French Kiss (Decadence Nights Book 2) (15 page)

After slipping the key card into its slot, he surveyed his suite before entering, flipping on the lights and scanning the room with expert eyes. Everything seemed in place, not that he’d expected otherwise, but it was a habit after twenty years in the field. Arturo held the door open, an arm extended toward her, which moved to her lower back as she swept by. The evening had been enjoyable so far, a wonderful meal, charming company, the same spark of attraction outside the club as in, although their interactions were much more, considering the setting, and now, for the
pièce de résistance
. The only factor marring their time together, and only for him, was the knowledge that as she gazed at him across the table, building trust as they shared smiles and laughter, touches and soft kisses, as well as conversation of a personal nature while getting to know each other better, men he’d hired were combing through her home looking for evidence that might prove her guilt and installing surveillance systems.

The door locks engaging with a solid click behind him snapped him abruptly out of his troubled thoughts. He glanced around for Mari, finding her before the floor to ceiling windows staring out at the panoramic view of downtown Houston. Removing his coat, he tossed it over the back of a chair and crossed the room to join her.

As he moved in close, his hands slid up her bare arms from behind, enjoying the feel of her skin, soft as the finest silk. He dipped his head drawing in her seductive scent. Lightly floral, it reminded him of orchids, but was subtle and fresh smelling. With his chin, he moved her hair aside and ran his nose along the delicate line of her neck up to the soft spot behind her ear. She angled her head to the side, a silent sign of approval and her willingness to go further, which prompted him to kiss the soft shell of her ear before tugging on the lobe lightly with his teeth.

As his mouth continued its exploration of her delectable skin, his fingers found the zipper at the back of her neck and eased it down. The emerald sheath she’d chosen was lovely, figure flattering, it was also sophisticated and flirty, but not overtly sexual, which he preferred. But it definitely had to go. He was ready for her, hard and aching after watching her for the past few hours, with the little cap sleeves and straight neckline showing enough skin to be alluring, as was the hint of cleavage and glimpses of the tops of her breasts when she moved, which had been teasing him all night.

Once the long zipper reached its end at the top curve of her ass, he separated the fabric and turned her, pressing her back against the glass as he slipped the material down her front. Inch by inch he revealed her seductive beauty, the plumped up fullness of her breasts in a strapless bra and her flat belly above the matching panties, also emerald green, which was the perfect color to accentuate her creamy skin and dark auburn hair. Her alluring body was enough to set his libido aflame, but the sultry look in her spectacular eyes, which had begun to smolder with untapped passion could quickly make him come undone.

He pushed the bunched up fabric over her hips and let it drop to the floor as he took her lips, his tongue dipping inside tasting lemon, wine and Mari, an incredible, heady combination. As they kissed, her hands slid up his neck and the next moment, unsurprisingly, the tie in back was gone and her fingers threaded through his hair. Like a magnet, it drew her touch and he vowed to keep it long since she enjoyed it so much.

While they kissed and she played, he tugged down the cups of her bra and his hands molded around her spectacular breasts. The hard points of her nipples were too tempting to resist giving them a firm pinch and roll, which he knew she loved and would make her wet and ready for him, if she wasn’t already. His fingers found the clasp and stripped the lace band away, wanting nothing between him and her skin. He released her lips to kiss his way down to the full mounds. As he knelt before her, they were almost level with his mouth, her rubbery knees aiding in the slight height difference as she slumped against the glass, bringing them in direct line with his hungry lips. He latched onto one as his hands moved lower and tugged the little scrap of panties down her legs, uncovering the other treasure he sought.

He could smell her arousal.

Greedy for a taste, he left her breast and trailed a line of wet kisses down her trembling abdomen. He parted her thighs and wedged his shoulders between them, lifting her legs up and over until they draped down his back. Spread wide for him, he took in the glistening pink of her cunt for a second before his hands cupped her ass and lifted her against the window pane. Without further hesitation, he dove into her fragrant heat, stroking in and along the entire length of her slit with his eager tongue.

As sweet as honey dripping from a comb, her flavor was intoxicating and he buried his face in her dewy softness, devouring her like a starving man. Around him, her body quivered and her fingers flexed almost painfully in his hair as she held him to her.

“Arturo,” she breathed, the throaty sound of his name, a siren’s song to his ears.

He spent several more moments laving and sucking her slickness, finding and teasing her clit with both tongue and teeth, until her cries became more urgent and rose in volume. Not wanting to end the festivities quite so quickly, he gave her another thorough slow lick before he pulled away. Her frustrated whimpers telling him it was just in time.

Removing her grip from his hair, he pressed her hands to the glass beside her hips. Holding her pinioned, he leaned back and surveyed her seductive beauty—from the wide spread heat of her fluid cunt, to her full quivering breasts with their hard pink tips, to her parted lips, red like the wine they’d consumed at dinner, and swollen from where she’d been biting back her cries of passion, to her half lidded blue eyes that looked down at him, needy and so trusting.

The nagging stab of guilt resurfaced, but he deliberately tamped it down, convinced they would prove her innocence and that in turn, he could earn her forgiveness after revealing who and what he was. He stood and lifted her in his arms, feeling a pang of regret in his chest as she buried her face in his neck, her arms clinging to him as he carried her to the bedroom. As he spread her out on his bed, and followed her down, he hoped against all hope that he would be proved right, and that the exoneration he expected to be forthcoming for both of them would include a renewal of the trust that was bound to be broken before she came back to him.

* * *

Drugged from his kisses and his skillful hands on her body, the question he posed as his weight pressed her into the soft mattress had her worrying her lips in indecision.

“Straight sex or kink? I leave the choice up to you so long as I have you, soon.”

She was ready, now. Primed enough by his tongue on her pussy that with one hard thrust he could have her screaming in climax. But she’d blown two scenes and she wanted to make it up to him.

“Kinky, sir. And I promise I won’t wimp out on you again.”

“Calling a safeword is not wimping out, Mari. I expect you to use it each and every time you need it. I don’t want you stoically enduring because you think it will please me. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” His mouth came down hard upon hers and she almost regretted her choice as her pussy clenched hungrily, yearning to be filled by him now. Then he moved away, and she called herself a fool. Arturo could probably go more than once. She could have had the best of both worlds, an appetizer with a vanilla orgasm, then long leisurely play as her entrée. Too late, he reached across her to his nightstand and a moment later returned with cuffs. It appeared kink had already been on the menu for this evening.

Mari tried and failed to fight a frown of disappointment, wondering who had been buckled into those restraints before her.

“No one has been to my suite before you. I put these here earlier, in the event you chose to come here tonight.”

“How did you know what I was thinking?”

“Your furrowed brow and pretty pout said it all,
ma petite
.”

Purposefully smoothing her features, and clearly failing as noted by his soft laugh, she gave him a disgruntled look. “And if I’d chosen my house or the back of my shop?”

He grinned. “The latter must definitely be explored, but in either case, my club bag is in my trunk.”

Her brows shot up, before a gentle laugh floated up from her throat, not at all surprised that he was so well prepared. “I don’t suppose you were an eagle scout as a boy growing up in France?”

“No merit badges in my history, sorry. I learned my preparedness skills serving a rotation in the Royal Navy where I also became quite proficient with knots.” He took her cuffed wrists and linked them, then raised them over her head and tied them with the rope that was already affixed to the headboard. When he was done, he sat back on his heels. “A perfectly executed mooring hitch.” He captured her chin in his hand, rubbing his thumb across her lower lip lightly. “It will keep you where I put you, but with a single tug I can have you free if I want, or need to.”

“Mmm, you would have made an excellent eagle scout, sir. And I imagine you would have looked cute in your short pants and neckerchief. A pity.”

“Is that sass I hear?” He reached back in the drawer. “Because I also stashed a few other things I thought might be needed to curtail the naughty streak I’m beginning to get glimpses of.”

He then produced a ball gag, a short flogger with very few falls, and another made of a bunch of loops. “I chose all of these with the neighbors in mind. We wouldn’t want our play interrupted by the police.” He met her eyes. “You are familiar,
non
?”

She shook her head. “No, sir, I’m not.”

“Mmm, then let me educate you.” He held up the gag. “This you’ve seen, surely.”

“I was referring to the floggers. I’ve never…”

“I’m surprised. I heard the loopy Johnny was quite popular in the States.” He shrugged. “These loops are made of rubber which will sting a lot, but it’s quiet, very suitable for hotel play, I’m told.”

He took up the short flogger with the twelve-inch-long red lashes next. “This is a martinet, which dates back to Louis XIV times and a rather stern general who was known as a strict disciplinarian. Maybe I’m the sentimental sort because of the history, but it is my favorite flogger by far. This is also on the more severe end of the spectrum because the falls are square, not the flat strips you’re probably more used to. This gives it a stronger bite that I know you will enjoy. Either way, you’ll become accustomed to its sting, since I’m partial to it, unless the Johnny shows me its superiority.”

She swallowed as he lightly brushed the tails of the martinet across her breasts and down her belly. With his free hand, he separated her thighs exposing the moisture that had gathered there. She could feel the cool waft of the air conditioning teasing her wet skin. Softly, he slapped the tips in a teasing caress against her pussy lips.

“I can see you like the toys I’ve chosen,
chérie
. I’ll probably enjoy these even more than you, but don’t fret, I selected something special just for you.” Again, he returned to the drawer and pulled out a vibrator, or so she thought at first, but on second glance, she wasn’t so sure.

“This little gem was recommended by one of the mistresses at the club. Called the triple threat, as you can see it has a vibe for your clit and both holes. Mistress Lorraine says it far outperforms the rabbit and if you don’t come screaming at least four times consecutively, I should demand a replacement because mine is obviously defective.”

“Four,” she breathed, her eyes wide.

“Yes, four,” he repeated with a grin, “and that doesn’t include the others that I will induce unassisted.” Her eyes shot to the purple, three-pronged toy as he switched it on, fixating on the long phallic shaped piece in the center that began to gyrate in concentric circles. Another click and the petals in front began fluttering fast just like the clit stimulator on the rabbit she had at home. Neither was unusual, or threatening as the name implied until she considered the third vibe. It was longer than the petals, but not quite as lengthy or thick as the center prong, and it was ribbed, resembling anal beads. All three inside her at once, pulsating and whirling away would shoot her straight to the stratosphere, and knowing sadists as she did, he would undoubtedly forbid her from coming, which would be nigh on impossible. Holy mercy!

She didn’t have much time to dwell on it, because he switched them all off, the demonstration apparently over. It was time for her torment to begin as he nudged her thighs wider with his knees and lowered the ominous looking toy to her pussy. It slid right in, an easy task as sopping wet as she was. The rear vibe slid in easily too, needing no more lubricant than had already trickled down from her pussy. As the entire thing settled into place, the clit vibrator lining up perfectly as he spread her lips with his fingers, the other two probes filled her, abrading her already sensitive tissues. Then the thing came to life, and damn him, he didn’t start out a low speed, or even medium, he set it to supersonic and her arousal went for zero to sixty all at once.

“Oh my god!” she cried, her hips arching to get away from the stimuli, while seeking more of it at the same time.

“That’s what I thought you’d say,” he said with a chuckle. “No coming ‘til I say so,” he added as if on cue.