A Kink in Her Tails (7 page)

“So if I told you I wanted your mouth on me?”

“I’d tell you to stand in front of me.”

She saw his cock jump at her words and grinned to herself. He’d always been a sucker for her sucking.

“And if I told you I wanted to turn those buttocks of yours rosy with a couple of whacks from Matilda?”

“I’d roll over and ask you where you wanted me.”

Simon swallowed some obstruction in his throat.

“And if I told you that you were to marry me?”

“I’d…” Eve stopped short as the meaning of his words made it through to her sexually clogged brain.

“Simon…” she breathed, hardly daring to look at him.

He stood, all gleaming leather and chest. Damn him, he’d even undone the top button of his pants. He knew she loved that, being able to see a little of his abdomen and be teased by the promise of more to come.

“If I tell you that you agree to marry me, right here, right now. Or I turn and walk out of this apartment and your life forever.”

“Forever?” she moaned.

“Forever.” Simon folded his arms across his chest and stared at her, as if daring her to live up to her promise.

“Then yes. I’ll marry you.” Eve gulped. “Whenever and wherever you want.” Simon choked out a gasp and reached for her. “Thank God.” He pulled her up onto her knees and crushed her adorned breasts to his naked chest.

“Thank God,” he groaned, rubbing his body over hers and pulling her hands up and away from them with the chain.

“Oh thank God, Eve,” he whispered.

His lips met hers in a kiss that promised eternity together. It was warm and loving and possessive and Eve sank into it with her heart and her soul.

Then it turned sensual.

His lips opened wide, devouring hers and his tongue thrust hungrily into her mouth, asking for no favors, simply demanding what he now knew was his.

She gave it to him. And returned it tenfold.

Their tongues dueled as their mouths separated and met again, eating at each other in their rising need.

Simon’s hands slid down to her naked buttocks and he squeezed and pulled and kneaded, slipping fingers beneath the thong and tugging it, making it cut into her pussy and heighten her already growing arousal.

His fingers crept between her thighs, finding her juices running freely. He stroked and the moan she’d been holding back escaped from her throat.

With a wrench, Simon pulled back, a wicked grin on his face.

“Well, now that we’ve settled that, let’s discuss this whole slave-master thing, shall we?” Eve shivered. “Okay,” she answered, her heart pounding. Damn. She was going to
marry
this man.

Simon pulled her off the bed and stood her up, kicking the other high heel away from her.

He stepped back, surveying her body and bringing a blush to her cheeks. And a few other places.

She knew her nipples were taut from his kisses, and that her honey was leaking down between her thighs. She couldn’t begin to imagine the lascivious picture she must present with her collar and cuffed hands, her wet leather thong and the scent of her arousal filling the air around them.

Simon’s hands slipped to the waistband of his pants, and then paused.

“Your first task, my woman,” he grinned. “Remove my clothing.” Oh boy. He was getting into it now. Eve found herself giggling inside. This could be fun.

She awkwardly brought her cuffed hands to his groin, managing to stroke the long bulge beneath the leather as she did so.

He flinched, and bit his lip.

Hah. Take that. No wait, she was supposed to be the submissive one here. Internally, she sighed. She probably wasn’t cut out for a life of bondage and domination. The clothes were cute, but the philosophy kept getting away from her.

Gingerly she undid the rest of the snaps and mumbled her pleasure as his cock exploded from the leather into her waiting hands. She gave it a quick pet before bending to slip his pants down and allow him to step free of them.

“Well done, woman.” Simon’s face was slightly flushed. “Now.” He tipped his head to one side as he surveyed her subservient pose. The one she’d practiced in front of the mirror.

The one that said, “Master, I’m here to do your bidding.” She had actually managed to hold it for more than twenty seconds without snickering. He’d better hurry up because they were approaching eighteen seconds, and she didn’t think she could go for the record this evening. Not with all that luscious man in front of her.

“On your knees,” he said, clearing his throat of some obstruction.

Willingly she knelt before him. She loved his body, and his cock and the scent of man and leather that radiated from him.

“Love me with your mouth, Eve,” he whispered. “Please?”

“No need to ask, my master,” she answered, flashing him a rapid smile. His indrawn breath was reward enough as she opened her mouth wide and took just the head of his cock into its wet warmth.

She slipped her cuffed hands up and rested the palms on his thighs, allowing the chain that locked them together to lift his balls slightly. She dug her nails into his muscles and slipped her mouth down his cock as far as she could go, sucking him back into her throat further than she’d ever done before.

His gasp and shudder shocked her, and sent a thrill of pleasure through her. Truly, pleasing him was pleasing her. His grunts of delight were turning her on even more, and she knew that her thighs were wet and her breasts on fire for him.

He slipped his hand into her hair and watched her. Their eyes met and a shiver crossed Eve’s body. His heart was in his gaze and it was burning. For her.

“Enough, my woman. I don’t wish to end this yet,” he groaned.

“You lie to your slave, master,” she teased. “But I am yours to command.”

“To the bed. On your stomach. I wish to remove this garment and survey what is mine…” Oh yeah. He was
really
getting into it now, thought Eve with a grin.

She turned obediently and was about to clamber up on it when his hands at her waist stopped her.

“Right there, slave. Bend over the bed for my pleasure.” His hand placed a firm and juicy slap on her naked buttock and she jumped, partly from surprise and partly from a flush of arousal.

Well. Wasn’t that interesting?

She leaned down, letting her belly and breasts rest on the high bed. Simon eased her cuffed hands above her head and stretched her beneath him.

He was hot, so hot she could feel the waves of arousal radiating from his body.

He pulled back as he settled her the way he wanted her.

“Mmmm. This is excellent, slave. You are truly a perfect specimen.” The bedding muffled her snort.

She felt him bend to her and then jumped as he ran his tongue down her spine to her thong.

His fingers caught at the leather and dragged it roughly from her, lifting her legs and freeing her of the constricting garment. She was left with her thigh high hose.

His hands splayed over her buttocks, pulling them apart, fondling them, squeezing them, and occasionally placing a firm slap on them.

“Do you like that, slave?” he asked.

“Ooooh God,” she groaned, writhing with the pleasure of it. Another slap followed.

“You must answer, my woman.”

“Yes, master, yes. Oh God, I love it when you do that, it tingles and burns, and ooooh…” Her answer earned her another firm slap, this time lower and closer to her pussy. She moaned at the warmth and sensitivity that his punishment aroused her.

She yelped as his tongue suddenly licked her stinging buttocks, and his mouth nipped her, marking her, branding her with his teeth.

“God Eve, you make me so…” Simon muttered something unintelligible as she felt his cock touching her hot buttocks.

“Tell me, my master,” she urged, moaning and doing her best to open her legs and invite him in.

“You make me want to lose myself in you. I do lose myself in you. It’s wonderful,” he panted, rubbing himself harder against her and using his cock to smear her moisture all over her.

“Simon, master, please…please…”

Her hands scrabbled against the bed linens as his hands slipped around and found her clit.

“What, slave, what do you want?”

“I want what you want, master. I want to give you pleasure.”

“Why?” Simon pulled her clit, making her sob and grind herself against his fingers.

“Because I’m your slave. Because…because…dear God, Simon…” She cried out as his fingers teased her unmercifully.

Simon pulled back slightly and reached for the bedside drawer.

He froze.

“Eve. Where’s the box of condoms?” The frantic sound of his voice would have amused Eve if she hadn’

t been trembling on the brink of her own inner explosion.

“We don’t need them anymore, Simon.”

* * * * *

“Look,” said Eve, writhing her buttocks against him and driving all rational thought clean out of his head.

“We’ve reached a point here where we have made a commitment. I think it’s time we made another commitment as well.” She stilled for a moment and glanced over her shoulder toward him.

“I knew tonight was going to be special, Simon. It’s been six months now. We’ve both been certified healthy, and when I said I trust you, I mean it. On many different levels. This is one of them.”

“God, Eve, I’ve never…” stumbling over his words, Simon realized how true that was. He’d never, ever, in his entire life, taken a woman without a protective barrier between them. There were some deeds that lust couldn’t excuse.

“Neither have I, Simon. I wanted you to be my first. “ She gulped. “I’m on the pill, so pregnancy isn’t an issue. Not until we want it to be…”

Thoughts and visions whirled chaotically through Simon’s brain.

Images of Eve carrying his child. Visions of sinking himself unprotected into her heat and emptying his balls, flooding her with his seed. Creating life.

“Are you sure?” His whisper was no louder than a sigh, but Eve heard him.

“Yesssss,” she hissed, pressing back against him again in wanton need.

“I have to see you, Eve. Watch you,” he muttered, backing away and roughly flipping her over.

“We can’t do this unless we see each other’s faces. Watch me, Eve, don’t take your eyes off me…” Simon tugged Eve to the very edge of the bed and pressed between her thighs. The black lace clad limbs rose to clasp his hips, and he leaned forward, running his hands over her breasts and keeping his gaze fixed on hers.

“Now, Eve?”

“Now Simon,” she breathed, giving him back look for look.

His cock found her cunt, hot, wet and ready for him.

With a steady movement he slid himself into her body.

They both stilled.

“Oh wow,” she crooned, tightening her thighs against him.

“Oh wow indeed,” he whispered. “You’re so hot against me. Like molten lava, like hot silk, like…oh God Eve.”

Words failed him. He could only watch her eyes as he slid out and back in again, amazed at the feel of her flesh welcoming his hard cock, slipping and sliding against it and causing a wonderful friction unlike any he’d ever felt.

Or was it simply that it was Eve? And he was now really touching her? Someplace where no one had touched her before?

His heart swelled and his cock felt like it was a mile long and big around as a telephone pole.

Eve took him all. She pulled him in, time and time again, letting her cunt caress and squeeze him as he thrust deeper and faster into her amazing body. He was awed to find that now he could feel the slightest tremor of her tissues, and all the details of the folds and ridges of her inner landscape.

She moaned as his thrusts started to reach deep within her, and he slid one hand down to find her clit.

A gasp of sheer delight told him he’d found his target.

Pulling and teasing the tender nubbin, Simon proceeded to set Eve on fire in just the way he knew she liked.

There was no more Master and Slave, there was only Simon and Eve and the pleasure of what they did to each other.

Eve’s ankles were locked around Simon’s buttocks and Simon’s cock was thrusting into her body, bringing them both to the brink of joy.

Simon stopped, seconds from exploding.

“I love you, Eve Bentley. Thank you for this…”

Eve blinked, but didn’t withdraw her gaze from his. “I love you too, Simon Austen. And if you don’t move within five seconds from now, I will kill you.”

Simon’s grin turned into a grimace of arousal as he plunged deep, deeper into Eve and made her dreams come true.

She screamed as his body pounded against her clit and started a wave of orgasmic pleasure that Simon could feel beginning at her toes and working its way upwards.

The muscle contractions within her were incredible, and Simon pressed even deeper, trying to absorb every single spasm with her as she came.

Her undulations along his cock were harsh and rhythmic and within seconds he felt that wonderful burn in his buttocks as his own orgasm began.

Bucking with its force, he buried himself in Eve, balls crushed against her as they emptied.

His cock leapt into her flesh with the force of his climax, and the feel of his cum spurting around her womb was almost more than he could bear.

“Eve!” His strangled scream was followed by a sob of pleasure as he emptied himself for the first time into a woman.

Into Eve.

* * * * *

“Um, Master?”

A snort greeted her words.

“Eve, the whole concept of master and slave just got redefined. Do you realize that the slave is essentially the master of the entire show?”

Eve merely grinned. No way was she going to answer that one. “If you’d be kind enough to release my chains, your slave will continue your pleasure this evening.” There was silence for a moment as Simon considered her words. She really wanted to giggle but suppressed it, even though her heart was overflowing with pleasure, and her body overflowing with Simon’s cum.