Pleasure's Edge (10 page)

Perfect.

“Very good, Dylan. Just breathe. Focus.”

He moved his hand lower until it brushed the edge of her mesh panties. She held perfectly stil as he slipped his fingers beneath the fabric at the rise of her buttocks to caress the skin there.

He kept her there for some time, simply having her breathe, stroking her flesh, which grew hotter by the second. But she was final y relaxing. He could feel her muscles loosening, her breath evening out.

Her cheeks were stil pale, but her nipples were hard and swol en, growing darker beneath the mesh fabric of her bra.

Need to touch them. Taste them. Need to taste her.

He pul ed her in closer, lowered his mouth to hers.

Her lips were soft, loose. And as he ran his tongue over her plush lower lip, they parted, opened for him. He slid inside.

Her tongue was like a shock, so hot and sweet. He didn’t expect it, this jolt of pure need that cut into him like a knife. He’d meant to keep the kiss light, just to feel her lips for a moment. But desire took over and he crushed his mouth to hers.

She moaned, her warm breath going into him. He breathed her in, exhaled into her, and her arms slipped around his neck. So damn sweet. He kissed her harder, and she was kissing him back, until they were both breathless.

His cock was hard as steel between his thighs.

Torture.

He buried his hands in her hair, held her face to his, hard between his palms. He couldn’t do it any other way with her.

Her tongue pushed into his mouth. Her body pushed into his, her breasts crushed to his chest. And desire burned, scorching him.

Making his mind go blank of everything but her name.

Dylan.

She shifted in his lap, her hip pressing against his cock. He was going to explode, just come like some teenager.

Damn it.

He pul ed away.

“Alec?”

Her cheeks were flushed now, her eyes blazing.

He had to take a moment to draw air into his lungs. Had to think.

He was hard as hel , with her body warm in his lap, her need written al over her beautiful face. It was his job to serve that need.

His own need was like a hammering beat in his groin, one he could barely control. He wasn’t used to that. To how extreme it was: heat, desire, pure animal lust.

But he could handle it, he reminded himself. He always had. He simply had to keep a reign on it, bank it for now. And give her what she desired. It was his job, one he did wel .

Keeping one hand behind her neck, he squeezed a little.

Confusion crossed her features.

“Quiet, Dylan.”

She looked as if she was going to speak, then closed her mouth.

“Good girl.”

A smal shiver ran through her at his words.

Ah, she would be the perfect bottom, this woman. That compel ing combination of strength and fire and a natural submissive response.

He squeezed harder, simply holding her, a means to control her.

Physical y, but this was something that always seemed to have a psychological effect on anyone with submissive tendencies, as wel . And it was working with her beautiful y.

He kept his gaze on her face as he slipped his other hand between her thighs, used it to spread them apart.

Her mouth went into a smal O, but she didn’t say a word.

He moved his hands in between that lush flesh, found the heat of her mound through her black panties.

“Tel me you want this, Dylan,” he commanded.

“I . . . yes. I want this.”

He found the edge of the fabric, slipped his fingers under it. A smal moan from her. But she kept her eyes open, her gaze on his, as his fingers skimmed the swol en folds between her thighs.

Christ, she was wet. Soaked. And it was going to kil him to touch her like this and do nothing about the hammering pulse of his cock. But he would do it.

He slipped his fingers over her pussy, parted the ful flesh, his fingers resting there for a moment. So damn hot. Then he found her clit and pinched it lightly.

“Oh!”

Stil her gaze didn’t waver.

He pul ed on the swol en nub of flesh, massaged it. Her breath came faster, until she was panting, her red lips parted. When he pushed two fingers into her, she gasped.

His cock twitched.

Like heated velvet inside, hot and wet and his cock wanted
in
.

Control.

He took a deep breath, thrust his fingers inside her. She squirmed on his lap, making him ache. But he was intent on her, his hand inside her, pushing deeper, until he knew by her mewling cries that he’d found her G-spot.

“Come for me, Dylan.”

And she did; it was that simple. Her sex clenched around his pumping fingers, her body arching. His cock thrummed with need, his pulse racing.

“Ah, God ... Alec ...”

She bit her lip and it was too good to resist. Leaning in, he took that plump flesh between his teeth and bit down, just hard enough, then opened her lips with his tongue. She was coming, panting into his mouth. And he took it al in: her pleasure, her sighs, the sharp scent of her desire in the air.

She was stil shivering when he pul ed back and moved her, laying her facedown on his lap.

“Alec?”

Her body went tense al over.

“Shh. It’s time, Dylan. This is why we’re here. You’re ready.”

“Alec ... No. I can’t ...”

She was struggling to sit up, but he held her more firmly.

“Are you tel ing me
red
? Are you safe-wording out of the scene?

If you are, I wil let you up and we’l get you dressed and leave here.

Is that what you want?”

“I ... no.”

He could barely stand to do it, to hold her down. Spank her. It would only make his straining cock harder, make it more difficult to keep himself under control. No woman had chal enged his self-control the way Dylan did. But he could deal with it. He simply
would
. He wanted to touch her more than anything in the world at this moment.

“Are we staying, Dylan?”

“Yes.”

He could feel the slightest give in her body. It was enough. He pul ed the sheer mesh of her panties into the sweet line between her cheeks, baring them to his hands. He smoothed his palms over the silken flesh, just stroking her skin. Eventual y, she went loose in his lap. Perfect. As perfect as the tight curve of her bare ass.

He began to tap with his fingertips, just hard enough that he knew she could feel it. He listened to her breathing for any sign of panic, but she was fine so far. He slapped a little harder, the flat of his palm making a smal smacking sound. Her breathing didn’t change, but her flesh grew warm and showed the slightest tinge of pink.

“Are you al right, Dylan?”

“Yes.”

She was stil loose and warm, and he knew she was slipping into the edge of subspace, had perhaps already reached it when he was working her with his fingers, before she even came.

His cock twitched, swel ed.

Don’t think about that now. Concentrate.

He smacked her harder, his other hand stil holding the back of her neck firmly. He knew she was feeling some pain. He also knew the desire in her body could convert it to pleasure if he handled her correctly.

He intended to.

Pausing to stroke her pinking skin, he smiled to himself at the lovely blush there. Drawing his fingertips over her buttocks, he pinched at the undersides. She squirmed, but her breath was stil even. There wasn’t an ounce of tension in her muscles. He knew if he could see her face her pupils would be dilated, her cheeks flushed.

“Dylan, are you with me?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to real y spank you now.”

A soft moan, then she said, “Yes . . . ”

“Good girl.”

He raised his hand, brought it down on one tight buttock. She gasped, but held stil .

“Excel ent, Dylan. Just breathe in, then out, as I showed you earlier.”

He waited until she took a good, long breath, then brought his hand down again on her flesh.

“Oh!”

“Good, Dylan. You can take it.”

He smacked her ass again, which was pinking gorgeously. And she
was
taking it.

Beautiful girl.

Driving him fucking wild.

He began a rhythm then, his hand coming down over and over, keeping time with the music playing in the background. Nothing else existed. Just the music, the perfect curve of her ass, and the stabbing desire he could barely contain, but did, somehow.

For her.

“Alec . . . ” Her voice was low, breathy.

He stopped. “What is it?”

“I need . . . to come again.”

Ah, Christ. This girl was flawless. Fucking flawless. There was a bravery to her, an honesty about the sex, that real y got to him.

She
real y got to him.

This had never happened to him in his life. He’d never al owed it to happen. But Dylan . . .

She was perfect. And he knew she could very wel be the end of the control he’d spent his entire life perfecting.

six

Dylan floated in that warm, ethereal place Alec had taken her to. A very smal , distant part of her couldn’t believe she was doing these things: letting him spank her, making her come. That she had asked him to make her come again. How badly she wanted to beg him to do it
now
. But mostly, she was too far gone to real y think about it.

Al she could think of was the lovely touch of his hands, the heat of them on her flesh. The pleasure swarming over her in wave after wave. The spanking, the desire burning in her body, it was al the same. Pain and pleasure, and she wanted more of both.

Her breasts were crushed against his thighs, the weight of her body pressing her down onto his lap. His cock was a hard ridge against her side. She wanted to feel it inside her. Wanted him to spank her again, harder, faster. Wanted to straddle his body and ride him. And al of it going at a thousand miles an hour through her head, making her dizzy with need.

“Alec, please.”

A smal chuckle from him before he slid his hand under her and between her thighs, seeking out and finding her clitoris.

“Oh, yes ...”

She arched into his hand as he began to press there. And at the same time, his other hand came down on her ass, the slap stinging, burning, then turning into pure pleasure. The sensation joined with the pulse beat of desire in her sex, multiplied.

He started to real y spank her then, smack after smack, hard and fast. His fingers working her clitoris were just as fast, rubbing hard. And pleasure rose in her body, her climax quickly approaching.

“Alec ... God ...”

He pushed a thumb inside her, drove it deep.

“Oh ...”

One more rough slap on her ass and she was coming, pleasure a dazzling flash of bril iance, blinding her.

“Alec!”

Her hips pumped into his hand, and she was coming, coming.

He kept working her, spanking her.

Final y her body went limp. She was buzzing al over, tiny tremors of pleasure stil shivering through her. She was exhausted.

Unable to move.

Then Alec pul ed her upright, into his arms. He kissed her face, lifted her hand to his lips and brushed his mouth over the inside of her wrist before tucking her hand back into her lap and turning his face into her cheek. His breath was warm in her hair, and he was saying something to her but she couldn’t figure it out. She wanted to sleep, yet her body was more alive than it had ever been before.

“Dylan, look at me.”

It was hard to do as he asked, but she wanted to. Wanted to see his beautiful blue eyes.

Wanted to obey him.

She opened her eyes.

He was even more beautiful than he’d looked before. His eyes were alight with adrenaline or need. Maybe both. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t figure anything out. Except that she wanted him to kiss her.

She raised her chin and he bent to her, brushed her lips gently with his. And desire was like a spark in her system once more, lighting her up. But she was too languid to move.

He pul ed back. “That was very good, Dylan. Excel ent.” His voice was rough, low. He kept touching her, stroking her hair. And she watched as a dozen different emotions seemed to cross his face. Or was it her imagination, a product of two powerful orgasms and her own confused need?

She began to shiver, then, a strange sort of trembling deep inside her body. Desire was replaced by a vague fear, a sort of shal ow panic. She didn’t understand it.

“Alec?”

“You’re shaking.” He pul ed her closer into his big body. “Are you cold?”

“Yes. A little.”

She fought tears she didn’t understand as he pul ed a soft blanket from the back of the chair that she hadn’t noticed before and draped it over her shoulders.