Dreamer (23 page)

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.” The sudden release of his hand in her hair sent
a rush of pain through her body that met the ache of her pussy and turned to
something different. A sharp pleasure rebounded through her until she had to
lace her arms around his shoulders to keep standing.

“Do you trust me to take care of you?” His energy brushed
against hers, and she ran her hands over the hard muscles of his shoulders.

“Yes, sir.”

A wave of his satisfaction rolled through her and gave her
the courage to look at him. Handsome as ever, the seriousness of his expression
reinforced the reality of what she was committing herself to.

“Do you trust me to bring you pleasure? To push your
boundaries as I see fit?”

Forbidden fantasies flipped through her mind in a rapid
series of pictures. These were the imaginings that used to put her over the
edge when she masturbated, frustrated at her inability to find the kind of
satisfaction she craved in her relationships. Instead of the ever-changing
faceless Master, it was Devon's teal eyes that burned into hers, Devon's strong
hands that bound her body and tormented her into screaming climaxes. “Yes,
sir.”

“Do you trust me not to abuse you or betray
your
trust?”

That question brought her up short. Lowering her gaze, she
tried to think of the right answer. The truth was that she didn't trust him not
to betray her trust, not completely. As much as she wanted to, as much as she
loved the idea of having complete trust in someone, her heart wasn't ready to
make that kind of leap yet. Studying the way the tight shirt stretched over his
chest, she debated if she should tell him what he probably wanted to hear...even
if it wasn't the truth.

Tilting her head gently up by the chin, he forced her to
look into his eyes. “No, not quite yet.” The lack of accusation and anger in
his gaze and his energy surprised her. He must have felt her reaction because
the small lines around his eyes deepened with a suppressed smile.

“You're not mad?” she asked and focused on his energy. His
face might be hard to read, but he wasn't making any attempt to hide his
feelings from her. If anything, his shields were more wide-open than they ever
had been before.

“No. I haven't earned your full trust yet, and that's okay.”
He scooped her up into his arms. “We'll work on that. Starting right now.”

His grin took on a predatory nature as they passed through
the doorway into her bedroom. With the blackout curtains shut, it was almost
pitch-dark. Just the faintest blue glow from her alarm clock illuminated a
portion of the clean, white bedspread. Cooler than the rest of the loft, she
immediately relaxed into Devon's embrace as the comfort of her bedroom soothed
her.

Using his foot to close the door behind him, Devon tossed
her onto the bed, and she laughed as she bounced on the king-sized mattress.
The outline of his form was visible in cerulean blue light. What little she
could see cut off her laughter and brought out her breath in a soft rush. She
could live to be a thousand years old and never tire of looking at him.

Moving slowly, he pulled his black shirt over his head, the
ridges and planes of his heavily muscled torso casting fascinating shadows. The
muscles on his back flexed as he took off his shoes and socks. Her pussy
clenched at the sight, and she longed to explore every inch of his stomach with
her tongue. Especially those delicious nipple rings that gleamed on his chest.
Someday she would have to make him a custom pair. The thought of her jewelry
adorning his body sent a fierce wave of pride through her. By the grace of the
gods, he was hers.

Clad only in his jeans, he moved over to her side of the bed
and leaned in, pressing her onto her back with his weight. “You know”—his
nimble fingers unbuttoned her flannel in an unhurried pace—”I really do love
your bed.” Brushing aside the fabric, he roughly jerked down her bra in a stark
contrast to his earlier gentle movements. “It's soft.” He placed a kiss in the
valley between her breasts. “Inviting.” Another soft kiss on the underside of
her breast. Her nipples grew painfully tight, and she squirmed beneath him.
“And oh-so silky.”

“Glad you like it, sir.” She panted as the wet line of his
tongue circled her nipple. That little touch had her hands pulling on his
shoulders, urging him onward.

Pausing over her tight nub, he gave it a quick lick that
raised her frustration and desire at the same time. “But what I really like is
the way you decorated it.”

What was wrong with this man? Couldn't he see how much she
needed him? Couldn't he feel how badly she wanted his cock inside of her,
filling her until she thought she would break? Wrapping her legs around his
waist, she ground her pussy against the front of his jeans, gasping when the
button on the front raked right over her clit.

His cock twitched, and he held her arms above her head. “You
are entirely too tempting. I want to sink my dick into you until I don't know
where you end and I begin.” Her eager moan of approval at the notion made him
laugh. “But this is the main reason I like your bed.”

“Wha—” Before she could even finish the word, he had her
hands secured with the soft, glittering scarves she had wound through the
decorative scrolls to the wrought iron frame of her bed. “Hey!”

Sitting back on his heels, he pressed a finger to his lips
and shook his head. “So mouthy.”

With another inhumanly quick movement, he’d tied a scarf
around her mouth, gagging her. She tensed, and an unwelcome edge of fear
slightly cooled her desire. If he couldn't hear her, how would he know if it
was too much?

Stroking his fingers down her cheeks, tracing over the
exposed bow of her upper lip, he said, “If you need to use your safe word, snap
your fingers twice. Can you do that?”

She snapped her fingers once, and that predatory gleam crept
back into his expression again. Even as his focus on her deepened, she noticed
that he became more relaxed. Some unseen tension left his shoulders. “I'll be
right back.”

Making protesting noises behind her gag, she closed her eyes
against the sudden glare of the living room lights and watched the dark outline
of his body. He returned carrying a small black tote bag. Blind again after he
shut the door, she had to use her hearing to try and figure out what he was
doing. Without any warning, his big hands jerked her pants down her legs in a
violent motion and left her naked except for the flannel that framed her body.
Her pale skin gleamed in the light, and his hand moved like a living shadow
down the rounded curve of her belly and stroked along the hollow of her hip.

“I love it when you're hot and needy for me,” he murmured
and ran his hands up to cup her breasts. “And I love it when these little
nipples are swollen and aching.”

With that, his lips closed around her left breast, and he
drew her pebbled tip into his mouth with a powerful suck that tore a low moan
from deep in her body. Each punishing suck had her lifting her hips in time
with his movements, her swollen pussy too sensitive even for the press of her
thighs. Gods, he could work her like no man ever could.

Switching to the other breast, he toyed with the first in
painful pulls and pinches. Now he added teeth and carefully nibbled at her
until she thought she would lose her mind. Pulling back, he slid off his jeans
and sat back on his heels. Looking down her body at him, he sat framed by her
very swollen and distended nipples, his cock thick and hard. She parted her
thighs farther and lifted herself to him in offering. Anything to soothe the
ache.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He scratched his nails along her
inner thigh and gave her hip a sharp slap when she tried to direct his touch to
her wet entrance. “But we haven't really seen that pretty asshole, have we?”

She made a startled shriek when he pushed her legs back to
her chest. Working quickly, he gave her more length with the scarves and placed
her hands on the backs of her legs behind her knees. “Hold yourself open for
me. Do not let go.” The menacing growl in his words had her nodding even as
embarrassment mixed with her desire. So exposed, so open, he could
see...everything.

Digging through the little bag, he pulled something out, and
she jerked as cold lube hit her asshole. Oh no, he couldn't! He was far too
big. He would hurt her, really hurt her if he tried to put himself in there.
Trembling, she was about to snap her fingers when he pressed the tip of his
finger into her bottom. “So tight...you don't play back here much, do you?”

She frantically shook her head and tried to talk through the
gag. With gentle strokes, he circled her anus, awakening the nerves and adding
a new ache to her already over sensitized body. “We'll take it easy for now.
But some day, Kitten, you will have my cock stuffed in your ass, and you will
fucking love it.”

The rough carnality of his words made her pussy clench, and
he smiled even as she shook her head “no”. “Don't let your mind try to tell me
what your body wants.” Using one hand to gently stroke up and down her labia,
he slid the tip of his thick finger into her bottom. It burned, and she
whimpered as he pushed deeper. Leaning forward, he gave her pussy a long lick,
from bottom to top, that felt so good. The burn began to fade, replaced and
mixed with the pleasure of his mouth licking and nipping at her swollen flesh.

Gripping her legs so tightly her hands began to ache, she
bit into the gag and closed her eyes. The center of her world became his tongue
tracing circles around her clit, his finger moving inside of her. When that
finger withdrew, she protested, and he gave her clit a gentle nip that almost
made her climax.

Another squishy sound and more lube on her anus. Now the
nerves were fully awake, and the eroticism of the cool liquid being smoothed
onto her by his rough fingers had her straining against him. Instead of a
finger, a small and cold something slid deep into her bottom.

Her eyes flashed open in shock as that thing began to
vibrate. Protesting behind the gag, she almost let go of her legs when Devon
slapped her ass. “Be still...and do not come.”

Sweat broke out over her skin, and it became increasingly
hard to hold her legs up. That little thing in her bottom buzzed faster, and
the vibrations seemed to travel through her ass and straight to her clit. It
was almost as though that swollen nub was being massaged from the inside. It
felt so fucking good.

Arching and moaning, she tried to fight back the orgasm.
Devon toyed with the settings of the vibrator, going through different
strengths and patterns. While he was doing this, he would alternate between
tormenting her pussy and her nipples until she was one huge ball of need.

“Ahh, Kitten, you've been such a good girl.” He left the
vibrator running on low and pulled her hips up, holding them in his rough
hands. “Would you like to come?”

Her pleading and nods made him smile with such cruelty that
she shivered. “Not yet.” He quickly sheathed himself in a condom, and she
shuddered in anticipation. She had only a moment to register the feeling of his
cock against her sopping wet entrance before he began to shove it into her
body. Halfway in, he stopped and breathed out. “You're so hot and tight.
Perfect. Mine.”

The warmth of his aura stroked against her, and she realized
he'd been holding back. His desire slammed into her like a fist, and she
trembled on the brink of orgasm. Even as his body filled her, his spirit
stroked against hers. Everything began to merge into one overwhelming
sensation. His cock pounding into her, the vibrator humming in her ass, and his
need shattering her.

Moving deeper now, he jerked her legs out of her hands, and
the sudden release of that pressure sent a new and different pleasure through
her body as the cramped muscles of her thighs contracted. Grunting, he pounded
into her so hard the bed frame shook, and she loved every minute of it. The
sensations rapidly built to the point of being too much, and she did everything
she could to keep from coming. His cock swelled inside of her, and he began to
stroke against her G-spot.

“Oh, Kitten...come for me. Let me feel that pussy milk me.”

Hovering on the edge, his next stroke detonated an orgasm in
her that made the world turn white. Screaming beneath him, she strained against
her bindings as her whole body contracted and released with the power of her
orgasm. Twitching beneath him, she moaned as he reached between them and pulled
the vibrator from her bottom. That set off another small orgasm, and he groaned
against the side of her neck.

He was almost there as well, and when he ground his hips
into hers with a roar, she caught the edge of his release through his aura and
screamed again. His orgasm was different than hers, more of a rush, like a
boulder rolling downhill, than waves of pleasure. The two merged until she
couldn't separate her pleasure from his. Wrapped in his essence as he was
wrapped in her body, they lay still joined as their bodies occasionally
shuddered with the aftermath of their orgasms.

He moved away from her and untied her arms, massaging her
shoulders and gently working joints. Next came the gag and she tried to make
her jaw work. The bed dipped, and he went to the bathroom, returning with a hot
washcloth and a glass of water. Helping her sit up, she took a long and slow
drink, completely relaxed. Safety and security like she had never known
embraced her, and she made no protest when he gently rolled her over onto her
stomach.