The McGilley Trilogy (38 page)

The bathroom was huge with a counter with double sinks taking up one wall, mirrors covering the entire expanse above it. She barely had time to note the doorless tiled shower that was big enough to hold four people and the small half wall partition that afforded the commode some privacy before he was stripping her of her skirt and thong and propping her on the counter between the sinks. Even though she was grateful for his quick, efficient, take charge attitude, she found herself eyeing the items spread on a towel warily, her legs automatically closing and her hand automatically going to cover her curls.

“Uh, I don’t think so,” she said as he opened a new disposable razor.

Donovan looked pointedly from her flushed face down to where she tried to shield her red curls. “I do, so are you ready to leave or do you want to remove your hand and spread your legs?” Very slowly, he ran the tip of one calloused finger over first one tender nipple then the other, his eyes on hers, not letting her hide from her reaction. When she shuddered, bit her lip and removed her hand and spread her legs, he simply smiled. “Good girl.”

Anna basked in his praise, his simple compliment wrapping around her heart like the comforting feel of a warm blanket on a cold night. If she wasn’t careful, she could fall hard for this complicated man, and that would just lead to more heartache. Even though she didn’t consider herself married, especially after what Todd had done to her, the fact was she wasn’t free to indulge in anything except sex. The light caress of his rough finger over her still sore nipples was enough to have her shedding her inhibitions about having her pubic hair shaved, it wasn’t enough to make her want anything more than sex from this man or any other.

“Lean back,” Donovan instructed with a hand between her breasts, “and keep your eyes closed and your hands down.”

The mirror was cold against her bare back, but when she closed her eyes, all she took note of was the sound of shaving cream being released and the feel of it being spread over her entire mound. When he grasped her knees and lifted her feet to the counter, spreading her thighs, her eyes flew open in mortification at being so exposed.

Donovan frowned at her, swatted the inside of her thigh and admonished, “Eyes closed. Or would you prefer a blindfold?”

“Blindfold, please.” Anna knew she’d never be able to keep her eyes closed, her curiosity would win out over his order. Somehow she wasn’t surprised when he produced one easily. It seemed he was prepared for every contingency tonight.

She was much more relaxed when the choices were taken from her, Donovan noted after he had secured the black silk eye covering and saw the way she visibly loosened up as she once again rested against the mirror. Even though bondage wasn’t his thing, there were times it came in handy. Running his palms down the inside of her soft, rounded thighs, he kneaded her muscles as he gazed at the pink perfection of her exposed pussy. Moisture coated her labia and the entrance to her sheath and he thought it was a shame to wash it away with the shaving cream, but he was confident he could get her to produce more. He was coming to find out just how easily aroused she was. Slowly, he ran the razor over her curls, removing them a little at a time, revealing the soft, bare, tender flesh beneath. As enticing as he had found those curls, what lay beneath was even more so and his goal tonight of giving her a barrage of pleasure to help negate the pain she had suffered would be better meted out without any obstacles. Now, if he could just keep his cock from demanding its due, he was confident he could send her on her way tonight blissfully happy with a few new memories to replace old, bad ones.

The feel of the razor was actually soothing, even as she felt the tug of her curls coming off. The soft feel of the warm washcloth which followed on her newly bared skin was shockingly arousing and she had to grip the counter edge to keep from pulling the blindfold off and looking at what he had done. He was quiet as he slowly explored her exposed flesh and she knew he was closely gauging her reaction to these new, heightened sensations.

Anna bit her lip to hold back a whimper as he spread her folds and then the feel of his mouth on her exposed flesh nearly sent her into a screaming orgasm. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed as his lips and tongue explored every inch of her, inside and out. She could never have imagined how much more she could feel without the covering of her hair, how sensitive her skin would be and how every touch would drive her excitement higher and higher until her knuckles whitened around the counter edge and she was thrusting against his marauding mouth. His deep chuckle vibrated inside her, and then he thrust several fingers into her sheath, finger fucking her with deep, hard strokes that had her jerking hips practically toppling her off the counter. Coupled with his tongue stroking everywhere but over her clit, accompanied by soft nibbles from his teeth, she was teetering on the edge of climax within moments, her pussy on fire from the multitude of sensations bombarding it.

“Easy, sugar,” he cautioned as, upon the first feel of her vagina contracting around his finger, he pulled slowly from the moist, heated cavern of her pussy.

“Donovan, don’t stop, please, please, don’t stop,” she begged as she reached to tear off the blindfold, wanting to glare daggers at the smug look she knew he was wearing.

“I don’t think so.” Grabbing her hand before she could take off the blindfold, he scooped her into his arms, strode into his bedroom and dumped her unceremoniously on his wide bed. “Stay put.”

Anna lay still, her body quivering with unfulfilled lust, her mind battling with the need to stay and see what other torments he had planned and the rising need to relieve the ache he was responsible for building between her legs, an ache that was threatening her sanity if she didn’t get some relief soon. The bed dipped slightly, signaling his return, and when he cupped his palm over her pussy she jerked in instant arousal. “Donovan?”

“Who else would be in my bed torturing your delectable body?” Casually, as if he had all night when in truth his cock was making its demand insistently against his zipper, he relished the feel of her soft, damp flesh beneath his hand as he simply explored her at his leisure, keeping her arousal high as he tantalized but didn’t allow her the release she so desperately craved. With his palm flat, he took his other hand and made circular movements over each nipple until those hard peaks were pointing straight up towards the ceiling. “Can you lie still, keep your hands at your sides, or do you want me to restrain you?”

Of course, Anna had come across bondage in her research and had seen a little of it in that huge room at their club two years ago, but it had never held much interest for her. She was discovering that simply obeying Donovan’s demands, allowing him to take over and her doing nothing but lying back and reaping the rewards, was what was really turning her on. She loved that she didn’t have to make any decisions, didn’t have to wonder what to do or if she was doing something right. It was liberating to turn control over to him, even without the physical restraints. The blindfold helped heighten her awareness of him, making her strain to detect what he was doing as she waited in anticipation to see where he would touch her next, and how.

“No, no restraints. I’ll be good. But, why do you keep stopping right before I come? Damn it, I came here, to you, for sex, and all the pleasure that entails.”

Donovan smiled at her exasperated tone and the frustrated look on her face. She was almost where he wanted her to be. “Because I’m the boss and I like tormenting you. Trust me, Anna, you won’t be sorry.”
She won’t, but he may very well be
, he thought as he picked up the feathers from the assortment of items he had brought over.

Chapter Twenty Three

Anna felt him grab her hands and raise them above her head. Wrapping her fingers around the vertical rod iron bars of his head board, he said, “Hold on and don’t let go.” His voice was hoarse in her ear, his denim covered cock hard against her hip and his hands rough and calloused as he moved them down her arms, over her breasts, around her hips and then slowly down her legs. As soon as he got to her feet, he started back up, only this time it was with something soft in each hand, something that teased and tickled and tantalized sensitive nerve endings she never knew she had.

Shuddering under the onslaught, she asked, “Are those feathers?”

Another sharp slap landed on the soft side of her left buttock, the sting shooting straight over to her neglected pussy. “Quiet.”

Frustrated, highly aroused, she did as he ordered. The feathers continued to make their tortuous glide up her body, now ascending up the inside of her thighs. She held her breath as he neared her pussy, his bare foot spreading her legs wider, his jeans rough and scratchy on the skin he had just softly stroked, the contrasting sensations working to send her already out of control arousal even higher. When both feathers lightly grazed her swollen folds, she arched up, begging for more as she struggled to keep her plea silent.

Donovan smiled down at her, noted the red, flushed face, the perspiration slick skin and her rapid breathing. She had a lush body, her breasts full and wobbly with each gasping breath she took, her waist soft, her hips wide enough to accommodate a large man, her legs beautifully proportioned. He could spend all night playing with her, but if he did that he knew he’d cave long before dawn and break his steadfast rule of limiting his sexual encounters to the club and only with women he knew liked their sex on the rough side. He lived in constant fear of something happening, even something small and insignificant that would trigger his temper, which, ever since those weeks of his captivity, never seemed very far from the surface. The blackouts he experienced after drinking too much didn’t do anything to ease his fears even though nothing of significance happened during those lost hours. Still, he was more comfortable with others around him when he had sex, especially since there were times he needed it rougher than most people were comfortable with, including him. And that kind of fucking wasn’t for her.

Donovan took the feathers lightly over her abdomen then all around the full softness of her breasts then moved one back and forth between her nipples while returning the other to tantalize the puffy, moist folds of her labia again. Over and over he teased her most sensitive flesh until her body slickened with her unfulfilled arousal. Shifting the feather on her nipples to stroke over the fleshy mounds, he now avoided her nipples while still teasing her pussy, moving that feather to lightly stroke between her spread lips, just grazing the inside of her slit, but avoiding her swollen, protruding clit. With a frustrated groan, she spread her legs further, opening her sheath wider as she thrust up against his hand while twisting her torso at just the right moment, allowing one feather to glide over one distended tip.

“Naughty, naughty, Anna. You’ll have to pay for that now.”

Anna was expecting him to roll her over and deliver another spanking, something she really wouldn’t mind, but much to her disappointment he simply stopped his feather play. The next thing she knew, he was tormenting her already sore nipples with something stiff and rough, the surface scratching her highly sensitive tips, making her moan as the abrasion stung just enough to have her pussy clutching emptily in need of a climax.

“Ow! What is that?”

This time she shifted her shoulders trying to escape his torment, but he simply snapped, “Lie still,” before resuming his torture.

“It’s a loofah brush, if you must know.” Donovan ran the brush over the fleshy mounds of her breasts before taking it down her waist and very lightly, scratching over the newly exposed flesh of her pussy. Her whimpers of frustration finally made him take pity on her and he spread those lips, exposing her swollen, red clit. “Come now, Anna,” he instructed harshly as he ran the rough mesh over her clit while inserting three fingers deeply into her pussy.

Anna screamed out in a shattering climax, her hips writhing under the onslaught of the abrasive brush and his pumping fingers. If her vision hadn’t already been black from the blindfold, she knew her climax would have dimmed it for her. As pleasure swamped her, her body bucked and shook with the maelstrom of sensations bombarding her, her hands clutched tightly around the headboard slats the only thing anchoring her through the storm of never ending pleasure. Keeping her teetering on the edge for the past hour, never allowing her to go over, had worked to make her finally explode in a series of orgasms, so many strewn together, she had no idea when one ended and the next began. When his soft lips and tongue replaced the abrasive brush, her breathless sobs erupted into another scream.

Donovan cupped her ass and covered her spasming pussy with his lips, filling his mouth with her gushing juices, his ears ringing with her cries. Taking her red, swollen clit between his teeth, he nipped, suckled and caressed until she lay spent beneath him, her breath now coming in short, gasping shudders. When he finally released his tight hold on her ass, lifting his mouth from her drenched pussy to look up at her, he had a sudden urge to see what he had wrought in those grey eyes. Moving to her side, he removed the blindfold and smiled as she blinked rapidly up at him, her eyes unfocused with dazed, sated pleasure. “Hello, sugar.”

His soft, indulgent voice and the light stroking of his hand casually over her breasts and waist had her eyes closing in exhaustion, her body and mind welcoming the rest.

Donovan rose from the bed and tossed the spread over her. Heading into the bathroom, he stripped out of his jeans and tee shirt and stepped into his shower, flipping on all six shower heads to beat cool water against his hot, tortured body. He had two choices, he thought as the cool water did nothing the ease the hard on begging for release that was evident between his spread legs, he could jack off now and hope that was enough to keep his cock under control while he finished with his plans for Anna’s awesome body, or he could shuck them and send her home as soon as she roused herself. When the thought of ending their evening prematurely didn’t sit well with him, he wrapped his hand around his engorged flesh and allowed his dick to make the decision for him.