Seducing Jane Porter (6 page)

“You like that.” He nipped her earlobe.

“Yes.”

“That little edge of pain with your pleasure.” He kissed the curve of her shoulder. “It enhances your arousal and brings it sharply into focus. You are more aware of your need when you feel that touch of pain.”

His accent was thicker now, undoubtedly a result of his arousal. That coupled with his hand moving up her thigh, left her breathless. Her need had taken over leaving her liquid, hot and aroused. The itch that had plagued her for a year was demanding to be appeased.

“Please…”

“In good time, Jane.” His broad hand moved to the inside of her knee. “Anticipation makes the pleasure much more intense. Your release, when you receive it, will be the sweetest reward.”

She moaned when his hand slid up her thigh to caress the damp material covering her pussy. Her thighs tightened, eliciting a soft hiss from Antonio.

Deft fingers pushed aside the thong and she whimpered when he gently tugged the soft hairs covering her pussy. Her arms tightened around his shoulders and she pressed close, silently begging him to touch her. Sliding into her slick cunt, he bypassed her clit to stroke the sensitized labia.

“You’re killing me,” she hissed. Spreading her thighs, she granted him better access to her needy flesh.

“If so, then you shall die a very happy woman.” He chuckled.

When his finger brushed her clitoris, Jane jerked. Antonio removed his hand to reach up and pull off her mask. She blinked, feeling suddenly naked beneath his gaze.

“Exquisite,” he breathed.

His fingers caressed her cheek then moved down her jaw. When his thumb caressed the curve of her mouth, her tongue darted out. The taste of her own arousal was shocking and thrilling at the same time. His dark gaze pinned hers and she longed to sink into the twin whirlpools of heat and need in their depths.

“Antonio,” she hissed.

To her dismay, rather than touch her, he eased her from his lap onto the couch beside him.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m about to have dessert.”

Dessert? He was going to eat
now
?

Sliding off the couch, he moved between her thighs. Taking her by the backs of the legs, he pulled her toward him, forcing her legs father apart.

Oh…
that
kind of dessert.

With a mask covering most of his face, there was something very naughty about letting a man go down on her when she wouldn’t recognize him on the street.

Pushing aside her panties, he spread her thighs wide. His tongue was deft and with the first stroke she was shaking. His dark gaze glinted behind the mask and his fingers breached her molten pussy.

Jane’s hips bucked when he inserted a thick finger into her cunt. She tightened around him and goose bumps erupted across her skin. Adding a second finger, he thrust in and out of her hungry pussy as his tongue continued its mesmerizing dance over her clit.

“Oh…oh…yes…yes!”

Her body arched and she pressed her clit hard against his tongue. With each stroke her need for release grew until she was screaming his name. Her nails dug into the couch, and her eyes slid closed. His hands gripped her hips to hold her in place as she rocked frantically against his mouth.

“Antonio!”

She reached for him, her fingers tangling in his dark hair. When his teeth grazed her clit that was all it took. Her release was powerful, holding her body in its grip until every last drop of sensation was torn from her.

After a few moments, though it could’ve been hours for all she knew, the sensation began to ease and she sagged against the couch.

Damn. Why had she waited so long?

She was more than he’d hoped for. Beautiful, intelligent and sexy and hungry, everything he could ever want in a woman. Beneath her cool exterior, Jane was liquid fire and the possibilities were endless.

With just a taste of her sweet pussy he’d almost melted into a puddle on the floor. Taking his time and getting to know her, her wants, desires, would be a pleasure he could not deny himself.

“Jane, are you awake?”

Her lashes parted and her hazy, sex-drugged gaze met his. Her lips were kiss-swollen and he was struck by the need to lick them.

“I think I’m awake.” Her tone was thick, sexy. “If I’m not, don’t wake me, this dream is too good to interrupt.”

His lips twitched and he had to force himself not to laugh at her response. It was time to get serious.

“Come stand before me, Jane.”

Moving slowly, she rose from the couch. In those sleepy, sexy eyes, he saw the fire, banked for now, but it was there waiting to be released.

“Remove your skirt,” he instructed.

For a split second she hesitated, her hands lingered at her waist before slipping it over her hips to pool at her feet. She stepped out of the skirt and kicked it to the side.

Clad in her corset, thong panties and garter belt, she was every man’s fantasy. With her tumbled hair and swollen lips, she’d drive any saint to his knees.

Antonio was no saint.

“Remove your stockings.”

She bit her plump lower lip then ducked her head to do his bidding. When she bent, he was afforded a mouth-watering glimpse of her breasts. Slowly she removed the stockings and sweat broke out on his forehead though he wasn’t sure if it was her provocative disrobing or the fact he was standing so close to the fire.

“Put on your shoes.”

Jane located her shoes and slipped into them.

Leaving her standing, Antonio walked to the couch and sat. Firelight danced over her plush curves. He was going to enjoy getting to know every inch of her body. Under his gaze, she shivered.

Good.

“Come to me, Jane.” He was surprised to hear his voice roughen.

She moved to stand directly in front of him. Reaching out, Antonio pulled her down onto his lap. Her thighs bracketed his. Without hesitation he took the fragile thong and tore it from her body.

Her breath hissed between her teeth.

“You will not wear any form of undergarment unless I instruct you to do so. Do you understand?”

Her eyes went wide and she swallowed hard.

“Yes, Master.”

“Remove your corset.”

Jane reached for the row of tiny hooks.

“When we are together, you are no longer Jane Porter. Your name will be Beauty and you are my submissive. You will attend to my every need and command.”

“Yes, master.” Her head was down as she worked at the hooks with gratifying speed.

“If you remember these simple commands, I think this will be a mutually satisfying relationship.”

Her pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips sending a rush of lust to his groin. When the last hook was undone, she removed the corset. Her breasts were large, the nipples dark and erect like berries. The only thing missing was a tasteful piercing, maybe a hoop of diamonds, from each tip.

Antonio leaned forward and touched his tongue to one pebbled tip. Her indrawn breath was sharp and she pressed into him. He pulled back, not wanting to relinquish his new toy, but it was time for her to understand that he made the rules, not her.

Sliding his hand up her thigh, his fingers slid into her slick cunt. Her hips bucked toward him and he shook his head.

“On my command only, Beauty.”

His gaze speared hers. Their faces were only inches from one another though he made no attempt to kiss her. Centering his thumb over her clit, he began to stroke. Her cat eyes slitted and her jaw clenched as she forced herself to remain still.

Very good.

The scent of her arousal surrounded them and her cream ran down his fingers. Just watching her fight to remain still was a pleasure, but he had other plans for his new submissive. He removed his hand.

“Take off my pants.”

Again she hesitated and he wondered at the cause. Her expression was oddly tense. Slowly she moved from his lap to sink to her knees between his legs.

Reaching for his jeans, she released the button then eased the zipper carefully over his erection. Lifting his hips, Jane slid down the pants and boxer briefs to his knees. Pausing to remove his boots, she pulled off the clothing before tossing them aside.

“I want you to suck me.”

Silently she reached for him. Her slim fingers circled his erection and she dipped her head to take him into her mouth. He groaned when she covered the head with her soft tongue. Teasing the slit, her slim hand encircled the thick shaft and gave it a gentle squeeze that almost sent him jumping off the couch.

She took him deeper into her mouth, one sensitive inch at a time. The wet slide of her tongue coupled with the pressure of her hand around his shaft threatened to tear him apart. His hands fisted as she began to move over him, her mouth and fist moving in unison to stroke and tease every straining inch of his cock.

All too soon he began slowly pushing in and out, fucking her lovely mouth. His breathing grew labored and his movements frantic as his release neared.

“Stop!”

Jane sat back, perplexed. “But I thought—”

Lunging forward, his lips met hers stemming the flow of words. Taking her by the shoulders he guided her onto his lap. Their tongues tangled and his cock pressed against her wet pussy.

Before all of his brain cells were centered on his cock, he reached for the end table and grabbed a condom from the drawer. He broke the kiss, taking only seconds to sheath his erection with the thin latex barrier.

“Take me inside, Beauty.”

Without hesitation she reached down to guide his cock into her sweet cunt. They both moaned as she sank onto his cock. The moment he was inside, Antonio needed no further urging. Gripping her hips he thrust upward, his breath hissing between his teeth. She was so tight, so wet he thought he’d lose his mind.

“Fuck me, master, hard.”

Jane tossed her head back and she rode him easily. Her hips rose and fell in concert with his thrusts. Her grip tightened and he felt the tingle of oncoming release deep in his balls. It was too soon, but his ability to stop had eroded the moment she surrounded him.

Her nails dug into his flesh and her keening cries signaled her release. With a final thrust, Antonio gave in to the delicious sensation of her orgasm surrounding his cock. His body shook with the force of his ejaculation and his vision dimmed. Jane’s movements had slowed though she still rode his body like a horse, stringing out his release to the
n
th degree.

When the storm passed, Antonio gathered her close and allowed his head to fall against her shoulder.

He’d chosen well.

What a difference a few hours made.

Her body ached in all the right places and her new master was sprawled on the bed asleep. Moonlight danced across his carved body, caressing it with the jealous touch of a scorned lover.

His face was turned away but she’d already memorized every handsome inch. Dark eyes framed with thick lashes, a straight nose and generous mouth, it was the face of a fallen angel.

Covering her mouth with her hand, she stifled her laughter. How many people could say they’d just experienced the most spectacular sex of their lives yet they had only seen their partner’s face for a few scant moments in the darkness?

Gentlemen, drop your drawers and present your erections for the lady to inspect.

Her giddy thoughts brought forth an amusing image of a penis lineup. She couldn’t help but laugh even though her mouth was still covered. The window was cool against her forehead and she struggled to stifle her merriment.

“I hope you’re not laughing at me.”

A rough, sleepy voice sounded from the bed followed by the slide of male flesh against the sheets. Their gazes caught and Jane felt as if every bit of oxygen had been ripped from her body.

Antonio lay facedown on the bed, gloriously nude. His long, dark hair was loose around his muscled shoulders and her heart jerked when he smiled at her.

“Are you?”

She cleared her throat. “No, I’m not laughing at you.”

“Then what has amused you so?”

The image of the penis lineup flashed in her mind and she shook her head. “You’d never understand.”

“I might surprise you.”

“You already have.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

His teeth flashed white against his copper skin and he rose from the bed. He was obviously comfortable in his own skin as he made no attempt to cover himself. There was an undeniable sexiness about a man who was unconcerned with his own nudity. He was secure in his body, confident about his standing in the world.

“Scoot over.”

Jane moved to give him space to sit. He pulled her between his thighs then cuddled her to his chest. Male heat penetrated her flesh through the throw and she relaxed into his arms.

“We don’t know each other very well.” His voice was a pleasant rumble against her back.

“No, we don’t.”

“What do you say about continuing our friendship until the end of weekend? I think we have chemistry that should be explored.”

Hallelujah!

“I think that is an excellent idea.”

His arms tightened. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.”

“I said yes, master.”

He chuckled and placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder. Secure in the arms of her new lover, Jane leaned her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Slow leaden warmth invaded her limbs.

“I’d hoped you’d agree as I have much to teach you, Jane. The pleasure you experienced this evening was only the beginning of what your body is capable of.”

“Goodness, I might not survive,” she murmured.

“You will thrive, my pet. The largest organ of the human body is our flesh and I have every intention of seducing every last inch of yours.”

“When can we begin?” Her words were slurred.

“In the morning. We will have breakfast and I want to introduce you to a good friend of mine. His name is Santos.”

“
Mmm
…that sounds nice.”

Are you on the edge of your seat? Are you dying to know what happens to our happy couples? Stay tuned for the next installment, Educating Jane Porter…