Fantasy Man Page 8

  Heat rose from her breasts to her neck. Naked, displayed before him, she'd never felt more exposed in her life. It was liberating.

  Everything changed with that one realization. She was no longer afraid. No, she was turned on, excited as hell, and wet, but she was not scared. Ansley must have sensed the change in her because when he spoke there was a smile in his voice, a sense of calmness that had not been there before.

  She realized then that he'd been nervous about her reaction.

  "Good, breathe deeply and relax."

  She did as he commanded, allowing air to fill her lungs and her muscles to loosen.

  "I'm going to tighten the bonds now.” The sound of a pulley being worked cut through the air as the slack in the ropes disappeared. “We need a safe word."

  She knew of the concept. A safe word was meant to keep her secure in case the game took her past her limits. The moment she felt uncomfortable she was supposed to say the safe word. Ansley would back off immediately.

  "Ave Maria, I think that should be our word."

  It was the name of the first piece she'd worked on with him. It gave her immense pleasure to know that he was thinking of that first interaction. “Okay."

  The ring of footsteps seemed to echo through the hollow room as Ansley walked around. The sound dulled before brightening again. He'd returned to her.

  Something smooth and buttery soft whispered across her skin. Strips of leather that she instantly knew were the fingers of a whip teased her lower abdomen. She shivered at the light touch. The caress glided up her torso, across both her breasts, before moving up the column of her throat. She gasped in pleasure when the whip stroked the area just beneath her nape, her sweet spot.

  "Ansley."

  The whip was taken away, fingers wound in her hair, and her head was forcefully pulled back. She gasped, slightly in pain, mostly in pleasure, as his lips found hers. The kiss was ruthless, unchecked; his mouth conquered hers, roaming over her lips, tongue thrusting deep to lave her.

  He devoured her.

  He broke off the kiss and she reached for him, trying to follow him as he took a step back. The bindings kept her in her place.

  Damn!

  He moved around the room. Anticipation filled her, making Sophia vividly aware of every move Ansley made. The room was painfully silent except for his footsteps. At that moment she wished he would remove her blindfold. She wanted, no needed, to see him, be prepared for what was coming next. Sightless, she was forced to listen and feel.

  She wondered what he was doing, what he was thinking. What did he plan on doing with the whip?

  Her question was answered when the sharp bite of the leather strips blazed across her skin. She flinched more out of surprise than pain when it landed on her bottom. Tingles of heat burned where the whip landed. She waited, counting the moments until a second hit landed. She made it to five before it came. By then she was breathing hard. Still, she wasn't prepared for the sweet pain. He followed with another and another, the whip landing on various spots on her ass, never hitting the same place twice.

  It kept her teetering on the edge, anticipating his next move even though she knew she couldn't.

  The whip landed on the under curve of her backside, where her thigh met her buttocks. The touch was harsher; the sting lasted longer. It was followed by the lightest of touches as his palm gently swept over her bottom.

  Sophia lifted her hips, seeking out his caress.

  "Hmmm,” he rumbled softly, and his hand slid forward to cup her sheath. His fingers delved into the swollen lips of her pussy to caress her clitoris. “You enjoyed that."

  "Yes.” There was no pointing in denying the truth. He could feel the proof. Her pussy was slick with moisture and her muscles quivered with excitement.

  "Tell me, Sophia, are you looking forward to what comes next?"

  "What happens next?"

  "First, I'm going to devour you, lick here.” He brushed a finger over her clit before slipping it into her sheath. She groaned at the sensation of being touched intimately. “Then, I'm going to fuck you. Long, hard, and deep."

  Dirty talk had never sounded so tantalizing. Every word seemed to pierce her sex, touch her so that she felt phantom fingertips over her breasts, teasing her nipples, plunging in her sex, moving across her clitoris. She shifted as her sheath pulsed with hunger, and the creamy evidence of her desire leaked from her sex.

  Her mind latched onto his words and pictured each and every scenario.

  "Would you like that, Sophia?"

  God! “Yes.” Her response was a shuddering gasp, her heart pounding too quickly for her to do more than release her answer in a breath.

  His hot breath gusted over her nipple moments before the tip was engulfed in the slick heat of his mouth. She moaned at the feel of his suckling mouth. Lips, tongue, and teeth, he used all to tease her until the bud was swollen. His mouth moved to her second breast, teasing it as he'd done the first, working it until she was groaning his name. Then he stepped back, leaving her bereft of his touch, her nipples wet and aching, the cool air torturing the tips with memories of his warm mouth. “Oh Lord, Ansley."

  "Relax, Sophia. I've got something for you, something just as good, maybe even better than my mouth."

  She severely doubted that, but as long as he fed the hunger that burned within she'd agree to anything.

  The ghost of a breath against her face was her only warning. Then there was something cold, hard, and demanding clamped around one tip. She cried out at the alien feeling.

  "Does it hurt?"

  She bit her bottom lip and shook her head. No, pain wasn't what she felt, but the sensation was so strong it bordered on pain. A clamp was added to her other nipple.

  "Beautiful.” He whispered the word over the bud, sending goose bumps down her body.

  "How does it feel?"

  One hard palm moved over her left hip as he asked the question, alternating between squeezing and caressing the flesh.

  "Tight,” she answered.

  He chuckled. “I think you like it tight,” he murmured as his hand moved south, dancing over her lower hip to settle between her thighs. He kicked her legs apart, widening her stance. Warm fingers spread the lips of her sex and touched her intimately. “As a matter of fact I know you like it tight. Hard. Rough. And that's how I'm going to give it to you."

  "Hmmm,” she moaned in response. As his fingers caressed the inner flesh of her sheath, teased her labia, and stroked her clitoris, her sex flooded with moisture. Contractions born from hunger tightened her pussy. She was moments away from coming. She could feel the pending orgasm.

  Sophia stood on her toes and rocked her hips forward, riding his hand, trying desperately to find the release her body craved.

  "You will come..."

  Lord, yes. Just a little more.

  "At my command."

  "No,” she cried out as he removed his hand, leaving her teetering on the edge of release.

  "You're not allowed to come yet, not until I'm balls deep inside of you."

  Her nostrils flared as she breathed out deeply. Nothing so crude should have sounded so fantastic. She nodded her head in agreement, because she wanted that too. She wanted to feel Ansley pumping inside her, fucking her until her breath ended where his began.

  "Mine,” he growled. His fingers were once again in her hair, lifting her head for his kiss. She groaned his name on contact, at the feel of his firm, hard mouth on hers. His tongue pushed past her parted lips to touch the inner recesses of her mouth. Her already-excited sex fluttered as he kissed her deeply.

  He broke off the kiss to place his lips against her cheeks, over her face, down her throat, and even farther south, kissing the sweat-slickened skin of her torso and lower abdomen until he reached her aching sheath.

  Lord, she didn't think she would survive the feel of his mouth on her pussy, but she was itching for it. Sophia spread her legs and tilted her hips. Ansley wrapped his fingers around one thigh and lifted it
to his shoulder.

  Feeling utterly exposed, she waited for him to taste her. Instead his fingers traced the lips of her sex, moving north to south, over and over again, until she could feel her cream coating her inner thighs. None of her previous lovers understood the joy to be found in teasing a woman until she was at the edge.

  Ansley did.

  Sophia didn't know whether to be grateful or dismayed by the fact. She only knew she couldn't take much more of it.

  Just when she was going to voice her irritation, something wet and slick fluttered against her slit. His tongue. He pressed it to her clit and laved the swollen nub, licking the full length of her sex.

  She groaned and clenched her fingers into a fist as the almost-overwhelming need to come assailed her. She didn't think she could fight off the feeling, but she knew she needed to do just that. The allure of feeling Ansley deep within her when she found her pleasure was too tempting to ignore. “Please,” she begged him, needing him to give her a chance to catch her breath, steady herself, but he kept on licking, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of erotic bliss.

  One finger slipped into her sex to stroke her. Despite her best intentions, her hips lifted of their own volition, seeking the pleasure his touch promised. One finger became two. He pumped the digits in and out of her as another finger brushed over her clit. She bit her bottom lip and rocked her hips to the pace he'd set up.

  She could not come. She silently chanted the words even as she felt her muscles begin to tighten with release.

  Hot breath brushed against her inner thighs. Warm lips pressed against her skin. Her own breath struggled to enter her lungs as she clenched her belly muscles, fighting the pleasure that flooded her limbs. “Please, Ansley, I can't hold back..."

  The fingers stilled. “What do you want, Sophia?"

  "You, I want you."

  He shook his head. “You're going to have to say it, Sophia."

  "I want you in me, fucking me."

  He gave her a devilish smile. “That I can do, but on my terms."

  For some reason, his qualifier kicked her arousal up a notch. She desperately wanted to find out what his terms were and just how pleasurable they could be.

  Ansley stepped forward. He was so close she could feel the hairs on his chest brushing against her extended arm. She shuddered at the sensation, licked her lips, and tasted him on her tongue. She could not wait until he was inside her, filling her.

  His strong fingers gripped her hips, biting into her flesh. He aligned their bodies hip to hip. In that position, she could feel just how much she affected him. She started to smile with satisfaction, only to gasp in surprise when he parted her cheeks to press a finger against her rosette. “Has any man ever ventured here?"

  She shook her head, unable to make out the word.

  "Sophia?” he barked.

  "No,” she released in a quiver. “No one."

  "No one's ever fucked this pretty ass of yours?"

  She stumbled on his words. He thought her big, round ass was pretty? She must have said something out loud because his laughter echoed through the air.

  "Maybe not pretty. Hot. Sexy. Fuckable. That's what I think your ass is.” His finger pressed a little harder, tantalizing her with the promise of penetration. “I'm going to be the first man to take you here."

  "Yes."

  He moved away from her and walked across the room. She waited, breath hitched for his return. The low hum of a vibration captured her attention just before Ansley pressed the source of the sound against her bottom. A vibrator. The realization that he was going to add a sex toy to their game shook her. Just when she'd gotten used to one idea, he included another element, one that left her on edge and hungering.

  She wondered if he was going to fill her pussy with the toy when he took her one remaining virginity.

  He parted the cheeks of her ass to reveal her rosette. Before Sophia could adjust to the alien feeling, something wet and warm flicked over her puckered hole. She gasped his name as Ansley's tongue glided over her rosette. Then he thrust it forward, slipping past the first ring of muscle. Heat flooded her at the wicked act. Over and over, he plunged his tongue into her, touching and caressing her sensitive rosette until she was gasping in pleasure.

  The scent of strawberry reached her nostrils just as he pulled away. The liquid was warm when he dripped it onto her back entrance. He spread the lube over her hole, coating the rosette before pressing forward. Her first instinct was to clench up, but she fought it and pushed back against his demanding finger.

  He worked the finger into her until he was fully sheathed in her channel. “Good girl,” he said encouragingly. Once she adjusted to him, he slipped the digit free only to push two back in. Again he stretched her, pushing the fingers forward until she was comfortable with the penetration.

  "Now, I want you to push back as I thrust this forward, okay?"

  She nodded her head in agreement. He removed his fingers and pressed the toy to her rosette. Slick and warm, it hummed against her entrance. He pushed it forward. She groaned his name when the vibrator breached the first ring of muscle. She felt a little pain, but more than anything it was awkward, something to get accustomed to experiencing.

  "Good, now breathe and push back."

  He moved it forward, working it until it was deep in her bottom. The toy pulsed in her channel, stimulating the sensitive tissue. She moaned deeply, intoxicated by the feeling, caught totally unawares by just how good it felt to have the toy in her rosette. Experimentally, she rotated her hips only to gasp when pleasure shot through her core. “Oh my."

  Sure fingers brushed against her wrists and undid the ropes holding her to the bar. Quivering, she fell into Ansley's waiting arms. He carried her newlywed-style and laid her on a soft, firm surface, a mattress. She reached for the blindfold only to have him stop her. “Let me,” he murmured and then peeled it from her face. After placing a kiss to her lips, he walked away, with a gently said, “I need to get prepared."

  Sensitive to any illumination, she blinked at the warm light flooding the room in gentle gold tones. Time seemed to tick slowly by as Sophia took in the room surrounding her. It was dimly lit. As her vision sharpened, recognition hit her. She was in the same room she and Jacob shared tea within, except the small table was gone. In its place sat a bed, a bed she was lying on.

  Her lips were dry, her mouth in dire need of water. She lifted her head and looked at Ansley as he took gliding, predatory steps to her. Fluid grace marked his every movement; sexual excitement brightened his eyes. Sophia found herself enchanted by both.

  As liberating as the blindfold had been, she enjoyed seeing him, watching the emotions play across his handsome face.

  She licked her bottom lip as heat pooled in her lower abdomen and her already-slick sheath dampened with more cream.

  He stopped beside the bed, close enough for her to feel the heat from his large body and take in the scent of his skin. Wicked emerald gaze holding hers, he reached out and brushed one hand over her chest, fingers moving over the distended tips of her breasts. It was the lightest of touches, but it seared her straight to the core.

  Maybe it was the very briefness of his touch, but Sophia found herself groaning for more. “Ansley."

  He placed his palm against her abdomen, sending her cunt fluttering with passion.

  His hand edged north, mapping her body with careful precision until it reached the area between her breasts. She held her breath, waiting for him to move his palm either west or east, just as long as he touched one of her tits.

  "You're mine to do with."

  She nodded her head in agreement and waited for him to touch her. When he didn't, she realized that he wanted her to say the words. “Yes, Ansley, I'm yours."

  Instead of touching her as she'd hoped, he stepped back, removing his warm hand from her chest. She groaned in disbelief, bowing her body, trying to get closer to his departing touch. “Damn it,” she cursed softly.

  "Rem
ember, you're mine to do with.” Back turned to her, he spoke the words.

  This was not what she'd expected when she'd agreed, but there was no going back now. The evening had been more enlightening, exhausting, and emotionally fulfilling than she'd ever thought it could be.

  Ansley turned around so that he leaned over her. Staring deep into his green eyes, she wondered how she was going to survive living without him. She knew she was strong enough to live without him, but she didn't want that life. She wanted the weekend to continue for an eternity. She wanted to always know that when she woke he would be there, waiting for her and her for him.

  Body taut from muscles hardened by desire, he knelt on the bed. She was effectively surrounded by him. Her gaze traveled over his face, taking in his clenched jaw, down his heaving chest to rest on the jutting length of his sheathed erection. She devoured the sight of his strong body, tight with control, his corded thighs on either side of hers, the light dusting of deepest brown hair over his chest and down his abdomen that led to a thin line that spread into his ebony pubic thatch.

  Sophia spread her legs and lifted her hips, offering herself to him, a sacrifice to his wicked desires. She groaned as the act pushed the vibrating toy in her backside deeper. He grabbed her legs and widened the area between them, giving himself more room. She rocked her hips, attempting to get closer to him. “Nice and slow, Sophia."

  His words sounded like an admonishment to her, which seemed ridiculous in light of the fact that she'd been teetering on the edge of an orgasm for what felt like years now. She didn't know how he expected her to take things nice and slow. She was completely incapable of doing any such thing under the circumstances. Sophia continued to writhe, rock, and groan, needing to touch as much of Ansley as possible.

  "Hard and fast, Ansley. I need it hard and fast."

  His gaze caught hers, searched hers for a moment, before he leaned forward and kissed her swiftly. “Okay, sweetheart,” he growled out in a voice that was a fine mixture of hard desire and soft emotion.

  He placed his cock against her nether lips and brushed it through the wet folds. She jerked beneath him at the first touch of his cock against her clit. Ansley repeated the motion, going back and forth numerous times. Even though it wasn't the fast fuck she'd demanded, Sophia found she couldn't fault him. He had warned that things would be done on his terms.