At the Brink (12 page)

Chapter Twelve

Lily

He meant it. He totally meant it and I wasn’t going to convince him otherwise. I was paralyzed, and not just by embarrassment. Parkview, Martin, the future, freedom. They were the concrete reasons that required compliance and collusion, the logical arguments that justified my surrender. Besides, I had to be honest with myself. His touch felt fantastic and I craved more of it.

So I let him perch one of my legs on the back of the chair and let him explore me as I had never allowed anyone else. He taught me that in the interest of pleasure, decorum was immaterial to his world and decency was of no great concern.

“You’re exquisitely made.” He guided my hand. “Feel yourself. So soft.”

My instinct was to shy away, but I brushed my fingers over my exposed geography, if only to please him.

“Do you know what I’d like?” He kissed my hand. “I’d really like it if you touched yourself for me, if you taught me how you like to be touched.”

“I...um... I usually don’t do that.”

“Why not?” He gave me a curious stare.

“I—I don’t know. I was taught—Never mind. I just don’t want to do it.”

“Well, then, I’ll do it for you.”

God help me. “Must you?”

“Absolutely.” He smiled as he traced my center fold. “And you...you’re going to like it.”

My body quaked with his touch. The way in which he separated my folds and exposed my clit to his thumb had me spinning. I took a deep breath, dipped my face in the crook of his neck and braced myself. In just a few moments, he had me unveiled, mapped out and gasping. God. His touch was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

He stroked my sex, taking his time, exploring my folds while rubbing my clit. I closed my eyes and chewed on my lips some more, trying to keep still. It was darn near impossible. I whimpered ever so faintly.

“I know,” he murmured, teasing me. “You’re really sensitive, right here, millions of nerve endings conspiring to make you so. Jesus, sweet, you’re moist too. You flow like a honeycomb. Just touching you makes me rock hard.”

He was right. I was drenched and his caresses felt exquisite. The look in his eyes warmed me almost as much as his touch. He liked what he saw. He liked me.

“Lily, sweet, you’re doing really well.” He tilted my head and kissed me while he fondled me. “There’s a little justice to this, a little retribution.”

“Retribution?” I stirred against his hand, shifting on his lap.

“Shadow Woman.” He rubbed little circles around my clit. “She had no right to touch you like this.”

He was jealous.

The thought tightened my core and sharpened my arousal, bringing me perilously close to an edge that promised both victory and defeat.

“Never again.” he murmured, polishing my clit with his thumb. “Do you hear me? Just me. Only me.”

“You,” I said, delirious. “Only you.”

His lips came down on mine. I opened my mouth as surely as I had opened my legs and welcomed his tongue. Whether it was reward or punishment, I’d never know, but his forefinger followed his tongue’s lead and breached my body.

I gasped. “Oh, God!”

“Has no one done this to you before?”

“Not like this.” I held on to him, breathing in great gulps of tropical air, looking beyond the balcony at the stars strewn over the Caribbean night sky and seeing only sparks of bliss.

“Well,” he said, huskily. “I think you deserve it.”

Very gently, he curled another finger into me.

I opened my mouth to protest and instead mumbled a grateful “Ooooh.”

He kissed me. “It only gets better.”

The moan that issued from my throat matched the guitar’s longing notes.

“You’re going to like it, all of it,” he murmured against my ear. “Don’t be shy and don’t be afraid. Use all your senses. Take a whiff. That’s your best perfume. And don’t forget to look.”

I did as he asked. He glided his fingers in and out of me, thumbing my clit, making me feel as if nothing but his strokes mattered in the world.

“Fantastic visual, yes?” he said. “I could explode right now just watching you. Let’s see how you like this,” he said, turning his palm up and brushing his finger pads against an undetermined spot inside me.

I gasped and shot out of my mind, propelled by the most amazing, powerful, mind-blowing orgasm I’d ever had the good fortune of experiencing.

How long I was gone, I didn’t know, because the sensations that wracked my body were as enduring as they were intense. Pleasure stampeded through me, walloping me with ruthless blows. Colors exploded on my mind’s dark canvas, but all I could remember was blue, cobalt blue to be sure, sitting at the bottom of twin pools of crystal brown.

When I could think next, we were on the bed and he’d coached me through the aftermath of the overpowering orgasm. He sat next to me, caressing and praising me as if I’d won a medal.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he said.

No, it hadn’t been bad at all. In fact, it’d been really great. I buried my head under his neck and listened to his steady heartbeat, aware of the contrast between my nudity and his clothes, his strength and my weakness. And yet in his arms I felt safe and content.

“Stay here,” he said, after a little while, shifting me gently from his arms.

I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the feel of the soft sheets. I heard the rasp of a key and the click of a lock giving way. When I opened my eyes again, he stood before the travel trunk, looking through the drawers.

“What are you doing?” I said, sitting up.

“I’m just picking out a few accessories,” he said, “to make the next stage easier for you.”

“
Accessories?
” I said, instantly alarmed. “
The next stage?
”

“We’ve only just begun.”

My whole body tensed. The relaxation of a moment ago evaporated.

“It’s all good.” He set a few things on the night stand. “Now comes the interesting part.” He held my chin in his hand, planted a sweet kiss on my mouth and smiled. “I’m going to blindfold you.”

“But...why?”

“I think it might be easier for you.”

“Josh, I—”

“Give it a try.” He handed me a velvet blindfold. “Please.”

I took the blindfold from him, but hesitated after slipping the elastic band over my head.

“You’re going to be fine.” He pulled it down over my eyes. “You’ll see.”

No, I couldn’t see anything through the blindfold, but I could sense a whole lot of my own trepidation.

“Turn around,” he said. “No, not that way, this way.” He flipped me over on the mattress, setting me down on my hands and knees. “Yes, that’s good. Spread your knees.”

I scooted a little.

“I mean really far apart, like this.” He manipulated my legs as if I were a flexible puppet. “That’s better. Can you get them a little wider?”

My voice quavered. “Am I not looking indecent enough for you?”

“Oh, you’re looking indecent enough all right.” He gave me a playful little slap on the rump. “In fact, you look lewd and obscene, beautiful, just the way I want you. You’d look even better if you took pride in your ass and lifted it up a bit.”

He caressed my ass with proprietary assurance, kneading my cheeks, fingering the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs. His lips tickled as he planted little kisses all over my seat. His hands spread at either side of my sex, separating my cheeks and spreading my folds with shocking authority.

I trembled. “I don’t know about this...”

The impact of his tongue sent me lurching. He caught me, but he didn’t sound pleased. “I don’t think you’re going to be able to stay still without help.” He sounded aggravated. “For your own good, maybe I should put you in restraints.”

“Restraints?” I tried to still my runaway heartbeat.

“Restraints,” he said. “They can be a lot of fun, you know.”

“I’ll be fine,” I said. “I won’t move. I promise.”

“Are you sure?” he said. “It would be so much easier.”

“I’m sure,” I said. “I swear. I’ll be good.”

His steps echoed around me. Something jingled as he grabbed it from the night table. My nerves were fraught, but I didn’t dare move or take off the blindfold
.
His touch took me by surprise.

“Hush, sweet.” He caressed my ass. “You’re going to be all right.”

His touch felt sharp and intense in my darkness. My mind focused exclusively on him, his movements, sounds, touch, breathing, as if nothing else in the world mattered. He fitted something smooth and narrow under my chest, around my arms and over my shoulders.

“Um, Josh?” I said. “What are you doing?”

“I’m fitting you with a harness.”

I squeaked. “A harness?”

“I’ll spare you the hand and leg restraints as long as you keep the blindfold in place and your knees apart.”

“I don’t know if I want to wear a harness,” I said as evenly as I could manage.

“You’re fidgeting and jerking, which tells me that you need and want the harness.”

“But—”

“If you don’t like it, you only have to tell me and I’ll take it off.” He planted another kiss on my lips. “Trust me, Lily. Try it first. You might like it.”

Click.
A clasp snapped closed. A set of straps tightened around my upper body. Adjusting the harness, he squeezed my breasts through what felt like a fringe of narrow straps until they dangled free. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what I looked like. There was more clicking, more pulling and tugging, and then his voice came again from behind me.

“You look amazing,” he said. “You look obscenely gorgeous and for this awesome gift, I’m going to reward you.”

His tongue slid over me like exquisite silk. He licked my pussy, twirling his tongue around my clit as if toying with a swirl of his favorite ice cream. Then he dug his tongue deeper in me, as if I were a cone and he craved more of the flavors I held.

His kisses were deep and his mouth unbearable. Every time I felt like bolting, the harness kept me in place, until I didn’t have to think about it anymore, because no matter how strongly I reacted to his touch, he had me firmly in check.

I managed to keep my promise. Even after he had me whimpering incoherently, I kept my knees apart and my ass up in the air. His lips were merciless. He sucked, poked and pressed until he had me ready to climax again. Then he stepped back and left me there, heaving like a mare in heat.

“Josh?” I said. “Josh, where are you?”

“I’m here,” he whispered very close to my ear. “I just wanted to see if you’d take off the blindfold.”

“You told me not to.”

“Yes, sweet, that’s what I told you, and I’m proud of you for not falling into temptation.”

There was a subtle sound behind me, the erotic swish of rustling fabric. I waited. My body hummed with need, dread and desire. My breath came in short gasps.

This time, when his hands returned to my body, they wrapped around my waist like those restraints he’d promised. A blunt tip pressed against my sex, rubbing, teasing, awakening my body to all kinds of new and extraordinary sensations.

“Nice, yes?” he said.

My black world lit up with pleasure.

The tip of his cock nestled into me. I froze, rigid with tension. I was out of courage, about to break a long streak, full of fear and short on practice. Anticipation combined with nerves and made me feel rusted. I felt like a virgin all over again. The moment’s intensity was more than I could bear.

“Let go, Lily,” he said huskily, kissing my shoulder and running his fingers along the length of my spine. “Try to relax, sweet.” He strengthened his hold on my hips. “Do you want me?” He nuzzled the back of my neck. “Do you want my cock in you?”

My reply sounded like a plea. “Yes.”

For a moment, my body resisted the intrusion, then my sex widened for him and he streamed into me like a river to the sea.

I gasped. I dug my nails into the pillows. He seemed to go in forever, slow but steady, careful but determined. I made a sound I’d never uttered before, a quiet hiss-gasp-moan-groan, prayer, plea, warning and enticement.

“It’s only a little more,” he said in a clipped voice, holding me still, burrowing even deeper into me.

My body expanded to take in his cock’s thick root until the heated bulk of his balls pressed against my ass. It was an impossible fit and yet I was deeper than I knew, suppler than I’d imagined, slicker than I expected. By the time his penetration was complete, I was packed beyond full, stretched around him, stuffed in an extremely satisfying way.

He paused and shuddered inside me. I shuddered in response and for the first time, I realized our connection’s raw power.

“Lily,” he rasped. “Were you constructed for me?”

Perhaps it was he who had been built for me, because I teetered at the edge of another orgasm just from the exquisite sensation of having him in me.

“Move,” he said evenly.

“What?” I croaked.

“I want you to take your pleasure.” He rocked my hips back and forth and from side to side. “Like this.”

My body seized on the subtle figure eight pattern. All the while he didn’t move at all, except to encourage me. I needed no encouragement. It was as if I’d been ready to come since the moment I’d met him. And now I did, my body rattling around his erection without any measure of decency as my muscles twisted and squeezed.

The pleasure that rocked me was vast and immense. It lasted a long time, prolonged by his restraint, anchored on the beam of his cock and amplified by his hard erection. It ricocheted off him, reverberating in the deepest corners of my body. It was sharp, merciless and concentrated, and it refused to wane, jarring me until my elbows gave way and every part of me was clinking and clanking.

By the time it relented, I pressed my forehead against the mattress with my fingers clawed around the sheets, hoarse from swallowing my screams. Still I couldn’t think for a few long moments, or move beyond the involuntary twitching and shuddering that continued to wrack my body.

Embedded in me like a steel beam, Josh became my body’s only remaining backbone, my mind’s last and only point of reference. Without him, I might have fallen apart on the spot. I imagined my bones crumbling, my body dissolving. Instead, I was more alive than I had ever been, and if I wanted to cry it wasn’t because of pain or grief.