Serving the Mogul, page 10
She grabbed the front of the shirt I wore, hands clenching in the fine cotton. “No. No, I’m not.”
“You’re intrigued, though.” I lifted my head to look into her eyes and saw the glitter of lust.
“Yes.”
My cock pulsed, and I pulled her closer so she could feel what she was doing to me.
Her lashes fluttered. “James…”
Backing up, I closed my hand around hers once more. I had to get a little distance between us now, or I might scare her off.
Between the music and the feel of Tina’s body against mine, time slid away.
A new ‘event’ started on the main stage, then ended, the curtain falling to signify the public sessions were over for the time being. Experience told me that meant it was between eleven and midnight. After midnight, the performers at The Black Star became even more inventive, and I’d seen the notice on the website early that had mentioned Ghost, a famous Dom who was appearing with one of his subs, Swan. Swan was a favorite here at The Black Star, and usually, I’d enjoy sitting back to watch the show.
But after more than an hour of dancing with Tina, watching her eyes glaze with heat and lust, feeling the push of her breasts against my chest, or the way her body would shiver and tighten when I pulled her in close enough so she could feel my cock, I was on the knife’s edge.
The music was intense, and I tightened the arm around her waist, then dipped my head so I could whisper into her ear. “Will you come home with me?”
She turned to face me, gaze lingering on my mouth before slowly lifting until we stared into each other’s eyes. “Yes.”
I kissed her, scoring her lower lip with my teeth, tightening my arm at her waist when she would have turned.
With my free hand, I stroked her side, then leisurely glided up until I grazed the outer curve of her breast. She stiffened, but didn’t immediately break the kiss.
My fingers still stroking her sweetly curved and annoyingly covered breast, I murmured, “Will you let me play?”
“I…I’m not sure.”
I bit her lower lip and increased the contact, nearly cupping her breast now. “Just say the word, and I’ll stop.”
Her head fell back against my shoulder, and she closed her eyes. Her slow nod was the sweetest victory I’d ever known.
I palmed her breast.
A few people glanced at us, but I didn’t pay them any attention. I didn’t care if they saw us. Exhibitionism didn’t bother me, but it didn’t turn me on either. What I enjoyed was Tina’s willingness to let me touch her, to let me take her, one step at a time, into my world.
She shivered as I found the stiff peak of her nipple, guarded by her dress and a lined bra. Tugging on it until she whimpered, I tightened my grip around her waist, pulling her against me, eliminating even a hint of distance between us.
“I want to fuck you.” I nuzzled her neck before continuing. “My dick is so hard I hurt. Come home with me.”
“Yes,” she said, the word intense and ragged with need.
I eased my hold on her waist. I slid my hand down to grip her thigh in a blatantly possessive move. “Be certain. I will not be all vanilla and gentle tonight.”
Lifting my head, I waited until she opened her eyes. The faint smile on her mouth, shy but full of anticipation, told me everything I needed to know.
“This isn’t the way to the hotel,” Tina murmured ten minutes into the drive.
“No.” Shooting her a quick look before taking the exit that would lead to my house outside Houston, I said, “We’re going to my place—my home.”
“Oh.” She shifted, and the sound of fabric whispering against soft bare flesh had me gritting my teeth.
Traffic was light, and I made the drive in just over twenty-five minutes.
Parking in front of the sprawling expanse of wooden beams and glass, I walked around to help Tina from the car. She’d already opened the door but wasn’t out yet, and when I offered my hand, she gave another one of those faint half-smiles.
“I would never have pictured you as having such old-fashioned manners,” she murmured as she placed her hand in mine.
Waiting until she was out of the car before answering, I crowded her against the sleek McLaren, her body as hot as a Texas summer, her scent lush and tempting.
“I don’t,” I told her, gripping her hips and holding her steady as I leaned into her. “But for the right woman….”
Her lashes fluttered, the only visible sign.
Lowering my head, I bit her neck, taking care not to leave a mark. She stiffened, then moaned, pushing one hand into my hair and tightening her fingers.
Grabbing the hem of her dress, I pulled it up. All evening, I’d been admiring this sexy as fuck garment. It fit so smoothly, so perfectly, I hadn’t been able to make out a panty line.
My fingers encountered narrow bands of silk that ran high over her hips but left the cheeks of her ass bare. Cupping that perfect butt in my hands, I pulled her up and against me.
She moaned as I fit my cock against the notch between her thighs and wrapped her legs around my hips. I could feel the spiked heels of her shoes digging into me, and an electric thrill raced down my spine at the sensation.
“You’re so fucking wet that I can feel you through my trousers,” I muttered, breaking the kiss long enough to tell her that. “It’s fucking perfect.”
She didn’t respond, just tried to pull me back to her.
“No,” I said, lowering her to the ground.
Her expression soured disappointment in her eyes.
Catching her around the waist again, I pulled her close, then moved, spinning until we were at the hood of the car. Then I turned her around and nudged her forward until she put her hands on the vehicle.
Stepping back to admire the view, I saw the panties were black as well, a jewel against her lightly tanned flesh. Tanned…everywhere.
Kicking her ankles apart with just enough force that she understood what I wanted, I waited until she adjusted her stance and had her balance. Then I smoothed a hand down her spine, over the curve of her ass. “You saw the spanking demonstration. Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes.”
Dipping my hand between her thighs, I found her liquid and hot with readiness. Soothing her flesh with my free hand, I stroked my fingers in, out, slowly, teasingly, until she tried to follow me and deepen the contact.
“No, Tina,” I murmured. “We’ve got all night.”
“James…” her husky voice hitched in the middle of my name.
I twisted my fingers in her pussy and curled them, relishing that broken cry that echoed in the vast openness around us. With plenty of open space around my property, I didn’t have to worry about any intrusions, and now, as I fucked Tina with my fingers and stroked her ass, I was damn glad of that.
She moved back to me again. The urge to spank her for the disobedience was big.
But we weren’t there yet. Tina was still learning about what I wanted from her, and I wouldn’t push so hard that I sent her running. Breaking contact, I undid my belt, my zipper then pulled out the condom I’d been carrying all night.
“I want to fuck you outside right here, right now. If you don’t want that, tell me now.”
She swallowed, the sound almost painfully loud.
It did not surprise me when she looked up, scanning the endless dark night around her, searching for neighbors who might see.
There were none.
“Tina?”
She turned her head and met my gaze.
Then, with a sensuality that laid me low, she pushed back and rubbed her ass against me.
Swearing, I ripped open the foil protecting the condom.
Tina bent over the car’s hood, her upper body weight braced on her hands, the perfect curve of her ass now on display as I fumbled the condom into place.
Taking a step back, I tugged the scrap of her pants out of the way, pressed my cock against her pussy, then fisted my hand in her hair, jerking her up.
A startled “Oh, James” rang out in the air right as I slammed into her.
Hot, silky wetness closed around me. I braced one hand on the truck, bending forward and forcing Tina to do the same. I didn’t relax my grip in her hair, wanting, needing her to feel at least the edge of what I wanted from her.
She clamped down tight around me, her hands clutching at the hood of the car to brace herself.
I didn’t give her a chance. With my free hand, I pushed her down until she was flat against the hood, head arched slightly up from my relentless hold on her hair.
She whimpered and shuddered, cried out, and clamped down, her entire body reacting to the fucking I gave her.
And it still wasn’t enough.
Letting go of her hair, I straightened. Her dress rucked up about her hips, but the bodice was still in place. Seeking the hidden zipper, I lowered it and peeled the material down, then unfastened her bra, pulling away enough to free her from the tangle of material.
As she lowered herself, I cupped her tits and pinched her nipples.
She bounced up on her toes and wailed, one palm slamming down on the McLaren’s hood, while her cunt clenched me even tighter.
I kept my possessive grip on one breast but reached for her hip with the other, pinning her as I slammed into her harder and faster.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Please…more…”
I pinched her nipple.
She bucked and exploded.
Shoving deep inside her, my teeth gritted against the brutal climax that threatened to put me on my knees.
Riding her through it, I waited until she’d calmed to the occasional shudder before I pulled out, my dick still hard. I hitched my trousers up and carefully re-zipped.
Then, as Tina struggled to catch her breath, I caught the material of her dress, now tangled around her waist, and worked it down until she wore nothing but that skimpy pair of panties. Gathering up her clothes, I turned her around, then dumped the bundle into her arms.
She squealed in surprise when I picked her up, eyes flying wide open.
I carried her up the stairs, putting her down long enough to unlock the front door and disarm the alarm system. Then I took the clothes, pulled her to me, and pushed her back up against the front door.
“Again.”
Nineteen
Tina
I should have been too exhausted for…well, anything. But when I stepped out of the shower to find James waiting for me, a towel in his hands, my heart did a crazy little dance inside my chest, and I couldn’t help leaning against him for a long and slow kiss.
He cupped my chin in his hand and adjusted the angle of my head, deepening the contact, and I groaned as I felt his cock pulsing against my belly.
He’d showered earlier. I’d fallen asleep on the wide comfortable bed and woken to find him coming out of the bathroom completely naked and confident in his skin.
It had taken everything I had not to pounce on him.
Now, with nothing separating us but the towel I had wrapped around me and his low-slung gray joggers, I doubted I’d have the energy to resist him.
So, I didn’t.
Reaching between us, I cupped him through the worn joggers.
A deep rumbling sound rolled out of his throat, and he broke the kiss.
I tried to follow, but he pushed his hand into my hair and held me back.
His other hand caught my wrist and pulled it away.
The urge to sulk like a toddler denied a toy washed over me, and I glared at him.
“Say please,” he whispered against my lips.
A shiver raced down my spine. I could feel James throbbing against my belly, and the empty ache inside me was already swelling out of control again.
“Please.”
His mouth curved against mine, and he let my hand go. As I closed my fingers around him, he locked eyes with me, the gaze beyond intimate now, the way he watched me as I stroked him.
“You know what I want?” he demanded, his gaze dropping to my mouth.
“No.”
“I want to see that beautiful mouth wrapped around my dick.”
I jerked in surprise at the blunt words, even as heat rushed to gather between my thighs.
Instinctively, I clenched my knees together. Somehow, he could tell, and he nuzzled my neck. “You liked that…what do you like the most, Tina? Me telling you what I want? Or the thought of doing it?”
I’d lost my mind.
Mouth dry, I licked my lips before answering, “Is both an option?”
“Yes.” He swept me up into his arms and carried me into his bedroom. But instead of going to the expansive bed, he carried me to a recessed sitting area in the corner, the large windows letting the moonlight spill in to paint the room in splashes of silvery white.
He put me down and cupped my face, one thumb stroking over my lower lip as his gaze held mine.
The silence was heavy, weighted with sexual tension, and I shivered with the intensity of the need building inside me. When he stepped back and broke contact, I thought I’d cry.
But then he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his loose gray joggers and pushed them down, stepping out of them to stand before me, completely naked. My mouth went dry, and my toes curled. With a shuddering sigh, I watched as he came closer, then reached up.
Eyes closing in anticipation of his touch, he surprised me when he pulled the towel away instead.
“Hey!” Nervous, I went to cross my arms over my chest.
Maximus caught my wrists and eased them back down. “You’re beautiful,” he said, releasing my wrists and reaching up to cup my breasts.
The bold possession sapped my strength away, and I was ready to collapse against him, beg for more, but he stopped those teasing, delicious touches and slid his hands down my sides to grip my waist. “I want you on your knees.”
The guttural words resonated through me, and I flicked a nervous look at him, but he watched me with no expression. I couldn’t tell if he expected me to do what he’d said or if he was daring me. He cupped my chin again and stroked his thumb over my mouth. “This mouth…it’s sexy as fucking sin. I want you on your knees with your mouth wrapped around my cock, Tina.”
Heat exploded through me in a torrential current, turning my bones to mud. When I grabbed Maximus’ waist for support and knelt in front of him, I kept my eyes on him the entire time.
His eyelids drooped, lashes sweeping low to hide his eyes, but I could still feel the impact of his gaze. Breaking that eye contact was almost impossible, but he cupped the back of my head in a guiding motion, nudging me.
I gasped as he pressed the head of his cock to my mouth. No subtlety to the movement.
“Open, Tina. I’m going to fuck your mouth.”
Whimpering, I opened for him, and he pushed slowly, oh so slowly in, the flared head of his dick breaching my lips, rubbing over my tongue, then withdrawing.
The second thrust went deeper, and the third even more so.
On the fourth, I tensed, and even though I tried not to jerk back, I couldn’t stop.
He immediately pulled back, settling into a lazy rhythm with his fist wrapped around his cock to mark my limit.
My pussy clenched, the longing pangs demanding fulfillment. Squeezing my knees together to find relief, I gripped his thighs.
“More?” James asked, one fist twisted in my hair.
I couldn’t nod, but he didn’t ease his grip, either.
“If you want more, look at me,” he said.
Rolling my eyes upward over the length of his torso, I met his gaze.
He moved faster, hips circling, falling in to match my rhythm easily.
He shuddered; the muscles in his thighs felt like iron.
“That’s good…Fuck. Tina. More…take more….”
I wanted to, but I wasn’t sure how. Whimpering, I pressed closer, and in the back of my mind, some random bit of line from one of those fashion mags for women popped into my mind. How to give great oral sex…and make them beg for more.
The columnist had talked about her technique for deep throating.
Before I could change my mind, I adjusted my position more, then took him in again, farther than before, until my mouth bumped against his fist, and he shuddered, that hand moving to twine in my hair like the other.
“Like that,” he muttered. “Don’t move…oh, fuck….”
Tears burned my eyes from the act, from how deeply I took him, and my shoulders jerked. Not prepared for how fully I’d taken him to the back of my mouth, even swallowing—or trying to. My body reflexes took over, and I had to pull away.
He let me, but only for a second, and then he was dragging me back, again and again. The empty pulsating ache between my thighs was so intense I wanted to cry.
Abruptly, Maximus stopped and tumbled me to my back, pinning me to the ground.
His mouth savaged mine.
I bit his lower lip, and he gripped my hip, hauling me up as he wedged his hips between my thighs.
The head of his cock rubbed against me, and I tore my mouth from him, crying out. “Please!”
He canted my hips higher and slammed into me.
“Your mouth,” he muttered, and that was all he said before kissing me again.
The heat of him scorched me, his mouth so deliciously hot and sweet, his cock so thick and massive, the ridges stroking me in the sweetest way. It felt…different.
In the back of my mind, reason tried to take over.
I kicked reason in the face and wrapped my arms around his neck, then tried to curl my legs around his hips.
He stopped me, shifting his angle so he could hook my knees over his elbows, opening me fully. From there, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them down, eyes boring into mine as he slammed into me again and again…
The thickness of him was too much, and I came again.
Hard.
Abruptly, Maximus stiffened and jerked back, pulling out of me.
Dazed, I cried out and reached for him. He didn’t come back to me, nor did he move farther away. Movement caught my eyes, just barely, then he came back over me, weight braced on the one hand. His other hand…I shivered as I realized he was fist-pumping his cock.
