A_Little_Harmless_Fascination (14 page)

And for the first time in a long time, she wanted more. She
shook her head and tried to dismiss that idea.

When she was cleaned up and had gotten herself under some
control, she grabbed a shirt out of her dresser, slipped it on, and then headed
out to breakfast.

He spared her a glance as he slipped a waffle onto her
plate. “Taking a little too long there, Jillian.”

His voice was calm, but she heard the steel beneath it.

“I was trying to make sure my brain was working.”

His lips twitched. “I have to say I’m pretty proud of
myself.”

She poured syrup on her waffles and shot him a look. “Why is
that?

“You’ve got one of the sharpest minds I’ve ever encountered.
If I screwed with it, then I am pretty sure I’m a god, like you said.”

She chuckled, enjoying this whimsical side of him. She was
pretty sure the only person in the world who had seen it, other than possibly
his lovers, was his sister. Conner had never struck her as someone with a great
sense of humor. The teasing was starting to get to her, though. He was all
tough on the outside and somewhat gooey on the inside. That combination was
deadly to her mind.

She was in serious trouble now.

"Eat. I didn't slave over these for you to just sit
there and look at me."

She sighed and did that. "I had no idea that you could
cook like this."

"I had to learn. Maura's kind of a picky eater."

She snorted. "Kind of? She makes Meg Ryan in
When Harry Met Sally
look like a
pushover. I have never known anyone who went through a cafeteria line and made
them cook stuff to order."

"She's always been like that. I remember when she was
born, from the first she was pushing to get her way."

Jillian nodded. "She was a pill. I think that has a lot
to do with genetics, but also the people who raised her, including you. Never
once did I ever hear her say you doubted her or told her she shouldn't do
something."

"I was glad when she started learning there were
certain things that a brother did not want to hear."

She laughed at the pained look on his face. "I can
imagine. How much of this does she know about?"

"This? You heard me talking to her."

"No, I mean this life of yours. You have to know she's
dabbled in the lifestyle."

"Please, don't. I still think she's a virgin."

She shook her head at his joke and took another bite.

"What had you so upset yesterday?"

She glanced up, surprised. "Family. Just the family.
They can be a pain in the ass, and dealing with them...there is a reason I'm
not living on the mainland."

"Any reason in particular?"

"Same stuff. Money. It is the root of everything that
is wrong in the Bentley family."

He didn't look happy, and she knew why. She wasn't being
completely forthcoming.

"It isn't anything I want to rehash."

"Don't women like to talk about these kinds of things?
Discuss feelings?"

"Not this. My family is a constant embarrassment to me.
I'm just glad you took me out of the house and got my mind off them. It really
helped me yesterday."

He smiled at that and looked down at her plate. "How do
you not gain weight?"

She smiled. "When I’m deep in a book, I sometimes
forget to eat most of the day. I guess when I'm not in the zone, I make up for
it. It was delicious by the way."

She leaned forward and gave him an impulsive kiss that
surprised both of them. When she sat back, he took her hand. "How far do
you want to take this? Do you want to chalk up last night to some kind of
insanity, or do you want to find out more about yourself?"

"About myself?"

Conner studied her fingers for a moment and then looked up
at her. "The lifestyle is sometimes intense, and it teaches us things that
we might not have known about ourselves."

"Like your need to dominate?"

He nodded. "And yours to submit. Sometimes it's just
what you need to feel complete in the bedroom. But many times, it is more than
that. It can reach into your soul. With me, I will expect that. I want all of
you in that bedroom. Exploring this with you will probably be one of the greatest
highlights of my life."

She noticed that he didn't profess love or tell her it was
forever. She respected him for that, and while she might want to hear those
words at some point, she wasn't sure she was ready for them.

He looked up at her with one eyebrow raised. "Indeed?
Last night wasn't that intense."

She knew from experience and research it hadn't been, not
for someone like him. For her, it had been a little mind-blowing. Jillian
wouldn't tell him that.

He slipped his large hand between her legs and massaged her
thigh. It was barely anything, but the touch had her body shimmering with heat.
He kissed her, keeping his hand on her leg. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the
way her body started to melt at the simplest of seductions.

Soon though, it wasn't enough for him, apparently. He picked
her up off his lap. She expected him to take her to the bedroom, but instead he
plopped her on the table.

He spread her legs as he leaned down and set his mouth on
her pussy. Damn, the man had one of the most talented tongues. He should
probably bronze the damn thing. He slipped inside, and she should have been
embarrassed by how wet she was, but she didn't really care.

He replaced his mouth with his hand, sliding two fingers
inside of her and pressing his thumb against her clit.

"Don't come, or there will be hell to pay."

She looked down at him as he watched her. Jillian wanted to
close her eyes, to slip into the pleasure of his ministrations, but she
couldn't. The way he was looking at her demanded his attention. She inched
closer to her release and tried hard not to come, tried her best. As soon as
she felt she couldn't hold back any longer, he stopped and pulled his hand
away. He picked her up off the table and she thought he would take her to the
bedroom then, but he didn't. He placed her on the rug a few feet away.

"Up on your knees and open that dirty mouth."

She could barely think. When she rose, it actually ached.
She pressed her thighs together, trying to gain relief.

"Bad girl. Spread those legs so I can see your pussy.
Again, you don't get relief unless I give it to you. You take and I will make
sure you regret it."

There was a bit of a challenge in his voice, one that made
her think he almost wanted her to do it, to come and then he could come up with
some kind of nasty retribution. Instead, she did as he said.

"Ah, good."

He undid his shorts and let them fall to the floor so he
could step out of them. She leaned forward, but he stopped her.

"Wait."

He pulled her shirt up and over her head, placing it on the
chair behind him.

He left her there kneeling on the floor, waiting, but he
soon returned with the blue scarf.

"Hands behind your back."

She did and almost fell over. He steadied her so she could
find her balance before securing her hands behind her.

"Yeah, I like that." His voice shimmered with the
arousal that was now pulsing through her blood, pounding at her with every
breath she took.

He walked in front of her and took his cock in his hand. He
stroked himself as he watched her. "If I was in the mood, I could leave
you like that, no relief while I took mine. But, you do have a talented mouth
and I want it wrapped around my cock."

He walked up to her and rubbed the tip of it against her
lips. His nostrils flared.

“Open up, baby.”

Jillian usually didn’t like endearments like that, but
Conner had a way of saying it that made her want to please him. She opened her
mouth not wanting to wait any longer. The first taste of him danced over her
taste buds. Salty, sweet, and she craved it more than anything else right now.
He moved in and out of her mouth since she couldn’t due to her position. He
slipped his fingers through her hair and plunged deep each time. She felt the
head of his cock bump the back of her throat but she didn’t care. With each
thrust into her mouth, he pushed her closer to the edge. Her mind was
concentrating on nothing but giving him satisfaction.

He pulled out of her mouth abruptly, and she almost fell
forward. She would have if he hadn’t been holding her. He cupped her and leaned
down to give her a kiss. It was rough, wet, and she could feel it all the way
to the soles of her feet. It caused her heart to beat completely out of
control. By the time he pulled back, they were both breathing heavy. He leaned
his forehead against hers, and when he brushed her braids back over her
shoulder, she saw his hands were shaking.

At least he was affected by this as much as she was. He drew
in a deep breath and then stepped back. He moved to the side and then helped
her up.

“I think we should move this to the bedroom.”

He guided her into her room, and she felt a shiver of
anticipation. He hadn’t done that much to her, and Jillian knew there was a
part of her that wanted to obey and get rewarded. But there was that bad part
of her, the one that wanted to push him into punishing her. It hadn’t even been
twenty-four hours since their first time together and she was already going out
of her mind.

He stopped in front of the bed. “We don’t have a lot to play
with, unfortunately, but I plan on stopping by Rough ‘n Ready later today.”

She did have some things, but she wasn’t sure if she should
tell him. She had never used any of it, but she was a hands-on researcher. She
didn’t like describing something in her books if she didn’t know the mechanics.

He must have read it in her face because he asked, “What?”

“I have a few toys.”

She couldn’t read his face then. It was as if all his
emotion was hidden behind a mask.

“Really?”

She didn’t know if he was granting her permission to speak
or not.

“What do you have?”

“Riding crop, shibari ropes, and nipple clamps.”

“Hmm,” was all he said. It vibrated in his throat. “And you
have used these?”

Oh, apparently he didn’t like that idea, and she couldn’t
help but feel a little satisfied. The fact that he was a jealous shouldn’t make
her feel this good but it did.

“No.”

That caught his attention. “No?”

“I bought it for research. They are in the bottom right
drawer in my dresser.”

He paced in front of her slowly, then stopped beside her. He
untied her wrists. “Get them for me.”

He sat down on the bed and waited. She walked to her
dresser. Each step aggravated her already out-of-control arousal. Her labia was
soaking wet, and she couldn’t even imagine waiting much longer, but she knew he
was going to make her. Conner didn’t sound too happy that she hadn’t told him
about them. She retrieved them, feeling a little odd. She wasn’t ashamed of her
body. She had no problem being naked in front of others. This was different in
some way.

She pulled out the crop and brought it over to him. He
looked at her.

“Where are the other things?”

She shook her head. “The ropes are packed away, so I would
have to find them. And the nipple clamps…”

His lips twitched. “Not your thing?”

She shook her head. “I like a little pain, but that is just beyond
my acceptance.”

“You might change your mind. If you do, let me know.” He
smiled and held out his hand. She gave him the crop. Conner studied it and
slipped it through his fingers before smacking his opposite hand with it.

“Nice.” His voice had deepened even more. “Hands on the bed
and show me that pretty ass of yours.”

She did as ordered, but now that a little of her arousal had
been controlled, she did it slowly. Jillian really wanted to see how far she
could push him.

“Do it now, Jillian, and do it fast.”

She placed her hands on the foot of the bed and bent over.
He slipped the crop down her back, tracing her spine with it down to her ass,
but instead of hitting her, he slipped it between her legs. She drew in a quick
breath when he brushed it against her sex. It was the barest of touches—enough
to tease but nothing else. She moved to get closer, but he chuckled and moved
it away.

"Being naughty, Jillian?" he asked.

She wanted to be mad at the tone in his voice. It was the
self-satisfied smirk she heard that usually had her temper rising, but this
time she couldn't be mad. With that, there was a healthy dose of arousal
threading his voice. Jillian knew he was under control to a point. Any man who
could withstand a blowjob and not come like he did had immense control. There
was something there that told her if she pushed him, they would both be
rewarded by her punishment.

She moved again, and he sighed. It was part act, because it
sounded like he was irritated, but she knew better. She knew that he wanted to
punish her, wanted to smack her. And, dammit, she wanted him to do that.

He pulled the crop from between her legs and then smacked
her ass. The sharp sound was loud in the silence of her house and arousing. The
smack sent ripples of heat gliding over her flesh. He did it again, and she
almost came. This was different than his hand. It was smaller and the pain a
little sharper. He moved to her other cheek and smacked it hard. Again and
again. Heat spread through her body, her pussy clenching with each smack. She
could feel herself dampening as he smacked her. He stopped and pressed his palm
against her hot skin.

"You are definitely made for spanking, Jillian."

She moaned when he continued to spread his hand over her ass
and smack her other cheek again. When he stopped, she felt as if her ass was on
fire. He was breathing heavily.

"You will learn that you will not be able to move, to
take your pleasure. If we had the time, I would give the punishment you
deserve."