Pleasure's Edge (23 page)

“I want to see your eyes,” he told her. “Oh yes, you’re half gone, aren’t you? That’s good. That’s exactly where I want you. But some part of you must stay present in your body. Do you understand me?”

“I ... I don’t know ...”

“Al right. I’l watch out for you. I’l check in. You must answer me when I speak to you, Dylan.”

“Yes. I’l answer you.”

He smiled. He had a beautiful smile, al white teeth and lush lips and that wicked goatee. She flooded with heat when he leaned in to kiss her.

His mouth was hard on hers, demanding, and she opened to him. And when he slipped a hand between her thighs, swiping at her wet sex, she moaned, her hips arching.

“Ah, not yet,” he teased, giving her clitoris a smal pinch.

“Oh!”

“You’l get to come, my girl. But not yet.” He kissed her again, briefly this time, then moved around behind her.

The flogging began again, but it was different this time. Sharper, keener-edged, and she knew in some distant way that he was using a different instrument. It came down on her back over and over, until her breath was a ragged pant in her ears. Stinging, stinging, her sex fil ing, hungry, wanting.

He stopped, his arm snaking around her waist, and he crushed her body to his.

His mouth was right next to her ear; she could feel the heat of his breath. “You are so goddamn beautiful, Dylan. I want you. And I wil take you. But later. I want you to come for me now. In front of al these people, al of these sensualists who understand what we do here.”

She became acutely aware then of the people around them. It stil didn’t matter if any were specifical y paying attention. Knowing they were there was good enough. Better than good. Her sex clenched hard.

His hand moved down between her thighs, his fingers sliding in her juices, between the lips of her sex.

“Ah, Alec . . . ”

“Does it feel good, my girl? Do you want to come?”

“Yes . . . yes, please . . . ”

He pressed onto her tight clit with the heel of his hand, angled his fingers and slipped a few inside her.

God, she was going to come. Too soon, too fast. He began to pump, his breath hot in her hair, his body al solid planes, his hard cock crushed against her back. Burning hot, even through his jeans.

She was groaning aloud; she couldn’t help it. He thrust deep inside her, his heel grinding onto her clitoris. And his other hand came up and pinched one of her nipples. A hard and punishing pinch that sent her over the edge, and into the abyss.

Pleasure, dark and swirling, screaming and hot in her veins, flowing like lava. Scorching her. Marking her.

She was coming so damn hard, she was crying out, shaking, shattering. Just coming apart. And Alec’s arms held her safe.

Safe.

For the first time in her life.

She was trembling al over; he could feel the shiver of skin and muscle beneath his hands. Her breath was a soft pant. She smel ed like leather and come and woman.

She was absolutely limp, held up only by the chains and his arms. He loved seeing her like this: ful of endorphins. Spent.

His
.

But she’d had enough. He had to take her down.

He shifted his hold on her, whispered, “I’m going to let you go long enough to take you out of the cuffs, Dylan.” He let her weight sag into the restraints, unfastened one cuff, then the other, caught her as she slipped into his arms. He lifted her, carried her to the smal sofa at the edge of the play area and wrapped her in a blanket, sat down and laid her across his lap.

Leaning down, he grabbed a bottle of water he’d set there earlier, held it to her soft, red mouth. “Drink, Dylan.” She did, opening her lips as he held the bottle for her. When she was done, he set it down on the floor once more.

Her eyes were clouded, gleaming sliver. Her cheeks were flushed. He checked her hands for circulation; she looked fine.

“Are you with me, Dylan?”

“Yes. I’m right here,” she said, almost childlike, as if wondering that he couldn’t see her, or feel her in his lap.

He laughed softly. “Oh, you’re so far out there in subspace. But I love to see you like this. Are you ready for me to fuck you now, my girl? Because I can’t wait. I’m so damn hard for you.”

“Yes. Please . . . ”

She was out of it, deep in subspace. But he could feel the need radiating off her skin in waves of pure heat. Molten. And when he slipped his hand beneath the soft blanket, he found her soaking wet. Stil . Again.

“Oh, Alec, please . . . now,” she groaned.

He stood up with her in his arms and moved to one of the curtained alcoves built into the outer wal s of the club. There, he laid her on the high, padded table, unwrapped her, the blanket pooling beneath her, and simply stood, staring at the glory of her naked body. Aroused. Flushed. Wel -used.

Not used enough. Not yet.

He kicked off his boots, then his jeans, yanked his T-shirt over his head, and sheathed his hard and aching cock. He climbed onto the table, kneeling between her open thighs.

Her sex was pink, glistening. He leaned in, tasting her. She was sweet and salty, the taste of her come rich on his tongue. He licked her, running his tongue the length of her slit, then slipping in between the plush lips and inside her.

“Oh . . . God, Alec.”

His cock was throbbing, painful. Yet he couldn’t stop teasing himself, teasing her.

He thrust his tongue deeper, and she panted, moaned. And when he used his fingers to part the lips of her sex, massaging them, she writhed, her hips arching off the table.

He pul ed back. He had to see her face, the glow of her cheeks, her beautiful red lips, parted so that he could see the tip of her pink tongue resting against her teeth. So damn hot, for reasons he couldn’t explain to himself.

His cock jumped, the condom tightening on his swol en shaft. He couldn’t stand it.

He watched her face as he pushed two fingers inside her. Her long lashes fluttered, her cheeks darkening.

“Alec . . . Need to . . . come again.”

“Yes. But this time my cock wil make you come. You’l come with me inside you.”

“Yes. Hurry, Alec.”

Oh, he would hurry. He couldn’t wait another moment.

Stil kneeling, and holding her pussy lips wide, he drove his cock in, one sweet, sharp thrust.

“Oh!” Her eyes widened, like a pair of dark crystals, piercing him to the core.

The pleasure was sharp, excruciating. His knees were shaking.

Drawing in a deep breath, he wrapped his hands around her slender waist and pul ed her closer, her hips rising, until her little mound was pressed right up against him. He could see the tight nub of her clit. Remembered the texture of it on his tongue.

Another shot of pleasure, just thinking about the taste of her, seeing her body bowing in pleasure, arching in his hands. Her hair was like flames scattered everywhere. And her nipples were a dark red, as hard and swol en as her clit. Luscious.

He leaned over and took one nipple into his mouth, and she moved against him, pressing against his lips. He sucked, and began to push into her, his cock buried deep inside her, then pul ing out, slowly, one agonizing inch at a time.

Her sex was like some sleek, wet glove around him. His body was tense with concentration, just fucking her in long, slow strokes, trying to keep from coming too soon, like some kid.

He felt like a kid, overwhelmed with pleasure. Lost in it. In her body.

She was too perfect. He felt overcome by it: her beauty, her wil ingness, her trust in him. Even more because he had some idea of how difficult it was for her.

Her gaze was on his, two points of crystal gray, glittering in the low light. He felt she was
right there
with him, in a way no other woman ever had been before. And as pleasure rose, higher and higher, pulsing through his veins like lightning, something in his chest surged.

His hands went into her hair, his fingers snagging in the wild curls. Her legs wound around his waist, her taut thighs pul ing him in. He felt the tremors run through her, her sex tightening, gripping him.

“Alec!”

She came, shivering, grabbing his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. And that heat lightning flowed from his veins into his bel y, lower, into his cock. He exploded, his orgasm searing, burning, blinding him.

He shook with it for an eternity. And when it was over, he was holding her tight in his arms, his face buried in her neck. She was clinging to him, her slender arms around his neck, her breasts crushed against his chest. Her perfume was al around him, in his head.

That surging in his chest hadn’t gone away. It had grown, spread.

Stop it. You’re fine. Fine.

But his pulse was hammering in a way that couldn’t be explained by sheer exertion. It was different. Warmer. A gentle melting. He didn’t know what the hel it was. He wasn’t sure he liked it. Except that he did.

“Alec ...”

“Are you al right, Dylan?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“What is it, then?”

“I . . . I don’t know.”

Neither do I.

But he didn’t say it out loud. He couldn’t admit that something was wrong. Not to anyone else. He didn’t want to admit it to himself. But something was going on with him. And maybe with her, too.

He didn’t know what the hel this meant. Al of this heart-pounding, bursting sensation, like he wanted to . . . what? He didn’t know. He didn’t fucking know.

He just pul ed her in tighter, breathed her in, that dark, earthy vanil a scent, mixed with the salt of her skin.

Her arms twined tighter around his neck, her cheek stil pressed to his chest. Her breath was warm and ragged. He waited to calm, for them both to calm: his racing pulse, her heartbeat fluttering beneath his lips on her neck. But he couldn’t seem to quiet himself.

That thundering in his chest wouldn’t stop.

Her pulse wouldn’t quiet, either, and in a few moments, he felt tears on his skin.

“Dylan, what is it. Can you tel me?”

Real concern in his own voice. Not simply the calm concern of a good dom. He heard it as if it were coming from another person, it was so unfamiliar. So starkly personal.

“It’s nothing,” she said quietly.

“It’s
something
. Are you panicking?”

“No. It’s not panic.”

“What is it, then?”

H e
had
to know. And it was about more than doing his job, being responsible.

“Alec, I . . . I’m just feeling so much. I’m not used to this.”

“Neither am I,” he muttered.

“What?”

“Nothing. Nothing. What do you need from me?”

“Just . . . this. Just to sit here with you holding me. Or I need you to let me go and send me home right this minute.”

“You know that’s not happening, Dylan.”

“Yes.”

He held her tighter, nearly crushing her in his arms. But it seemed that was what she needed. What
he
needed, damn it.

“Alec?”

“What?”

“I’m glad you’re not sending me home.”

His breath hitched, like a kick in the gut. He was glad, too. But he couldn’t say it. He’d never been rendered speechless in his life.

Until now.

Until Dylan.

Just breathe.

He pul ed in a long breath, blew it out, did it again. And eventual y, as her tears dried, he was able to breathe normal y again, without that strange pain in his stomach, his chest.

Dylan had relaxed a little. He reached up and untangled her arms from his neck.

“Alec?”

“Don’t worry. I’m taking you home with me. Right now.” She nodded her head.

He helped her off the table, dressed himself, and walked her back to the play area they’d used. He helped her dress, and it was like dressing a dol , she was so silent, so helplessly limp.

He wanted to hold her again.

Just get her home, into bed. Lay down with her.

Somehow he packed up his toys and got them both into his truck, where he blasted the heater, turned on the seat warmers.

She was languid, quiet. He popped in a CD of classical music, some light Chopin, keeping the volume low.

This late at night it didn’t take long to get from downtown to his Beacon Hil neighborhood. He pul ed up in front of his place and helped Dylan from the car. She was stil half limp, silent, her face loose, dazed. He felt a little dazed himself.

He got her inside, up the stairs and into his bedroom, where he undressed her careful y and put her into his bed.

She looked fragile, lying there, her face pale against the white sheets, the down pil ows.

“Alec, I’m cold.”

“I’m coming.”

He pul ed his clothes off and slid, naked, into the bed beside her. She curled into him, in a way she never had before. Like a child, seeking the heat of his body. Hers was warm and soft and felt better than anything he’d ever felt before. Riding his motorcycle. BDSM play. Sex.

He was getting hard again, but it wasn’t that stark, driving need he usual y felt with her. It was simply an unavoidable response to her body, her presence.

She felt so damn good in his arms, in his bed. He didn’t want to think about it. He wasn’t going to like any of the answers. And he liked this too much.

Too much.

But he couldn’t fight it, not tonight. Tonight, she was here with him. And that was enough. It was more than enough. It was exactly what he wanted.