Model Fantasy (7 page)

Deep chest heaving, he looked down at her. Oh, yeah, he thought with satisfaction. Was there anything better than totally possessing a woman and seeing that look on her face? Total satisfaction. Total exhaustion. Blue-green eyes opened and she smiled up at him. Pure repletion as she reached up and touched his cheek.

“Oh, wow.” She sighed. “I don’t think I can think.”

Lowering his head, he brushed a kiss across her lips.

“I don’t think you need to right now,” he replied, tasting the saltiness of her perspiration on her forehead. “How do you feel?”

“I’m floating,” she managed to say. “I didn’t think levitation was possible, but you proved that theory wrong.”

He nuzzled her neck. A musky scent mixed with roses. The aroma reminded him of the image he’d had when he first saw her. “You remember the ad campaign you did a few years ago? You were covered with roses.”

“Yeah, my first big contract.” She nodded. “It was for a perfume.”

“Really?” He shook his head. “All I know is that I saw it and all I could think of was what it would be like to have your body any and every way imaginable.”

“Really?” She peered up at him. “And now that you have?” She ran her hands over his chest to his shoulders. “I hope I haven’t disappointed you.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that, sweetheart,” he replied as the corner of his mouth quirked up. “I can’t keep my hands off you or my cock out of you.”

The warmth in his eyes meant as much as the words of approval. Words she’d never heard from Kevin. Or anyone else, for that matter.

“Was there more to what you imagined?” She smiled and wriggled her hips slightly.

“Oh, yeah.” He smiled down at her. “Lots more.”

“Like what? What’s in store for the rest of the time we’re together?”

“You’ve probably figured that I’m into Domination and submission. With a touch of bondage and discipline.”

“Yeah.” She nodded, smiling slightly. “That I figured out pretty quick. I’m not sure I could deal with much more hitting or anything though. I can’t have marks on my body. I have a photo shoot Monday and a commercial shoot on Tuesday.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” He shook his head. “Not too much. Although, I would love to try out a few things with you.”

“Like what?” She frowned, wondering what else he would do.

“Like tying you to a St. Andrew’s cross and teasing you until you came.”

“You mentioned that during the phone call. What is a St. Andrew’s cross?”

“Basically a large X. The submissive is secured and the Dom, that’s me,” he reminded her with a faint smile, “does what he or she likes to the sub. Within agreed upon limits.”

“Wait a second.” She blinked. Had she heard him right? “Women do that? To other women? Or to men?” She stared at him in stunned confusion.

“Both,” he replied easily. “But I don’t plan on sharing you with anyone, so don’t worry about that. You didn’t think about that, did you? About me having another man or woman with us.”

“No,” she whispered.

“I was tempted, but decided against it. I’ll be hard-pressed to get this top ten
solo
wish list completed, much less add another man or woman to the mix.” She just looked at him. “Back to the topic. A St. Andrew’s cross is often used to secure the sub for punishment. Much like the spanking bench. A sub can either face the cross, leaving the back exposed, or have their back to the center of the cross. Depends on what the Dom wants.”

“Sounds like the sub is more exposed and vulnerable on the cross than on the spanking bench,” she whispered, shivering slightly. Was she scared? Or turned on? She felt her pussy tighten and knew while it was a mix, she was definitely aroused at the idea of this man doing that to her.

Grant smiled, glad she caught on quickly. He pulled out of her carefully and removed the condom. Leaving the bed, he dropped it into the bathroom trashcan and returned.

She was frowning in thought and looked up at him. “What can the Dom do to the sub?”

“It depends on the Dom’s mood and the scene they agree on.”

“They agree on?” she echoed. “Okay, what I know would barely cover a pinhead, but I thought the Dom decided everything and the sub just went along with it.”

“That’s the common stereotype,” he told her. He stretched out on his side, holding her to him. Grant didn’t understand his need to keep her close, but given that he’d fucked her three times inside an hour, it made sense to hold onto her in case the urge arose again. On cue, his dick twitched. “In reality, the sub holds a lot more power than outsiders realize. By surrendering control to the Dom, the sub actually retains control. One word from the sub and it’s over. If the Dom is worth his or her salt, the scene ends immediately. The sub has to completely trust that the Dom will honor the safe word. If there is no trust, there’s no point in doing anything at all.”

“Sounds a lot like life in general,” whispered Francine. “Except for the part about honor and…what is a safe word? I don’t have one.”

“A safe word is what the sub says if there is any pain, if things get too intense or the Dom goes beyond what they agreed on. And you’re right. You don’t have a safe word. Yet.” He trailed his fingers along her face. “That’s my fault. I lost all control when I saw you tied up on the bed.” He smiled as his semi-erect cock hardened more at the memory. “I seem to be doing that a lot with you.”

“You hear me complaining?” She smiled, one hand stroking over his chest and abdomen. Her long fingers wrapped around his growing erection. “Although, I might start wondering if you’re on medication. I’ve never heard of a man getting hard again this quickly after sex.”

“Must be the woman I’m with,” he commented, eyes on the pale fingers stroking his dick. “To be perfectly honest, I’m setting a few personal records.”

Something very much like a purr came from her throat.

“You do say the perfect things to make a woman feel wanted,” she told him. “So? Do I get a safe word? Or should I make you lose control again?”

Grant opened his mouth. Before he could manage any intelligent words, she slithered down his body and pushed him onto his back. Her warm breath heated his cock a split second before she took him in her mouth.

“Oh, my God,” he groaned.

Francine maneuvered her body between his legs and indulged herself. What the hell was happening to her? She’d never liked giving head before, but now she couldn’t stop! Had to be the man, she decided. Had to be…because the first time with this man had been after he’d given her four orgasms in a row, plus the one when he’d first come to her. Because he had put her pleasure first and all she could think of was giving him the same thing. Something told her he was a man who put his submissive first. The sub’s needs and pleasure. The sub’s discipline and punishment. He put all of that before what he needed.

It didn’t make sense to her. Surely he needed to be stroked and taken care of. He needed to be pleasured and made to feel needed. So she would do that. To him. For him. He was bringing her sexual fantasies to life and she would do the same for him. It hadn’t taken her long in the other room to realize how much he’d enjoyed having his throbbing length in her mouth. His hands in her hair had tightened so much there’d been tears in her eyes. But his obvious pleasure and the feel of his rush in her throat had been more than worth it. It was a newfound power for her. And somehow she thought she understood the relationship he’d been describing.

As she pulled him further into her mouth, she could see his hands fisting the sheets. Under her hands, the muscles in his thighs trembled as if he was trying to hold back, to control himself. Oh, no! She wanted that animal back. The caveman who’d fucked her wildly within moments of seeing her. Her fingers caressed his thighs, lightly tugging on the crisp dark hairs before one hand circled the base of his cock. Her other hand caressed his muscular torso, her fingernails gently raking over his chest. He hissed slightly when she flicked his nipples. The first drops leaked out and she hollowed her cheeks trying to push him over the edge.

“No!” he shouted, grabbing her shoulders. He pulled her up along his body so her legs fell on either side of him. “Ride me,” he commanded in a hoarse voice. “Let me see you ride me.” He took a deep breath and she watched him regain control. “Get a condom.”

Nodding, she reached into the partially opened drawer and tried to open it. An intense expression on his face, he took the packet from her hand, opened it and, tossing the wrapper to the floor, quickly unrolled it down the length she was getting to know so well. His hands lifted her hips.

“Put me inside you,” he told her.

Her hand held his cock and she lowered herself on to him. A guttural moan came from her.

“Oh. My. God.” A shudder swept through her body. Panting, she looked down at him. “And I thought you filled me before!” She closed her eyes and relished the full feeling.

“I’ve never seen anything as sexual and sensual as you right now,” he whispered. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. “Move on me.”

His hand went to where they were joined. His fingers brushed over her clit. She gasped and her hips rotated.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he encouraged. “Let yourself go. Rub against me.”

Her eyes half-closed, she flung her head back and let her body move in slow circles. It drove him half-crazy watching her. He’d thought he’d been hard seeing her bound to the bed, but nothing was as erotic as watching her grind against him, focused on what brought her the most pleasure. Reaching up, he tweaked her nipples.

“Oh, yes!” she moaned. “Do that again. Play with me.”

He kneaded her breasts and she writhed in helpless need.

“More?” he wondered. “What do you want?”

“I want to fuck you,” she panted, falling forward and planting her hands on either side of his head. “I want…to feel you so deep inside me that I can’t breathe. I want…all of you. Until neither of us can move.”

“Then ride me, sweetheart. Ride me hard.”

Giving in to primal needs, Francine closed her eyes and moved her hips. Her entire body was focused on one thing—fucking both their brains out.

Heat filled her. She’d never gotten sweaty during sex, but now she could feel it covering her body. The position put incredible pressure that went deep into her pussy. She would have happily stayed there. Until he touched her clit. It had been the spark to the bonfire. When she’d shifted her hips, his pubic bone had pressed hard against her clit. And her G-spot. When she’d leaned forward, the pressure had become more intense. As he’d played with her breasts, caressed her body, she felt something else take over. Something wild and free, animalistic and hungry. All that mattered was the release. The fire built up inside and she threw herself into the flames.

Just as he had earlier, she threw her head back and shouted as her pussy convulsed around his cock. Even as she came down from the high, his fingers were on her clit. Before she realized it, he was heating her back up.

Rolling over, he whispered in her ear.

“Come for me again, sexy Francine. Come for me hard.”

As he focused on his own release, Francine cherished those words. Being called it by magazines, votes in a poll—none of that mattered. Not like it did when the words were said by a man who so clearly couldn’t get enough of her.

With a moan, she arched off the mattress as she came again. And he filled her. Before collapsing on top of her. Eager to hold him, she wrapped her arms and legs around him before he could get off her.

“Stay.”

“I’ll crush you,” he murmured.

“I’m okay,” she told him, eyes closed. “I’ve never felt so perfect in my life as I do right now.”

“I may be dead tomorrow but, good God, what a way to go!” He kissed her sweaty forehead and sighed.