Sexy as Hell Box Set (15 page)

“You did go into the bathroom and have a little play with your new plug, didn’t you?”

He tightened his lips.

I went on. “When the package arrived you opened it, not Mary, and curiosity gripped you, instantly. No doubt you had a quick look online, to see exactly what I’d sent you, what to do with it. Saw some pretty ripe images, I’m sure.” I stroked the back of my index finger down his cheek, felt and heard the rasp of stubble. “You pictured Carlos, with that big dildo up his arse and remembered wondering what it must have felt like.” I feathered my touch over his chin, up the other cheek and down again. Gentle, adoring movements. “You thought of me and my instructions and your dick got hard with you just picturing…” I paused and slipped my finger between his lips, just a little, not past his teeth.

He blinked slowly, parted his mouth, inviting my entry.

“You pictured me pushing it in to you, slowly, gently, stretching your tight virgin arse and making it at home inside your body.” As I spoke I breached his damp lips with two fingers, settling the tips on the wet softness of his tongue. “Because I would be gentle. I don’t want to hurt you in a bad way, Victor. This is all about pleasure. Giving yourself over to me, trusting me to take you to a place where only ecstasy exists and you have no worries, no responsibilities other than doing as I ask of you.”

I pulled my fingers almost out of his mouth then slid them back in, probing deeper into the dark heat, getting him used to having me inside him. “Would you like that? I think you would. All day you have the weight of the world on your shoulders. Making decisions, striking deals. Why not let me be the one making the decisions for you in the evening? I’ll look after your needs—I know what you want more than you do.” I removed my fingers, trailed a wet line down his throat, sternum and to his right nipple. “Victor,” I whispered. “You’re doing so well, learning, experimenting, don’t stop now. Not when we can do this here, tonight.”

He stiffened slightly as I leant down and took his nipple into my mouth, compressed it and at the same time cupped his cock through his sweats. He was hard, as I’d known he would be. One thing about Victor, he never had a problem getting it up. A quality I always admired in a man.

I raised my head again, licked my lips and then kissed him. A hot, deep, profound kiss that made me feel all warm and tingly. He was a great kisser—even when he was letting me take control, he still managed to give as good as I gave.

Rubbing my palm over his erection, I broke the kiss. “Do you trust me?”

He swallowed. Swiped his tongue over his damp lips.

“You have to trust me,” I said, keeping the worry from my voice. If he didn’t trust me this would never work. “I’ve done this before, with great success. No complaints ever, just requests for more.” I touched my lips to the tip of his nose. “Please, Victor, say you trust me and let me do this. I promise you won’t regret it.”

He cleared his throat. “And you’ll stop if I ask you to?”

I noticed a flush of red on his cheeks.

“Of course, just call me by my middle name, Amanda, and I’ll stop.”

“Amanda.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear then caught in a breath and widened his eyes when I gripped his erection and massaged. “Okay, but…”

A swell of triumph crested through me. “But?”

He swallowed again. “Be gentle.”

Oh, God, Zara had her mouth wrapped round my cock again. I could get pretty bloody used to her doing that. She was an expert, and it was the perfect antidote to a hassle-heavy day at the office. Damn shame she was insisting on shoving that plug up my arse in a minute. It might take away the relaxing quality of the moment.

But the plug was still on the table next to my beer, so I rested back on the sofa, shut my eyes and let the stroke of her tongue and the moist heat of her mouth take me to a special place.

I’d planned just a shower, beer and bed tonight, choosing to forgo Zara’s show and cope with her wrath tomorrow. I hadn’t counted on her showing up at my door, but I was glad that she had, now that I was naked and getting sucked off.

My heart was tripping, but I’d taken my pill so that should soon steady the wonky bugger. Perhaps a nice, languid blowjob would actually calm me down. Zara certainly seemed in no hurry—she was worshipping every tiny section of my dick, exploring my balls, my cockhead, and flicking her tongue into every crease.

“Wider,” she murmured, pressing my inner thighs.

I parted my legs for her to settle between them. Opened my eyes and watched her sink her mouth onto my dick. She was fully dressed, her hair a striking coal-black against her soft snow-white jumper as it slid over her shoulders and onto my legs, hips and belly. She had her arse in the air. Encased in tight red jeans, it looked good enough to eat.

“Mmm,” I said, “you do that so well, Zara.”

She raised her head, caught my cock in her hand. “Mistress. You have to call me Mistress.”

I noticed a flash of determination in her eyes. She wouldn’t back down on this one, and all I wanted was for her to go back down. “Mistress,” I said, slipping my hand over her hair. “Mistress, you are so fucking good at giving head.”

She grinned. “I know.”

Once again she took me deep. I groaned, supressed the urge to forge into her throat, and stared at the TV. The weather forecast was showing.

I stared unseeing, capturing control of my build to climax. I wanted it to simmer, didn’t want to come too soon and look like a twerp. But fuck, she was exploring behind my balls, deft little touches in places only I’d touched before. Helen had never ventured that far—well, to be fair, she hadn’t often headed down between my legs. Sucking dick hadn’t been her thing.

Zara raised her head. “Victor,” she said, almost in a whisper. “I think you’re ready.”

I was hot and hard, my breaths were coming quick, and my body felt loose but tight all at the same time. I watched, almost in a daze as she walked to her handbag, pulled out a tube of lube and then took the plug from the table. She sat back between my legs.

I felt so rude, so exposed. Legs wide apart, cock straining upwards, balls and arsehole on show. But my need to have her touching me again, adoring my cock, overruled the need to clamp shut. It was all I could do not to grab her hand and make her wank me to orgasm.

She slithered up my body, her soft sweater like silk on my cock and abdomen.

“Shh, close your eyes, just feel,” she whispered onto my lips. “One sense is enough this first time.”

She kissed each of my eyelids in turn, and reflexively I shut them.

What the hell was I doing? A blowjob was all well and good, but…

The thought was strong, but not strong enough to make me protest. I realised that I really did trust Zara to do this. I’d seen her do it to Carlos, not gently, admittedly, but she did seem to have a pretty good idea of what it was all about.

But did I want it? Did I want that plug up my arse?

She licked my cock, slipped a cool,
lubed finger over my puckered hole, turned a slow circle then stroked the skin between my sac and arsehole.

I groaned, deep and guttural. I didn’t want her finger, that was too intimate, I wanted the plug. But still, being touched there, it had me burning with need.

Gripping the sofa with one hand, I clenched the other into a fist. Heat was building in my balls, but it wasn’t just spreading to my cock, it was also radiating backwards, into my arse.

“You taste so good,” Zara murmured, “and you feel amazing, Victor. I want to be inside you, be part of you, where the darkest corner of your soul is yet to be found.”

She slid a finger into my arse, slowly, firmly, until her knuckles buffeted my bum cheeks.

Another groan escaped me, the absolute invasion pushing my breath out in one long, outward pant. I hadn’t thought I wanted that, but now I really bloody well did.

“Just here,” she said, moving her finger. “It will feel good just here.”

“Oh, God!” My legs jerked, my spine twitched. What the fuck was she doing? A sudden, furious whack of desire for more blasted through me. She’d done something, touched somewhere deep in my back passage that had never really been touched before and it felt fucking amazing.

I tore open my eyes. She was sitting staring at my face. One hand on my right knee, keeping my thighs wide, the other lost between my legs.

“You like that?” A knowing smile tickled her lips.

I went to speak, but as I did she brushed that damn sensitive place deep inside me again. No words formed. I tried to lift my arm, but my muscles felt weak and my wrist hung limply. All I could do was press my pelvis down, shift on her finger and hope for another probing caress.

“I think you’re ready.”

She withdrew and my hole clenched shut, my dick bobbed. I went to grab it.

“Ah, ah, no, no. That’s mine.” She batted my hand away and fisted my dick with the hand that had been on my knee. “I’m in charge, remember. You have to just lie back and enjoy.”

I was so turned on. New needs careened through me, as did anxiety.

“Relax,” she whispered. “Lie back and relax, you look like you’ll give yourself a damn heart attack otherwise.”

“Fucking hell.” I dropped back on the sofa, unaware of how far forwards I’d sprung, and how tense my abdominal muscles had been.

“That’s it,” she soothed. “Trust me.”

I pressed my lips together, held my breath, and tried to ignore the whoosh of my rapid heartbeats thundering through my ears.

“I said, relax,” Zara said, her breath washing over my belly.

She gave my cock a few long, languid strokes, slipping her finger into my slit as she did so.

“Oh, yes,” I said appreciatively. “That’s it.”

Coolness spread on my anus, then my hole was stretching, tender and slow.

“Bear down,” she ordered. “Victor, let the plug in.”

I did as she’d asked, surrendering my most private place to her. My legs shook, my body felt on fire, every nerve centred on the sensations in my arse.

“You’re doing so well,” she said, unrelenting in her invasion.

“God, is it nearly in?” I gasped. The stretch was turning to a burn. How much wider did the damn thing get? I squirmed, trying to get away from the nip of pain.

She pressed harder. “Nearly there,
shh, nearly there.” She dipped her head, took my cock into her mouth.

Slotting my hands into her hair, I reared my hips and sank as far as I could go.

She tunnelled the plug deep, deeper still.

I cried out.

It popped in and my anus clamped tight, the wings keeping it from burying in my body completely.

Zara raised her head, released my cock and we both stilled.

“It’s in,” she said. Her eyes were full of victory, those damn big pupils of hers as wide as they could go.

I nodded, just a little, and blew out a breath.

“Does it feel good?” She tipped her head.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Only think so?”

Words weren’t coming so well, my brain fudging as all energies went to examining the wedge of rubber in my arse.

“I think if feels better than you ever imagined.” She moved up me again, settling her belly over my cock. “It’s pressing your prostate and making you want to ride to conclusion, isn’t it?”

“I…”

“Answer your Mistress.” She bit my nipple. Hard

“
Ow, fucking hell.” I jerked and then groaned as the plug shifted.

She smiled, stood, and stared down at me lying naked and plugged on my sofa.

“Get up,” she said, whisking off her jumper. She wore no bra.

“What?”

“Get up. I want you to fuck me.”

“Jesus, really? Now? With this in?”

She laughed, a high-pitched giggle. “Victor, that was just foreplay, to make the main event more fun for you. Now get up.” She shoved at her jeans. They were tight, it appeared a struggle. When they were off and her knickers, too, she stared at me, hands on hips. “Bloody hell, Victor, do you really want me to paddle your arse the very first time you have a plug in? Get the fuck up.”

Paddle my arse?

Gingerly I stood, each movement shifting the plug, making me want to groan, jack my dick, catch my breath.

Zara reached for the lube, offered it to me. “Here, lube me up.”

“What?”

A sudden, sharp strike
razored across my cheek. Zara had slapped me, really fucking hard.

“
What?
Is that how you speak to your Mistress?” She caught my chin and squeezed. “You don’t say
what
when I order you to lube me up, you say, ‘Yes, Mistress, of course, Mistress’, and then you just fucking do it, all right?”

Pain shot across my face, and my arse tensed so tight my knees weakened. A surge of blood to my cock made it bob up against my belly. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good, now don’t forget that in future.”

I paused.