Seductress Seduced (The Embassy Book 4) (3 page)

“I could break your spine and suck the marrow from your bones, if that’s what you’re alluding to,” I offered in a husky voice, then laughed. “But what good would that do me if you were paralyzed below the hips? I do prefer my men fully functional.”

His lips found my earlobe and closed around it, the warmth of his mouth tantalizing as he sucked softly.

“So you can ride me, until I’m too spent to be of any service to you anymore?”

His hands left my breasts, in fact dropped away from me completely, but only to appear next on the zipper of my dress. I waited patiently as he brought it down my back then let the fabric slither from my body, revealing my unclothed backside to him.

What can I say, when all you are here to do is fuck, why bother with underwear?

I could feel the weight of his gaze as he took me in: curves, panes, and angles. A coy glance back over my shoulder found him looking at the roundness of my hip in fascination, before my motion drew his attention up to my face. I made as if to turn around so he could study the rest of me, but he stopped me, his hands firm but gentle on my upper arms.

“Let me serve you tonight. Use me in every which way you want me.”

His words sent an uncustomary thrill up my spine, but also left me cautious. I knew only too well that what he was asking for might not be a genuine offer, but rather a picky wish hidden behind nice phrases.
‘Serve me,’ he wanted?
More likely it was a demand for me to cater to his submissive side, and pretend like I was only taking, while pandering to
his
needs instead. While I wasn’t opposed to obliging him, I wanted to know where we stood first.

Still, it could be worse
, I figured, as I shrugged him off, literally as well as figuratively.

“Is that so?” I asked, unable to keep the mirth out of my voice.

“Yes,” he breathed into my hair, barely louder than a sigh. “
Mistress
.”

“Undress.”

I put an authoritative lilt into my voice, but still kept my tone gentle.
If he wanted someone to bark orders at him, he’d chosen the wrong succubus for the job
.

Garrett was quick to incline his head, then stripped, dropping his clothes onto the floor with no regard for wrinkles. I watched as the soft light revealed his body to me, one part at a time. I’d been right in my first assessment; his physique was fit, muscles clearly outlined under his tanned skin. There was hair, but not too much, and trimmed in the places I would get close to very soon. His cock was thick rather than long, making me want to lick my lips, but I forced myself to keep studying him evenly, even after the last stitch of his clothing had dropped to the floor.

He shivered briefly under my scrutiny, but the hint of a smile remained in his eyes as he looked back at me, now studying my nude front with equal interest as I did his.

“Show me what I’m going to be working with,” I told him, nodding toward his cock. Already on the fast track to saluting me, it hardened quickly as he wrapped one hand around it and started stroking himself.
 

One might have thought that after so long in the business, such a common act would get trivial, but I found myself strangely mesmerized by it. His dick certainly deserved to be looked at.

“Enough,” I told him when he looked sufficiently hard, and nodded toward the pillow-covered bed in the corner. “Lay down.”

A quick nod and he scurried to follow my directive. I waited until he had stretched out comfortably, then stepped up to the bed and reached for one of the gauzy veils decorating the carved bedposts. Garrett watched me with rapt attention as I wound the fabric around his wrist, then tied it off, more or less anchoring his arm to that corner. I did the same on the other side, but I left his legs untied—for now. I’d soon enough see if I was on the right track. Judging from the fact that his cock seemed harder still, and a tantalizing red haze of need was suffusing the air around him, I gathered that I wasn’t doing anything wrong.

His eyes never left me as he watched me crawl onto the foot of the bed, then make my way upward, pushing his legs apart so I could move in between them. I held his gaze until I was hovering over his hips then cast my eyes down. Trailing a finger up his thigh, I watched the strong muscles underneath it tense. Wrapping my hand around his cock, I could feel the soft, warm skin tighten with need.

I more sensed than heard him holding his breath, and a quick upward flicker of my gaze revealed that I had his rapt attention. Using a slow twist, I started stroking the shaft, but took pains to stay clear of the more sensitive head.

“So what exactly is it that you want to do for me?” I questioned, continuing my idle stroking. I knew that my motions were just a little too slow to be fully satisfying, and loved having that kind of power over him.

“Whatever you want of me,” he repeated, sounding as sincere as the first time. That annoyed me, and I rewarded him with a sudden, hard squeeze that drew a grunt from him.

“Whatever I want?” I teased, easing up again.

Raising the forefinger of my free hand to my lips, I sucked on it, and then brought it to his glans, drawing a painfully slow swirl atop the head of his cock. Garrett’s breathing became heavy, his lids fluttering for a moment. But as soon as I withdrew that finger again, they focused on me anew.

“Anything.”

I hated claims like that, if they were just that—empty words.

“Let’s see about that.” I sucked on that finger until it was glistening with wetness all over before bringing it down between his legs. A light skip over his perineum down to his anus, and I circled it with the same slow, teasing motion that I’d used on the head of his cock before.

I felt him jump. Some of the tension remained in his thighs, but eased up slowly as I bent my head and planted a soft, wet kiss on his cock, followed by a slow, deft lick. As soon as I felt him relax enough, I started easing the finger in, just as I closed my lips around his dick.

He let out a strangled sound, but it had a decidedly positive connotation to it, so I continued, slowly replacing my hand with my mouth, and opening him up to me. I could tell when the aphrodisiac in my saliva started to work on him, making him utter a moan that went straight to my pussy.

I went on, increasing pressure and speed slowly, but still not fast enough to fully satisfy his growing need. The red in his aura intensified, making something inside of me vibrate like a resounding tuning fork. It was like a salad compared to a three-course dinner—not enough to sate my hunger, but delicious nonetheless.

I could tell from how tight he was that he wasn’t used to having anything up his ass, but as I continued to stroke his prostate, I felt him get more into it. Whether that was what he’d had in mind or not, he seemed to hold himself to his claim of fully submitting to me, if not in those exact words. That made me think, and consider my plans for him. Usually, the men that were happy to walk into my clutches were so desperate, they just took whatever morsel of pleasure that I allowed them to have. Garrett, on the other hand, was horny as fuck, but seemed nowhere frustrated with the pace I set. Either he was really into getting teased…or, I had to consider the possibility that he was the real deal.

Mulling that over, I lightly scraped my teeth up his shaft, then sucked hard on his head. I felt him tighten around my finger, and he rewarded me with a delicious moan, but didn’t protest as I withdrew my hand and leaned back, completely depriving him of contact.

His eyes, previously closed, opened now so he could regard me levelly. I could easily identify need and desire in his gaze, but still no resentment at being pulled along, ever so slowly.
Interesting
.

“If you really want to serve me, this should be about me, not you,” I pointed out, testing my new theory.

“It should,” he agreed, a small smile appearing on his face. “Not that I’m protesting, but I get a certain feeling that you’re not taking me seriously.”

I kept studying him, pursing my lips, and he tried to push himself into a more upright, sitting position, as much as the fragile bonds would allow him.

“Prove it,” I said.

“Let me know how, and I will,” he promised.

“Back down. There’s a reason why I tied you like that, and I intend for you to remain that way until I tell you otherwise.”

He inclined his head and shuffled into his original position, then watched me without a hint of guile as I tied more fabric around his ankles to fix them in place, too. Looking down at him, I had to admit that seeing such a powerful man so helpless held a certain beauty in it. Returning to the bed, I stretched out next to him so that my head was on his shoulder, my fingers skipping over his well-defined abs. His cock, still standing proudly, visibly jumped as my caress got closer.

“You want my touch so badly, don’t you?” I whispered, pressing the softest of kisses onto his scruffy chin.

“I want it, yes, but I can restrain myself,” he replied, humor again lacing his voice.

“You won’t be able to for much longer, if we continue,” I informed him, not even half joking.

“Prove it,” he echoed my earlier sentiment.

Now he was grinning at me, his whole face alight with mirth, which made him seem weirdly attractive. Not that he was lacking in good looks otherwise, but it brought something to the surface that hadn’t been there before.

“Am I boring you?” I asked, just a little haughtily.

“Well,” he started, his grin widening. “You do talk a lot, and so far, you haven’t put much action to your claims.”

“Is that so?”

Now I didn’t have to pretend to be a little annoyed with him.

He shrugged, but not enough to dislodge me from his shoulder. “I don’t know why you keep holding back on me. I told you, more than once, that I’m quite happy to lose myself in you, even if it’s for forever. Use me. Let me serve you. Don’t hold back. And if I really can’t take it, it’s my loss, not yours. Right?”

I burned to tell him that things weren’t quite that simple, but then made myself stop. He was right, he had been repeating himself, and I kept finding reasons to hold back. What was strange about this was the fact that I seldom felt regret when I did venture too far, and never on just the possibility. My victims, willing as they all were, knew what could be in store for them.
So why hesitate now?

Moving into a half-sitting position, I looked down at him, letting a leer come to my face slowly.

“Game’s on, joker,” I whispered, and then pushed myself upright so I could swing one leg over his body until I was straddling his chest, facing toward his feet. It would have been easier if I hadn’t tied him down first, but a little re-arranging was all that was needed until I was centered over his head, feeling his breath warm on my thigh. Leaning back so I could see his face between my legs, I grinned down at him.

“Maybe I should warn you, even if warnings aren’t your thing. As you likely have already realized, my saliva’s packing a bit of a punch, and the same is true for all my other fluids. I’m not claiming that my pussy smells like nectar, but I’ve been told that the taste can be quite addictive.”

Garrett gave me a smile that was definitely a silent,
Bring it on!
Then he raised his head as far as his position would allow, letting him reach that Promised land, but just barely. Because I wasn’t a spoilsport—or that much of a tease—I lowered my hips and leaned forward, taking his cock deep into my mouth.

Ardent
was what best described his eagerness as he set to work. That first flick of his tongue, barely touching my labia, was quickly repeated, this time sinking in between. I held still for a moment, reveling in the sensation of his eager tongue reaching my clit. He drew a quick circle, and I felt him move as he pushed his head up further so that he could follow up with a wet kiss, using just the right amount of suction. I closed my eyes, and rewarded his efforts by taking his dick even farther in until he hit the back of my throat. He moaned, the vibrations not lost on me, and I moved off him again so I could tease his glans with the tip of my tongue.

Obedient, he apparently wanted to be, but meekness was just not his strong suit. While he continued to lick me, he jerked hard on the feeble bonds around his wrists, making the knots slip until he had freed himself. I was just about to admonish him, but all he did was wrap his arms around my thighs so he could pull me closer to him and get better access, and there was simply no sense in denying him that.

With me now secure in his grasp, he sped up, keeping his head in place, but moving his tongue with vigor and alacrity. The walls of my pussy clenched, making me yearn for his hot, thick cock there, but I wasn’t ready to let him off the hook just yet. And while getting fucked was definitely on my list of priorities, it was not number one.

Moving off his dick completely, I put my head on his thigh, still close enough that I could lightly blow onto his saliva-wetted skin, and reached underneath his leg for his balls. They felt heavy, and were just as eager for attention as his adjacent parts. Starting slow and gentle, I increased the pressure of my sensual massage to the point where the tension was back in his thighs. Bringing my other hand back to his cock, I resumed stroking it, somewhat faster than before.
He was doing a decent job. He deserved a small reward.

I allowed myself to get lost in the moment, feeling my feeding impulse kick in. Garrett’s arousal might have been enough for that, but with my own joining it now, it was virtually impossible to hold back—and after his repeated insistence that there was no need for that, I didn’t.