Midnight Magic, page 60
He looked up to make sure she was OK. When he saw her eyelids half-closed and the corner of her bottom lip being kneaded by her teeth, he knew she was more than all right. She was sinking into the moment, allowing him to take her on a glorious ride to nirvana.
He continued with the slowest undressing of his life. Liam, the man, wanted to strip her bare so he could bury himself to the hilt in a single, hard stroke. But Liam, the Dom, knew he needed to take his time, much to the chagrin of his hungry cock.
Master Liam’s control was on the line, but he couldn’t think of a better reason to test his limits. Whitney’s trust. And he was willing to bend his stringent rules to earn his beautiful lady’s trust. Hell, he’d already broken his top two commandments — no kissing and never play more than once. Liam knew Whitney was not a once-and-done sub. She deserved to be cherished. And he was the Master who would train her to be his glorious sub. A lightness filled his chest and bathed his heart in peace.
He skimmed both hands up her sides, pulling her t-shirt over her head. A red lace camisole held her luscious breasts in offering to him, frying his brain, so he had no idea where he flung her shirt. He was expecting white or pink cotton, not sexy red lace. The temperature shot up about twenty degrees in the room.
He sat back on his calves, mesmerized by every curve. He couldn’t help but stare. Whitney was even more exquisite than he’d imagined.
She arched her back, thrusting her glorious breasts into his face, her body pleading for his touch.
“You’re so beautiful. These gorgeous breasts are begging for my mouth.”
“Yes, Sir,” she panted.
He undid the buttons of her camisole, exposing the most perfect, natural breasts he had ever seen. His big hands gently tucked under each one, testing their weight and feel. The delicate teardrop shape molded to his hands like they were made just for him. Her decadent scent was amplified when he buried his nose in the valley between them. Somewhere in the back of his brain, he heard a carnal moan. He wasn’t sure if it came from his throat or Whitney’s.
Pulling back to rest again on his heels, Liam practically drooled at the vision in front of him. He needed to taste those dark nipples now. As if Whitney read his mind, she leaned into him and gently rocked side to side, brushing her pebbled nipples against his eager lips.
“Whitney,” Master Liam growled, “we haven’t discussed topping from the bottom, so I can’t punish you for a breach of a protocol you haven’t learned. Consider this a warning. You will be patient and trust that I will give you what you need when you need it and in the manner that you need. Impatience can earn ten or more swats on your very delectable ass with my favorite crop. Are we clear?”
Liam didn’t miss the stifled inhale through her mouth, and her heart looked like it would jump out of her chest based on the visible thump, thump rocking her breasts. His Whitney was aroused by impact play, whether she knew it or not. Easing her into it would require careful discussion and exploration, given her history of abuse. Evil men had demoralized and damaged her, using sex as an excuse for violence. Nothing could be further from the truth, and Master Liam was determined to help Whitney revel in the feel of his flogger—within their established boundaries.
“Tonight, beautiful lady, is about exploring each other without rigid rules. But after tonight. . .” He left that idea to hang between them as heavy and thick as Newfoundland’s Grand Banks fog. “If you have questions, you may ask.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. I want to please you, but I don’t know how. Please show me?”
Whitney’s tentative voice, coupled with her bold statement, knocked Master Liam on his ass, and the scent of her arousal kicked his senses even higher. When was the last time he’d had such a primal reaction to a sub’s arousal? But, whatever he felt, he wasn’t ready to label it. Carnal lust was obvious. Hell, there were things he wanted to do with Whitney. But there was more. Friendship rooted their passion. More protectiveness because of the threats to her. More stillness in his heart.
Anger and guilt were now prisoners in his fortress while love and goodness held the keys to the gates. Whitney and Jazz were the messengers of his fate. All he had to do was show Whitney that Masters Liam and Jazz would protect them both in body and soul. They were the men Whitney needed as much as Whitney was the sub they needed.
This magnificent creature gifted him with her body and perhaps her heart. Liam would prove that he was worthy of this precious gift and worth the risk of triggering painful memories along the path to embracing her submissive nature. And both Liam the Man and Master Liam would be there to pick up the pieces and help her rebuild her shattered heart.
So, he gave her what she so exquisitely asked for.
“You have already pleased me beyond anything I could have imagined, beautiful lady. Just lie back, allow me to get my fill of your luscious curves. You are permitted to scream as hard as you want. Call me Zeus if you must. My only rule tonight is you do not come until I permit you.”
“Yes, Sir. I will try my best.”
“No, Whitney,” Liam demanded. “To quote Yoda, ‘there is no try, only do.’ You will be patient and only orgasm when I tell you. Trust me to know how and when. You won’t be disappointed.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Whitney’s voice had a hint of dismay and a heap of curiosity. Liam stifled a chuckle. She was a determined little minx, and he reveled in her bravery.
He’d left those luscious breasts un-adored for too long. Time to refocus.
Laving the skin around the areolas, just beyond the deep brown confections, he teased his way down the slope to the side of her torso, dipped to the underside, then back to the center. He repeated the same pattern on the other breast creating a figure eight of longing. She tasted even sweeter than any dessert he’d savored. The soft bite of his teeth pulled her throbbing pulse to the tips of her nipples. He suckled, nipped, and caressed the most primal sounds from her throat. Master Liam absorbed and cataloged each one.
Tracing the elegant lines of her collarbones with the tip of his fingers provoked goosebumps to surface, driving his hunger to new heights. But Master Liam was determined to ignore his lust to draw out this incredible submissive.
Liam severed their connection, eliciting a whimper from Whitney. He was just as empty at the disconnect and locked on to her gaze. The heat and trust he saw there were humbling.
“You’d like me to suck your nipples, wouldn’t you, beautiful lady?”
“Oh…yes…yes, Sir. Please…Sir.”
“Since you begged so nicely…I will indulge your cravings because they are my cravings too. And I have more in store for you tonight. Much, much more. But you need to learn patience.”
His fingers dipped into the valley between her breasts, capturing the moisture that had collected there. Moistening the tip, he painted a stripe of her essence across her plump lower lip. Her tongue darted out to sample. Before it could retreat, he clamped his lips around it. He sucked, drawing her tongue to his, sliding along the broad flat of the organ, savoring every flavor that defined his beautiful lady.
There was another flavor he remembered not getting nearly enough of when she flew apart against his face. How would she react when he didn’t have to worry about being interrupted? The problem was neither of them was naked. Yet.
Liam again sat back on his heels and outlined the long, defined lean muscles of her upper legs with the pads of his fingers. She also had gentle soft curves in all the right places. He preferred women with natural softness, not the über-fit types with no body fat and bones sticking out everywhere. Whitney was balanced beautifully. Such an exquisite canvas to explore.
Whitney’s responses were genuine, borne from her innate sensuality, coaxed to the surface by the Dom patient enough to wait for her to get out of her head and just feel. Master Liam needed to be that Dom for Whitney. And Liam wanted to be the man Whitney could count on to provide for all her wants. He had all night to show his beautiful lady he was the Dom to guide her on this journey of exploration and discovery. Exploration and discovery for Master Liam as well.
Her sultry eyes and eager responsiveness ratcheted up his need. He didn’t think his dick could get any harder. But he had to take it slow. She needed to believe with every ounce of her being that she was safe, cared for, and beyond a shadow of a doubt, truly desired. There was plenty of time for her to learn about all he could offer, to not only appreciate but to crave his Dominant side. And she would embrace her submission with grace.
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Oh man, this guy had a talented tongue. When he wasn’t using it to torment and tease Whitney into a ball of erotic energy, it shaped dirty words that sent her soaring even higher. Her body disconnected from her brain and allowed a euphoric, floaty feeling to wrap her in a security blanket. She couldn’t think about anything except being hyper-aware of every sensation Liam coaxed from her body.
Her skin sizzled as he used the flat of his tongue to swipe across her already sensitive nipple. He teased, licked and then ever so carefully raked his teeth from the base of her nipple to the tip. No wonder her brain wasn’t working. All her blood had rushed to her swollen nipples and clit. Her panties were soaked, and he hadn’t even touched her there yet.
“Please, Sir. Please…touch me. I’m so close.”
“Not yet, beautiful lady. I’m not near ready to let you come. I have a lot of exploring yet to do.”
“I…can’t…wait…”
“You can, and you will.” Liam’s tone was firm but didn’t trigger fear. “You will come when I permit you. Not a moment before.”
Whitney’s arousal ratcheted higher as his deep, sultry command washed over her senses. And, if it was even possible, she got even wetter.
“Your patience will be rewarded soon enough, beautiful lady. Do you trust me?”
“Y…yes…Sir.” It was difficult to form words coherently according to the rules.
“Thank you for that gift. I don’t take your trust lightly, nor will you regret giving it to me. I promise.”
Liam’s voice took on a rumbly tone that told Whitney he was just as affected by her as she was by him. As gentle and patient as he was, the bulge in his pants was probably screaming to be freed. Still, feather-light fingers languidly traced random patterns along her throat, across her chest, and around her belly. And his eyes followed every move of his fingers, every quiver of her sensitized skin.
Whitney’s brain was officially fried. More like short-circuited on pleasure. She had always enjoyed sex. Well, before the kidnapping. But holy hell, this wasn’t just sex. With Liam, she found a place where her body was flush with endorphin-loaded senses. Every touch, every kiss, every lick, and every bite sent her soaring higher on this magical ride. Took her to another plane of existence in a way no man had before. Liam took the time to explore her body entirely. Sex wasn’t a race to release.
A cool breath of air across her pussy made her open her eyes and look down at her body. Liam had her panties in his teeth and pulled them down to her ankles before she could object. Who knew where her pants had gone? His tender, sure hands gently moved her knees up and apart. Then he just stared at her. Down there. He looked at her pussy like a starving man. She hadn’t felt more desired in her life.
“Just look at you. You’re gorgeous. Dripping your honey for me.”
A smoldering smile started on one side of his decadent mouth. Then, it spread to a full-on, teeth-baring, dimple-making smile that made Whitney shudder with anticipation. Liam had promised ecstasy, and Whitney was sure he would deliver.
As if on cue, his tongue licked her folds like she was an ice cream cone to be savored. Slowly. Sensually. She would have jumped off the bed if he hadn’t gripped her hips in his firm hands, holding her exactly where he wanted her.
“Oh my God, Liam. You’re killing me.”
“You say that as if it was a bad thing.” His rolling chuckle added vibration to the sensual onslaught. “You taste even better than I remember. I could drink you in all night long.”
“I can’t wait that long! Please, Sir, I need to come!” Crap, now he had her begging.
His tongue flattened again and moved up to her clit as his thumbs exposed the bundle of nerves. She practically flew off the bed.
“Come for me, Whitney.”
Two fingers plunged inside her channel, deftly curling up to rub that magic spot inside her front wall. At the same time, he clamped his lips onto her clit and sucked. A colossal orgasm engulfed her. Wave after wave of pure bliss took her on a seemingly endless ride. She lost track of his fingers and tongue, the bed, space and time. She was flying. Orbiting another planet where she bathed in warmth and a kaleidoscope of radiant color.
As she descended back to Earth, her voice failed her. It was hoarse and sore. She looked down to find Liam looking up at her with such, what was it, possessiveness? Pride? Love? No way. Tonight was just sex. Mind-blowing, sweaty, monkey sex. Liam didn’t do love; he’d made that clear. So, what did she see shining so brightly in his eyes?
“Welcome back, beautiful lady,” he said with a huge shit-eating grin plastered from ear to ear.
Wow, that was a gift. Whitney couldn’t remember seeing such a genuine smile on his face. It was breathtaking.
“Thank you, Liam. I’m mean, Sir. That was . . . I can’t find the words . . . incredible doesn’t do it justice.”
“It was my pleasure to watch you come apart in my hands, in my mouth. You’re magnificent when you come. Thank you for trusting me with your pleasure.”
He started to kiss his way up her torso, pausing his journey to pay homage to her breasts. He reverently placed sensual open-mouthed kisses up her neck and then claimed her mouth. Utterly possessing her with his lips and tongue. Their tongues tasted and explored each other’s mouths. He tasted like the wine they’d shared and her arousal. It was heady stuff. She couldn’t get enough of this man.
Whitney looked down at his bi-colored eyes, swallowed whole in their brilliant orbits. Then, with one deft move, she lifted her knees to straddle him, feeling his steel-hard cock through his jeans as it pressed against her still sensitive sex.
“It seems to me, Mr. Miller, that you have far too many clothes on.”
“I’m trying not to rush you,” he said, feigned innocence flickering in his eyes. He spread his arms out onto the bed on either side of them. Whitney was bereft without his heat, without his protectiveness shrouding her. But his concern touched her. She fell a little bit more in love with him. Which emboldened her to openly and honestly tell Liam what she wanted.
“I appreciate that, but I want, no, I need you inside of me. Now.” She didn’t recognize the wanton, lustful, shameless woman who just told this younger man to get a move on and fuck her already. But she liked this woman. A lot.
“Well, I’m all yours. Take me however you want me.”
This time she gave him her best sultry smile. She didn’t have to think twice about what to do next. Her body just moved as if it was programmed to respond to this man. She lifted one leg over him so that she could remove his jeans. He tried to sit up to help her, but she placed a hand in the middle of his chest and pushed him back against the bed.
“My, my, you’re a feisty little thing, aren’t you?” he said as he reached for one of her breasts.
She swatted his hand away and grinned at him. “You bring it out in me, Mr. Miller.”
“Far be it from me to get in your way.” He laced his fingers behind his head and relaxed back against a pillow. And grinned at her. Taunting her to leave her inhibitions behind.
I got this.
One button pushed through the buttonhole. Check. Zipper unzipped tooth by tortuous tooth. Check. Whitney ripped off his jeans then boxer briefs. Check and check.
Now it was her turn to drink him in. And there was a lot to swallow. Liam was tall and a beautifully chiseled man. Not a muscle-head like he spent too much time looking at himself in the mirror at the gym. Instead, his lean form packed on defined muscle that moved with the grace and determination of a hungry jaguar. And all the hotness was tamed between her legs. Awaiting her next move.
There was no question in Whitney’s mind what she wanted to do first. So, without preamble, she leaned forward and licked the underside of his cock from root to tip. He bucked so high she would have gone flying onto the floor if he hadn’t reached out and caught her.
“Holy shit. I wasn’t expecting that!”
“I couldn’t help myself. I’ve wanted to taste you ever since we met.”
“If you’re not careful, this is all going to end sooner than either of us wants and leave me embarrassed like a schoolboy getting his first blow job.”
He reached under the pillow, grabbed a condom, and expertly covered himself. “We’ll go as slow as you want, beautiful lady. Just know that I’ve wanted to feel you milk my cock since you stepped out of that limousine. Hell, I’ve wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you.”
Whaaaat? Seriously? Liam Miller had wanted her? Another hit of lust bolted through her. She fisted his sheathed cock and positioned it at her opening. They groaned in unison. He held her hips steady in his big hands as she slowly sank and took all of him in one tortuous, sensual glide.
“You feel amazing.” He looked up into her eyes, a wave of concern flashing through his bicolored orbs. “You OK?”
She smiled down at him. “I’m better than OK. Can’t you tell?”
“Oh, hell yeah. Just making sure.”
She levered forward, bracing herself with her hands on his chest and gently, lovingly, placed a kiss on his lips. “Thank you, Sir.”
Then she threw her head back, closed her eyes, and rode him harder than a bucking bronco champion.
