“Come here,” he commanded.
I couldn’t move.
“I said. Come. Here.” He took me by the wrist, yanking me between his legs. With his fingers wrapped around my hips, he lowered his head, pressing his face against my stomach.
The move was so unexpected I wasn’t certain how to react. The vibrations between us were stronger than before, so much so my core was completely on fire. I wrapped my arms around his head, rubbing my fingers in his thick hair.
I was so lost in the moment I hadn’t realized he’d slipped one hand under my dress. A warm palm settled on my inner thigh and the heat sent a full-blown shot of electricity directly into my core.
Shuddering audibly, I found myself parting my legs as if giving him permission. There was nothing like the thrum of excitement sweeping through me or the filthy visions that refused to leave me alone.
I should care we were in a public place and whatever staff remained in the restaurant could spy on us, but I just didn’t.
As he brushed his fingers along the inside of my thigh until he reached my panties, I threw my head back. Half laughing, I tried to focus on the ceiling, but it was a fade to black moment. I was gently tugged forward as he used his other hand to untie the sash on my dress.
Now I knew why he’d chosen a wraparound. When he’d untied the second string placed against my waist, he pulled the material away.
Breathing in deeply, he lifted his head, his eyes much darker than before. He rolled his fingers along the thin elastic of my lace thong while squeezing my side with the other. Just the way the rough pad of his thumb shifted back and forth across my skin kept my mind buzzing.
Everything about the look in his eyes made me more excited than I’d been in a very long time.
Then he spoke and all hell broke loose in my mind.
“Make no mistake, Halle. Tonight I will fuck you and yes, I will break you.”
[divider]
Alexsey
No woman had driven me to such a point in a very long time.
If ever.
While I’d planned on playing something for her on the piano, the choice had been made at the last minute. I had no idea why, but seeing her reaction had snapped something deep within me. A tether I’d had on both my emotions and desires. All I could think about was consuming every inch of her luscious body.
Halle didn’t try to resist when I rubbed my hands up her sides to the material hugging her shoulders. Very gently, I eased the dress away, pulling her forward to allow gravity to take it to the floor. Now seeing her in a vibrant purple lacy bra and thong was enough to destroy what control I thought would be easy around her.
Nothing with her was easy. Not one thing.
She issued a slight moan and everything else but tasting her was tossed aside. The woman was bold, even irritating, but I’d loved every minute of bantering with her.
Now I owned her.
Flat out.
There was no turning back.
Her eyes moved from mine to my mouth. She dragged her tongue across her bottom lip and I’d realized she did so when she was nervous.
Figuring that out only made me want to unravel her that much more.
I’d never been this turned on.
My cock was aching.
My balls were so tight I found it difficult to breathe.
I rubbed my hands on the insides of her thighs and she involuntarily opened her legs even wider. I pressed a few heated, wet kisses against her stomach while driving one hand between her legs.
Her soft, ragged moan was a sweet reward.
She raked her fingers through my hair, smiling as she did. I adored the way her breasts rose and fell every time she took a breath.
I fingered the elastic of her thong while rubbing the flat of my other hand back and forth across her pussy. The scent of her desire wafted between us and she bit her bottom lip as she peered down at me.
There was no doubt what she was thinking or feeling, her hunger as evident as mine.
When I pressed my thumb against her clit through the material, she tugged on my hair. The way she was tangling her fingers was a powerful aphrodisiac and the dominant side of me rushed to the surface.
I yanked her panties aside so I could rub my thumb around her already swollen bud. She was so wet, juice slickening her skin. I licked my lips in appreciation, enjoying every moment of the crazed expression on her face. The way her body vibrated to the intimate touch kept my cock fully aroused. She even tossed her head from side to side, pressing her hand against her mouth as if trying to mask a moan.
The evil man inside of me wanted her to scream out my name.
That would come with time.
She was taking shallow breaths, her eyes glassy. Just seeing her hunger exposed and her nipples poking through the thin lace of her bra kept a smile on my face. I slowly peeled her thong down her hips. She placed her elbows on the piano, arching her back. Now her eyelashes skimmed across the shimmer of her cheeks.
She was perfect in every way.
I carefully eased the material from her feet, tossing it aside and stood, using my foot to push the piano bench further away. When I did, she opened her eyes. Her chest continued to rise and fall, her eyes pinned on me when I reached around to the clasp of her bra.
A short laugh escaped her mouth when I managed to unfasten it quickly. She slid one strap down then the other, licking her bottom lip to tease the hell out of me.
It was driving me crazy, so much so if I didn’t free my dick soon, the pain would become unbearable.
I held her bra out to the side, issuing a slight growl before dropping it away. Now she stood completely naked in front of me and I simply remained still for a few seconds, basking in her beauty.
I cupped both breasts, squeezing while the smile on her face turned lurid. I could almost read her lewd thoughts and had been able to tell what she’d been thinking all through dinner.
Even though she’d tried to hide her thoughts and emotions from me.
Using just my thumbs, I swept them back and forth across her nipples. They were already tight little pebbles and I could instantly tell they were sensitive to my touch. They were the perfect shade of rose; I couldn’t help myself and indulged by pulling one into my mouth.
Why was it that every taste from her lips to her skin was sweet while the vixen inside was anything but? Another throb of my cock reminded me I was aching to be inside of her.
But I remained somewhat indulgent, rolling my lips to her other breast, sucking for a few precious seconds. As soon as I pulled back, I pinched her taut bud.
“Ouch.” Her voice was gravelly. She blinked several times and I couldn’t help but notice the corners of her mouth were upturned.
At that moment I reminded myself that she was a bad girl and I had made her a promise.
So I turned her around to face the piano and she tossed her head over her shoulder, laughing nervously.
“What are you doing?”
“What I promised you. I’m punishing you for running into a fire to save a man you didn’t even know.”
“I know him now,” she cooed.
I laughed and unfastened my belt. “No, sunshine. You don’t. Not even a little.”
She gripped the edge of the piano, staring at me incredulously.
But she wasn’t saying no.
In fact, the look in her eyes provided proof that I’d been right about her wants. Her needs. Only she’d yet to allow herself to enjoy embracing what she’d always wanted to be exposed to.
Domination.
I was electrified as I tugged the leather strap free, taking several steps away, curious as to if she’d try to stop me from proceeding.
Other than glancing toward the kitchen door, she didn’t move. Seconds later the tempting vixen spread her legs open, arching her back.
Her pretty pink pussy lips were fully exposed and it was almost impossible to take my eyes off the glisten on her thighs.
But I did.
I took my time folding the belt, even smiling from the excitement. It had been a long time since I’d enjoying controlling a woman and her needs. Including discipline. She was special. She was exactly what I’d been craving, but had determined I would be unable to find.
When I rubbed the belt down her spine, she shuddered audibly. The moment was electric.
I rolled the edge between her legs, savoring every sound she made. But my hunger was getting to the uncontrollable point. I’d need to fuck her soon or face more agony.
As soon as I cracked the belt across her bottom, she tossed her head back. Now she was staring out the window toward the Vegas strip, and I could tell she was trying to convince herself this wasn’t a good idea.
The naughty side of her was winning.
I brought the belt down twice more, waiting as her entire body tensed, her breathing becoming labored.
Yet she didn’t try to stop me.
With a hard snap of my wrist that forced a tiny moan from her voluptuous lips, I gave her four more. Now my breathing was ragged as a rush of adrenaline kicked in.
I rubbed the tips of my fingers from one side of her buttocks to the other. Her skin was hot to the touch. With another crack of the belt, she pushed up from the piano, holding herself aloft as if accepting the harsh punishment.
My patience was wearing thin. I brought the strap across her upper thighs and almost instantly my nostrils were filled with another burst of her raging desire.
After taking a deep breath, I slipped my huge hand between her legs, cupping her mound. Dear fucking God, she was wet. Instantly my fingers were slickened. Just rubbing my hand up and down a few times had my palm soaking wet. And the scent was divine, musky yet sweet.
I couldn’t wait to drive my tongue deep into her tight channel.
“You can stop now,” she whispered.
“Have you learned your lesson?” I rolled my finger around her clit several times before pinching the tender tissue.
She moaned in response, closing her eyes instantly. “I’ll never go into a burning building to save you again.”
“Good to know, but I don’t believe you.” As soon as I pulled my hand free, she jutted her hips backward. “And I’ll decide when your spanking is finished.” This time when I smacked the strap against her skin, she kicked up one leg, growling at me as if that would be encouragement to stop.
It wasn’t.
I delivered three more just for good measure, mostly because my body was primed with tension. Her gasps were music to my ears. Caressing her skin brought another wave of heat tickling my senses. After I turned her around, she pressed her hands against my chest. Just the way she kneaded my skin was exciting.
She had a way of making me feel more alive than I’d experienced in one hell of a long time.
I lifted her onto the top of the piano, gently lifting her legs.
Her lips were pursed.
Her breathing skipping beats.
And she remained glassy eyed, which I found particularly hot.
As I bent her knees, opening her legs and easing them to the piano’s surface, she laid down. Just watching how she carefully stretched her arms out was delightful. She carefully avoided the champagne, laughing softly to herself as if at some private joke.
I yanked the piano bench closer, sitting down quickly. I was finished with waiting, my hunger off the charts.
So I didn’t hesitate, lowering my head and immediately pressing my lips against her wetness.
“Oh, fuck me.” She jerked up by a few inches, her entire body stiffening.
“Relax, little sunshine.” I couldn’t help making a shushing sound.
“Around you it’s impossible.”
“Then just do as I tell you.” I swirled my tongue around her clit. Yes, the taste of her was sweet with a hint of tang. Just like cherries.
“As in obey you?”
“Yes, at all times.”
Her laugh was subtle and she lolled her head to the side. “I don’t obey anyone.”
“We’ll see about that.” After blowing across her wetness, I buried my face into her pussy, immediately driving my tongue past her swollen folds. I brushed my fingers along the crease of her bottom and she immediately stiffened.
The draw to her was powerful, leaving me aching all over from the tension in my muscles. She gasped when I thrust a single finger beside my tongue. Jesus, she was so tight.
I added a second and third finger, taking my time pumping deep inside. The way she moved, constantly arching her back and every sound she made helped me realize she didn’t want me to be gentle with her.
Good, because I had no intentions of doing so.
Just sucking on her clit was enough to drive me crazy. I continued thrusting deep inside her tight snatch, loving every minute of her sweet juice trickling into my mouth.
Every inch of her skin was covered in goosebumps, highlighted by the tiny LED lights in the high ceiling in the room. The illumination of her beautiful body was spectacular, every inch of her shining.
How could a woman be such a pain in my ass, yet so enticing at the same time?
Panting, I could tell she was close to climaxing. I added a fourth finger, flexing them open as I continued sucking on her clit. Her body started to shake and my actions became rougher.
God, the taste of her was all consuming.
I kept my eyes pinned on her, growling while I feasted as if I were some king. Her juice slipped down the back of my throat and I couldn’t seem to get enough.
Her mouth opened, a sweet and perfect O reflecting the moment.
Her voice was a whisper. “Fuck me. Oh, yes. Yes.”
As her body began to convulse, I basked in the moment as she allowed herself to fall into pure ecstasy, her moans louder than before.
Refusing to let go, I ate her until she was tossing her head from side to side.
“Hot. So fucking hot,” she muttered.
I pressed kisses on one inner thigh then the other. “Oh, yeah, baby?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You need me to cool you off?”
“Yes.” The single word was whispered followed by a subtle, sultry laugh.
As soon as I eyed the glass of champagne, a wicked thought rolled into my mind. “Then I’ll help you cool off.”
Grabbing the full flute, I threw her a grin just before pouring the bubbling liquid around her belly button and the length of her hot. Wet. Pussy.
[divider]
Halle
Holy fuck!
As the nearly frigid champagne was poured directly on my tender pussy, my core flooded with heat. The moment was explosive.
Panting, I jerked up from the piano, trying with everything I had to stifle a scream. I certainly didn’t want the restaurant staff to come running.
I hadn’t known what to expect for the night. Granted, our hard bickering and bantering had been active flirting, but I never would have suspected something so… So carnal.
Before I had a chance to recover, Alexsey dropped his head once again, ready to take up where he’d left off in feasting on me.
Only where he’d been a bit gentler before, the gloves were now off and he was growling and slurping up the champagne.
All while my body was twisting and I was panting. The dual sensations were insane, his rough actions keeping me on the same edge of ecstasy.
I raked my hand through my hair, biting my lower lip to keep from making a single noise.
He was making enough for both of us, every noise like that of a wild animal who’d escaped.
And I loved every second of it.
My blood sizzled.
My breath was caught.
My mind was in a thick haze, enjoying the wild and crazy experience that I never wanted to end.
He pressed my knees against the piano as he’d done before, only this time his fingers were digging into my skin possessively.
Stars were floating in front of my eyes and I couldn’t stop panting.
Or laughing nervously.
He had that powerful of an effect on me. But I was letting go.
Because he’d commanded me to do so.
Every brush of his fingers felt so good.
Every skip of his scalding breath more incredible than the one before.
I was so sensitive yet still so turned on that when the scruff of his light stubble created friction, the roar of sheer bliss occurred again.
There was no holding back with the man. I was simply putty to his touch.
He’d spanked me. At first, I’d been shocked.
The blasts of pain had almost been too much.
But not only had I felt sheer ecstasy with the act of discipline, I’d fallen into a strange place where I wanted to obey him. How in God’s name had that occurred?
“Oh, God. You’re going to make me… Oh, my.”
As soon as another even more powerful orgasm thrashed my body, I jerked up almost to a sitting position. I’d never felt an orgasm this powerful.
He lifted his gaze and I could tell even through his lips and half his face were pressed into my wetness that he was grinning.
Loving every minute of driving me absolutely insane.
He refused to stop, holding me in place, even dragging my butt to the very edge of the piano so he could feast to his heart’s desire.
My breathing hitched up.
My entire body trembled.
His tongue pressed inside of me, driving me to the very precipice then pulling back.
The man knew he was driving me nuts but refused to stop. I was panting hard, like a dog in heat, the sound getting louder every few seconds.
Was he doing this on purpose, turning me into a wild woman?
Of course he was.
My body jerked, but he pushed me down, holding me in place. I slapped my hand across my mouth and tossed my head from side to side.
“Stop. Just… Oh, please.” What the hell was I saying? “I mean don’t stop. I just need more.”
“You do, huh?” he gritted out.
“Yes.”
“Then tell me what you need.”
“You.” With unfocused eyes, I peered down at him.
“Not good enough.” He licked his lips then pulled away, studying me with all the ferocity of a lion.
“What? Really?” Was he kidding me?
“Tell me exactly what you want or you won’t get it.”
Huffing, I almost decided to push his buttons, but the hard clench of my pussy and the extreme heat rushing from my core knocked some sense into me. “Fuck me.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
I’d be damned if he didn’t decide to tease me and make my mouth water at the same time by rolling his hand down his chest and slowly wrapping it around his cloth-covered cock. Which was straining against his trousers.
He stroked it.
Several times.
Holy shit. Even through the fabric I could tell he was huge. As in filling my entire mouth huge.
I was even more aroused.
“Then you’re going to need to ask nicely.”
The look on his face alone made me want to slap him and laugh at the same time. I jerked up even more, giving him a hard, cold stare. “Pretty please, will you fuck me and don’t make it gentle. I need you to be rough and unforgiving.”
“Don’t worry. Everything I do is rough.”
Dear God, all I could think of at that moment was being allowed to see him. All of him. I wasn’t interested in waiting.
Yet Alexsey wasn’t the kind of man to take orders from a woman.
But I tried anyway.
“Take them off,” I said as I rose onto my elbows.
“What’s that?” he grinned and rose to his feet, cocking his handsome head as he placed his hand on the button of his trousers.
“Your pants.”
“Not going to happen. I don’t take orders from a lady.”
“No fair.”
Every time he grinned, his entire face looked even more powerful.
And dominating.
“Nothing in life is fair, little sunshine.” He unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. Then he hesitated, locking eyes with mine for a few seconds while keeping two fingers wrapped around the zipper.
I cocked my head. “You’re terrible.”
“Mmm… Yes, I am.”
Very slowly he pulled the material of his trousers to the side and I was allowed to see his black boxer shorts. The material was straining, barely able to keep his cock covered.
I tried to be patient, but that wasn’t a virtue that I’d been graced with.
He toyed with me for a few seconds later, his overt actions making every muscle in my body tense.
Then he finally pulled his dick free.
And I was absolutely thrown into a momentary state of beautiful shock.
He was perfect.
Even larger than I’d thought. Even the dim lighting couldn’t hide how his hard shaft was throbbing or how fat the veins were on the sides.
My core clenched and I was breathless.
Another smile crossed his face as he sat back down onto the bench. “You like what you see?’
“Uh-huh.”
“Then you’ll like it better inside of you. That is what the lady wanted. Correct?”
“Oh, fuck, yes.” Dear God, his cockhead was already slathered in pre-cum.
That I wanted so much to drag my tongue through.
He pulled me down, forcing me to straddle his cock. The tormenting bastard held me just aloft.
“Fuck me,” I blurted out.
“Patience.” His growl was heated, but I was panting so much I almost didn’t hear him. When he rolled the tip of his shaft up and down my pussy, I couldn’t help moaning.
“Don’t make me wait. Please.”
“Since you put it that way and so nicely, I won’t.” He brought me down, thrusting the entire length inside.
“Oh…my,” I managed to utter as a series of white-hot sensations tore through me.
He was so thick.
So wide.
My pussy muscles immediately clenched around the thick invasion while I panted in response to being filled by his cock.
The pressure was intense. I lifted my head, staring into his eyes. They were so soulful, so full of lust.
He shifted me on his lap, fisting the back of my hair and tilting my head.
With the fingers of his other hand digging into my hip, he lifted me off, keeping just the tip inside. With the same wry smile on his face, he yanked me down, grinding himself into me.
The sensations were amazing, so electric that I was barely able to catch my breath.
With every pulse, my body became even more sensitive, my nipples tingling from his earlier rough touches.
But I loved every minute of him manhandling me.
Lifting my legs, I squeezed my knees against his hips, rocking against him. With his tight hold on my hair, I could barely move. He wanted full control of me, taking me exactly as he pleased.
The wild moment continued and he held my gaze for a heartbeat. My pulse raced, my mind spinning with just how amazing this felt.
He allowed me to feel the effects of being in control, but only briefly.
Using his strong thigh muscles, he regained total power over me, lifting me with one hand, bringing me down time and time again.
I’d never felt so full, or so naughty. Being inside the restaurant at the top of the city was truly a wondrous aphrodisiac. He could do anything he wanted to me and he knew it.
He yanked on my hair, wrapping his fingers around the long strands and forcing my back into a deep arc.
I lost my privilege of seeing him.
But not feeling his hot breath as he dropped his head.
Or the sensations of his wet tongue as he dragged it under my earlobe.
Or the quick hit of pain when he bit down, growling as he did.
He continued the exploration with his tongue, brushing it under my jaw and downward until he was able to engulf one nipple into his hot mouth.
The man proved he could do two things at once, both equally powerful.
He continued pumping into me while he swirled his tongue around my hardened bud.
Soon, he was bobbing me up and down on his lap, his actions forceful yet controlled. With every brutal thrust of his cock, he stretched me even more.
My pussy had never ached this way, had never been so filled.
I was dancing on air, so lightheaded thinking was clearly an impossibility.
He moaned in a deep guttural way against my skin and I shivered from the slight vibrations. Being so lost in the freedom of enjoying myself was incredible.
With every brutal pound, I was brought closer to another moment of sheer nirvana. He wasn’t ready to stop, rolling his lips to my other nipple. He bit down hard enough I yelped, but the pain, just like when he’d spanked me, was incredible.
The savage fucking continued. Beads of perspiration trickled down both sides of my face, but his sweat was dripping down my chest.
He finally released his hold on my hair and as soon as I lifted my head, I could tell he was straining. Trying to keep from orgasming.
I pressed my hands against him, longing to be able to run my fingers along his naked chest. Yet even though he was still wearing his shirt, I could tell his muscles were flexing with every brutal thrust.
We kept our eyes locked on each other as he rubbed his hand down my back.
Slowly.
Gently.
Possessively.
The moment was sweeter than before, but the meaning remained the same. He was making good on his promise to break down all my defenses. One. By. One.
Seconds later his face pinched, his shoulders hunching over and I could tell he was ready to lose all sense of control.
Every inch of my body buzzed as he thrust long and deep, the entire time his jaw clenching as he did everything in his power to hold on.
But it was a losing battle.
Another rush of sensations tore from one to the other as he erupted deep inside, filling me with his seed.
Nothing had prepared me for how much I enjoyed the moment or his complete dominance.
And something told me that this was just the beginning.