Bound to be Tempted: Emergence, Book 4 (8 page)

“Show me, Sir.” God, she was bold. She’d never been this brazen. Hell, she’d never been perused like this by a man. And she liked it. No, she loved it. Many men had ogled her over the years. She’d seen their eyes. She’d seen the way they leered at her. They admired her body. But more often than not, they were only thinking sex. No, not sex. Fucking. They wanted to fuck her. That was all.

Carlton’s gaze was different. It always had been. She knew he wanted to dominate her. That went without saying. It was in his nature. Just as surely as she wanted to submit to him. But his look…his look was of adoration. Oh, he wanted her. There was no doubt about that. But his needs went far deeper than just a fuck. He might not be ready to admit it, but his eyes gave him away.

And that fact alone brought her to her knees.

She now admitted to herself she’d lusted after him for months. And now, she wanted to see what lay under those jeans. He might not have ever entertained the same thoughts about her, but his eyes were open now. Wide. She had proposed this herself, and the man had taken her up on the offer. She would never regret a thing. No matter how this turned out, she vowed to enjoy every moment while it lasted.

One side of Carlton’s mouth rose higher. He chuckled. “Who’s running the show?” He gripped her thighs again. It was a good sign. She wasn’t made of porcelain.

“You, Sir.”

He lifted one eyebrow. “And yet you’re asking me to remove my jeans?”

“I am, Sir.”

“Kind of bold, aren’t you? You just got here.” Laughter filled his eyes.

He ignored her request. In fact, he settled himself between her legs once more. Without further comment, he lifted the hood of her clit. He blew a breath against it.

She tried to control her reaction, but it was impossible. She’d never been this horny. This needy. His gaze alone drove her to the edge. His fingers made her vision cloud. And now… “Oh… God…” When his tongue swiped through her sex and across her clit, she nearly came. She didn’t have permission. It didn’t matter.

“Red,” she mumbled. “Red,” she said louder. Her thighs trembled. She would lose this battle if he didn’t stop.

His mouth lifted off her. “Red because you want me to stop?”

“Red because I’m going to come, and you haven’t given me permission.”

“Maggie…” That one word, so reverent. “You’re so responsive. What am I going to do with you?” He blew on her sex again.

Her entire body shook with want. No, with need. She released her hands from the grip they held on each other to squeeze the sheet beneath her. She needed something more substantial to hold on to. But there was nothing. Nothing but the sensation as if she were falling. It wasn’t logical. After all, she was lying on his king-size bed.

“I’m so proud of you. We should have discussed a safe word. But you’re one step ahead of me.” He stroked her thighs again.

Every gentle touch, every caress, heightened her arousal. The first time he touched her there she’d been climbing the hill. Now that she’d reached the peak, every skim of his fingers across her skin might as well have been pressing on her G-spot. She was that sensitive. “I’ll come if you keep touching me. I’m so close. I don’t think I can stop it, Sir.”

No warning. Not even a look. One second she was speaking, and the next second Carlton thrust two fingers deep into her pussy. She bucked her hips. She moaned, a loud, deep, vibrating sound that didn’t seem to come from herself.

When Carlton removed his fingers only to thrust them back in again, he spoke one word: “Come.”

Margaret screamed. Her channel gripped his fingers as she came around them. Again and again the pulsing continued.

Still he thrust, dragging across her G-spot with each swipe of his fingers. He moved with her rhythm, slowing as the orgasm subsided.

When her vision cleared, she looked at him. His smile was barely noticeable, but there all the same.

It wasn’t as though that had been her first orgasm. Of course not. She had a sexual appetite that rivaled most women. And probably some men. She wasn’t kidding about the vibrators. She had several. And she used them. Besides, she’d had sex with numerous women. The fact that she hadn’t been with a man had nothing to do with it.

The reality was no orgasm she’d ever had could compare to the one Carlton had just delivered. Perhaps it was the intensity in his gaze, or the release of pent-up stress from a week of denial. In any case, she was now putty in his hands. He couldn’t know that, of course. After all, he hadn’t been present for any of her other sexual encounters.

True, he’d seen her at the club. She’d never been chaste, not even in public. But still, at no point would he have been close enough to witness the difference between those instances and this one.

“So sexy. Maggie, there aren’t words.” He removed his fingers and held her gaze as he brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean. “I meant for this little session to educate me on what gets you off. Now I have a new question. What doesn’t get you off?” He leaned over her, planting his hands on both sides her face. His stare, deep, consuming, bored into her. “You’re going to make me a very tired man, aren’t you?”

“I hope so, Sir.”

He chuckled, his head shaking slightly. “I’m going to enjoy every minute of it. But for now, I’m going to kiss you.” In slow motion, as though they had all the time in the world, he lowered his lips to hers. The first touch was gentle, more like a chaste peck. And then between one second and the next, the kiss took on new life. He angled his head to one side and consumed her. His tongue slipped between her lips as though he were starving.

Also ravenous, she met him halfway, her tongue dueling with his in a battle to see who could take in more of the other’s scent and flavor.

Carlton moaned.

She swallowed his sound. She lifted her hands from above her head and threaded her fingers into his hair. She knew she shouldn’t, and would probably suffer the repercussions of her actions later, but it was worth it. She needed to deepen the kiss, as if that were possible.

Carlton didn’t seem to mind, at least not in this instance. When he eventually pulled back—millimeters, not enough to separate their lips—he met her gaze.

Finally, he nibbled a path down her neck, across her chest, and over the swell of her breast. As he sucked her nipple between his lips and flicked his tongue over the tip, she gasped. How was it possible his every touch lured her body deeper into his web?

They were just lips. A tongue. Hands that roamed over her body. What made them different?

She knew the answer to the question almost before she finished the thought. It wasn’t because that tongue, those lips and hands, belonged to a man instead of a woman. No, that was too simple. It had nothing to do with his gender.

It wasn’t even because she hadn’t been with a Dom for a while, male or female.

It was Carlton.

She shuddered.

He would have mistaken her shudder as a response to him sucking her nipple.

She’d let him think that. It was safer. But the reality was something she wasn’t willing to face yet. Her heart would get broken if she fell for Carlton. Besides, just because one man made her come apart didn’t mean she was in love with him or anything. It was simply sex. He’d made that clear from the beginning of this arrangement.

What she wanted, though, was to make sure he gazed at her with the same reverence in his eyes every single day while she was under his care.

Chapter Seven

Carlton lifted both hands to extract hers from his hair. Surrounding her small hands with his, he tugged them over her head. With one hand, he clasped both her wrists and held her steady. Stretching out, he eased to one side of her, leaving his thigh between her legs, knowing the friction of his jeans against her pussy would unravel her. “Was that your first orgasm with a man?”

She nodded.

He fought to keep the idea from going to his head. Holy shit.

He glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was after two. “You must be tired, baby.” With his free hand, he brushed a lock of her hair from her forehead. He continued stroking her skin, lightly dancing his fingers down her cheek, her neck, her shoulder. When he circled her nipple, goose bumps rose all over her skin.

“Not really, Sir.”

“It’s late, Maggie. I have a lot planned for you for tomorrow. You need to sleep.” He stared into her eyes, the deep brown drawing him closer, like a magnet.

Maggie’s eyes widened. “You’re not… I mean… You’re not going to…?”

“Fuck your virgin hole at two o’clock in the morning? No, baby.” He spread his fingers wide across her belly. “I’m not an ass, Maggie. You’ll learn that I’m demanding, a perfectionist. But I’m still a gentleman.”

Maggie licked her lips as she nodded. As though chilled, her body shivered beneath his palm.

Carlton lowered his voice to nearly a whisper. “Is that what you expected? Were you hoping for me to make love to you tonight?”

She bit that lip again, the bottom one, or really just one side of the bottom one. But she didn’t respond.

He smoothed his hands to her hip. “Were you hoping I wouldn’t notice?”

“I… I thought it might be easier.”

He stroked her thigh now, his own pressing firmly against her warmth. “Easier for whom?”

“I… Both of us, I guess.”

Carlton released her thigh to grasp her chin and force her to meet his gaze. “I’m not an asshole. I’m firm. Many have said I was cold. Some have even liked that aspect of my personality. I do expect obedience. You will learn my likes and dislikes. However, I’m no bastard.”

She nodded again.

He released her chin and let his fingers smooth over the contours of her body until he reached her pussy. He drew his thigh to one side, dragging her leg closer to his body. And then, still holding her gaze, he pressed two of his fingers deep into her tight warmth.

“Do you know how hard my cock is, knowing I’ll be the first man inside you? Do you have any idea how humbled that makes me? I don’t take that task lightly. I’m not a small man. I’ll want to prepare you some before I enter you.”

Maggie seemed to hold her breath.

He furrowed his brow. “You were hoping to get it over with.”

She nodded subtly.

“Never.” He shook his head. “You mean more to me than that. Do you understand?”

She blinked. Whatever that meant.

Carlton curled his fingers across her G-spot. Languidly, he dragged them back and forth. He watched her face as her arousal rose once more.

Her eyes glazed over. She released her lip from between her teeth, and her mouth hung open.

“Not tonight, Maggie.” He set his thumb against her clit and pressed firmly, never breaking the gentle strokes of his fingers inside her. Against his better judgment, he would draw a second orgasm from her. He needed to watch her face as she came. Her arousal was like a drug.

Her head tipped back, her eyes closing halfway.

“Uh-uh.” He shook his head. “Eyes on me.”

She jerked her gaze back to his, her mouth open in surprise.

“You’ll come again, baby. But on my terms. I want to watch your face.” He pumped faster, adding a third finger and fighting to keep from gritting his teeth at how fucking tight she was. What the hell size vibrators did she own?

His cock wasn’t small. Thank God he still had his pants on. If he’d dropped his jeans, her eyes would have bugged out of her head. He’d seen enough naked men at the club to know he was well-endowed. There was no doubt he would need to prepare her before he entered her the first time, and even then she would experience some pain.

That kind of pain wasn’t something he liked his submissives to endure. But this wouldn’t be avoidable.

A small whimper escaped her lips and she lifted her greedy hips into his hand.

He stilled. “Lie back down. I run this show. Not you.” He waited until her ass was firmly on the mattress before he continued.

Maggie panted. Her whimpers turned to soft moans.

He reached deeper, pressing his palm flat against her pussy. “So wet, baby. You like my touch?”

She didn’t respond. A deeper sound came from her mouth. She was close.

“Not yet. Concentrate. Think about how good it feels. Control the urge to come. Your orgasms are mine. I say when. That’s part of submitting to me.”

Her face flushed as he spoke. The pink raced down her cheeks and across her chest. Her nipples pebbled harder. He didn’t have a free hand to fondle them with. If he’d thought she could control her urge to move her arms, he would have released his grip on her wrists. But she squirmed too much, her hands pressing upward frequently. She didn’t have the willpower yet to control her limbs while he tormented her with his touch.

He dipped his thumb lower to gather her moisture and then circle her clit again. Suddenly, he changed the pace, fucking her pussy fast and hard with his fingers. “Now, baby. Come.”

Maggie in the throes of orgasm was a gorgeous sight. Her mouth opened farther as she let go, her eyes unseeing, though she trained them on his.

“Carlton.” She uttered his name on a breath.

Carlton was the luckiest man on Earth. No one would be able to convince him otherwise.

The sun was rising over the horizon as Carlton stared down at his little sub.

After her second orgasm, she’d been exhausted. It had been easy to tuck her back against his front and wrap his arm across her small frame in a protective mode.

She remained in that position now, dark locks of hair spread against his pillow like a fan. He wanted to run his fingers through the silky curls. Later. He would have time for everything later. There were so many experiences he wanted to have with her. There was no need to burn all his firsts in twelve hours.

He explored every inch of her with his eyes. He stiffened as he found himself comparing her to Karen again. But he quickly found there were fewer comparisons than he’d always thought. Her hair lay in waves. Karen’s had been straighter. Maggie’s cheekbones were higher, her skin a paler shade. Her nose was more blunt, a tiny button on her face. Her lips were fuller, a deep pink. How had he ever thought the two were nearly identical?

The first time he’d seen Maggie, he’d done a triple take, sucking in a breath he held for so long his face must have been red. It had seemed like a ghost had walked into the room to haunt him. He’d had to look away just to breathe. When he saw her smile the first time, he melted. Flashes of Karen tortured him. He wondered if God was playing a trick on him to make him suffer more than he already had.

Now, he found Karen’s memory fading, replaced with Maggie’s sweet body, her softer angles, her sighs as she slept so peacefully next to him. Instead of purging himself of her, or Karen for that matter, he found himself falling under her spell.

Maggie squirmed, her soft ass rubbing against his cock as she wiggled in her sleep. In her innocence she had no idea what she was doing. All thoughts of the past vanished.

Carlton smoothed a hand down her side, grazing the edge of her breast and continuing until he rested it on her hip.

She sighed, but didn’t rouse.

Slowly, he inched his fingers toward her core. When he reached her soft curls, she leaned into him, her top leg shifting to give him better access.

He smiled. Her mouth fell open on a soft moan as she lifted her top arm over her head and she eased farther onto her back.

God, she was going to kill him. Her lithe, sexy body all stretched out on his mattress made his cock pulse against her hip with need. When he’d decided to sleep naked next to her, he hadn’t considered the hard-on he would wake up with. He slipped his fingers lower until they met her wetness. When he parted her folds with his thumb and pinky and then stroked his middle finger through her pussy, she moaned louder.

He glanced at her face. Her head was tipped back now, her mouth open wider, her eyes still closed but fluttering beneath the lids. She lifted her free hand to skim across her belly, up the slope of her soft breast, until she reached her nipple.

Carlton sucked in a breath as he watched the tip harden while her finger flicked over it rapidly.

Not releasing her gaze, he dipped his finger into her tightness, reaching as far as he could until his palm pressed tight against her clit.

“Ohh,” she murmured, her hips rising to press into his touch. She still wasn’t completely lucid. He doubted she would be so wanton if she were.

With his leg still wrapped around hers, he pulled her thigh more firmly against his cock. Precome leaked from the head, giving him some friction against her leg, but he tried not to move more than necessary for fear he would come on the spot.

As he added a second finger to her sheath, she pinched her nipple. It was so fucking sexy he couldn’t muster up the energy to reprimand her for touching herself without his directive. Could anyone castigate a nearly sleeping woman for fondling her nipples?

She rocked her hips forward, and he pressed in deeper, getting a better angle.

And then he couldn’t take the suspense any longer. He needed to see her come. And he wanted her lucid when she did so.

It was so easy. As soon as he began to pump his fingers, her eyes opened. She froze for a split second, and then her hand above her head shot forward, and she wove her fingers into his hair, gripping his head.

“Good morning.” He smiled down at her, not pausing the motion of his fingers.

She licked her lips, her deep brown eyes still wider than normal.

“I started to wonder if you could actually come in your sleep.”

She lowered her gaze, a flush stealing across her cheeks. “God.” She must have spotted her fingers on her nipple because she jerked her hand from her breast and grabbed the sheet at her side, fisting it.

“So sexy…” He scissored his fingers inside her, stretching her tightness, reminding himself how fucking slender she was.

She bent her free leg, lifting her knee into the air and planting her heel against the bed. “Please…”

Carlton wished he could capture this moment in his mind forever. So pure. Wanton. Needy. He slowed his movements, not letting her reach her climax yet. “My schedule, baby. Not yours. You’ll come when I’m ready.”

His slow, languid torture was obvious by her squirming and the soft sounds she emitted from her lips. She was close.

Suddenly he didn’t want to tip her over the edge yet. He wanted to see if she could control herself. He removed his fingers from her sheath and threaded them into the curls above her sex, waiting while she lowered her gaze to meet his.

“Please…” The word was almost too soft to hear.

“Not yet. Don’t move.” He lifted off her, watching as her entire body shivered at the removal of his touch. He climbed off the bed, mindful of the rigid length between his legs. He ached to stroke himself, but that would only make matters worse. Instead he let his cock bob in front of him while he concentrated on his mission.

He padded to the bathroom and grabbed his supplies.

As he returned, he watched her face and gauged her reaction. It didn’t shock him when she pulled her knees together and scrambled away from him several inches. “Now?” she asked.

“Yes, baby. And every day. I told you I would shave your pussy myself.” He spread the towel he carried onto the mattress and crooked a finger at her. “Center yourself on the towel, baby.”

“Oh God. Sir, I’m so aroused it hurts. Please, let me come first. You can shave anything you want, but I need to come so badly.”

“I know,” he murmured to soothe her. “And I love the way your skin flushes when you’re aroused. Your nipples bead on their own, although you helped them along, I might add, without permission. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I’m humbled you’re in my bed, submitting to me.

“I told you I’m strict. You will follow my directions, because if you don’t, you’ll find yourself worse off than you feel now. I can make you
want
like you can’t begin to imagine, and hold you in that state for hours if need be. The choice is yours.

“So, if you have any intention of getting relief from that tight ball that must be forming in your stomach, you’ll situate yourself on this towel, spread your legs wide and hold them open for me.” He watched her face.

Shock lasted only a moment, and then she complied, scooting to his side of the bed and planting her perfect ass on his towel.

“Good girl.” He pressed her legs wider. “Set your hands on your knees and hold yourself open.”

Her fingers trembled as she did as he said, her breathing ragged.

He wanted to cup her breasts as they jiggled when she moved. But he needed to concentrate on denuding her before he lost the ability to control himself and slammed into her hot pussy.

He grabbed the shaving cream, making her flinch as he squirted a glob of it on his palm and then spread it over her mound. He wiped his hand on the corner of the towel and then held her skin tight and firm with one hand while dragging the razor over her with the other.

“Breathe, baby. Don’t move, but you need to breathe.”

Shallow little spurts of air whistled from her lips. It would get easier. This first time was trying for her. He knew that. But he also knew he needed to set a precedent immediately so there would be no doubt what his expectations were.

He would shave her like this every morning. Sometimes he would get her aroused first. Other times he wouldn’t. Rarely would he let her come before he used the razor on her folds. Though in the future he would often take his pleasure first to avoid the stiff cock now bobbing between his legs as he concentrated on shaving his sub.