Model Fantasy (6 page)

“Focus.”

Francine focused on her body as the paddle came down again. She had disobeyed him by having an orgasm without permission. Permission! He had been touching her, fucking her like his life depended on it, but it was
her
fault she had an orgasm? That didn’t make any sense at all. He was punishing her. Punishing her? By putting vibrating dildos in her to push her to orgasm? That didn’t sound…

A fourth smack was followed quickly by a fifth. The fifth didn’t land on an ass cheek but just above the butt plug. Her pussy tightened and she drew in a sharp breath. Both dildos had started to vibrate.

As if sensing the change, he continued spanking her near the dildos.

Francine pressed her forehead against the cool silk and tried to breathe normally. To regain control of her body. She did it all the time during shoots. She had excellent muscle control, which was necessary for holding the ridiculous poses photographers liked. No use. Her body didn’t listen as the spanking continued. Perspiration covered her body and moans escaped her tightly clenched jaw. The dildos were quivering like a bowstring after the arrow’s release. She thought she heard them humming. Her lungs struggling to fill as if her body was racing to the top of a cliff,.

She wasn’t sure just what did it, but all of a sudden she was soaring. With an exultant scream, she flung her head back and gave in to the fire that raced through her. And discovered just what happened to the dildos. As her muscles clamped down on them, they pulsed. And expanded.

With a groan, Francine felt her pussy quiver as another orgasm began building rapidly. The man spanked her again just between the dildos. Her body spasmed, jolted up and fell back on the bench. Her breathing was shallow. Holy shit! She’d just had two…

Another smack just on the end of the plug. The orgasm shot through her like a Roman candle on the Fourth of July. Behind the blindfold, she saw stars exploding.

“Oh, my God,” she whimpered, trembling from head to toe. “I can’t take anymore.”

“One more,” he reminded her.

Before she could brace herself, the paddle hit the dildo in her pussy. Every muscle in her body tightened, literally lifting her off the bench as far as possible given the restraints. Electricity spun through her core, pulsing as it held her in its grip, stringing her out until she collapsed, wondering if she’d be able to move again without assistance.

The paddle fell to the floor with a thud. His fingers threaded through her hair as his palms gripped her head between them. For a long moment, they stayed like that. The only sound was her panting.

“Open your mouth.”

Obediently, knowing she would do whatever he wanted after that experience, Francine parted her lips as wide as possible. Thick, with the vein pulsing against her tongue, his cock filled her mouth now. Eager to taste him, she explored him. Her tongue wrapped around the head, licked at the salty drops leaking from the narrow slit, and teased the nerves just below his hood. He groaned and she sucked her cheeks in.

Now focusing all her energy on the cock in her mouth, Francine was determined to make him feel what she had. She had no idea if men could have multiple orgasms, but she was going to get him as close as womanly possible! She could feel his fingers tangle and tighten in her hair. The salty seepage against her tongue grew and she leaned in. If she was his, then, by God, he was hers!

His body jerked as a roar seemed to be wrung from his throat. And his fluid poured down Francine’s throat. Eagerly she swallowed him, sucking him dry until with a groan, he pulled free of her. Panting, he knelt at her side and released her ankles. His hand caressed her trembling back muscles. He pulled the blindfold from her before freeing her wrists.

She gazed at the chiseled face of the man she’d given herself to. Not pretty-boy attractive, but rugged, with a slight bump in his nose as if it had been broken. Slight lines around his mouth and eyes told her that he was definitely over thirty, probably closer to forty. His jaw was square with a slight cleft to his chin. There was astonishment in the pale blue eyes.

“Dear God, woman, any man to let you go is a fool and should be committed,” came the whisper.

Exhaustion from jet-lag, the emotional turmoil over Kevin’s betrayal, and, most of all, the five orgasms she’d had swept over her. “You say the nicest things.”

****

She must have dozed, because the next thing she knew she was back on the silk sheets in a warm cocoon. A heartbeat thudded near her ear and she realized the warmth was him. She wasn’t bound, gagged, or blindfolded. She was simply held as if they were a normal couple who’d had sex and were recovering in the afterglow. He literally surrounded her. Francine felt completely protected, even as she felt his erection pressing against her thigh. Protected and desired. Could a woman ask for more? A memory came to mind and she giggled before she realized it.

“What’s so funny?” a deep voice rumbled at the top of her head.

“I was thinking that, all things being equal, this rejection worked out much better than the first time.”

“I’m flattered.” His arms tightened around her. “Although, I can’t see you being rejected once, much less twice. What happened the first time?”

“Oh, more than once. And I was devastated and heart-broken.” She sighed. “He was the love of my life. Eddie had sun-bleached blond hair and bright blue eyes. It was a magical summer. We watched the Fourth of July parade and fireworks together and pledged our undying love to each other. We even made our own vows. We promised to share all the smiles, all the tears, all the shouts and all the laughter,” she whispered, tears filling her eyes. “Knowing that one person, no matter what else, would always have our backs.”

“What happened?” he asked in a low, concerned voice. He rolled her onto her back so he could see her face. “What did he do to you?”

Her breath released in a huff. That first heartbreak had hurt so damn much!

“Katie Jenkins. She had braces and was already a teenager.” Francine scowled. “I hated her. She was in high school and I was just in eighth grade.”

“You mean…?”

“Yep,” she sighed. “I got dumped for an older woman.” She giggled at the shocked, perplexed look on his face. “Had you there, didn’t I?”

Rich warm laughter filled the air. He was handsome when he was serious, but when humor lit up his face, dear God, a woman would do anything for this man! She had known him maybe an hour and would probably crawl across the room for him. Her mind raced. Had that been a fantasy during her bar-side confessional? She hoped not. That would be a bit more demeaning than she could handle.

“Shit, you reeled me in good with that.” He grinned as his arms held her tight against his broad chest. “Is any of that true?”

“Every word.” She nodded, snuggling against him. “I was at that age when you’re so sure everything in life is absolutely perfect. Nothing can go wrong and no one can hurt you.”

“Eddie was a scumbag who didn’t deserve you,” he told her as his hands stroked her hair down her back. “I hope someone told you that.”

“My older sister. She was a senior in college and came home that weekend to make me feel better. Felicity’s the one who taught me that broken hearts can be fixed by a pint of Ben and Jerry’s and a pedicure. When you’re over twenty-one, it takes alcohol to really do it.”

“When did you learn that?”

“Yesterday,” she sighed. “I called her when I checked into the hotel. She’s in Ohio and told me to march myself to the bar, tell the bartender to give me no more than five drinks and then have someone get me back to my room.”

“You still managed to get into trouble.”

“I don’t know if I’d call it that,” she replied coyly. Her hand caressed the rippling muscles of his torso. God, the man must work out for hours. “I would call it every woman’s dream come true. A real man to take charge of life, of me, of every sexual need I have and those I didn’t know I had in the first place. A woman couldn’t ask for much more.”

“Neither could a man,” he agreed, his lips capturing hers.

Francine gasped as he leveraged his body over hers. For a brief moment, they lay there—his heavy body on hers, hips meeting hips. His cock throbbing against her stomach. And she reveled in it. Yes, she could barely breathe and, if he stayed like that too long, he would probably crush her, but all she could feel was the maleness of him. Strength oozed from him. Not just physically, but she could see it in his eyes. This was a man who knew who he was. He was confident of what he was doing in life, his career, and with her.

Her hands stroked the hard planes of his back and cupped the firm ass. She squeezed gently and trailed a finger along the tight crack between his buttocks. He moaned slightly and nibbled on her ear.

“Woman, you are begging to get fucked again, aren’t you?”

“Please,” she whispered.

“Say it. Tell me what you want.”

She didn’t know where the words came from. Maybe it was the pent-up needs Kevin had never seemed to fulfill. Maybe it was the emptiness she’d felt whenever she’d listened to other women talk about how satisfying their sex lives were. Or maybe, she considered, it was just the fact that this was all a fantasy and she could let loose and not worry about anything. He didn’t seem like someone who would brag to his friends about what he had done with Francine Lincoln.

“Fuck me, master. Hard and fast as if our lives depended on it. Fuck me as if nothing else matters.”

The man above her growled softly. One hand left her and went unerringly to the still open nightstand drawer. Raising the square packet, he ripped it open with his teeth. Smiling, she took the condom packet from his mouth. Holding her gaze, he raised his hips. Fingers trembling, she smoothed the condom down the hard length of his cock. When she finished, she looked at his face. Barely restrained hunger burned in his eyes and she sensed he was waiting for her to let him know she was ready. Spreading her legs for him, she inhaled a ragged breath. Like a heat-seeking missile, his cock found her pussy. In one stroke, he buried himself in her wet heat.

“Yes!” she exulted, wrapping her legs around his. “Take me. Fuck me. Please!”

“This once, I’ll let you get away with giving me orders,” he told her.

She grinned up at him. “Or you could spank me again for being a bad girl.”

“A very bad girl,” he agreed, seeking the soft hollow at the base of her neck.

Chapter Four

Grant found himself in unchartered territory. Despite all his training and knowledge as a Dominant, he was throwing it out the window. With Francine, he wanted to go back to basics. Missionary position, his cock inside her, her pussy hot around him, her moans and whimpers soft in his ear. Despite all the equipment in the next room—the restraints and toys he’d assembled—all he could think about was taking her in the most rudimentary, caveman-like way. Man sees woman he wants, he grabs her, pulls her to him and fucks her.

It certainly seemed enough for Francine. Her hands stroked his back as he lay on top of her. When he’d thrust into her pussy, her fingers clutched at him, nails scraping his shoulders. The urgency of her grabbing at him, the shallowness of her breath, the whimpers that escaped her mouth—all pushed him further until all he could think about was losing himself in her.

Hard. Fast. Take her. Fuck her. Leave his mark on her.

He was a man possessed. He wanted it to last forever, yet wanted to spill himself inside her as fast as possible.

She was clawing at his back, her cries louder and more breathless in her need. Her pussy was so slick, his dick slid inside her easily despite the tightness. Stroking harder, he lost himself in the rhythm. Suddenly, she arched up under him. Her pussy walls gripped him tight as a vise and pulled him with her. With a last thrust, he threw his head back and roared. He felt his entire body pulse as his semen filled the condom.