His Need, Her Desire (7 page)

Marcus kissed her hand. "Did you have something particular in mind?"

Tabitha shook her head. "No, this is mostly new to me."

"I imagine that you've heard a few things. Is there anything you've been curious about?"

Tabitha considered his question. "Yes, but I'm not sure I'm ready to share just yet."

"Fair enough. Let's try something approachable. A little sensation play. What do you think?"

"All right, how should we begin?" Tabitha wasn't sure what sensation play encompassed, but
sensation
and
play
both sounded appealing.

"Remove all your clothing. Fix me a cold drink and bring it to me." Marcus walked past her and into the seating area. He picked up a newspaper and settled into a chair to read.

Tabitha was startled but recovered swiftly. As she disrobed, Marcus was not even watching. She went into the kitchen, wearing nothing but her shoes and the choker. She found a glass and filled it with ice. Inside the refrigerator, there was lemonade. She filled the glass with lemonade and looked around for a napkin. When she located one, she folded it neatly into a square and held it under the glass. She walked into the seating area and stood in front of Marcus with the drink in her hand.

Marcus didn't immediately respond to her presence. He slowly folded the paper and put it to the side. His face remained impassive as he studied her nude body, but his eyes gave him away. His gaze flamed with desire. Marcus gestured toward the end table and Tabitha set the lemonade down.

Marcus picked up the glass and took a long swallow. "I might let you finish what you started before."

Tabitha didn't need to guess to what he was referring. She was eager to please him. She dropped to her knees between his legs and reached out toward the waistband of his pants.

Marcus caught her hand with his. "What is it that you want?"

"I want to … to give you pleasure." Tabitha's voice cracked as her throat tightened.

Marcus didn't release her, but waited.

"I want to give you pleasure, Sir."

"Better. Be specific."

"I want to give you pleasure with my mouth, Sir." Tabitha's face burned. She wasn't yet comfortable in voicing her specific desires.

"Closer. But I'm not convinced."

"Please, Sir, let me kiss you and taste you and give you pleasure." Tabitha swayed as the image of her mouth on him came into her mind.

Marcus looked into Tabitha's eyes. "Proceed."

Tabitha smiled and licked her lips as confidence flowed into her. "Thank you, Sir." She grasped his thighs with her hands and kneaded his muscles through the fabric. Her hands travelled to his waistband and unfastened his pants. Reaching inside his underwear, Tabitha guided his hard erection out into view as it pulsed in her hand.

Marcus stroked her hair and traced the lobe of her ear with his fingertip. "You look beautiful."

Tabitha blushed and leaned into him. She opened her mouth and rubbed her lower lip against the ridge that ringed the head.

A shudder passed through Marcus's body and Tabitha felt feminine power rise within her. "Do you like that, Sir?"

"Yesss." Marcus's gaze fixed on Tabitha's mouth.

Tabitha smiled and then took him inside her lips, cupping her tongue around the shaft. She pressed him deeper into her mouth and then retreated.

"Do you like to watch me suck your cock, Sir?"

"Oh yes." Marcus shifted in his seat.

"Shall I continue, Sir?" Tabitha's words were subservient but a playful attitude peeked through.

"Yes, you minx. You know I want you to. Lick me. Suck me until I come." Marcus threaded his fingers into her hair, slowly guiding her in.

"As you wish, Sir." Tabitha took him into her mouth as far as she could manage, closing her lips tightly around him and wrapping her fingers around the bottom of his shaft. She forged forward and retreated, her hand moving in tandem with her mouth, covering the whole shaft. Each time her mouth returned to the tip, she swirled her tongue around the head before plunging him fully inside again.

Marcus thrust his hips up against her, straining closer, his hands guiding her head.

Tabitha felt him shake and sensed he was close to coming. She focused her mouth on the head, sucking hard, while she stroked the shaft with her hand and Marcus erupted. Tabitha stilled her actions as he flooded her mouth with his slick essence.

Once the moment had passed, Tabitha raised her eyes to his. Marcus watched her intently as she swallowed and slowly licked her lips.

Marcus smiled and guided her up off her knees and into his lap. He grasped her head in his hands and brought her lips down to his, kissing her urgently.

Tabitha's body strained toward him as his tongue swept into her mouth. A tingling wave of pleasure surged through her.

Marcus released her from his embrace. "You've pleased me, but I don't think we're done. Wait for me on the bed."

Tabitha stood. "Yes, Sir."

When Tabitha entered the bedroom, she noticed a grouping of candles on the nightstand. A line of narrow wax pillars stood in a row like soldiers at attention. A slight floral fragrance emanated from them. She crawled onto the mattress and lay down as instructed. Only a minute passed before Marcus entered the bedroom and placed his icy lemonade on the nightstand. Slowly and with deliberation, he rolled up his sleeves. As Marcus examined her, Tabitha felt scorched by his gaze.

Marcus opened the nightstand drawer and reached inside. He pulled out a length of black satin cloth. "Sit up."

Tabitha complied, and he motioned for her to turn her back to him. He fitted the cloth over her eyes and tied it behind her head.

"Can you see?"

"No, Sir." Dark, inky blackness filled her field of vision, and Tabitha closed her eyes under the slick fabric.

"Good. Lie down on your back."

Tabitha reclined on the mattress. She heard him moving things around.

"I'm going to bind you. What do you think?"

"Yes, Sir," she said, hoping he’d take her like he did before.

Marcus bound each wrist to a bedpost with the velvet ribbons. He then did likewise for her ankles. "How are you feeling?"

"Vulnerable, Sir, but also …."

"Also …?" he prompted.

"Aroused. I'm aroused, Sir." Her breath escaped in a rush.

"Good."

A lighter clicked and Tabitha smelled the faint whiff of burning. She heard rustling and wished desperately to know what Marcus was doing. Something hot landed on the skin just above her breast. It burned for a second and then the heat dissipated. Wax.
Was it wax?
It didn't really hurt, but the sensation was startling. Another drop landed, just inches from the first.

"How does that feel?"

"Different. Interesting. I'm surprised it doesn't burn more … Sir."

"It can. It's important to be careful what type of wax is used. I don't want to mar your beautiful skin." Marcus's fingertip caressed her, and he drew a line with his fingertip from one wax pool to the other. "Shall I continue?"

"Yes, Sir." Tabitha tensed in anticipation. Though it couldn't have been more than a moment, every second increased her excitement. When the wax hit her skin, it created a drip that ran down in between her breasts. The soft scent of jasmine wafted into the air.

The mattress shifted as Marcus climbed beside her, and though Tabitha couldn't see him, she
felt
him looming over her. His lips met hers, and she responded eagerly. When Marcus pulled away, Tabitha felt bereft and struggled against her bonds, her arms aching to hold him and be held in return.

Wax hit her thigh, drop after drop in a staccato down to her knee. The hot trail traveled back up again with larger beads of wax creating drips that flowed to her inner thigh. The tiny flickers of flaming heat made her muscles contract. She'd never thought of her thigh as being a particularly sensual area, but now it was as if a wire ran straight from her leg to her womanly core. Her pussy convulsed and her clit swelled.

"You make a lovely canvas." Marcus turned to the other leg, and this time instead of drops, the wax streamed over her skin in hot rivulets, which immediately cooled and hardened. He traveled back up her thigh and over her hip, leaving a wax trail that circled her belly button and spilled between her breasts. He paused and Tabitha heard him light another candle. Not knowing where the wax might hit next was sensuous agony.

Time spun out to infinity. All sense of her surroundings evaporated. A drop hit her shoulder and spread. Soon her arm was peppered with a series of cooling wax droplets. Marcus changed focus to the other arm and repeated his actions. He paused again, leaving her straining in tormented anticipation.

Marcus placed his hand over her breast, barely touching her. Tabitha pushed against him, rubbing her nipple against his palm. He lifted his hand and then traced a pattern on her skin, following his fingertip with a line of fluid wax.

Tabitha envisioned the pattern in her mind but couldn't focus on it. Marcus's touch, the cooling wax, and her growing arousal all served to crowd her mind.

When Tabitha heard the clink of a lemonade glass, she waited, her nerves stretched tight, for Marcus to make a move. When he did, she gasped. The contrast of the cold ice versus the heat of the wax shocked her senses. The small cube glided over her skin slowly. Water pooled in small hollows on her skin between the raised ridges of wax. Some ran off her body, soaking the bedding.

Marcus traveled the wax patterns he had created, around her breasts, over her stomach and down to her legs. Tabitha shivered and her nipples ached.

He positioned himself on the mattress between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs. His hot breath hit her sensitive flesh and then he paused, licking her swollen clit. Tabitha stifled a shriek as his cold tongue and lips engulfed her.

Marcus held a small ice cube on his tongue and he swept it against her, cooling her hot clit. He followed with his tongue, teasing and licking. His fingers pushed the small remaining bit of the melting cube inside her and it dissolved completely. A rivulet of water trickled out of her and down the crack of her ass.

Marcus thrust his fingers inside her as he grasped Tabitha's clit in his lips, tugging and sucking. Tabitha reached her limit and fell over the edge, gasping, as she strained against Marcus's mouth. He stilled against her, letting her ride out the waves of pleasure.

When Tabitha stopped trembling, Marcus moved off the bed. Moments later, he placed his hands on her shoulders, spreading slick oil. Busy fingertips skimmed over her skin to her breasts. His thumbs anointed her nipples, which pebbled under his touch. Applying the slippery oil to her abdomen and legs, Marcus slid his hand between her thighs and caressed the folds he found there. Tabitha opened to the extent her bindings allowed, giving him full access. She prayed he wouldn't stop, wouldn't leave her wanting.

Marcus knelt between her legs and worked his way back up her body. When he reached her arms once again, he laid his full weight on her and Tabitha relaxed into him. He was nude and probed her with his erection.

His breath was hot on her neck. "Tell me you want me."

"Oh, yes. Please, Sir!" Tabitha wriggled against him, but her bonds limited her movements.

Marcus released the ribbons on her ankles, each in turn. He then bent her knees back toward her body, spreading her legs wide.

"I'm going to take you now. I'm going to make you mine."

Tabitha moaned. His low voice made her clench inside.

Marcus's fingers found her most sensitive spot and caressed her there, stoking her fevered arousal. His erection pulsed against her thigh and Tabitha rubbed her leg against him, drawing him close.

"So eager. I like that." Marcus replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, rubbing it back and forth against her clit.

Tabitha's hips lifted off the mattress in response. She was tightly wound, longing for him.

"Your body seems to want me. What about your mind?"

"Yes, please yes."

Marcus lifted himself away from her. "I'm not convinced."

"Please! Yes, Sir. I want you!" Tabitha strained against the velvet ties that still secured her wrists.

"You do look ready. Perhaps. Maybe." Marcus remained still.

"Take me. Please, Sir. I want to feel you … I
need
you … deep inside me."

"I believe you have persuaded me." Marcus grasped her hips with his hands and drove himself inside her with a single stroke.

Tabitha gasped at the intrusion and thrust up against him in return. Inside her body, her desire rose again, straining higher and higher. With every stroke, she soared until blinding ecstasy burst forth within her. As she lost control, Marcus buried himself deep and reached his release.

Marcus untied Tabitha's bindings. The ribbons slipped from her wrists and she was free. Marcus lifted her to a sitting position and untied her blindfold. The sudden light blinded her. As Tabitha's eyes adjusted, she was gratified to see satisfaction on Marcus's face.