsed
against him as he laid them back on the bed. Strong arms wrapped around her,
holding her close. Heavy breathing matched hers and she smiled against his
chest. Damn this was good.

Seconds passed into minutes before her insides calmed enough
for her to notice he hadn’t come. Temair sat up, easing his cock out of her
ass. Her expression must have shown what she was thinking because he answered
her before she asked.

“The binding of the balls and cock keep a man from coming.”
He touched her face and brushed his thumb along her lower lip.

Temair removed the condom and tossed into the wastebasket
beside the bed. His cock looked as if it were in pain even though she hadn’t
meant to hurt him. Tenderly she stroked him as she untied the silk. She kissed
and licked his balls lovingly until pre-cum pearled on the head. She suckled
his cock in deep, releasing him with a kiss to his tip.

She reached for another condom then stopped. Holding his
gaze, she crawled up his body, leaving a trail of kisses and nips along the
way. When their mouths collided, the kiss was the hottest she’d ever
experienced. Tongue upon tongue, sharing an intimate battle of lust.

Temair scooted off him and sat on her knees beside him.
“Evan, I want to feel
you
inside me.”

Chapter Eleven

He rolled to his side and lifted onto his elbow. “It’s been
years since I’ve had sex without a condom.”

She bit her lower lip then continued softly, “I haven’t been
with anyone in a long time and before that it was just…” She stopped, took a
breath. Her voice shook. “I couldn’t be certain if he’d cheated on me or not.
So, I got tested for everything I could think of. I’m clean.” She cupped his
cheek and brushed her thumb across his soul patch, which made him smile
lopsidedly.

“And there’s no worries about getting me pregnant,” she
admitted, flippantly. Even though she tried to hide it, sadness tainted her
tone. “I can’t have children. The night I packed to leave him, he shoved me
down a flight of stairs. The fall damaged my uterus and caused irreparable
scarring.” She attempted to turn her head so he couldn’t see the tear that
uncontrollably slid down her cheek.

She’d never admitted this to Lisanne and wasn’t exactly sure
why she’d told Evan. But she felt that he deserved to know it before taking the
next step. Riding bareback came with a significant amount of trust, which
scared the shit out of her. But she knew she was ready. Was he?

Instantly Evan was wrapped around her, holding her close and
kissing her brow. He rocked her in his arms until the sadness eased.

“Temair,” he whispered against her hair then tilted her face
to meet his gaze. “You are a magnificent woman who deserves so much more. Kids
are not on my agenda. You are. Making you happy and keeping you that way is
what I want.”

“But I’m not the perfect woman. I’m broken.”

Evan’s seductive grin pierced her gloominess. “It’s not a
woman’s ability to have children that makes her whole. It’s the woman herself.
To me, you are the perfect woman. You are the whole package.” He kissed her
lips tenderly then lowered to her neck, whispering as he went, “It’d be my
pleasure to make love to you.”

She melted in his arms. His kisses released the tension
memories her past created. His hands worked a sensual magic she knew only he
possessed. Her breasts were thankful the second he freed them from the bra and
worshiped them as if they were gifts from the heavens. She rubbed his shoulders
while he suckled from nipple to nipple. Moisture dripped from her folds. He had
her so wet. Temair followed his lead and let him guide her into position. Evan
sat back on his heels as she maneuvered onto his lap.

No condom separated them. The phenomenal feel of flesh on
flesh filled her heart with so much joy she gasped in ecstasy. He pumped into
her while massaging her ass and kissing her neck. Temair held on to him and
rode him gently at first until the tension wound so tight she couldn’t take it
anymore. As she bounced on his cock, her breasts danced to the rhythm against
his chest. Her heart pounded and it was all she could do to hold on when the
first wave hit. Before she relaxed even the slightest, Evan slapped her ass.
The sting zinged through her pussy, exciting her even more.

He fisted her hair, making her meet his wild-eyed gaze. “On
your knees, Temair. It’s my turn to ride.”

Uncontrollably she squealed in delight as she scooted off
his lap, turned and pounced onto all fours. She spread her legs, reached
between her thighs and opened her pussy to him. Across her shoulder, she saw
his gaze narrow and his tongue dart along his bottom lip. “Is this how you want
me?” she questioned in as innocent a tone as she could muster in her heightened
state of arousal.

He moved in for the kill, swiping his tongue from her
fingers near her clit, along her soaking slit to her anus. He teased that
tender spot for several long seconds until she moaned loudly and started
fingering her pussy. Evan pulled her fingers from her pussy and suckled her
juices from them.

The bed dipped as he maneuvered in behind her. In one swift
push, he was deep inside her, gliding slowly back and forth. He rolled her ass
cheeks, massaging them as he fucked her pussy to perfection.

Slap!
He smacked her ass. The sting vibrated her to
the core, causing moisture to roll across his cock buried within her sheath.
She knew she was dripping wet, but each time he popped her bottom, she gushed
more. He had her so turned-on, she couldn’t get enough. Gripping the bed
sheets, she pounded back into him, over and over.

Evan alternated between smacking her ass and massaging her
stinging cheeks. He leaned over her, burying his cock to the hilt. He reached
around her, capturing her clit between his fingertips. She lost all control. A
Mack truck of an orgasm rolled over her, backed up and ran over her again.

They collapsed in unison on the bed. But Evan was careful to
land them on their sides with his cock nestled within her folds, filling her
with his essence. She loved the feel of his release coating the inside of her
pussy. The instant heat mixed with her own juices made her shiver inwardly. Now
this was making love in her book.

Temair snuggled into his arms, keeping his cock locked in
her folds. She knew she’d fallen in love with him. She drifted off to sleep,
knowing she’d been royally fucked by a sexually inventive man, who made her
more than happy, he made her totally satisfied.

* * * * *

The next morning, Temair rolled over and found the bed empty
except for a note. She sat upright. For a second she was afraid to pick it up.
Had they gone too far last night? Tugging the covers up around her chest, she
tried to remember if she’d admitted how she felt. No, she knew she’d never
uttered the words,
I love you
. That was a secret she planned to keep.