Acres, Natalie - Pole Position [Country Roads 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (10 page)

A submissive woman had certain expectations, but what about a virgin? Assuming Princess was, in fact, a virgin. He didn’t doubt that. She’d all but told him the truth when she refused to give him an answer. Why was that? Didn’t she know what a prize she’d be? Didn’t she understand how special she was to him already?

Naturally, being a virgin, pure and untouched, would sweeten their moment, make for an endearing evening. At least for him.

Hell. That was the problem. He’d enjoy himself, but what about her? He couldn’t do the things to Princess that he would consider doing with another submissive. He’d scare her to death!

Wouldn’t he?

He cleared his throat and looked in the dark cubby housing his toys. He retrieved a basket of lubes, condoms, nipple clamps, and a paddle he felt sure she’d appreciate. He strolled back to the bed and placed the container of goodies right next to her.

“I need to know what kind of experiences you’ve had, Princess.”

She gave him a shy smile and he cleared his throat. “Has a man ever touched you, sub?”

Observant, he couldn’t help but notice how her body jerked when he spoke to her in a more authoritative tone. He watched her hooded eyes, the way her lips moistened as she swiped her tongue over the fullness of her mouth.

When she didn’t respond, he knelt to the bed. He fingered her nipples and said, “Has anyone ever touched you here?”

She writhed under his hand and she placed her palm over his forearm, encouraging him to play. “I’ve been touched.”

“Where, sub?” he demanded. Now he was beginning to get a little irritated. If she wanted to be his submissive, he would insist upon her compliance. He wasn’t able to switch back and forth in a Dominant-submissive relationship.

“Can I show you?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied, thinking he would enjoy this more.

Her hand covered his and she guided his fingertips over her lips, tracing the fullness of her mouth. She then shoved his arm downward, passing by her breasts and heading for her thighs. She squeezed his hand as she dragged him back and forth, taking him right to the crevice between her legs, but never encouraging penetration.

Before his fingers slipped inside her, she yanked his arm, and this time, she shot him a devilish smile and cupped her breast with his hand. “I’ve never been penetrated,” she finally admitted. “I’ve never been fingered by anyone’s hand except my own.”

He gulped.

“You like that, don’t you?” she asked, smiling.

“Very much. Sometime I’ll get you to show me how you used your own hand and fingers to bring about your pleasure.”

“Oh, I haven’t had an orgasm,” she admitted freely.

“What?”

“You heard me. I’ve played, aroused myself, but I’ve never been able to you know…come.”

He felt like someone laid a crop to his balls then. Here was this beautiful woman spread out before him, and she was admitting to the fact that she was a virgin. She was also telling him that while she’d fingered herself, tried to find some measure of pleasure in self-love, she was unsuccessful.

Good God. He was right from the very beginning. Princess would be nothing but pure pleasure.

He was certain of something else, too. They were destined to fall in love.

Aroused, he took hold of her legs and pulled her to him. “You’ve never been with a man,” he whispered across her lips, reaching for his gadgets. “And yet you’re willing to submit to me. Why?”

“Because I’ve always loved you and Brant. You were mine from the moment we first met,” she said in the most sincere voice he’d ever heard.

“You were a little girl.”

“Little girls grow up to become women with needs,” she said, touching his cheek. “And I’ve always known one day I would find you and become the woman you needed me to be.”

“But you thought Brant and I were gay,” he teased.

She smiled. “I thought one day we would live happily ever after because remember, my dreams began as a little girl. Even as a young woman, I had fantasies. I imagined if you were gay, you would see me, and I would love you straight.”

He laughed. “You must’ve been counting on being mighty persuasive.”

“I was,” she said, coming to her knees. Her hand brushed by his cheek and she picked at his hair, acting as if she enjoyed the mere act of playing with one strand and then another.

While she spoke to him in a quiet voice, he pulled a pair of nipple clamps away from the long gold case housing them. She pretended not to notice as he unhooked the chain attached to the jewel-encrusted clamp and never even shivered when he started to arouse her, pinching the left nipple as he prepared her.

Her gaze met his and then she looked down. “What is that?”

“Nipple clamps,” he explained, tweaking her nipple and then dropping his lips over the tight, little point.

Her hand fell against his nape and she twirled her fingers through his hair. For a moment, he was lost again, submitting even to her touch. Training was postponed. He simply enjoyed the way she caressed and pampered him.

He moved to the other nipple and sucked the tightly-drawn gem until both points were visibly hard, easy to clamp. Then, he secured the claw-like contraption over both breasts, ran the chain down the length of her belly, and found his place between her legs.

“I’m going to make you a very happy woman,” he told her.

“I’m already happy, Colt.”

He smiled to himself. She may have been happy, but she’d never been satisfied. Maybe he should’ve described precisely what he meant. Then again, he’d rather just show her.

Colt inhaled her scent. She smelled better than sweet honeysuckle from the vine. He ran his tongue across her folds, aware of the fact that he’d just taken the first lick of what she most likely considered the forbidden.

Her legs trembled and he studied her face. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she promised.

If she was okay with one lick, he might as well give her two. He licked through her folds and tapped the end of the chain attached to the clamps. When her back arched and her soft whimpers began, he was a lost soul and a rejuvenated man.

His cock throbbed. His balls tingled and burned. The more he enjoyed her taste, the harder he became. There was only one way to ease the pain in his groin. He wanted inside her. He needed to come.

One or two swipes across a virgin’s pussy would never be enough. He was a foolish man to think he had that much control. He sank between her folds and lapped at her then, devouring her in a way to either scare her away or make her completely crazy.

He yanked on the chain and felt the slight tug of resistance around the gold loop attached to his finger. This time, he didn’t look up. This time, he had a better distraction.

He latched onto her clit and rolled the tender bud underneath his tongue until she was writhing under him, bucking against his chin, and begging for him to finish her, groveling for the release that never came.

* * * *

“Oh fuck, that feels so nice, Colt!” she screamed, her legs closing against his head. His tongue was buried inside her, along with several fingers. Heat pooled at her entrance. She had never known anything so erotic and she never would again.

She couldn’t. Only two men owned the power to control her this way. Brant and Colt were the only men she’d ever really imagined fucking.

She placed her hand behind her back and rode out the feeling. With her feet flat against the mattress, she used her flattened palm for support, pumping her hips, throwing herself into the moment and then collapsing against the mattress as soon as he jerked that chain and made her submit to him again.

“Oh dear God. You have to let me come. I’m on fire!” Her pussy was an inferno. Her breasts were heavy, full.

“You won’t come without permission, doll,” he promised, kissing her mound.

She stared down at him then and saw the mischievous grin. “You realize I’m twenty-one years old and I’ve never had an orgasm! I’ve never even been this close before and…”

He ducked his head between her thighs again. This time he tossed her legs over his shoulders and said, “Good things come to naughty girls who mind.” His hand came down across her pussy and Princess fell against the mattress immediately, her arms swinging out to the side.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, her legs jerking when he smacked her mound again.

“I love a bare woman,” he rasped.

“Wax,” she whispered, realizing how dumb that must’ve sounded. But of course she was waxed. She was completely smooth.

Her ragged breaths continued to catch in her throat as she anticipated what came next. His fingers danced inside her pussy. He pulled the little gold chain again and his tongue dipped between her folds, stroking her, pleasing her, completely devouring her.

Good hell, she was dying. If a woman could die from pleasure, she was minutes away from losing a heartbeat. Colt held her open, his fingers stretching her as he licked.

“I need something more than this,” she whined.

“Don’t speak, sub,” he said, grinning against her, nuzzling her.

He committed himself to her pleasure and began to take longer and more indulgent strokes, his tongue completely buried inside her cunt. Without thinking, her palm fell against her mound and he smacked her hand away. “This is mine,” he told her. “Until you decide you want to give it to another, you don’t play here without permission.”

Another strong shot of heat travelled through her body. Colt rose over her then and kissed her, his strong legs moving beside her, his knees parting her knees as he lowered himself to her and stroked her tongue with his.

“Listen to me, sub,” he said, a guttural edge in his voice. “Listen to the sound of my voice and learn from me.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, realizing the best of what she’d needed was on the way.

He caressed her inner thigh and positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. “Do you want me to take you here?” he asked, allowing her only the opportunity to feel the tip of his head. Her hips zipped off the bed and she tried to shift her weight in order to convince him, encourage him to take her.

The burn became hotter, the need became intolerable, and the desire to fuck was greater than she’d ever experienced before in the past.

“Yes, there,” she said, breathless.

His fingers moved where his cock had been. He thrust two fingers inside her pussy and gently massaged her, his thumb raking over her clit. A second later, he withdrew his fingers and licked them clean. “Good Lord, you taste so good, Princess.”

He sucked his fingers down to the center and his eyes darkened then. There was something different about his expression. His entire persona changed, and he became nothing more than an instrument of pure sex. His hand bumped against her pussy and he slid his hand down, jerking when he found the spot he apparently planned to penetrate.

Wiggling his finger around her back hole, his moist digit slid right inside the puckered ring. “I plan to take you here, Princess.”

She jerked. Her knees fell apart and he smiled against her lips. “I plan to do very bad things to you.”

She shivered in his arms and he said, “And you’ll like every last one of them.”

“I will,” she promised. “So help me God, I will.”

* * * *

Princess’s nipples throbbed. She longed to have Colt’s tongue lapping at the elongated points, igniting her arousal while teasing her, preparing her for the most memorable fuck she’d ever have—her first.

Instead, Colt came to his knees and positioned his cock at her lips. “I want you to give me a blow job. Have you ever had a man in your mouth? Have you ever had a dick in your cheek?”

She nodded once, only because she didn’t want to lie to him. He actually seemed pleased that she’d had the experience. “Then you know what to do.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said quietly. “I know what will please you.” And she hoped she was right.

She lapped at the end and drew him into her mouth. He held onto her ears and looked down at her with a wicked smile drawn across his face. “That’s it, subbie. Take my cock. Right there, sweet Princess. I want you to suck my cock until I come.”

Princess’s cheeks swelled with Colt’s size. His penis slid across her tongue and he changed his stance. The closer he came to his release the more he talked, the harder he pumped, and the more aggressively he thrust.

“Oh yeah, sugar. That’s sweet. God, yeah!”

As he met his release, Colt’s lips thinned. His jaw set and his pace became broken. He hammered inside her mouth once more. His release jetted to the back of her throat and Princess swallowed, drinking in the taste of him and savoring his salty, masculine flavor.

When he finished, he moaned as he withdrew a good portion of his dick. “Get me hard again, subbie. Then, I’m going to fuck the daylights out of you. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

Princess nodded, unable to shift her gaze away from Colt’s hooded eyes. He looked so sated, like a satisfied lover ready to reward the woman most capable of pleasing him.

Princess whipped her tongue over and under his cock, sucking him, drawing him closer and closer to her throat. When Colt’s flaccid form stiffened, he tugged Princess forward and fell against the bed with her head in the bend of his arm.