Pleasure Bound (4 page)

The doors closed and the elevator started upward. It stopped on the third floor and the woman disappeared. The door closed and the elevator continued upward.

Now she was alone in the small space with Zeke. Soon they’d be inside her apartment and he’d be touching her and … The vibration of the moving elevator matched the quivers inside her. Zeke pushed himself forward and pulled a key from his pocket, then unlocked a door on the control panel. He pushed a button and the elevator halted.

“What are you doing?” she asked, knowing damn well what he was doing.

He turned toward her, his eyes blazing with heat.

“I’m going to fuck you. Right here. Right now.”

Goose bumps quivered along her flesh.

She licked her lips. “We … can’t do that here.”

He stepped toward her, and she stepped back until she was pressed into the corner, his hard muscular body against hers. He grasped her face in a gentle hold and stared into her eyes.

“We can and we will.”

The authority in his voice sent thrilling excitement shuddering through her.

“Yes,” she said.

“Yes, what?”

“I … uh…”

“ ‘Yes, Master’ is the appropriate response.”

Oh God.
Her pulse quickened.

“Yes,
Master.
”

A slow smile spread across his face.

“That’s more like it. Now open your blouse for me.”

She hesitated as she glanced up at the corner of the elevator, wondering if there were security cameras.

“Now.” His sharp tone sent her heart pounding in exhilaration.

She released the buttons. Quickly.

His gaze followed her fingers, watching the blouse part to reveal her breasts, encased in a simple white lace bra.

“Ah.” He stroked his finger along the top edge of one lacy cup. “So virginal.”

His finger dipped under the lace on one side and drew it downward, then tucked the fabric under her swelling breast. The nipple thrust forward. He stared at the dusky rosebud and smiled, then stroked his finger over it. She moaned at the exquisite sensation. He bared her other breast in a similar fashion, then cupped his hands under her aching mounds and stroked the nipples with his thumbs.

When she thought she couldn’t stand the intense sensations rushing through her another moment, he leaned down and lapped at her hard nipple, then drew it into his mouth, and sucked hard. She gasped, clutching his head tight to her.

At the feel of his mouth on her other nipple, she threw her head back and moaned. He grasped her face, then captured her mouth, driving his tongue inside, pulsing against hers in a passionate dance.

“You are so damned sexy,” he murmured, his voice hoarse.

He turned her around to face the mirrored wall. She sucked in a breath at the sight of her naked breasts, the dark rose nipples thrusting forward, reflected in the mirrored wall. He cupped her breasts in his big hands, then stroked them. Her nipples peaked into his palms and her vagina ached with need. His thumbs circled over her hard nubs again and a spike of pleasure jolted through her. Her vaginal muscles contracted.

As she watched, he drew her skirt upward, slowly, baring her thighs a little at a time, then he glided his hand up between them. She opened her legs, wanting to feel his touch higher. Her insides melted with need. She could feel the slickness between her legs.

He eased her back toward him and his leg pushed forward until her weight pressed against it, the heat of his hard muscular thigh burning through her. He kissed behind her ear and his warm breath whispered against her cheek.

“Stroke your breasts,” he commanded.

Her hands glided up her ribs to her breasts, then she stroked over her hard tips with her fingers. She toyed with the hard nubs, stroking, then squeezing.

“Oh yeah.” His olive green eyes blazed with heat as he watched her.

“Now turn around and suck my cock.”

A shiver ran down her spine as she turned around and knelt before him, the bulge in his pants quite obvious, then tugged his zipper down. She reached inside his worn jeans and wrapped her fingers around his hot, hard cock.

She drew out his purple-veined shaft and licked the tip.

He sucked in a breath. “Do you like my cock in your hand?”

“Yes,” she murmured. “Master,” she added quickly.

“Good girl. Suck it deep.”

She wrapped her lips around him, then drove forward, relaxing her throat and ignoring the gag reflex. She drew back and sucked, her cheeks hollowing, then she dove deep again.

“Oh God, you’re good at that.”

She bobbed forward and back while he stroked her shoulder-length hair from her face. She loved the feel of his big hard cock in her mouth, stroking her tongue, gliding into her throat. She paused for a moment, concentrating on his cockhead. Tightening her lips around him, she dragged her teeth lightly over the ridge of the corona, then swirled her tongue around the smooth surface. Then she dove deep again. Her fingers slid underneath and she cupped his balls, then stroked them gently.

“Stop,” he commanded.

She drew away, releasing his hard shaft from her mouth, and stared up at him. He drew her upward, then pressed her against the wall. He tugged her skirt higher and pressed his knee between her legs. She opened her thighs and he stroked over her mound, then slid under the crotch of her panties, finding her slick opening. He grabbed her panties and tugged them down her legs, then off. He stood up and pressed his body tight to hers, his breath searing her.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

She nodded, hot need blazing through her.

He wrapped his hand around his cock and pressed the head to her opening, then he drove forward. She gasped at the exquisite invasion.

He grasped her thighs and lifted. She wrapped her legs around him, allowing his cock to press deeper.

“Oh God, fuck me, Master.”

He drew back then thrust forward, back then forward. She clung to him as he drove into her again and again, his body compressing the air from her with each thrust. Enhancing the highly erotic experience.

He was fucking her in an elevator! How sexy was that!

Waves of intense pleasure flooded through her. She gasped as his hard cock drove into her again and again.

“I…”

He drove deep and she gasped again.

“I’m going to come.”

He thrust harder.

“Do it, baby,” he said. “Let me hear you come.”

She moaned as the blissful pleasure erupted through her, her nerve endings exploding in ecstasy.

He groaned and tensed against her, then pulsed inside her.

She leaned against him, gasping for air. He kissed the top of her head, then drew back. His big cock slipped from inside her.

He grinned. “I bet you’ve worked up an appetite for that pizza.”

She tugged down her skirt and he helped her fasten her blouse buttons before he returned to the control panel and pressed another button that started the elevator again.

“Where did you get the key?” she asked.

He shrugged. “I have a friend who knows a guy.”

She arched an eyebrow. Clearly, Zeke had some interesting friends.

As the elevator moved upward, Zeke leaned over and picked something up from the floor.

“Here, you might want these.”

She stared at his hand to see her white panties. Her cheeks flushed at the thought she’d almost left them lying on the elevator floor. When she reached for them, he closed his fingers around them and tucked them into his pocket and winked.

“A little souvenir.”

Souvenir? Did that mean he figured their relationship wouldn’t last very long? Did he just consider her a short-term distraction?

*   *   *

As soon as Marie opened the door, Jade trotted up to her and meowed.

“Hey there, little fella.” Zeke picked up Jade and stroked her, immediately triggering a loud rumbling purr. “How about I feed the fur-ball—”

“Jade.” Why couldn’t guys keep track of a cat’s name or gender?

“Right.” He stroked behind Jade’s ears and she tipped her head up, her eyelids falling closed. The purring got louder. “I’ll go feed Jade and order the pizza, while you change.”

Marie went into her bedroom and changed from her work clothes, then returned to the living room and settled beside Zeke. Jade draped herself over Zeke’s lap until the pizza arrived, then Marie and Zeke enjoyed dinner.

Marie popped the last of the pizza slice into her mouth and leaned back on the couch while she chewed thoughtfully, watching Zeke take a swig from his bottle of beer. That escapade in the elevator had been absolutely sensational. And not just the location. Remembering the way he’d commanded her still sent thrills through her.

A part of her was uncertain, though. Women had worked so hard for so long to ensure they were respected and treated as equals to men. Why did the thought of a man ordering her around … treating her like a plaything … turn her on?

“Zeke, this thing we’re doing … with me calling you Master…”

He put his beer down and his intense gaze locked on her.

She tugged on her thumb, not sure exactly what to say. “I … uh … really like it.”

“Good.”

“But … I don’t want you to think that—”

He tugged her into his arms and kissed her, his mouth mastering hers, his tongue pushing between her lips and swirling inside. It was cool, with the yeasty taste of beer. She caressed it with her own tongue, her lips moving in response to his.

Then he drew back.

“I would never assume the dominant role outside the bedroom, nor expect you to defer to me.”

She stared at him, his gaze insistent and intense. She smiled and stroked back the hair that had fallen over his eye.

“Well, you are a strong man who likes to take the lead, so I expect you to be a little dominating, but that’s what I like about you. As long as we both understand the limits.”

The intensity of his stare did not change.

“Marie, if you feel things are going too far, or you simply don’t want to continue, tell me.”

His intense concern touched her. She nodded.

“And if we decide to take the role-playing further, then I’ll give you a safe word to use. The split second you say that word, everything stops cold. Do you understand?”

She nodded again.

“This is all about your pleasure. Nothing else. It’s not meant to be an ego boost for me. All I need to know is that you’re enjoying yourself. That’s
all
that’s important.”

She nodded again, beginning to feel like a bobble-head doll. “I understand.”

He kissed her, gently this time, and for some reason that tenderness, in contrast to his usual masterful use of her mouth, sent her senses spinning.

When he released her, she felt light-headed, and positively ebullient.

“Now, take off your clothes and get me a cold beer.”

Four

Marie’s jaw dropped open at Zeke’s transformation back to dominant male.

“I said, take off your clothes.” His olive green eyes stared deep into hers, as if challenging.

She hesitated for only a second, wondering if she should tell him no. But she realized she didn’t need to test him. He’d told her this was about her pleasure and she totally believed him.

He raised an eyebrow. She stood up.

“Yes, Master.”

She tugged her T-shirt over her head and tossed it onto the easy chair, then unfastened the button and zipper on her jeans. As she pushed them down, his gaze followed every movement. She stepped out of the denim and stood before him in only a racy red bra and thong.

His simmering gaze assured her she’d made the right choice when she’d gone to change out of her work clothes while he’d ordered the pizza.

She reached around behind her back to unfasten her bra.

“Wait. Come here and turn around.”

She turned around and sat down beside him. His fingers worked at the hooks and the garment loosened. He slipped the straps off her shoulders and she allowed the bra to fall onto her lap. His hands glided around her waist, then cupped her naked breasts. He squeezed and stroked, sending her senses spinning. Her nipples thrust forward. He squeezed them and she sucked in a breath.

His hands slipped away and she stood up, then tucked her thumbs under the elastic of her thong and pushed it down. He stroked her naked butt as she pulled the tiny garment over her feet and discarded it. She stood up slowly, enjoying his hands circling over her round flesh.

Then he smacked her bottom.

“Now for that beer.”

She scurried into the kitchen and retrieved a beer from the fridge. What had he meant when he’d suggested they might take the role-playing further … doing something that would require a safe word? She’d never tried domination and submission role-playing before she’d met Zeke, but she understood the concept of a safe word. Wasn’t that usually used when the woman … or rather, whichever partner played the submissive role … would want to struggle? When she was being overpowered and might want to tell him to stop in the context of the roles?