Hanging On (17 page)

She pressed her body against his, reveling in the hardness of his chest against hers. With her hands, she roamed the broad, well-defined muscles of his shoulders and back.

His probing thumbs created a gap between her shirt and skirt. She expected him to go straight for her breasts, which were already puckering in anticipation, but he didn’t. Instead, his strong hands gripped her waist. One slid to her back to caress the smooth skin there. No bra impeded him, yet he took his time, letting them savor the flavor of her kiss and the simple eroticism of his body against hers.

She drowned in the liquid heat rising to meet their demands. His tongue wrapped around hers, probing deeper until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, and didn’t want to. Without breaking the cadence of his control over her, he picked her up and, shoving aside the rumpled sheet, set her carefully on his bed.

Drew followed her down, his weight pushing her into the softness of the mattress beneath. Only then, when he had her where he wanted her, did he break the kiss. She protested against the loss, but her sigh was quickly replaced with a moan as he found the sensitive places on the curve of her neck and just below her earlobe.

She wanted him to hurry, to rush to stroke her everywhere at once. She wiggled under him, writhing in her need to touch and be touched. Passion smoldered, but he refused to let her rush things, to transform the smoke to flames. He wore no shirt for her to remove. She tightened her fingers, searching the smooth planes of his shoulders and back for a handhold.

Desperately questing, Sophia slid her hands up to his hair, but it was too short to be of any use. She cried out his name, her voice wretched and frantic even to her own ears. This wasn’t her. This wasn’t her place. She wasn’t at her house, and she wasn’t in control.

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As if he sensed her panic, his lips left her neck. He drew back to look at her, those sensual blue eyes warm and tender. Silently, he stroked the sides of her face, pushing hair away from her cheeks and wiping away the tears she hadn’t known were there.

“I dream of you, Sophia. I dream of making slow love to you, of exploring every inch of your body with my lips and tongue, of hearing you cry my name as you lift from the bed with the force of yet another orgasm.” His thumb slid across the curve of her jaw to caress her lower lip. She trembled under him, but he held her with the hot plea in his eyes. “I’ve wanted you in my bed from the first moment I saw you. Give me this, Sophia. Let me have you here, on my terms.” He was asking her to trust him. The rules she used with her lovers were in place so that trust was defined. From the beginning, Drew rejected her strictures, tossing aside her safeguards. He wanted things from her that she gave to no one.

“Just today, honey. Let go and trust me. I promise you won’t regret it.” Gradually, Sophia relaxed, lulled by the honesty in his voice and the gentleness of his caress. The trembling didn’t go away. She was hyperaware of it as she raised her hand to his cheek, bringing his lips back to hers. The kiss was slow and deep. When at last he moved down her body, her internal storm was calmed, replaced with the hurricane he generated.

This time, when his name escaped her lips, it was a sigh.

He undressed her slowly, lingering over each inch of skin as if discovering it for the first time. By the time his tongue slipped between the folds of her pussy, she was drenched and tight with need. Even then, he took it slowly, kissing and licking her reverently. His tongue swirled lazy circles, playing as she writhed beneath him.

When he finally caved to her frantic pleas, locking his lips around her swollen clit and sucking forcefully, she came immediately. True to his word, he didn’t stop. The waves of her orgasm weren’t given a chance to recede.

A thick finger slid into her, followed by another and another, pumping a rhythm that matched the way he sucked. Her hips lifted, and he captured her, caging her with his free arm so she couldn’t escape. She pushed against him, begging for more.

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He mastered the tide, luring it back again and again. It rose a little each time, lifting her higher without ever quite leaving. The first orgasm became a stepping-stone, stretching out and lengthening as the intensity grew.

Sophia’s moans turned to screams, and she turned to jelly, unable to do anything but lie there and let him control her body. Oral sex with Drew had been incredible before, but not like this. This time, he didn’t allow her to hold back.

Blackness dotted the periphery of her vision as another orgasm took her prisoner. He moaned as she came in his mouth, lapping up her juices with an eagerness that defied reason. Fingers pinched her clit, plumping and pressing while his tongue fervently fucked another orgasm from her.

She felt like a thing. The pieces that made her separated, each too preoccupied with the pleasure thrumming through her entire body to be anything more than primal need. He sucked harder, fingers joining his tongue while other fingers twisted and rubbed her glistening nub. There was no longer a need to hold her down., She had submitted completely.

Her body was his. Even as a wayward finger slowly invaded her virgin anus, she did nothing to stop him. The pressure in her pussy increased. Her hands wrapped around the edges of the pillow so tightly it hurt.

Sophia orgasmed quickly on a normal day, but the orgasms were generally just pleasant and enjoyable. This was so much more. Drew pushed her, treating the first few as foreplay. She teetered on the verge of something earth-shattering. With nothing holding her back, she fell, trusting Drew to catch her.

The last thing she remembered was her body lifting from the bed, the movement so violent and sudden that she ripped his mouth from her.

When awareness returned, she was nestled in the crook of his arm. The soft silkiness of the sheet covered her bare body. Her cheek rested against his chest. She lay there for a moment longer, savoring the feel of his fingers stroking her hair near the temple.

Finally, she opened her eyes. “I was right about you.”

“Were you?” She couldn’t see his expression, but his surprise was hard to miss.

“Yes,” she said. “Your face belongs between my legs.” This time she felt his smile, and the shaking of his chest betrayed the laugh he tried to swallow. “I like it there, too.”

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“Tell me what else you like.” It was a standard line she used with her submissives, but she meant it in a completely different way. With them, these deep, personal confessions were part of the breaking-down process.

With Drew, it was because she wanted to know about him. She wanted him to share himself with her.

The hand tracing a path through her hair dropped to caress her shoulder.

“I like hanging out with you. I like flirting with you and watching you eat. I love listening to you talk, though it’s hard to get you to say much. I love to look at you.”

She put a finger to his lips. The entire time Charlie raped her, he had gone on and on about how attractive he found her. Sickness twisted low in her stomach. She hated how he could violate her now, years later, ruining what could have been a stunningly romantic moment. “Tell me what you like
in bed
.”

The wry way his lush lips pursed let her know he was aware she was steering the conversation to less relationship-oriented waters. “I liked when you straddled me the other night and rode me slowly, stretching your orgasm out for a long, long time. I liked bending you over the back of the couch at Ellen’s and taking you from behind. I could see your face reflected in their TV.”

He shifted, rolling to his side without releasing her. Now that she was pressed against the length of him, she realized he was naked. She wondered how long she had passed out. She wondered if he knew exactly what he had done to her. Several of her submissives had achieved this level of orgasm before. She knew to check their pupil response, breathing, and pulse.

Unaware of her thoughts, or of how he brought her back from the edge of a panic attack, Drew continued. “I love watching you come. I love hearing you come. I asked you to bring your vibrator so that I could watch you pleasure yourself. Sophia, you have no idea what you do to my insides when you get that look on your face.”

Her eyes were still heavy-lidded. The sincerity of his answer and the graphic picture show playing in her head combined to heat her from the inside. She couldn’t remember ever wanting a man like this. The smile that slowly curved her lips was flirtatious and inviting. “What look?”
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He touched her chin lightly, catching her fire. “This look, honey. With this look, I am putty in your hands. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do just to see this look on your face.”

She moistened her lips, darting her tongue out quickly. The move was functional, not sensual, but the effect was the same. Drew was rock hard against her stomach. His eyes were glued to her lips. “And to think I wasted all that time whipping you when all I had to do was look at you like this.”

“What can I say? You’re better at wrapping me around your finger than you thought. You had me from the first moment I saw you.” He kissed her, and she knew exactly where it was leading. She stopped him. There was something she needed to know first. “Drew?”

“Yeah?”

She looked away, suddenly shy. He waited in silence. With a deep breath, she plunged ahead. “Men who aren’t submissives, which you clearly aren’t, have a difficult time…performing…when they’re being whipped or spanked. For most submissives, the pain sharpens the pleasure, intensifying it or bringing it into focus. Some submissives can’t orgasm without it.”

“You’re wondering how I was able to keep it up when you spanked me?”

She nodded.

“Easy.” He smiled. “I knew if I failed, I wouldn’t have a chance in hell with you. My dick might have been in Livia’s mouth, but it was you I pictured beneath me. When you ordered me to touch her, I was really touching you. Sophia, I never once took my eyes from you. I knew from the moment I saw you that I was going to have to prove myself to be with you.” Her brows lifted in surprise. He was right. If he failed that first night, or if he had approached her wanting vanilla sex, she would have dismissed him outright. “But you had an orgasm.”

He shrugged. “You don’t hit very hard, Sophie. I ignored it for the most part.”

That was the wrong thing to say to a dominatrix who prided herself on her heavy hand. Pushing him back, she rolled them until she was on top. “I went easy on you because I knew you were a virgin.” Grinning up at her, he grasped her hips in both hands and repositioned her so that she straddled his cock. She rocked back and forth, grinding against him until he groaned and stilled her hips. “I’m far from virginal,

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Sophie. However, if you want to tie me up and torture me sexually, I’m okay with that. Livia, Ellen, and Jonas all raved about your ability to set a scene. I’ve seen firsthand how incredible you are. I just don’t go for the violent stuff.”

Her jaw dropped. “Ellen and Jonas? You’ve talked to them about me?”

“I tried,” he said, sitting up and holding her close. “Neither one would say much, and neither of them told me anything I didn’t already know.” Sophia wanted to ask for details, but he was kissing her. Unable to resist the scorching flames, she melted into him. He rolled her across the bed and felt for the box of condoms on his nightstand, never once pausing for breath.

They fell to the floor, spilling out and across the polished oak flooring.

Breaking the kiss, she vaguely noted the beauty of the flooring as she snatched a handful of foil packets. She threw all but one to the sheet next to them with a practiced efficiency. Sophia tore open her prize and pushed Drew down on the bed.

Sheathing him was fun. She did it slowly, letting her fingers explore the thick length of him as he groaned and growled his impatience.

“‘Thou driv’st me past the bounds of a man’s patience.’” She scooted back to add her tongue to the mix. She liked when he spouted Shakespeare. She wasn’t a fan of all his plays, but she loved
A
Midsummer Night’s Dream
. Her entire relationship with Drew was nothing more than a fantasy, so it was even more fitting. One day she would wake up to find it all a fairy-drug-induced dream.

“‘If you were civil and knew courtesy, you would not do me thus much injury.’”

“Injury?” The condom was completely on. She stroked and mouthed his balls, injuring him to the fullest.

His hips lifted to thrust helplessly into empty air. “You’re killing me, Sophia.”

Finally, she rose above him and swung her leg over his hip to straddle him. “‘I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done.’”

“Thank God,” he said as she seated him deep inside.

She rode him slow, thinking only of her pleasure as she snapped and gyrated. True to his word, her first climax drove him higher. The second made him rise from the bed with the force of his orgasm. He wrapped his
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arms around her as he came down, holding her so tightly she could barely breathe.

Breathing was overrated. She didn’t want him to let go.

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Drew smacked her on the ass. Compared to what Sophia dished out, it was nothing more than a love tap. Cracking open one eye, she peered at him through the slit. He stood next to the bed, a towel wrapped around his waist, grinning.

“Now that I’ve spent an hour pumping you full of endorphins, you should be relaxed and amenable to anything I suggest.” The languor to which she surrendered was fast vanishing in the face of her interest in his next proposal. She opened both eyes. “What did you plan to suggest?”

“Hop in the shower and rinse off. It’s time for dessert.” He’d promised chocolate. Sophia padded into the cavernous bathroom to find everything she might need arranged on a low bench next to the shower. The shower itself was almost as large as her entire bathroom.

Pushing aside serious thoughts, she stepped into luxury and enjoyed her time under the warm spray.

When she returned to the bedroom, he wasn’t there. Sounds from the sitting room pulled her in that direction. Naked, she leaned against the doorway and watched Drew set out bowls on the low table in front of a long, wide ottoman. He hummed as he worked.