Lynda's Lace (13 page)

“Do you understand me, slave?”

Her mouth dropped open. She was beginning to think she did understand. And that she liked it.
A lot
. “Um, yes. Master,” she added for good measure.

“Show me what’s under your coat,” he demanded, his voice still much rougher than usual.

She hurriedly untied the sash, spreading the coat open to reveal the yellow negligee underneath—and could have sworn he had to bite back a grin when he saw it.

Only as he stepped inside did she notice the large black shopping bag he toted. She considered asking what was inside, but then decided she’d rather be surprised. She gave her lower lip a sensual little bite, realizing she was going to have a better night than she’d even hoped for.

“Take it off,” he told her, pulling at the coat’s sleeve. “The panties, too. I want to see your pussy, and it better be smooth.”

The commanding tone to his voice already had her
cunt
practically dripping. “It is, master. I shaved it especially for you.”

“Hurry up,” he snapped, and she obeyed, anxious to do exactly what he demanded of her. She dropped the coat to the floor, then pushed down the yellow lace panties while he watched, stepping free of them.

He eyed her bare slit intently, making her even wetter, then stepped up close to pin her against the wall. His middle finger sank deep into her folds, making her whole body flinch at the impact, as he said, “I’m
gonna
fuck you so damn hard.”

She quivered with excitement at the threat, but decided to play the damsel in distress. “I’m afraid, master. I’m afraid of your big, hard cock.”

“You’d
better
be afraid, slave. I’m
gonna
ram my rod into you so deep,” he said through clenched teeth, his face close to hers, “that you’ll beg for mercy.”

Mmm
, she couldn’t wait.

“But first, you’re
gonna
suck my cock.”

Oh, yummy!
But she only said, “Please don’t make me, master. It’s so thick and long and scary.”

“You’ll suck it if I say you suck it, slave!”

Oooh
—she loved him like this! He had every nerve-ending in her body standing on end, her breasts achy and her mouth ready.

Next, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the sofa, lowering his bag there. Then he sat down, shoving her to her knees on the floor, between his legs. “Release my cock,” he commanded.

Entranced by him now, Lynda thoroughly enjoyed unzipping those sexy leather pants—and he’d left off underwear, so his erection burst free. Both of them shuddered softly at the sight.

“Now suck it,” he said, and Lynda forgot to act scared—instead licking her lips.

She went down on him, taking him deep, pleased when his fingers threaded immediately through her hair, urging her just a little farther. She took another inch, loving how very full her mouth felt and that he was making her do it.

“Yeah, slave, suck it hard,” he said, softer but still commanding, and she worked hard to pleasure him, so thrilled to have her man back, and in leather, too!

She closed her eyes, sank into the joy of sucking him, and thought she couldn’t be any happier—until something snapped against her bare ass.

Stunned, she released him from her lips and looked up to see a lovely black leather flogger in his hand, much like one she already owned. “Oh my,” she purred in naughty delight. She wouldn’t have believed he had it in him—but thank God he did!

“Did I say you could stop, slave?”

“No, master, I’m sorry,” she said merrily, then lowered her lips back over his long, lovely tool, and flinched with pleasure when the strips of leather bit into her flesh once more. The sensation spread all through her nether regions and down her thighs, and by the time she recovered from it completely, he used it on her again, harder this time—
delightfully
harder. She flinched again and sucked with more enthusiasm.

“Enough,” he said. “Stop!”

She yanked her head up, letting his erection fall wet against his belly where his t-shirt had ridden up. She watched, still on her knees, as he rid himself of the jacket and shirt, and she thought he looked like the perfect Adonis in nothing but those open black pants and black boots.

“You are perfect, master,” she told him.

Their gazes met, filled with heat and mutual appreciation. “So are you,” he whispered, sounding more like his usual self, and she felt the compliment more than any he’d ever given her. She was perfect. Even after the difficulties and misunderstandings they’d just come through, and the mistakes she’d made—he still thought she was perfect.

She wondered if maybe the naughty game was over, but then he said, “Stand up and walk to the window.”

The wide, multi-paned glass overlooked St. Peter Street and was lined by an old radiator that had long ago quit working. Her heels clicked across the floor until she stopped and peered out on the dusky night.

The next thing she knew, Jordan was hooking a handcuff around one of her wrists! And not the wimpy furry kind, either, but a hard circle of cold steel that would bite deliciously into her skin.

“Oh, you bad, bad man, you,” she said, but knew she sounded more excited than frightened. Keeping her facing the window, Jordan slipped the other cuff through part of the radiator, then snapped it around Lynda’s free wrist.

“Now,” he said, leaning close so that his hot cock pressed into the crack of her ass and his voice came low in her ear, “I’m going to fuck your hungry little pussy until you scream.”

Another shudder of anticipation snaked through her as she arched her ass toward him, bracing her hands on the radiator.

His hands pressed to her bare hips, under the chiffon
nightie
, and he slammed all nine inches of his hard shaft into her. She cried out at the rough intrusion—loving how
taken
she felt. “Oh, master!” she sobbed.

“Your pussy’s so tight,” he murmured.

“With
that
monster cock in it, of course it is!”

This time he didn’t manage to hold in his chuckle, but it faded quickly as he said, “You better hold on tight, baby, because I’m about to fuck your brains out.”

And then he pounded into her—hard, hard, hard—brutal and relentless strokes that had her sobbing and then screaming at each as they ripped through her with the rough pleasure she craved. Her whole body felt fucked—each stroke sent sensation blaring out from her
cunt
through her ass, her legs, her arms. He didn’t stop, plunging deeper and deeper, ramming his powerful cock in without ever breaking his harsh rhythm, until Lynda went weak, wondering how much more she could take.

She screamed, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” but soon couldn’t even form words. She gripped the radiator tight, felt the pleasant slice of the cuffs into her wrists as her body was jostled so delightfully hard, and thought—finally,
finally
, her man was giving her the hot, dirty fucking she relished.

And just when she was sure neither of them could go on much longer, Jordan anchored one arm around her waist and used his other hand to rub her pussy in front. “Oh, oh yes!” she whimpered, growing even weaker from his powerful strokes, but still they came, propelling her clit against his big fingers in just the right way—and it took only a few amazing seconds before she was screaming out her orgasm. “Oh God, baby, oh God! I love you, Jordan! I love you so much!”

“Oh fuck, here I come, too,” he breathed in her ear, and finished in three long, rough strokes that nearly lifted her from the ground.

* * * * *

Five minutes later, they lay nuzzling on the sofa naked, kissing, touching, smiling at each other. “Forgive me for being an ass?” he asked.

She grinned. “If this is how you make up, you can be an ass every day.”

He laughed, then promised her, “This isn’t just making up, precious. This is how things are going to be from now on.”

“You’re the master and I’m the slave?”

He shrugged. “Or the other way around, if you like. I’m new at this, so you may have to give me a little guidance along the way. But I plan to do
lots
of kinky things with you.” He motioned vaguely toward the shopping bag that had gotten shoved onto the floor.

And only then did it dawn on her that it was an awfully big bag for just a flogger and a pair of handcuffs. Leaning over, she pulled at one edge of the paper and glanced down inside to see a lovely array of dildos, anal beads, a blindfold, and more.

When she looked back to her lover, slightly astonished at his thoroughness, he said, “Those are for later,” with a wink.

“I can’t wait, baby,” she purred, nuzzling against him. Then she lifted her head, gazed into his eyes, and said, “Thank you.”

“For?”

“Your willingness to please me.”

A slow smile spread across his face. “
You’ve
been very willing to please
me
, precious. And pleasing
you
pleases
me
, too. In fact, I’m starting to get into this.”

“
Mmm
, good.”

“One thing, though. Any chance I could try keeping you satisfied without company? You know I loved watching you fool around with Ginger, but…I think I can give you what you need all on my own if you’ll let me try.”

A reasonable request, she thought. And since she’d discovered, surprisingly, that she was a little jealous of Ginger when the three of them had been together, she said, “I think you can, too. So do your damnedest.”

They laughed lightly, but then Jordan turned suddenly serious. “Would it be a weird time for me to propose to you?”

Lynda’s back went rigid and she blinked. Had she heard him right? Was it possible? Her perfect, debonair man, who also now wanted to play kinky sex games with her, wanted to marry her? It seemed too amazing to be true! “Um—no. Now would be a
perfect
time for you to do that.”

With that, he zipped his pants, got up, and dropped to one knee. He reached in the pocket of his leather jacket, which had gotten discarded on one arm of the sofa, and drew out a small
gray
velvet box. “About some things,” he said, “afraid I’m still traditional.”

“That’s okay,” she said quickly, biting her lower lip. She hadn’t realized it until this moment, but maybe she was, too.

He opened the box to reveal a gorgeous sapphire ring, marquis cut, surrounding by tiny diamonds. “My grandmother’s,” he said. “If you like it, it’s your engagement ring.”

She smiled into his eyes. He knew she loved antique
jewelry
, and she couldn’t imagine anything more ideal to bond them together. “I’m so
honored
, Jordan. It’s beautiful.”

He slipped the ring on her finger and said, “Will you marry me, precious?”

“Oh, honey, will I ever!” she replied, making them both laugh.

They shared a long, slow kiss, but when it was done, Jordan said, “Now I’m finished being traditional. Let’s get back to these sex toys.”

“
Mmm
, sounds good,” she said. And with a glance toward the window and the French Quarter beyond, Lynda thought to herself,
The Sex Queen of New Orleans rides again
. And she was more than ready to charge full speed ahead with her perfect, forever lover.

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