Sweet Discipline (15 page)

She was quick to praise and pointed out areas of improvement.

Though she didn’t want to like her, Norris found Rachel’s brisk, no-nonsense approach easy to work with. This was what she’d expected when she signed on, a professional coach to teach her new habits. Each training session over the next few days was better than the one before.

She knew that Rachel worked her hard, maybe harder than necessary, to help her forget Adrian, and she was grateful for the thought, even if it didn’t work.

Still, when she went down the hall with Rachel for her regular weigh-in, she came back jubilant. She’d lost twenty-three pounds! She felt good. Slimmer, stronger, eager for each day.

Instead of being bored now that she was so close to her goal, she felt energized, ready to take on the world. Rewarding her efforts, little luxuries appeared in her suite.

All the lotions and creams she’d expected, plus a visit to the manicurist who also gave her an excellent pedicure. She had appointments with the nutritionist, a facial to die for and a consultation with a stylist who gave her hair a new, sprightly look with highlights. She studied herself in the mirror after her session with the beautician who’d taught her some makeup tricks to bring out the green in her eyes and highlight her cheekbones. She had cheekbones!

Norris liked what she saw.

This was what she’d come here for. She was pampered, massaged, her body cosseted, and most important, she was treated respectfully. She slept deeply and well.

A few days later, she came into her living room after a session in the sauna to find a television set. Rachel saw her confusion.

“You’re doing so well and will be leaving us soon. It’s time to find out what’s been happening in the world.” She picked up the remote and switched the set on.

“No, I mean not now,” Norris said quickly. She wasn’t ready to make the transition, not yet.

Rachel nodded. “As you wish.”

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Later, that night, after her evening bath in a tub with fragrant, moisturizing oils, Norris lay in bed. She was so close to her goals and felt good about it. She’d worked hard, lost weight, slimmed down and toned her body. Her muscles were stronger. The flab was all but gone. She was in control.

Of everything but her hunger.

She didn’t want food. She wanted Adrian. She craved his touch. She remembered the feel of his fingers on her breasts, her clit and her pussy. She could close her eyes and recall every detail, even the way he’d widened her and sensitized her anus, making her come so hard and so long.

Just thinking about that made her nipples pebble and her pussy go soft and liquid.

She felt abandoned, bereft and betrayed. He’d promised her and reneged.

If he thought that disappearing would change the way she felt about him, he was wrong. Dead wrong.

Without thinking, her fingers found her soft spots. She caressed herself, hands skimming over her skin, still slick and moist from her bath, stroking and arousing herself as she thought about Adrian. She drifted into a fantasy in which he was the one caressing her. His fingers pulled at her nipples and wormed their way into her. She came, not in the blistering hot sizzling orgasms he’d drawn from her, but in a quiet, lonely release.

She cried herself to sleep.

When she woke, her eyes still puffy, her limbs felt leaden. A hot shower under pulsating jets revived her somewhat, but she barely nibbled at her breakfast. Lethargic and listless, she wandered over to the couch and sank down into its blissfully soft cushions. She drifted into a doze.

“Is this how you’re training?”

Her eyes popped open at the familiar, severe voice. Adrian!

He stood over her, legs spread, his usual black jumpsuit making him look even taller and leaner. She felt her pulse race as she stared up at him.

“Off the couch,” he ordered.

She scrambled off and dropped to her knees. Oh, it was good to have him back!

“That’s better.” He stepped back, eyeing her. “Stand and take off those clothes. Let me have a look at you.”

She stood, forgetting how hard it had been once to get to her feet without pulling herself up on something. Now she was limber and quick, proud of her lithe body. She pulled off her sweats and dropped them at her feet.

He motioned her to turn and she did, feeling his assessing gaze on her body like an approving, tangible caress. He voiced it with a murmured, “Very good. You’re looking good, Norris.”

Her heart swelled. “Thank you.” Those few words from him made all the days and weeks of work worth every painful moment.

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He held a file folder in his hand. Now he opened it and ran his eyes down her progress chart. “You’ve only got a few more days with us. Looks like you’ll make your goals.”

“Thanks to you,” she murmured.

He lifted his gaze from the page. Held her eyes with his. Deep, dark chocolate, rich with warmth and praise. Hot with need.

It was still there. That look she’d thrilled to, the one that told her he was aroused as she. She couldn’t be imagining it.

“Adrian?”

“I shouldn’t be here.” He exhaled. “I told myself I could stay away from you.”

“I’m glad you came. I missed you.”

His eyes closed. When they opened, they devoured her. “I want you.”

No finesse, no loving words, no compromise.

She didn’t dare ask why he’d changed his mind, lest she give him the chance to change it back. Mouth dry, she nodded and went to lock the door. When she came back, she found him standing in the same spot, his eyes riveted on her.

“Make me hard.”

“Wha-at?”

“You heard me.”

She’d expected him to initiate sex. He’d always been the one. What was she supposed to do? “How?” she breathed.

“How do you usually do it?”

Oh, this was too embarrassing. She craved him with every inch of her body, but how could she tell him her seduction techniques sucked? “I’m not very good at this,”

she admitted in a small voice.

He sat in the chair, sprawling back with his legs spread. With his eyes intent on hers, he unzipped. “Any ideas?”

Ohmigod
. Her pulse kicked in, raced around in circles and urged her forward. She moved slowly, settling on her knees before him. “You want me to touch you?”

His eyes went dark, hard. “Touch me? Yes. Take me in your mouth.”

She edged closer, tucking herself between his knees. She bent forward, almost afraid to breathe. Hesitantly, she reached for the opening between the zipper, then stopped. Her hand rested on his thigh, feeling how his muscles immediately tensed under her shaky fingers. His cock tented the fabric over his groin.

She pulled her hand back. He was already hard.

He took her hand in his and placed it over his groin. Immediately, his cock swelled and hardened even more.

“Oh…” She looked up, saw him nod, his faint smile, and did what she had wanted to do for ages.

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She explored him, her fingers tracing his length first through his clothing, then reaching in past his opened zipper to find him. He wasn’t wearing shorts.

His breath hissed on a quick intake of breath when she drew him out and held his cock on the flat of her hand.
Oh, yes
. He was long, and thick, hard, with dark blue, almost purple veins that pulsed as she studied him. His skin was soft, satiny soft, covering the tempered heat. She ran her tongue over her lips. She wanted that, wanted it in the worst way.

His heat drew her. Unerringly, she curved her hand around his cock, feeling him harden even more and the pulsing growth. He didn’t need her to make him hard. She already had him that way. Joy bubbled. She laughed.

“I hope you’re not laughing at me. That’s hard on a man’s ego.”

She laughed again. “I’m happy.”

His smile grew, warming his face and lighting his eyes. “You can make us both very happy.”

She closed her fingers around his cock and stroked.

“Aah,” he murmured. “Like that.”

Taking her time, she examined the marvelous creation she held. Curiosity led her to discover what he liked best, how he liked to be stroked, caressed and pleasured. She experimented with drawing the foreskin up, then sliding it back, pressing gently on the little nubbin of flesh hidden below the head. His breathing roughened, but he held himself still under her learning touch. She circled the tip, pressing a bit to make the tiny slit widen. She tapped it gently with her forefinger, lifted a tiny bead of liquid on her finger, up to her eyes.

She glanced at it, then at Adrian’s face. His gaze was set on her face, expectant, the angles and planes hardened by desire.

Norris licked her lips. His eyes narrowed, dropped to her mouth, then back, encouraging her, daring her. She put the tip of her finger to her lips, flicked out her tongue and tasted him.

He groaned.

He was sweet and salty. Delicious. She wanted more.

Immensely curious, she bent her head and touched the tip of him with the tip of her tongue. His breathing ratcheted. His cock jumped.

She licked the surface of his head, then swirled her tongue around him. Smiling when he moaned again, she made herself more comfortable between his legs and explored him with her tongue as she had with her fingers. When she couldn’t get enough, he pulled the jumpsuit off his torso, raised his hips and slid his pants down, shoving them past his knees to his ankles.

She took a moment to run her hands over his chest and belly, reveling in the feel of muscle contracting under her touch. His chest intrigued her, but now, now she had a greater pleasure waiting for her.

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She pushed his knees apart, burrowed in and lapped at his cock. Greedy, hot licks.

She traced the pulsing blue vein. She flicked her tongue against the base of his penis, then got as much of him as she could in her mouth. She nibbled, increasing her hunger as well as his. She bit a little harder. When he stilled, going even harder in her mouth, she pulled off him. “You like that?”

“You know I do.” His voice was low, hoarse, spoken through tightly drawn lips.

With his eyes looking almost black, barely a distinction between iris and cornea, Adrian looked like a man in deep pain. Or serious pleasure.

“More?” she whispered.

He nodded.

She bent to him again, this time kissing the side of his cock down to the base, licking his balls. He exhaled sharply, and sat very still as she took one in her mouth and rolled it gently. She felt them contract.

“Enough,” he ordered.

She pulled back, then felt her back against the carpet as he pushed her down. He stood, kicked off his jumpsuit and soft-soled boots and dropped to his knees beside her.

“The first time should be somewhere more comfortable,” he apologized, “but you’ve done your job too well.”

He slipped on a condom and came down on top of her. She opened her legs, welcoming him, and drew him closer with an embrace. Her arms stretched around him, palms gliding over his back, feeling the muscles tighten under her touch. She ran one hand up his spine, held his nape, fingers caressing the soft skin and running though his short hair.

His breathing quickened with hers. They lay, forehead to forehead for a moment, gazing intently into the other’s eyes. She licked her lips, and then his, as he took her mouth.

It was like the first kiss. Powerful, demanding everything from her. His lips were soft yet insistent. His tongue penetrated her partly opened mouth and explored. In an instant, he changed. The kiss changed.

It was nothing like the first kiss. Possessive, commanding, giving everything to her.

She took it, took his tongue, his taste, his mouth and made them hers. This was what she had longed for, craved, to be possessed, to possess.

In moments, they were beyond flashpoint. She lifted her hips in the age-old invitation but he didn’t need coaxing. He shoved forward, penetrated her in a sure, forceful thrust that sent fire shooting through her veins.

Sweat beaded his forehead as he set a rhythm, each stroke pushing her higher and higher, stopping her thoughts and forcing her to do no more than feel and accept. He lifted her legs around his waist, grunting with satisfaction when she reached between their bodies and ringed the base of his cock with her fingers.

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He didn’t need that encouragement. His thrusts became harder and shorter, then slower and deeper, as deep as he could go. His breathing quickened, rasping hot against her neck. She gripped his forearms, his wrists, his thighs, anywhere she could grab, holding on as he propelled her to the top.

Ten, she thought.

Nine. Eight. Sev—
ohmigod,
here it comes!

She came in an exploding gush, clasping him internally and clawing at his thighs.

She screamed.

He shouted.

His orgasm followed hers so closely, sparking another from her. She shuddered, convulsing beneath him, barely conscious.

He held her there, suspended while he panted, eyes closed and his chest heaving.

Gradually, she became aware of the carpet underneath her butt, the strain on her shoulders, her legs still wrapped around his hips, and the sweat dripping from his chest onto her belly.

After a long moment, he gave his head a shake then opened his eyes and stared down at her. He lowered her legs to the floor and came down beside her, still intimately joined to her body. “All right?”

She couldn’t speak, could only look into his dark eyes and nod.

“Did I hurt you?” His solicitude, after causing her deliberate pain during their training sessions, was a tender surprise.

She shook her head. She could feel him, pressed close to her from shoulder to knee, his body hot and damp. His cock rested within her. She reveled in the closeness, in his hard muscles against her softer ones.

“I tried to make it last,” she confessed in a drowsy murmur. “I only got to seven.”

His low laugh resonated against her chest. “Under the circumstances, that’s pretty good.”

“It was good, wasn’t it?”