SilkenSeduction (13 page)

She kissed him provocatively while gliding the knuckles of
her hand along the front of his pants. The hardness of his cock couldn’t be
missed. If they weren’t in a public place, she’d fuck him right now. As if he
read her mind, he stood and escorted her deeper into the museum.

The next exhibit that caught her attention was one that
displayed the sexual art of ropes, knots and tying certain body parts into
tight packages. Ropes bound a woman’s hands, ankles and breasts. Her breasts
appeared engorged and it looked as if she were in pain, but pain of an
erotically exquisite source. She glanced at Evan and his attention seemed glued
to the intricate design of the ropes. Beside the woman in the display stood a
man in a similar state. Ropes bound his hands and ankles, keeping him in a
spread-eagle position.

She couldn’t help but stare at the way the rope was
intricately laced around his balls and the base of his penis. She couldn’t be
certain how long she stared, but Evan’s whispered words near her ear and the
heat of his body against her back startled her. “You seem to be entranced by this
form of sex. Interested in trying it?”

Tilting her chin, the erotic fire in his eyes ignited a
desperate desire to please him from deep within her soul. Before she thought
better of it, the words escaped her lips. “For you, anything.”

He kissed her as his hands slid up her body and cupped her
breasts and squeezed. His thumbs slid over the neckline’s edge and caressed her
flesh. Every ounce of her quivered, wanting him to pinch and suck her nipples.
Evan broke from the kiss and grinned. “I think we need a drink to cool us down
just a bit.”

Temair couldn’t speak. She nodded and he guided her to the
bar. After acquiring their drinks and settling her at a dark, quiet table in
the corner, he excused himself. “I’ll be right back.”

Within a few minutes, he returned with a shopping bag from
the gift shop. He slid into the cushioned booth beside her. “I’ve got something
I think you’ll like.”

He didn’t wait for her to respond. Evan pulled a butt plug
from the bag and opened it. Temair couldn’t believe what he was doing. She
darted her gaze around the bar, but noted no one other than the bartender was
there and he was busy on the phone with his back to them. Evan cleaned it with
the hand sanitizer she kept in her purse then took his second purchase from the
bag, a small tube of lube. Her lips parted as if she were going to protest but
couldn’t form the words.

He slid closer to her and whispered, “I want to place this
in that perfect heaven of your ass, baby. Then later, I plan to replace it with
my cock. Just knowing you’re sitting at dinner with this caressing your anus…”
He visibly shivered, licked his lips then added on a gravelly breath, “It’ll
keep me hard and turned-on and ready to fuck you at a moment’s notice.”

Temair couldn’t resist. She cupped his hard-on through his
pants and said, “I think you’re already there.”

“Please. For me, Temair.” The strain in his voice made her
smile. She wielded a great sexual power over this man at the moment and there
was no way she was going to let him down. She touched the butt plug and
hesitated.

“It’s larger than anything else we’ve tried.”

“I promise, it’s no bigger than my cock, baby. And if you
can handle this, my cock won’t be a problem.”

Temair took a breath, then leaned in close to his lips.
“Your cock is never a problem.”

She lifted as much as she could from the seat and slid the
hem of her dress up. With the plug in hand, Evan glided it between her ass
cheeks until the tip fit snugly in her anus. Temair gasped softly and chewed
her lower lip.

“Sit, baby. Use your body to ease it in.” His hand didn’t
move as she slowly lowered onto the plug. Her insides shook as her anus
stretched to accommodate the foreign object. Oh god, her pussy was soaked and
her nipples were pinnacles of steel by the time she was fully seated. It surprised
her how well her ass adjusted to the size. Evan wiggled it and she nearly
exploded.

“You trying to make me come?” she whispered harshly against
his neck.

“Every chance I get.” Before she could stop him, his fingers
were teasing her pussy while he gently caused the plug to move just a tiny bit
in her ass with his other hand. It didn’t take much for her to come, soaking
his fingers.

Evan laughed lightly as he pulled his hand out from under
her and licked her juices from the hand that played with her pussy. “I knew
you’d like this place,” he teased.

He gathered the packaging, returned it to the bag, placed
the lube in the inside pocket of his suit jacket and then helped her out of the
booth. As he blocked the bartender’s view, Temair straightened her dress and
they left.

Chapter Ten

Evan kept his arm around her waist as they walked outside.
Evening had fallen, causing Temair to realize they’d spent the entire afternoon
in the museum. Step by step, her insides fluttered, knowing the plug was in
place. She glanced at people as they passed and hoped they couldn’t tell. No,
it didn’t seem that they did. Why would they? No one knew she was experiencing
a personal sexual thrill but she and Evan. At the corner, he hailed a cab and
intentionally smoothed his hand across her bottom. Temair tightened her butt
cheeks on reflex and he gave her a drop-dead, dimple-popping smile.

He whispered as he held the cab door and she stepped
forward, “If I’d known you’d have gotten this turned-on, we would’ve tried
public play sooner.”

Temair met his hooded gaze with one of pure heat. “Just wait
and see what I’ve got in store for you later.”

His eyes closed for a split second as if contemplating her
challenge. She noted he had to reposition himself as he scooted into the cab
behind her. Once the door closed, he spouted an address and the cab lunged into
traffic. Temair hated cab rides in the city. In her opinion it was like taking
your life in your hands and tossing it into a swirl of bumper cars operated by
crazed individuals, all vying for the most customers per night. But tonight’s
ride took on a whole new perspective when the cab hit a bump and they bounced
in the seat.

The plug shifted. Her pussy hummed and the level of erotic
stimulation zipping through her core lifted to the next degree. She swallowed
hard against the moan that threatened to escape. Evan gave her a knowing smile
and she closed her eyes, praying for the strength to resist jumping his bones
in the backseat. She’d heard about such things happening. From the uncontrollable
waves of pleasure each dip in the road caused the plug to give her, she
understood how horniness could drive one to fuck in a cab.

When they finally reached their destination, she was a
bundle of raw nerves. Evan helped her from the cab, gathered her in his arms
and kissed her. He brushed the hair from her eyes. “No one’s ever done this for
me, Temair. Sharing our little secret through dinner is going to damn near kill
me.”

She tickled his soul patch with her fingertip and smiled. “I
intend to show you how excited this has me when I get you alone.”

“I’m counting on it.” He grinned then turned, keeping a hand
at the small of her back and escorted her into a restaurant she never thought
she’d visit.

Le Bernardin was one of the top restaurants listed in New
York’s guide to fine dining. The moment they walked in, the soft sounds of a
baby grand piano whispered in the air. The scent of wonderful food tempted
their taste buds and she couldn’t keep her mouth from watering.

“This is a country we haven’t sampled yet,” Temair stated as
they followed the maître d’ to a table.

“French. I saved one of my favorites for last.” He winked.

The décor was fabulous and their table was in a cozy
location for a private dinner for two. Temair loved the way he wined and dined
her every night so far. She lifted the water glass, took a sip and watched him
in action with the waiter as he ordered a bottle of wine. It piqued her
interest to hear him speak French fluently. When he was done, the waiter
scurried away.

“I’m impressed.”

He grinned sheepishly as he explained. “Did I forget to tell
you my mother is French? She made sure my brother and I spoke the language.”

“You are just full of surprises,” she teased.

The waiter reappeared with his selection and opened it. It
was a superb cabernet. Before the waiter disappeared, Evan looked at her and
asked, “May I order for the both of us? I have something special in mind I
think you’ll enjoy.”

She nodded and he gave the order in French. Chills skittered
down her arms as she listened. She liked the way the words rolled off his
tongue in his accent. It sounded exotic. She wiggled in her seat, enjoying the
tight sensation of the plug and the hot sound of her man speaking a sexy
language.

Evan shot her a gaze that made her even hotter. He guided
their conversation to the different things they had shared throughout the week.
When asked which museum was her favorite she cocked an eyebrow, deliberately
shifted in her seat, held a smoldering gaze leveled on his and stated on a
husky breath, “Today’s museum was and is my favorite.”

The rest of the meal went on as such with both gifting the
other with sexual innuendos while sampling an array of wondrous dishes. Temair
kept her booted foot in his lap for most of the meal, toying with his cock and
keeping him on edge just like her. Except he didn’t have a toy up his ass. But
she knew her foot was working a sexual magic all its own with him.

This was the first meal where he didn’t suggest they stay
for dessert and coffee. Nope. He was in a rush to get her back to the hotel and
Temair couldn’t wait. The second they slid into the backseat of the cab and it
moved into traffic, she kissed him, hot and passionately, while stroking his
cock through his pants. Like a pair of carefree teenagers, they kissed and cuddled
for the entire ride, not caring if the driver watched in the rearview mirror.
What were the chances they’d ever be in his cab again?

They’d barely come to a halt when Evan paid the driver and
they scooted to the curb. The doorman opened the door to the hotel lobby and
they walked as fast as respectfully possible to the elevators. Not all the
elevators went to the penthouse floor. Just one specific set and Temair was
grateful for no stops until they reached the top. The doors spread apart and
they hurried into the room, wrapped around each other, locked in a kiss.

Evan kicked the door closed behind them while working his
hands under her skirt to cup her bottom. His lips never left hers as he located
the butt plug and turned it. Temair groaned against his mouth. In a flash, she
had his cock free of his pants. She wasn’t sure how they did it, but they ended
up in the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes in their wake.

Temair wore the thigh-high leather boots, the matching bra
and garter set and silk stockings. Evan was naked. She loved it. The sexy
undergarments and boots gave her sexual energy and power. Not to mention the
plug teased her senses with every move. Evan ushered her to the bed, littering
her with kisses and molding her flesh in his hands.

At the side of the bed, Temair turned the tables on Evan.
She deliberately separated from him, clasped his elbows and sidestepped, making
him change positions until the bed was behind him. Languorously she drew her
fingernails straight down the center of his chest, his abdomen and along the
underside of his solid cock.

“Tonight,” she stated huskily, “is all about pleasure.
Yours.” She stroked his cock and watched his gaze narrow and his nostrils
flare.

With a rough push, he stumbled backward onto the bed then lifted
onto his elbows. His cock stood at attention with a pearl of pre-cum waiting
for her on its tip. It took a tremendous effort not to jump him. She had plans
for that cock. Temair did a graceful, sexy spin that would have made a pole
dancer proud. She bent over, lifting her ass, giving him full view, and then
met his wildly erotic gaze across her shoulder. The moment she gripped the
plug, his cock twitched and his eyes widened. Pure power zinged through her.
She licked her lips then said on a breathless sigh, “And mine.”

Slowly she slid the plug back and forth, fucking her ass
while he watched. When he sat up and reached for her, she pulled the plug out,
straightened and turned to face him. She tossed the plug to the floor and
grabbed his hands. Shaking her head, she tried her best at playing a tough
dominatrix. “You’ve been a bad boy. On your knees.”

Evan followed her command, slid off the bed and sat on his
knees. She walked around him and sat on the bed. He didn’t move. Temair
swallowed her smile. She had to stay tough in this little game of sexual play.
She had plans for him. This was her night to lead and she wasn’t about to fail
by cracking up laughing. Sitting back straight, shoulders taut, she touched him
between the shoulder blades with the tip of her boot.

“Turn around. Stay on your knees and do as I say. Can you do
that?”

He nodded as he turned to face her. The sight of his hand
stroking his cock turned her on immensely, but she didn’t want him coming until
she was ready.

“Release your cock,” she commanded and was impressed at the
deeper tone in her voice and his immediate reaction. Damn, this felt good. She
could get used to this, being in control. One look in those sexy eyes of his
and she melted a tiny bit. Nah, she liked when Evan ruled their pleasure and
rocked her world. But tonight, they’d do it differently, if only this once. She
wanted to give him a memory he’d take back to London and never forget.

She rubbed the side of her booted foot up and down his cock
and watched his eyes roll back and close. When she clasped his cock with both
feet and stroked, he moaned in ecstasy. She loved it when he grabbed her ankles
and pumped back and forth. It reminded her of their first adventure together.
The look on his face was of a man deep in the throes of passion with her
leather-covered feet. Temair rubbed harder, matching his movements. In the last
seconds when she knew he was about to come, she twisted her feet, causing the
stiletto heels to gently scrape his balls. His eyes opened wide. Her name sputtered
from his lips and his cock twitched and shot cum all over her boots.