Watching From The Shadows: Trident Security Book 5 (20 page)

After making her way back to him, she placed the items in his outstretched hand and awaited his next orders. She needed this—someone else to take control so she could just relax, shut her brain down, and feel. That was one of the first things she’d noticed about playing in the lifestyle. When she handed over control of the scene to a Dom, she didn’t worry about anything. The questions every woman tends to ask herself during intimacy, no longer came to mind. How do I look? How do I sound? Does he think about someone else while he’s with me? Does he like what I’m doing? Should I do it differently? And so many others. Instead, her mind went blank to everything but pain and the pleasure it produced. There was no stress of her college and law classes, passing the bar, court cases, watching her best friend die, being a single mother…nothing.

He undid the clasps of the garter from the top of her thigh-highs. “Turn around.” When she did as ordered, he unsnapped the back ones, and then grabbed the sides of her bikini underwear and the garter belt, sliding them down her legs, until she was able to step out of them. Biting her lip, she fought the urge to try to brush away her stretch marks, as if she could make them disappear. She didn’t hate them since they were the battle scars of carrying her daughter, but that didn’t mean she still wasn’t self-conscious about them. However, if she did give Marco any indication they bothered her, she was sure he would make her regret it. Many of the Doms she’d known in the past didn’t like their submissives putting themselves down for any reason and she doubted he was any different.

“Bend over and grab your ankles.” After she was in position, he caressed her ass with his palm, then stroked the moist, sensitive area between her legs before continuing, “Very nice. You still keep yourself bare. I fucking love that.” Jeez, the man was practically purring like a male lion sensing his mate is in heat. “When was the last time you were plugged?”

He knew she was experienced in anal play since she’d checked it off in the green column of her limit list. “About two years, Sir.”

“My assumption was right then. I chose a smaller plug, so we can build your tolerance back up again. I have a larger one in the drawer, though, just in case.”

His hand left her ass and she was caught off guard when cool, thick liquid landed at the base of her spine and drizzled down the crack between her cheeks. Involuntarily, she tensed and was reprimanded with a quick smack to the sit-spot at the top of her right thigh, which elicited a squeak from her lips.

“Relax, Butterfly. You know this goes easier if you relax.”

Forcing her body to ease, she answered, “Yes, Sir.”

Clutching one hip to hold her steady, he used his other hand to spread the lubricant around her back hole with the hard silicone plug. Instinct had her wanting to tense again and she fought the response. The slight pressure he was using was already lighting up the nerves of her rectum and she moaned in anticipation of the pleasure she knew was coming. He paused at the entrance. “Bear down, sweetheart, and let it happen.”

She did as commanded at the same time he pressed the plug into her anus. There was a moment’s hesitation before the toy breached her sphincter, then slid home causing her to gasp loudly.

“Beautiful.” Marco tapped the flared end of the plug protruding from her body and the vibrations shot through her ass, combined with the pain/pleasure in the her nipples, then went straight to her pussy, causing her wetness to grow. Her thighs clenched as her clit throbbed. Her breathing increased. Holy shit, it was going to be hard to hold off her orgasm if she was this close already, but she had to. Her Dom would surely punish her for cumming without permission.

Her Dom.
Wow. Never in her life had those words meant so much to her. Marco DeAngelis was her Dom and she was going to do everything she could tonight to please him and make their play perfect. After all, the first scene between a Dom and a sub could be the equivalent to many firsts for a couple. A first look. A first date. A first kiss. Or the first time they’d made love. Well, they had already experienced the first three, but she was under no illusion that the night Mara was conceived could be considered ‘making love’. It had been a comfort fuck…actually, several comfort fucks…but nothing more. While tonight would be far more than a comfort fuck, it still couldn’t be called making love. They still had a lot of things they had to work out between them, but, for now…at this moment…she was his submissive. And she was looking forward to whatever he had planned for her.

“Stand back up and have a seat in the recliner, sweetheart.”

This time, her pace was even slower. Not only did the strings and stones of the nipple clamps swing with every step, she had to clench her ass cheeks to make sure she didn’t lose the ass plug. When she finally made it there, she picked up the vibrator, then turned and slowly lowered herself to the seat.

From across the room, Marco instructed, “Sit back. Push on the arms so the back reclines a bit, but leave the foot rest down. It’ll just be in my way later. Good girl. Now spread your legs as far as you can, while still being comfortable. Put one hand above your head and relax.”

Relax? Was he serious?
Her body was humming and he wanted her to relax.
Like that was going to happen. Not.

“Turn on the vibe and hold it between your legs, so it’s stimulating both your clit and pussy. You know the routine. You do nothing unless I tell you to, and that includes cumming.”

The man was going to be the death of her tonight. Flipping the switch, she brought the slim, artificial phallus to her core. Even though she was expecting the new sensation, combined with the stimulus to her tits and ass, her hips bucked the moment she touched her already sensitive clit. “
Ahhh
. Shit!”

“Easy, baby. Relax.”

Damn, she was ready to tell him to take that word and shove it.

“Now. Tell me. Have you dreamt about me…about us together? Because I sure as hell have. You’ve starred in many of my fantasy dreams over the years.” Her gaze flashed to his at that revelation. “Oh, yes. I’ve had many, many dreams about you, long before you ever rocked my world. Asleep and awake. One of my favorites was when I was in the shower and you were on your knees giving me a blow. But I confess, my dreams came nowhere close to reality, sweetheart. I jacked off to that memory many times since then. So tell me, did you dream of me? I want an honest answer, Harper. Not what you think I want to hear. It’s okay if the answer is no, but from that expression on your face, I think the answer is yes. Either that or you’re about to explode.”

She could just imagine what expression he saw on her face, because as soon as he started talking about dreams and fantasies, her favorite ones of him popped into her head…and there were many of them. “Yes to both, Sir.” His eyes narrowed in confusion, so she added, “I mean, yes to dreaming of you, and yes to the fact that I’m about to explode.”

He smirked.
The bastard.
Standing, he began to unlace his fly, but he remained over by the desk. Her eyes dropped to watch his hands work, but he chided, “Uh-uh, Butterfly. Eyes on mine. Good girl. Now, I want you to make small circles over your clit and pussy with the vibe, and tell me your favorite fantasy of me.”

“What? Y-you want me to…to…”
Oh, shit
. He wasn’t serious, was he?

“Yes, I do. I want to hear what I did to you in those dreams of yours…and what you did to me. And I don’t see your hand moving at all. I’d rather our first scene didn’t include a punishment, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let you get away with anything.”

Shit.

C
HAPTER 16

Marco chuckled as he sat again, then leaned back and settled in for the upcoming entertainment. This was going to be fun…and hot. He hadn’t removed his leathers, but loosened the laces to give his hard cock some breathing room. She was going to be the death of him tonight, if he wasn’t careful. She looked so fucking beautiful wearing only her stockings and corset. Her breasts were incredible to begin with, but clamped, they were stunning. He watched as she began to rub the vibe over her exposed pussy lips and clit. Even with the distance between them and the low lighting, he could see how wet she has. “I’m waiting, Harper. And you’ll find I’m a very impatient man when a submissive makes me wait for what I want.”

She swallowed hard and squirmed a little. “
Um.
I,
um
…well, there are so many different ones I’ve had, that I’m not sure which is my favorite.”

He loved how off-kilter she seemed. This was obviously something she’d never done before. Well, neither had he, but Devon had told his teammates how hot things got when Kristen read him the sex scenes she’d written. But Harper wasn’t the author of any steamy romance novels, and he didn’t want her reading someone else’s fantasies to him—he wanted to hear hers. “
Hmmm
. Then pick one and we’ll save the others for another time.”

“Okay.
Um
. I’m not exactly sure how I’m supposed to do this.” She licked her lips and he bit back a groan as he remembered them wrapped around his cock. “I mean, I don’t know how to start.”

“All right. Let’s try this. Close your eyes. Keep that vibe moving and I’ll start by asking a few questions. Then you can tell me what I’m doing to you in your mind, like you’re giving me a play-by-play of a movie you’re watching.” He could see the moment she relaxed a little after shutting her eyes. “Ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He reached into his leathers and adjusted himself. “Good girl. Okay. First question—where are we?”

“
Um
…on a deserted island in the Caribbean.”

“Nice. Did we go there on purpose or are we shipwrecked?”

“
Hmmm.
I like the thought of being shipwrecked. It sounds barbaric.”

He smirked and stood to remove his pants. Might as well, since he was going to be fucking her senseless soon. “Barbaric,
huh
? Okay. What are we wearing?”

“We were on a dinner cruise and fell overboard, so I’m in a little black dress and you’re wearing a white dress shirt and pants, but we take them off because they’re soaked. Now I’m in a bra and thong.” She smiled, but her eyes remained closed. “You’re going commando.”

“Figures,” he murmured, sitting down again, now completely naked. He leaned back in the executive desk chair, wrapping one fist around his shaft, and with his other hand, retrieving a few condoms he’d stashed in the drawer with a few other items. “Go on.”

“We thought the island was deserted, but it’s not.” Her voice had gotten raspier…sexier…lustier. “You make a fire, and instead of attracting a rescue, natives find us. They’re mad we invaded their island and take us back to their camp at spear point. The only way they’ll let us go is if we make a sacrifice to their god.”

Chuckling, he dragged his fist up and down his dick, slow and steady, feeling the rough callouses against smooth flesh. Devil Dog hadn’t been kidding—story time was fucking incredible and they had just gotten started. “What kind of sacrifice?”

“We have to have sex on their altar, in front of everyone.
Mmmm
. But before that happens, I have to lay on the altar and be prepared by them.”

“I like this.” And so did she. Her breathing had increased even more and her hand was moving faster. Groans escaped her as her legs and hips fidgeted in the chair. “Keep going. How do they prepare you?”

“Th-they all have to touch me. Four or five at a time. And all over. My breasts. My ass. My pussy. Legs, arms, everywhere.”

“Just the men, or are the women involved, too?”

“Both. Oh, God.
Um
…a dozen hands are touching me, all at once. Stroking me. They move me, so my head falls over the edge of the altar. Your standing there and they tell you to put your hard cock in my mouth and fuck it.”

“Shit, that’s fucking hot.” Deciding to get into the fantasy, he got to his feet and walked toward her, rolling on a condom along the way. “Keep going, baby. Start moving that vibe faster.”

“I’m sucking you off. My pussy is throbbing as someone fucks it with their fingers. More fingers are fucking my ass. Two mouths are sucking my breasts.” Her one-handed grip on the recliner above her head tightened. “There’s no part of my body that isn’t being touched by someone. I don’t…I don’t know where I stop and everyone else begins. Oh, fuck me, please!”

Marco dropped to the floor and knelt between her legs. He licked her inner thighs and she jolted and gasped, obviously not expecting it. Her groans increased as he trailed one hand up her torso and found the clamp strings, tugging them lightly. She was close, but he wanted to be the one to send her over. Taking the vibe from her pussy, he replaced it with his mouth, then alternated licking her folds and flicking her clit with his tongue.
Fuck, she was delicious
. “Come for me, Butterfly.”

He impaled her with his stiffened tongue and she shattered. Screaming, she came in his mouth and rode wave after wave of the intense orgasm to completion. But he didn’t give her a chance to recover. Jerking her hips, he brought her to the edge of the chair and lined his cock up with her slit. She was gazing at him through heavy eyelids. With one thrust of his hips, he entered her and saw stars as her moist heat surrounded him. “Fuck! Baby, you feel incredible. So fucking hot.”

He slowly withdrew and then slammed back into her. Again. And again. On the next pass, when his pelvis struck her clit, she went over the edge for the second time. His eyes rolled back in his head as her channel spasmed around him and her cries of release reached his ears. Increasing his pace, he fucked her…harder, faster. If he died right now, it would be with a smile and a look of ecstasy on his face. A bolt of electricity shot from his spine to his heavy balls. One more thrust and he held himself deep within her, shouting as he shot his cum in multiple streams into the latex barrier. When his orgasm finally began to recede, he dropped his head on her chest. They both heaved for oxygen. “I…holy shit…damn, woman. I think…that was even better…than the first time we were together.”