What the Heart Desires (Contemporary Erotic Romance) (11 page)

“You say you’re interested in experimenting with BDSM,”
Garrett said.  “We’ll start out slow until I get to know your limits, but for this to truly work, you’re going to need to trust me.  Do you trust me?”

“I…think so.”

Garrett made a face.  “You think so?” he repeated, smirking at the unintended insult.  “Well okay, I guess I’ll have to take what I can get.” 

He stood and waited, looking at Kimberly expectantly.

She felt like a deer caught in headlights. 

Deep down, she knew
Garrett was right.  For her BDSM fantasies to become reality, she’d need to surrender to him.  She’d need to do as he said – within reason, of course.  Getting naked in front of Garrett was scary but it certainly wouldn’t cause her any harm.  There was no legitimate reason why she couldn’t comply.  In fact, facing her own insecurities head on might be liberating.

With a sigh, Kimberly turned around.  “Will you unzip me?”

Garrett was more than happy to oblige.

Kimberly trembled as
Garrett stood behind her and helped her undress.  The sound of the zipper being opened sounded deafening to her.  She froze for a moment and then, with her back still to Garrett, slid the dress over her shoulders and past her hips until it fell to her feet.

She knew he was staring at her ass.  Kimberly was wearing delicate white lacy panties.  She didn’t know why she’d chosen her lingerie with such care.  After all, it wasn’t as though she’d intended on winding up at
Garrett’s hotel with him after dinner – or had she? 

Kimberly knew her ass filled the panties out enticingly.  Despite her own hang-ups about her body, she was well aware that men found her attractive.  Her hips were wide and her ass was full and voluptuous.  The knowledge that
Garrett had an unobstructed view of her panty-clad ass was both alarming and thrilling.

She reached back and unhooked her bra.  Taking a deep breath, she decided to take a risk and attempt to be sexy.  Either she’d take
Garrett’s breath away or make a fool of herself trying…she desperately hoped it wouldn’t be the latter. 

Recalling a move she’d seen in an R-rated movie once, Kimberly removed her bra and cast a seductive look over her shoulder at
Garrett.  He certainly appeared to be enthralled.  She gave him a suggestive wink and then, without warning, tossed her bra over her shoulder at him.

Her aim was excellent.  It hit him squarely on the jaw.

At first, Garrett looked shocked that Kimberly would do such a flirtatious, naughty thing.  She couldn’t blame him; she could hardly believe it herself.  Almost immediately, however, Garrett’s look of surprise was replaced by one of animalistic lust.  “You’re going to pay for that,” he growled playfully, advancing toward Kimberly.

“Hey!” she protested, stopping him dead in his tracks.  “You said you wanted me to undress.  I’m not done yet!  Hold your horses!”

“Fine,” Garrett agreed, backing off.  Then, good naturedly, he asked, “who’s in charge here, me or you?”

That was a good question.  In BDSM play, was the dominant partner ever actually the one in control?  On the surface, yes, but deep down it seemed that the submissive was truly the one with the power.  The submissive, after all, set
s the limits. 

The whole psychology of BDSM fascinated Kimberly.  But now wasn’t the time to ponder the subconscious intricacies of power play. 
Now was the time to give Garrett an eyeful.

As Kimberly worked up her courage, it occurred to her that baring all to
Garrett might just be the most terrifying thing she’d ever done.  She certainly felt vulnerable, particularly because he was still fully dressed.  But there was something sensual about the feeling of vulnerability.  She could feel herself getting excited at the thought of what she was about to do.

Don’t think about it
, the little voice in Kimberly’s head encouraged. 
Just do it
.

Taking a deep breath in an attempt to still her pounding heart, Kimberly turned around to face
Garrett.  Her hands covered her voluptuous breasts – barely.  His eyes travelled up and down her body appreciatively.  Before she could lose her nerve, she dropped her hands to her sides, revealing her soft, perky breasts to the sexy record producer.

When she saw his reaction of pure lust, Kimberly’s vulnerability dissipated.  It was replaced with a feeling of absolute power.  His gaze made her feel like the sexiest woman he’d ever seen. 

Relying on her newfound confidence, Kimberly hooked her fingertips into the sides of her panties.  She paused and waited to catch Garrett’s eye.  He said nothing but the expression on his face told her more than a thousand words ever could.  His need was strong.  He wanted her.

Kimberly slid her panties off slowly.  Once her smooth shaven vulval mound was revealed, her gut reaction was to cover it with her hands to preserve her modesty.  She fought the urge and instead stood there in her naked glory, allowing
Garrett to drink in the sight.

“Get on the bed,” he said, his voice strained sounding. 

Kimberly obliged, well aware that he was watching her plump ass cheeks roll from side to side as she walked.  She climbed onto the bed, lay back on the pillows and put her arms above her head.  Her pulse quickened as Garrett approached her carrying a pair of fuzzy novelty handcuffs. 

This was it.  He was going to tie her to the bed and have his way with her.  She’d imagined this exact scenario many times, usually when her fingers were busy strumming her sex beneath the covers at night.  What Kimberly hadn’t imagined was the complex array of emotions she’d experience.  She felt helpless, naughty, excited, vulnerably, sexy and afraid all at once.  It was overwhelming. 

With a click, Garrett secured Kimberly’s hands to the headboard of the bed.

Then he climbed onto the bed, roughly pushed her thighs apart and positioned himself between them. 

Felix had gone down on Kimberly from time to time, but she’d never seen an expression on his face like the one on Garrett’s.  She had a feeling that Felix had performed oral sex out of a desire to pleasure her rather than a deep seated, animalistic longing.

That was the only way she could describe the glint in
Garrett’s eye.

“Fuck you have a nice pussy,” he growled as he ran his fingertips up and down her smooth, pink slit.  It seemed his language became more vulgar when he was aroused – and he certainly was aroused.  Already, Kimberly could see a telltale bulge in his jeans.  The knowledge that she was the cause of it excited her.

Garrett leaned down and began to lick her sex.  He used his fingers to spread her soft, fleshy lips until her orifice was exposed.  Her swollen pink button was also fully visible due to the revealing position Garrett had her in.  He took the opportunity to bathe the sensitive bud with his tongue, causing Kimberly to squirm and buck in pleasure. 

“Oh yeah,”
Garrett said, looking up.  His voice was casual, as though his words were an afterthought.  “I forgot to mention: you’ll be punished if you cum without permission.”  There was a sly gleam in his eye.

Before Kimberly could even respond, his lips returned to her clitoris.  He kissed the engorged, pulsating bud gently before taking it into his mouth.  He bathed it with his tongue, causing it to harden and swell even more. 

He certainly knew what he was doing.  Before long, Kimberly was moaning and writhing atop the bed.  It was as though her hips had a mind of their own, gyrating in rhythm to Garrett’s ministrations.  He expertly drove her to the edge of orgasm before backing off at the last minute.

Kimberly exhaled loudly, unaware that she’d even been holding her breath.  She was both relieved and disappointed that he’d stopped right before she’d reached the point of climax.  Soon, however, he was back at it. 

This time when it was apparent that Kimberly was reaching the point of no return, he pressed on. 

“Oh!” Kimberly wailed, her hips rolling and bucking as though they had a mind of their own.  “I’m so close!  Please, may I
have permission to cum?”

“No.” 
Garrett’s voice was muffled as his face was still buried in her wet, pulsating sex.

“Oh please!” Kimberly begged, thrashing around on the bed so violently that her breasts bounced and jiggled enticingly.  “I’m going to cum, I can’t help it
, I’m sorry!” 

Right as the words left her mouth, an earth-shattering climax took ahold of her.  Kimberly tried to fight it as best she could, but that seemed to only
intensify her orgasm.  She felt her entire body clamp down and then was aware of nothing except the rhythmic contractions of her vaginal muscles.

Garrett
continued to lap at Kimberly’s sex as spasm after spasm of pleasure wracked her body.  He drew out her orgasm for what felt like an eternity.  It was only after she went limp, exhausted, that he unfastened her handcuffs.

“You came without permission.”

“It’s not my fault you wouldn’t give me permission!” Kimberly retorted.  She was facedown across
Garrett’s lap.  His hand was massaging her upturned ass, preparing it for the spanking it was about to receive.

Without warning, his hand came crashing down on her left cheek.

“Ouch!”

“Relax your cheeks and stop squirming.”

It took every ounce of willpower Kimberly had to obey.  As Garrett’s hand smacked her bottom over and over until it turned red, her mind wandered.  The spanking felt rather nice, to be honest. 

Being facedown across
Garrett’s lap was unquestionably a demeaning position.  It made Kimberly feel like a little girl, vulnerable and at his mercy.  It also made her feel safe and cared for, as she knew deep down that his punishment wouldn’t exceed her limits. 

She realized that for some odd reason, she did trust this aloof, charismatic man who kept so much of his life and past a mystery from her.  And she wanted him to dominate, control and discipline her.

Despite her recent climax, Kimberly could feel her body responding to the over the knee spanking.  Her sex was hot and steaming and she desperately wanted Garrett inside her.  It seemed he, too, was anxious for that to happen.

“Lay across the bed,” he ordered, his hands pushing her off his lap.  “
That’s it…facedown, ass up.”

Kimberly took the position he demanded, a thrill shooting through her.  When she and Felix were intimate, they had sex primarily in the missionary position.  To be taken from behind was something Kimberly had only ever fantasized about.  Usually it involved a pirate or some unseen masked man pushing her down, mounting her and roughly taking her. 

“Whoa!” Kimberly said suddenly as Garrett moved to climb on top of her.

“What is it?”

“You forgot the condom.”

Garrett
paused.  “Are you serious?” he finally asked.  “Aren’t you on birth control?”

“I’m not on birth control,” Kimberly informed him.  She’d stopped after she and Felix had decided to take a break.  “But even if I was,” she continued, “you’d still need to wear a condom.”

“You’re that paranoid about getting knocked up?”

“No,” Kimberly replied, “but let’s face it…you’re kind of a slut.”

Garrett burst out laughing.  “I am?”

Kimberly wasn’t joining in his laughter.  “Yes,” she replied haughtily.  “It’s not my place to judge, but…if we’re going to have sex I’m not about to catch anything from you!”

After Garrett regained his composure, he said, “I’m really not that big of a ‘slut’ – promise.  I’m a guy.  I get drunk and I brag.  But it’s not as though I bang everything that moves.”

“Gee, you sure know how to make a girl feel special.”

Garrett gave Kimberly’s reddened ass an affectionate squeeze.  “I promise I’m clean,” he assured her, “but if you want to be cautious I can respect that.  I’ll go get tested and prove it to you, but as for right now, roll over.”

“What?” Kimberly asked, confused.  After all, she’d just assumed the “facedown, ass up” position
Garrett had requested.  “Why?”

“I don’t have any condoms,”
Garrett said regretfully.  “So I guess that means no sex for us tonight.  But I need to cum and by the looks of that wet pussy of yours, so do you.”

Kimberly blushed furiously.  Never in her life had she been spoken to like that.  To be called out for the fact that her sex was slick with desire was absolutely horrifying.  But
Garrett was right: she was turned on and she did need relief.

“What have you got in mind?” she asked as she leaned back against the pillows on the bed once again. 

Garrett grinned and replied, “Masturbation!”

Kimberly’s face went white.  “What?” she asked, sure she mustn’t have heard
Garrett correctly.  Of course she masturbated, but it was always an act done in private.  She’d certainly never done it in front of Felix before.  Kimberly had always thought of self-pleasure as something shameful that one only did in secret and never, ever talked about.  And now Garrett wanted to watch her touch herself?