The hotel suite was silent as Imogen stepped in. She paused and watched Kane remove his tuxedo jacket and rest it on the back of the sofa. He’d changed from the black velvet one as they’d left the club, explaining that it was Sub Space rules that gold star jackets remained on the premises.
She glanced toward her bedroom, then over at the room Kane had used to shower and change. The place was so huge, so extravagant, but right now she’d happily be in a small, standard room with only one bed so there’d be no question about them sharing. Because if she didn’t get some relief soon from the frustration growing deep in her belly she was sure she’d go mad.
All the way back in the limo she’d thought about what she’d seen—the spanking, the pale female skin turning red, the men pleasing their women, mastering them, wringing sublime orgasms from them.
She imagined Kane there. In that role. Performing, satisfying his urges, sating his desires. But she didn’t think of the women he was with, she only saw herself there, bent over for him, legs spread for him, her arms reaching for him.
She kept her focus on him now as he turned up the cuffs on his shirt, three neat rolls on each sleeve. He did it in that controlled way of moving he had, unhurried, very precise. The low lights created heavy shadows on his features and in the vertical creases on his shirt. Behind him, through the huge windows, New York twinkled and seemed to create a glow for him to bask in. Halo-like—but she now knew that he was no angel.
Imogen shifted on her heels. Her feet were aching a little. The flesh between her legs was aching a lot.
“Please, allow me,” Kane said. He dropped to one knee.
He took her left foot in his hand. “Your feet are starting to complain, I’m sure. These boots are new.”
“Er, yes.” Imogen rested her hand on his shoulder, absorbing the hardness of his body beneath the material of his shirt. “A bit.”
Very gently, Kane wriggled the shoe section of the boot then slowly, oh so slowly, slid it off, revealing her leg. Once that boot was set aside, he repeated the process with the other one.
He stood, uncurling his spine and smoothing the material at his groin.
Imogen watched him straighten. He was once again taller than her and she felt small in her bare feet next to him.
“I’m sure the senior partners at Coutts would have a fit to see one of their most valued clients on his knees removing my boots,” she said.
“Coutts’ senior partners are a million miles away,” Kane said. He reached behind his neck and undid his bow tie. It slid from beneath the collar and he tossed it aside so it landed next to his jacket.
“Yes, I suppose they are.”
“Everyone and everything is a million miles away.” He spoke in a low, husky whisper. “There’s only us, Imogen. Nothing else exists at this moment in time.”
“I like that thought.” She pulled in a deep breath. The dress suddenly felt tight and restrictive. “I like it a lot.”
“It’s that blankness many subs strive for,” he said, glancing at her breasts as they pushed forward with her breaths, the lace of the corset straining. “They enjoy letting go of all responsibility, and only the physical existing. Real life worries fade away. It’s a break from normality and the daily grind. It’s a place that calls to them.”
Imogen remembered the willing surrender of the women at the club, at the total lack of control and the awe-inspiring trust they had in the men playing their bodies like fine instruments. “I think I can understand that now.” She reached for her collar. Standing so close to Kane with him looking at her with such intensity was making her hot, as was thinking of the club. She had the urge to fidget, though didn’t dare risk breaking the spell.
“Please,” he said. “Leave that on. For a little while longer.”
“Okay.” She took hold of the top bow that held the front of her outfit together. He wanted the collar on, but would he object to her removing the dress? She didn’t think so, but she couldn’t be sure—predictability didn’t go on Kane Ward’s résumé.
But she’d take the chance. For the sake of her sanity, she’d offer him what she thought he wanted, hoped he needed. Even if it meant her ass cheeks got a beating—which didn’t sound like a wholly unpleasant option, even if it was a bit scary.
She tugged and the ribbon slid free.
Kane shut his eyes. His lashes cast shadows on his cheeks.
For a few seconds she thought he would stay that way but then he opened his eyes and stared straight at her. He tipped his chin upward. His expression was stern.
Her heart rate skittered, but Imogen continued to pull the lace, threading it through the eyelets. The dress relaxed around her breasts, and air washed over her cleavage as it was revealed.
“Imogen,” Kane said breathily, with a slight frown marring his brow.
“What?” she asked. Damn, was she reading this all wrong? Well, it was too late now, the dress was coming off. Another few tugs and the straps would slip down her arms and it would pool at the floor around her feet.
“I want you,” he said hoarsely.
He did. Thank God.
“And I want you.” She paused. “And if you need to bend me over, tie me up, hit my backside to get off, then I’m willing to try it.” She would, right now, for him. If it was what he needed.
He reached for her face, his fingers gentle on her cheeks. “Baby,” he whispered, his lips hovering over hers. “I have my kinks, no doubt about that, but not tonight. Not this first time with you.”
She held onto his forearms.
He was tense, the muscles and tendons taut and sinewy.
“But I thought—” she started.
“You thought wrong.” He touched his mouth to hers. It was a gentle, respectful kiss, no tongue, just lips pressing together. He pulled back a fraction and stared into her eyes.
“I did.” She curled her toes on the carpet and was aware of the dress slipping until the straps caught halfway down her upper arms. “I thought wrong?”
“Yes. Because sometimes…” He glanced downward, at her breasts partly exposed now by the gape in her outfit.
“Because sometimes vanilla is the best flavor.” He slid his touch from her face to her shoulders, then to her arms. “Sometimes vanilla is the only flavor that will do, Imogen.”
“No spanking, no bondage. Just us.”
She let out a breath she hadn’t known had trapped itself in her throat. “Okay.” She could handle that. Maybe it would be for the best. This time at least.
She released his arms and allowed the straps to fall. The entire dress landed on the floor. She kicked it aside, aware of her naked breasts swaying as she moved.
He rubbed the tip of his finger over his left eyebrow and stared down at her. He pressed his teeth into his bottom lip.
Imogen forced herself still. All the times she’d fantasized about Kane she’d never envisioned this moment. Wearing nothing but a pair of tiny black knickers in a top-class suite in New York hadn’t entered her imagination. Nor had the thought that he’d be into bondage and floggers.
Yet now it couldn’t be more perfect.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. “Even more so than I thought possible.”
Her nipples were tight, hard peaks and the tiny hairs on her arms prickled. A warmth went through her at his words—he thought she was beautiful.
“Turn around,” he said.
She did as he’d asked. Her line of sight settled on a huge bunch of lilac and cream flowers on a dresser.
“So perfect,” he said quietly. “Your skin. It’s flawless.” He cupped her buttocks. His hands were big and hot and his fingertips sank into the lower curve.
He came closer, his chest touching her back as he drifted his hands over the waistband of her knickers. “Give me strength,” he murmured against the angle of her neck.
“For what?” she asked, reaching up and resting her hand on his stubbled cheek.
“To not take you to the edge tonight.”
“Do whatever you want to me, Kane.” Had she really just said that? To a master from Sub Space. Was she insane?
“I think you should retract that offer immediately.” He kissed her neck, then gave it a sharp bite.
“Ow.” She jumped within his arms.
“Shh, just be careful what you say to me. I’m a mere mortal after all.”
She wriggled a little within his hold and his erection strained at the top rise of her buttocks. “But maybe I could handle it.”
“Maybe you could, maybe you couldn’t. But tonight is not about that, it’s about us.” He kissed down her neck and slipped his caress up her stomach to her breasts. He held their weighty underside and flicked his thumbs over her nipples. “This has been too long a wait.”
Imogen groaned and pressed her palms over his knuckles. She’d been on the edge for what felt like hours and now she needed more, so much more. “I agree, it’s been a long day.”
“I’m not talking about today.” He kissed up her neck, to the shell of her ear.
“No, I’ve been waiting for this for months. Waiting to get my hands on you, touch you, learn everything about you.”
She shut her eyes and let those words settle. Damn, it was exactly how she felt too. “Kane.”
He chuckled and grazed his teeth over her earlobe. “I always knew there was a bad girl in there.”
“Yes, well, I think you’ve tempted her out to play.” Her voice was breathy.
Suddenly he spun her to face him.
She gasped. Her chest mashed against his shirt and his cock strained at her belly as he pulled her close.
“Be careful, baby, you’re playing with a dom.” He rammed his mouth down on hers. His tongue probed between her lips, and as he slanted his head to get a better angle it went deeper, sweeping into her mouth.
Imogen clung to his shoulders and gave as good as she got. She’d been waiting so long for this kiss. This hot, hard, desperate kiss with Kane. The man of her fantasies, the man who was now holding her as if he would never let go.
He stooped and cupped her ass.
Imogen was lifted into the air. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms about his neck. She clung to him. Their kiss didn’t break as he strode toward her bedroom.
The thin strip of material covering her pussy was damp and pressing onto Kane’s clothing. She wanted him naked. So many times she’d imagined his bare torso, and now here she was with barely a stitch on and he was fully dressed. She reached for the top fastened button on his shirt and one-handedly undid it. Time to rectify the situation.
He kept on walking as she undid the next and the next. Once in the bedroom, he tipped her onto the bed. He hovered over her, trapped by her legs still curled about his waist. She pulled at the material on his shirt and yanked it from the waistband of his trousers. With another tug she had it up his back and sliding over his head.
Finally she had a chance to admire Kane’s body. Even though the room was in semi-darkness, she could see that his skin was tanned and his pecs and abs defined. He had a good coating of body hair, which she’d expected as he was so dark and his facial stubble so thick. What she hadn’t expected were three small tattoos just below his right collarbone—small stars, like the ones on his jacket at the club.
She slid her hands over him, caught his nipples beneath her fingers, then smoothed round to his shoulders.
He released a small moan. “Imogen.”
“While I still have some rational thought in my head, I should ask…” He paused and looked down at her breasts.
“Should I? Do I need to wear a condom?” He glanced back up at her face. “I’m clean.”
It hadn’t been what she’d been expecting him to ask. She let her legs slip from the tight grip she had on his waist. “I, er… no. I had a full check a few months ago.”
“And…” He pressed his groin against her pussy and the hard length of his cock rubbed over her panties. “Are we in danger of making any little Kanes and Imogens?” His lips twitched, as if he were holding in a smile.
She caught her breath. “No, no, that’s covered. Pill.” But damn, the thought of having his babies…
“In that case, we should get this show on the road.”
“Yes, take the bull by the horns,” she added.
“Excellent analogy.” He dropped his head and kissed her. As he did so, he maneuvered them both up the bed until her head was on the pillow.
Imogen ran her hands over his buttocks, touching him through his trousers. Damn, why was he still wearing clothes? “Take these off,” she said. “Now.”
“Bossy little thing, aren’t you,” he said, ducking and taking her right nipple into his mouth. He massaged her other breast, tweaking and teasing, scooping the flesh into his palm.
Imogen shut her eyes and ran her hands over his hair. So many times she’d dreamed of touching him, having him touch her, and now it was happening.
He spread his kisses downward, over her navel and to her lower abdomen, his hands spanning her waist, his thumbs stroking her skin.
She fisted the sheet and watched as he kissed her mound over her panties. He lingered and breathed deep, as though taking in her aroused scent.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said, slipping his fingers into the elastic of her underwear. “Or how difficult this is for me.”
“What do you mean?”
“To fuck. I just want to fuck. Take you to places you haven’t been before.”
“So do it. Take me.”
He shut his eyes for a moment and shook his head. “Give me strength.” He pulled at her knickers, exposing her thin strip of pubic hair and her pussy.
He moved quickly and efficiently, tugged them over her feet, then stood from the bed.
He loomed large through the shadows. He was breathing fast, his wide shoulders shifting up and down. He reached for his belt buckle and undid it, slowly drawing the leather through the loops.
She swallowed and watched it slide free.
He twisted the buckle end around his fist, twice.
Imogen stared at the leather held tight in his hand and the dangling strip that hung down past his knee. Damn, that looked like a pretty good flogging implement.
Is that what he’s going to do?
She clenched her buttocks. Butterflies of nerves alighted in her stomach. He’d said vanilla—had he changed his mind? Was he going to make her ass red and sore, then fuck her?
He was staring at her, just staring at her.
She felt sacrificial, vulnerable… she felt like his.
“Damn it,” he muttered, dropping the belt suddenly. He undid his fly and his trousers loosened. He pushed them off, then slipped his black boxer briefs down his legs.
Imogen wished the lights in the room were on, that she had more than just the glow from the New York skyline. She wanted to see him, all of him.
He stepped to the side of the bed, and she saw his cock in silhouette, jutting up and out from a mass of groin hair.
Fuck, the guy was big, but again, she’d expected that.
As if guessing her thoughts about light, he flicked on the side lamp. A warm radiance filled the room.
“I need to see you,” he said, climbing onto the bed next to her. “Every bit of you.”
Imogen nodded and reached for him. She dragged his warm body close and breathed in the scent of his skin.
He kissed her, his cock nudging against her hip as he stroked her upper body. “I need to know,” he murmured, “what you liked and didn’t like at the club.”
“Is this business talk?” She pulled back and traced her finger over his jawline. “You want to know if I liked the color of the walls?”
“No,” he growled. “I want to know what turned you on. Made you wet…” His caress traveled to her pussy. “Here.” He dipped his finger between her lips and pressed her clit, just lightly.
“Mmm…” Imogen said, “that turns me on.”
“I mean the spanking you saw. How did that make you feel?” He spoke onto her cheek, then kissed up to her temple.
“Hot, sexy, I… liked it.”
He eased through her pussy and found her entrance.
Imogen spread her legs wider, wanting to feel him there, needing penetration. “Oh…” she said on a sigh. “Yes… more…”
“Talk and I’ll give you more.”
Talk, yes, she could do that. “I liked watching the flogging, the woman on the bench, that turned me on. Seeing her strapped down, fucked like that.”
“At the club you said but. I asked if you’d like to be that woman and you said yes but…” He smoothed around her pussy, teasing by not going near her clit or inside her.
“But.” Fuck, she struggled to remember now. Kane touching her was pretty distracting. She shifted her hips, hoping for more.
“What was the but…?” he asked against her ear. “Tell me, but what?”
Ah, now she recalled the words that had been in her head. “But, but I wanted it to be you, Kane, not Master Zen behind me, flogging me, fucking me. I would only do that with you.”
“Oh, perfect answer.” He pushed into her—two long, firm fingers.
Imogen moaned and clenched her internal muscles around the invasion.
“Jesus, you’re so hot and tight,” he said, propping onto his elbow and looking down at her.
“And you’ve got me ready to beg for it,” she managed, reaching for his cock. It was time to get serious.
“Ah, ah, ah…” He shifted away and gave a devilish grin. “Not yet, you must tell me more.”
“About what?” She pouted.
“The club.” He withdrew from her pussy then pushed back in, a slow finger fuck.
Imogen gripped his forearm and felt his muscles tense beneath the skin as he moved. Damn, the guy was hot, a tease for sure, but really hot.
“Tell me about the cross,” he said. “Would you like to be tied to that with me paddling your sexy ass until it’s red and sore?”
“Yes. Yes, I’d try it.” Just the thought sent more moisture to her pussy.
The heel of his hand connected with her clit and produced the dense pressure she’d been craving.
She moaned and clutched him tighter.
“And the butt plug?” he said. “Have you ever tried one?”
He set up a steady rhythm, in and out of her pussy, riding over her clit. An orgasm was buried deep, but his ministrations were tempting it to the surface. She groaned and squirmed; the soft, moist sounds of him easing into her dampness turned her on all the more.
“So you’re an anal virgin?” he whispered.
“Er, yes, I suppose so.” She’d never really thought about anal sex. Never been with anyone who’d suggested trying it.
“How delicious,” he whispered. “To have all that pleasure to come.”
“What about bondage?” he asked, upping the pace of his hand.
“Oh, God.” Imogen tensed her thighs and closed her eyes. He was getting it just right, mounting up the pressure.
“Imogen,” he said sternly. “Bondage. You ever been tied up?”
“Er, no, I mean, yes, once, with a scarf, messing about… not like that…” She paused. An orgasm was approaching.
“Not like what?”
“So seriously, ropes, benches… ah… fuck, I’m going to…”
“You’ve never been strapped down with ropes and handcuffs.”
“No, no… I, God, please, I’m coming…”
“Yes, you may come, come now.” He ratcheted it up a level, fingering her G-spot and rubbing her clit. “Come, baby. I need to see you come.”
“I’m coming now.” She opened her eyes and stared up at him.
He was looking at her with wild intensity, his shoulder shifting as he pumped his fingers into her hard and fast.
Her abdomen tensed and she curled forward, pressing onto him. She gasped as release overtook her. She dug her fingernails into his forearm as pleasure shot from her pussy. Her skin tingled, her cunt spasmed. Still he kept on dragging out her bliss.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said. “I knew you would be.”
“Oh… Kane…” She pushed at his hand—it was so much, too much. “That’s it, please. I need to catch… my breath.”
He slipped his hand from her and she flopped backward and drew her legs together. Aftershocks rippled through her pussy and she moaned with each one.
He caught her face in his damp hand and kissed her, his stubble catching on her chin.
After a moment she pulled back. “You play dirty,” she said, smiling.
“What? Me?” He tweaked her right nipple and drew it to a point.
“Yes, you, Mr. Ward.”
He smiled. “I just have ways and means of getting what I want.”
“And you wanted to find out about my sexual experience to date.”
“I’ve only just scratched the surface of what I want to find out about you, and only just started on the experiences I want to give you.” He leaned down and took her nipple between his teeth. He bit gently then tugged, pulling it to a long, stretched point.
Imogen let out a juddering sigh; the discomfort held dark pleasure. She wanted him to stop, but wanted more.
Kane released her nipple, then applied the same treatment to the other one.
Again she tensed at the pain, but then relaxed into it, let it spread over her breast.
He stopped and a slow smile tugged his lips wide. “It’s time to fuck,” he said.
“Yes.” Her heart was beating wildly—she was desperate to feel him inside her.
She reached for him as he slid over her, his body weight pressing into her slightly. He was all she could see, smell, feel. Had she ever been so overtaken by a man before?
His cock nudged up against her entrance and she spread her legs wider.
“I want you to come again,” he said, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. “I want to feel you come around my dick.”
“Yes, Kane, please…” She wriggled a little, pushing herself onto his smooth cockhead.
He groaned and curled his hips under—entered her an inch.
She gasped. Fuck, he was wide and it had been a while.
He took her some more, kissed her at the same time, his tongue probing the way his cock was.
Imogen shut her eyes and became lost in him. She allowed her pussy to relax as he slipped through her wetness, stretching her and filling her.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” he murmured when he hit full depth. “You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to be buried balls deep in you.” He paused and smoothed her hair from her forehead. “When I’ve seen you in meetings in those tight skirts, hair all neat, fuck, I’ve just wanted to mess you up, make you dirty, make you and your cunt mine.”
His uncharacteristically crass words turned her on even more.
He pulled out then eased back in, covering her clit in hard pressure. “Mmm…” he said on an outward breath, his eyes closing for a moment. “Fucking yeah…”
Imogen wrapped her legs around his waist again, tipped her hips to meet him and felt his cock drive even deeper—the tip pressing on her cervix and creating a deep, dense sensation. She didn’t usually come more than once when having sex, but she was pretty sure it was about to happen. She felt so alive, so at one with him. His desire was electric and his body everything hers needed.
She had a sudden urge to see him, be on top. She shoved at his shoulder and twisted her body.
He fell to the side, a look of surprise on his face, as she went with him, taking the lead.
Without dislodging him from her pussy, Imogen sat astride his hips, with her back straight and breasts jutting forward.
He reached for her nipples, rolled them between his fingers and gave a low chuckle. “You’ve a lot to learn, little lady.”
“I’m sure I have.” She wasn’t too sure what he was referring to, but at that moment all she could think of was how deep his cock was. This new angle had seemingly lodged him higher still, and the sensation tightened her throat and made her skin prickle. She wanted to come again.
She rocked her hips, rubbing her clit onto him. She did it again, and again, picking up speed.
He was staring up at her, his eyes wide, his lips slightly parted.
“Oh, fuck, I’m going to…” she said, tipping her head to the ceiling and shutting her eyes. She flailed her arms as the pressure built.
He caught her hands and linked their fingers. “Yes, come again, let it take you.”
She gripped him, holding on as she picked up the pace, racing for a climax that she had complete control over. She held her breath; it was there, one more…
“Ah… yeah…” she said, bliss spilling over her body and pounding through her pussy.
Suddenly she was in his arms—he’d sat forward and encased her. He shoved his hips upward and buried his face in her neck.
He grunted and dragged her down onto his cock, several hard connections that pushed air from her lungs.
“That’s it…” he said breathlessly, cradling the back of her head and forcing her to look at him. “That’s… fucking… it.” He jerked his hips again, pulled back his lips and wrinkled his nose.
More orgasmic spasms tugged at her pelvis as she was aware of him coming inside her. She kissed him, hard, rode through the ecstasy with him. He was hot, his breaths fast, and his biceps held her pincer-like in his embrace.
In one swift move she was beneath him again.
He thrust into her, a tremor besieging him.
“That was… worth the wait,” she said, kissing his cheek.
He drifted his caress down her waist to her thigh, hooked his hand beneath it and pulled her leg up. “Every bit of you has been worth waiting for.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
“I do.” He withdrew, then pushed back in, sliding through the wetness.
Imogen moaned; she wanted it again. More. Not that she wasn’t satisfied, she was; she just wasn’t sure if she’d ever get enough of Kane Ward. A tremble traveled over her body. He was so edgy and they’d only just started. Where would this journey take her with this man who was both commanding and demanding? One thing she was sure of, he’d take her to places she hadn’t been before, and that knowledge was both thrilling and frightening.
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