Just One Taste (Topped #2)(60)

Her lips curved up in a sultry smile as her hands came up, reaching for the ties on his leathers and gracefully undoing them. His dick was already hard as a rock and desperate for her affection. He hissed as she took it into her hand. Damn but no matter how many times he made love to this woman it always felt like this, like he was young and learning the joys of a woman all over again. She made him feel this way.

“Kiss it.” He couldn’t stop the low growl in his tone.

Her eyes were up, looking at him as she leaned forward and brushed her lips against the head of his cock. Pure fire swept through him as she ran the flat of her tongue around his dick.

“That’s what I want, but don’t think you’ll take me all the way. You’re not getting off that easy. Not at all. Tonight I’m going to have everything I’ve wanted. Everything I’ve been preparing you for.”

Her eyes widened and she moved back on her heels. “We should talk about that.”

Nope. He wasn’t playing that way tonight. “You’ll love it. You have no problem going for hours with the plug. Don’t even pretend. You’ve started to like it.”

She leaned forward again. “I can cry and plead if it makes you happy.”

He wasn’t a sadist, though he did like to play with her. “Not tonight. Tonight I want to make you come. I want to take that pretty ass and make it mine.”

She licked at him, drawing her tongue over the slit of his cock and sucking at the little drop of moisture there. “Everything I have is yours, Master.”

And she would get everything from him. He would work his hardest to build something special with her, to have a life they could both be proud of. He wound a hand in the silk of her hair and drew her forward. She shivered as he pulled slightly. He’d learned exactly the right amount of pressure to apply to ensure she was wet and ready for him.

He twisted her hair, tugging lightly, and was rewarded with a moan. The sound moved over his sensitive flesh. Deena leaned over, taking more of him. He watched as his dick disappeared between those gorgeous lips. Her tongue moved over and around his stalk, and he wasn’t going to think about anything but how good it felt.

“Take more.” He forced another inch in, hissing as her teeth lightly scratched over him. “Don’t make me spank you. I’ll tie you down and you won’t be able to sit at your graduation ceremony. If that’s not enough to make you behave, there’s always the ginger lube.”

She whimpered around his cock and one hand came up to cup his balls. Sensation sizzled up his spine. Deena worked to take him inside, finding that perfect rhythm where every second was pure bliss. There wasn’t a moment when he couldn’t feel the heat of her mouth, the soft pull of her lips.

He tugged at her hair. “Time to take care of you.”

She gave his cock one more kiss and then rose to her feet, her nipples brushing against his chest. “You always do.”

With a wink, she turned and he caught sight of the prettiest ass he’d ever seen. His cock tightened as she placed her hands flat on either arm of the chair and bent over, her legs wide apart. He couldn’t help but remember the first awkward times when they hadn’t been in synch. Now they knew their roles. Deena understood what pleasure waited for her so she no longer played bratty games. She simply turned and offered herself to him.

He silently thanked whoever had prepped the room for him. Everything he needed was on a lovely table along the wall. All the toys and fun torture implements he’d bought for Deena were sitting right there like a buffet of delights. Everything he needed to make his sub scream was in his grasp.

He kicked off his boots and shoved out of his leathers. He grabbed a condom, the lube, and a very special toy he’d found just for this occasion. A pretty pink vibrating dildo complete with straps to hold it in place so he could fill his sub up. Everything had been cleaned and was ready for action.

It was time to take what was his.





Deena clutched the arms of the chair and decided her Dom really understood what torture was. Waiting. It was killing her, but she suspected Eric knew that. She kept her gaze forward. The very last thing she wanted was to stop all the forward progress they were making so he could indulge his spanky hand.

“You’re being a very good girl.”

She was a terrifically impatient girl, but that would buy her a sore bottom and no orgasm. “It’s a special night for us. I thought you would appreciate a little obedience.”

His big palm cupped one of her cheeks, sending a wave of heat through her system. “I always appreciate obedience. Well, unless I need a swift kick in the ass. Did I tell you how much I appreciate what you did for me the other day?”

After their meeting with Mitch, he’d been very appreciative in the cab of his truck. He’d tried to be appreciative in Chef’s office, but Big Tag and Charlotte had gotten there first, much to Chef’s chagrin. Deena had worked the rest of her shift with a smile on her face.

“You might have mentioned it, Master.”

His deep voice seemed to go straight to her feminine center. “You were magnificent and smart and so f*cking brave. Did you want to run?”

She could feel him moving behind her. The need to turn and find out what he was doing was almost overwhelming, but she held her ground. “You know I did and you know why I didn’t.”