Model Fantasy (8 page)

Chapter Five

She’d fallen asleep again. This time she woke up to hear water running. Stretching, she felt her muscles protest slightly. Parts of her were sore, but on the whole there was a deep contentment in her entire body. She looked around but didn’t see a clock. Time didn’t seem to matter right now. Although, she smiled, a shower definitely sounded like a good idea. She was sweaty and sticky. Besides, she thought, sliding out of the bed, who knew what they could do in the shower? She was willing bet her next cosmetic contract check that
master
could come up with all sorts of wonderful things a horny couple could do in the shower. If nothing else, she could suck on his cock again. That would definitely get things rolling.

Just in case, she dipped her hand into the drawer and pulled out a couple of condom packets.

The steam parted slightly as the cooler air from the bedroom rushed into the bathroom. She quickly closed the door. As the heat caressed her body, she tossed the condoms onto the counter. Through the shower door she could see the outline of his body. Her knees went weak just looking at him. He really was magnificent to look at. Broad shoulders, deep chest and rippling muscles everywhere from head to toe. Her fingers itched to touch him.

“Come here,” he rumbled. He opened the door slightly. His finger crooked at her.

Obediently, she went and he pulled her into the warm spray.

“How do you feel?”

“Wonderful.”

He gave her a ‘don’t try that on me look.’

“A little sore,” she admitted. “I’m not used to this kind of activity in one month, let alone a few hours.”

He chuckled. “The shower will help and then we’ll eat before I show you more of what’s in the playroom.”

“The playroom?” she repeated as he guided her under the water. “Is that what it’s called? You make it sound like we’re in kindergarten or something.”

“Not hardly,” he drawled. “Some call it a dungeon or a toy room. Or make up their own words for it.”

“Where are we?” she wondered as his ran his hands through her hair to get it thoroughly wet.

He hesitated.

“Can you tell me in general terms?”

“We’re at a club. A very exclusive, difficult to be admitted to, club for people who like their sex a bit different than what society considers acceptable.”

“You mean, tying a woman to a bed or a spanking bench and fucking her brains out until she’ll do anything you tell her to isn’t acceptable?” she wondered, running her hands over his shoulders.

“Not hardly.” He smiled at her as he poured shampoo into his palm. “So, have I satisfied your needs enough for you to do anything I tell you to?”

“Just about,” she admitted. Closing her eyes, she sighed as he massaged her head to work the shampoo through. There was something so intimate about her lover washing her hair. “I don’t know who you are. What you do. Or anything else about you, but…” she shrugged. “I just know that you’ve made me feel alive. More like a woman than I’ve felt in my life. It’s as if you’ve tapped into a part of me that I didn’t even know existed.” A short laugh and she shook her head as he gently pushed her back under the spray. Emerging, she wiped the water from her face. “God, I sound like the sappy romance stories I stole from my sister’s bedroom.”

“This isn’t a romance,” he reminded her. “This is just a fantasy.”

“I know,” she nodded, a smile curving her full lips. “It’s more like the erotic stories I download in the middle of the night. I’ve always wondered if men like that really existed. If the sex could really be that good.”

“How good?” he asked, now rubbing the soapy washcloth over her.

“Make you pant, sweaty, hungry, burning for more until you collapsed sex.” She ducked back under the water, turning to get all the suds off. Grinning, she reached for his half-erect cock. “And you keep coming back for more. You can’t get enough no matter how many times you’ve done it. You need more.” She felt and saw the tremor that swept through him. “I’ve never liked sucking a man’s cock before. Now, I can’t get enough.”

“What’s different?” he asked in a rasping voice.

“Because you took care of me first. Because…” She stroked the stiffening length, tilted her head and met his eyes. “Because I could see how good it made you feel. And I want to.” She stepped closer. “I want to make you feel as good as you’ve made me feel.”

She pressed her body to his and felt his dick nestle against her stomach. His arms went around her. “I know this isn’t a romance. I know it’s all a fantasy. But why can’t we make the fantasy feel as good as we can?” She went up on her toes to nibble on his ear. “What’s your ultimate fantasy? What would make you feel the most pleasured and satisfied?”

“Baby, I’m having it come to life now,” he told her. His beard-stubble cheek rubbed against her face. His arm braced her waist and lifted her off the tile. “I have the sexiest, most desired woman on the planet as my sexual plaything. I get to fuck you every way I can think of.”

His mouth burned a trail down her neck. Lifting her higher, he pressed her against the wall and began to suckle her breasts. With a sigh of anticipation, she threaded her fingers through his hair and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“And I love the way you’re thinking,” she breathed.

Bracing his feet, Grant focused on making her as hot as possible. He knew he wouldn’t last long once he was inside her. She needed to have at least one orgasm before his cock entered her. Otherwise, he would be done before her. And he relished feeling her come undone around him. His hand found the bare, baby-soft skin between her thighs and began playing with her folds. God help him, but she was dripping with honey. It was like finding the promised land. And she was his. For now.

The two words made him freeze and feel empty inside. No fucking way. He wasn’t getting involved with women. Especially a woman like her whose career required her to live in the spotlight. This was just sex. This was just one day. Twenty-four hours. Pure fantasy.

So why the hell did
he
suddenly want more? He’d lost his fucking mind. She was followed by the press. It was her
job
to be in the press, to be seen and talked about. Her world was one he was never stepping back into.

“Master?” she panted. She wriggled against his hand. “Don’t tease me. Please.”

Tease. Please. Oh, yeah, he would do both, and more.

With a snarl, he surged up and drove his cock into her pussy. He felt the breath whoosh out of her as her upper body impacted with the wall behind her. The lust rose up hard and fast in him and demanded an outlet. Demanded release. In her.

He nearly slipped on the tile and froze. Francine gave a small scream and clutched at his shoulders. Trembling, she buried her head against his neck. He swore under his breath. She was trusting him to keep her safe. Not be so horny that he got them both injured in the shower. Oh, shit. He’d forgotten a condom.

“Shh,” he murmured. “It’s all right. It’s all right. I need to get a condom.”

“On the counter,” she whispered, nuzzling his damp skin. “God, you taste so good.”

Grant didn’t move for a moment as the words resonated. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had said something like that to him. Or the last time a woman had been as open with him. One hand slid over his arm and down his ribs. A second later, long, slender fingers were teasing his balls.

“Oh, hell,” he muttered. “Not here, though. Tile’s too damn wet. We’ll slip and kill ourselves.”

His left hand reached out and turned the water off. Clutching her to him, he shoved the door open and saw the packets next to the sink. Barely resting her dripping body on the counter, he set speed records getting the damned thing on. He glanced around. Where to take her? The closed door was a step away and in a heartbeat he had her against it.

She cried out as her body collided with the door. He barely heard her—nothing else mattered except the force of him surging into her. Her hands scrabbled along his shoulders to hold on, but the speed and force of his thrusts were too much. All she could do was press her hands against the walls to brace herself.

Grunting, he gave a final thrust and felt his cock drive deep as he released into the condom. Lifting his head, he caught his breath. Talk about submissive positions! Palms flat against the wall, eyes closed, and a soft surrendering expression on her face. Again, the thought of having her beyond this time came to his mind, but he dismissed it. Now it was fantastic, but lightning couldn’t strike twice. Take what he could and let it go. That had been his mantra for nearly a decade. It had served him well so he would stick to it.

Part of being a Dom was ensuring the sub’s pleasure. She hadn’t orgasmed so he would take care of that. Easing out of her, he smiled at her whimper, at the way her hands reached for him. As if to keep his cock inside her.

“Stand up, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I’m going to eat your pussy.”

“What?” She frowned.

“Don’t tell me no one’s ever licked your pussy.” He cocked an eyebrow as he knelt before her. “No one’s eaten this?” His fingers parted her folds.

Francine shrugged. “Um, my ex-fiancé didn’t like to, but I have a feeling nothing you do to me is going to come close to what might have been done to me before,” she replied, eyes wide as she looked down at him.

She left the words ‘or after’ unspoken. But he understood. And liked the idea of her comparing him to other men. Until he thought of men touching her after him. Anger at the unknown men flared. His hands gripped her thighs and she gasped at the roughness. Ignoring that, he began nibbling just above her bare folds and then went straight for the tiny nub jutting out from its cover.

She cried out as he took her clit in his teeth. Two fingers stabbed into her pussy and stroked hard and deep. Just as he had sucked on her nipples, he drew her little nub into his mouth. Her soft mewling spurred him to push her further, faster. He hooked his fingers inside her and pressed his thumb just under her clit. In seconds, she exploded, drenching his mouth. Hungrily, he lapped up her sweet juices. When her fingers tightened in his hair, he smiled. She was close again.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he told her, standing.

He wanted to teach her about patience, how waiting could increase her orgasm. He hadn’t considered Francine’s wakening sexual needs.

“Please,” she begged, pressing close. “Please.”

“Food first.”

Spoiled by his previous attentions, Francine shook her head and rubbed her breasts against his chest.

“One more?” she whispered. Her hand wrapped around his cock. “Please?”

Grant inhaled swiftly as his dick reacted to her attention. Damn thing! If he didn’t get control of the situation, he might as well have
himself
tied to the bed!

Stepping back, he caught her wrists.

“I said, not yet,” he repeated firmly. And struggled to bite back a laugh at the petulant look that appeared on her face. Keeping his own expression stern, he lifted her chin while holding both her wrists in his other hand. “Are you spoiled already?”

“I just want…”

“I know what you want, but you have to wait.”

“Why?” she demanded. “You want it, too!”

“Because someone has to have control and that is me.”

“I thought you said the sub had ultimate control and…” Her eyes darted sideways at him and he caught the gleam through the gold tresses.