His to Love (Titans Quarter Book 2) Page 6

  God above, she wanted him to hurry.

  She caught a glimpse of his honed abs and broad chest, then his well-defined biceps. He was gorgeous. Breathtaking. How was it possible that she was going to spend the next week with him?

  He sat to toe off his boots and socks; then he stood and dropped his jeans.

  Beneath the denim, he was commando. His large cock was already erect. She moaned.

  “I want you, Shelby.”

  Yes. “Yes.”

  After rolling the condom into place, he placed one knee on the bed and used a hand to lift her legs.

  What the hell was he thinking?

  He positioned himself beneath her, pressing his shoulders against the backs of her thighs.

  “This will never work, Sir.” Had he forgotten her ankles were bound?

  “Keep your legs high and relax your knees.”

  The position was impossible.

  Rather than arguing with her, Trevor pressed forward. The strength of his shoulders parted her legs and gave him complete control. She was helpless as he teased her pussy with his index finger.

  She gasped, becoming instantly wet for him.

  “Don’t fight me,” he urged as he sucked her clit into his mouth.

  “God! I can’t.” She thrashed her head back and forth. “I can’t!” She was on the cusp of a climax. To get there, she had to lift her hips. Or she needed to escape him. But he’d cleverly fastened her hands beneath her and bound her ankles. She was completely at his mercy, and he showed none as he teased, licking, sucking, gently biting, then plunging his tongue into her. “Master Trevor!”

  “Are you going to come, Shelby?”

  “Yes!” If he’d allow it.

  He continued on, parting her nether lips, then flicking his tongue back and forth across her engorged clit.

  She was seconds away…

  And then he stopped. With a wicked, wicked grin, he lifted his head before using a couple of fingers to play with her.

  “Sir, you’re…” She was lost, on the edge again.

  “I’m…?”

  Shelby couldn’t remember what she’d been going to say. Masterful? Amazing? Sensational?

  He flicked a fingernail across her most tender flesh.

  “Oh!” The sensation was part pain, part pleasure.

  He turned his hand palm-side up then slid two fingers inside her. He pried her apart, stretching her. Then he finger-fucked her, starting with slow, measured strokes. “I want you to be ready.”

  She was. So much so. No man had ever engaged in this much foreplay. It blew her mind, shredded any emotional doubts as to whether this was a good idea or not. Even in the short amount of time they’d been together, the experience of what was possible had enriched her. She wouldn’t settle ever again, wouldn’t allow any man to make her feel less than sexy or worthy.

  “Let yourself go.” Trevor moved his hand faster, delving in deeper, forcing his fingers apart even farther.

  She was splintering.

  His thrusts overwhelmed her.

  “That’s it.”

  Shelby ached to place her arms around him and hang on. Yet her bonds made her helpless, which in turn allowed her the freedom to give herself over to him.

  He slowed, sought, then found her G-spot. Relentlessly, he pressed against it.

  She bucked against him, desperate for escape, completion.

  But he wasn’t finished. Her closed his mouth on her pussy.

  “I’ve got to…”

  “Take it.”

  As best she could, she leveraged herself off his shoulders, crying the whole time—from relief as much as desperation—offering him greater access to her cunt. He accepted, his heated tongue circling her needy little clit.

  He pulled away and gave her pussy a loving smack. The entire universe exploded behind her eyes, and she screamed as the orgasm ripped through her, leaving a path of incinerated stars behind it.

  “Yeah,” he murmured. “That is what I was looking for.”

  She blinked the room back into focus. While she was lost, he’d somehow untangled their bodies and curled himself next to her, tucking her into the safety of his arms.

  He hadn’t released her bonds, and his erection pressed against her buttocks.

  Trevor stroked her hair and was saying something she couldn’t quite make out, but the growl of possession in his rough, masculine voice touched the deepest part of her femininity.

  “How are you doing? Okay?”

  She might have drifted off, but it was only for a few seconds. “Yes.” At least I think so.

  “Does anything hurt? Do you need me to unfasten your cuffs?” Even though she shook her head, he rolled her onto her back and checked for himself, spending a couple of minutes rubbing her wrists and ankles.

  “You’re spoiling me.”

  “Not at all.” He grinned. “I’m being self-serving. Making sure you’re good to continue.”

  Softly, she returned his smile. “I am. Very much.”

  “Your pussy?”

  “That spank was…” She licked her lower lip. “Divine.”

  “Now I’m going to fuck you, Shelby.”

  It wasn’t a question; it was a certainty. Finally. She wanted to be his.

  “Tell me you want it.”

  His eyes were dark, and for a moment she had the ridiculous thought that he could see into her and know her deepest fantasies. “Please. Fuck me, Master Trevor.”

  Goddamn.

  Her words, husky and pleading, rocked through him. Since he generally only played with experienced submissives, he’d never been with a woman like Shelby. Watching her metamorphosis this evening enchanted him.

  At first she’d been nervous, but curious, when he said he wanted her as part of the wager. He wasn’t sure he’d have been as bold if he’d realized she was all but new to the scene. But then he’d have missed the pleasure of her awakening, seeing her buttocks blossom with streaks of red from the strands of his flogger. Mostly, he’d have missed the expression in her crystalline eyes. The whole world was revealed in the green depths. At the club, there’d been a hesitant trust. And now, there was hunger that matched his own.

  He skimmed his fingers over her left nipple. The tiny nub tightened, and with a gasp, she arched her back toward him. Obligingly he lowered his head, capturing her breast between his palms so she couldn’t get away while he sucked on her.

  “That’s…” She turned her head to one side. “It’s…”

  He waited.

  “Can I ask…” She moaned. “I mean…”

  “Sexy woman.” He lifted away to look at her. “Talk to me.”

  “Will you do it harder?”

  He sucked with more intensity; then he bit gently, making her cry out. Right away, he laved the injury with his tongue, circling and soothing, and he inhaled the sharpness of her arousal. Such a fucking turn-on.

  Trevor replaced his mouth with his thumb and forefinger, and he tightened his grip, in a way that had to be painful for her before he moved on to her other nipple. She cried his name over and over, lifting her hips in a vain attempt to rub her pussy against his skin.

  By the time he finished, she was begging for completion, and so was his dick. He wasn’t accustomed to delaying his gratification this long. But he’d do it another hour if he needed to. An hour? Hell, he’d do it all night. Anything to give her the evening she deserved. Her pure, innocent response was a gift he’d do anything to repay.

  “My nipples are so throbby.”

  “If you’ve changed your mind, we can play with clamps some evening. See if you might like them.”

  She sucked in a sharp breath.

  “Not tonight, then.” At his words, she softly exhaled. All of her actions were revealing, and he intended to become a student of them. “I’ve got other things in mind. Like spanking your pussy.”

  As much as she could, she clamped her thighs together.

  Adorable. And completely ineffective. “Open yourself t
o me.”

  “Uhm…”

  “Not sure where you got the idea that was a suggestion.” He kept his tone light but uncompromising. She had a safe word, and one for slow down. Judging by the haze that seeped across her eyes, the order both terrified and excited her.

  While holding her gaze captive, Trevor dipped a finger between her legs and entered her to draw out some of her essence. He used that dampness to repeatedly slide across her vulva in rhythmic motions. “I’m going to do what I said, so place the bottoms of your feet together and allow your knees to part.”

  “What if I don’t want to?”

  “Do you not? Really?” He carefully used his thumbnail on her clit, and she panted in perfect response. “Or are you stalling? Being obstinate? Perhaps you’ve got a touch of well-deserved apprehension.” Using two fingers from his free hand, Trevor spread her pussy lips. “Think it will make me a little more tender in the way I touch you?”

  She whimpered.

  “Won’t happen.” He shook his head. “I don’t respond to goading, nor do I compromise. If it’s a limit or not something you think you can do right now, use a safe word.”

  “Apprehension,” she confessed. “I liked it earlier. But that was, you know…”

  “While I was playing with you. Like I am now.” He pulled back his hand and delivered a sharp smack. She screamed, and it trailed off into a plea as he licked away the sting.

  “Oh! That is so…”

  “If you want more, offer your pretty pussy to me.”

  This time, she placed her feet together, and he tapped her knees, indicating she should allow them to fall open.

  Wrinkling her nose, she complied. “I’m still nervous.”

  “Isn’t that part of the thrill? The crash of adrenaline is a high all by itself.”

  She shifted her weight from one buttock to the other. “It’s going to hurt, though.”

  “Of course it will.”

  Shelby swallowed deeply before confessing, “You’re frightening me a little.”

  “Good.”

  With a soft curse, she buried her head in the duvet.

  “How many shall I give you?”

  “Do your worst, Sir!”

  He laughed. “That kind of bravery is a bit foolish.”

  Surprising him, she looked back at him. “The truth is, I trust you. It will hurt. Maybe like a bitch, but you’re going to make it worth my while. So I’m going to go with that.”

  Primal male instinct had urged him to take that wild chance, just for the opportunity to have her. Even then, he’d had no clue how fucking good it would be with her.

  Trevor spent minutes arousing her, eating her, driving her to the point she thrashed beneath his touch and her muscles were supple. Only when she was out of her head and wild with desire did he dampen his fingers and smack her pussy half a dozen times in rapid, sharp succession.

  Beneath his hand, she bucked as she sobbed. Then he turned on the small bullet vibrator and lightly touched her clit.

  His responsive little sub went rigid, and her eyes opened wide. “Sir!”

  “It’s okay to come.” He finger-fucked her while he held the toy against her. In mere seconds, she cried his name and climaxed all over his hand.

  “I…” Tears seeped from the corners of her eyes. “That was…” She struggled for words as he switched off the toy. “Fuck, Sir.”

  “Good?” he guessed with a smile.

  “Amazing is more like it.” She blinked, and she lifted a shoulder, as if trying to free one of her hands so she could touch him.

  Her praise fed him. He’d do anything to live up to the pure trust radiating from her eyes. “It was for me also.” His cock wept precum and throbbed with insistent demand. He didn’t remember ever staying hard this long before.

  “You mean that? You enjoyed that?”

  “Without a doubt. Watching your reactions gets me off.” He traced the outline of the concha at her throat. “And this is far from finished.”

  Her mouth parted as he knelt over her.

  “Are you going to unfasten me?”

  “Not your wrists.” He lifted her legs and buttocks from the mattress and then grabbed two pillows, plumped them, then resettled her on them.

  “You want to try doing this the same way you…” Red streaks flashed up her cheeks.

  “Used the vibrator? Ate you out?”

  “Ah. Yes. That.”

  Her embarrassment made him grin. By the end of the week, she’d be beyond that. “It may not be the most comfortable, but it’s certainly possible if you relax. I want to be deep inside you.”

  “Sir! But, that’s—I mean. You’re massive.”

  “Is that a compliment or a complaint?” At this moment, he couldn’t be sure.

  “Honestly? It’s a fear.”

  “I’ll be sure you’re ready.” He lifted her ankles and placed them on one of his shoulders. The image of her—long dark hair spilled across the white duvet in wild sexual disarray, nipples hard, apprehension, carved from jade daggers in her eyes, and her mouth open slightly, cunt scant inches from his fingers—would stoke the fires of his fantasies for years to come.

  Trevor dampened a finger and played with her, raising her arousal before sliding it inside her. When she relaxed enough for him to slip in and out more easily, he added a second finger, then a third, spreading them out, preparing the way. “Let go.”

  She clamped her lips together.

  “I promise I’ll never hurt you.”

  As he continued, her breathing became more rapid, and she began to writhe as she moaned. Even though she might be nervous, her body responded to him. The sound of her, the scent of her—there was nothing more perfect. “Gorgeous.”

  “Sir, I’m ready.”

  So was he. Slowly he withdrew his fingers from her. After releasing the ankle cuffs, he stroked his dick to full hardness before raising her legs and placing each of her calves on either side of his head.

  She swallowed hard.

  “Keep trusting me.”

  “I’m trying.”

  He curled his hands around her waist. “I’m going to move you a little and help while you place your knees on my shoulders.” Trevor lifted her and held her while she used her leg muscles to scoot her body into the position he wanted. “You’re doing great.”

  Damn. He liked the sight of her, spread and vulnerable for him.

  She adjusted positions as he guided his cockhead toward her entrance.

  “Oh.”

  “Tell me if it’s too much, and we can go slower.”

  “No. I want you.”

  Her soft, dreamy words nearly snapped his control. He wanted to be buried inside her, but she needed time.

  At little at a time, he eased forward and gave her time to adjust before pulling out a little, then sliding in again, a little deeper.

  As he did, her body relaxed by slow measures, and she no longer exerted as much force against his shoulders. “We’re getting there.”

  He continued on until his dick was completely inside her. Fuck. So damn hot. So damn good.

  “Nice.”

  Nice wasn’t a term he’d use.

  Trevor stayed where he was until she began to circle her hips, silently asking for more.

  For a few seconds, twenty at the most, he allowed her to set the pace, until his body’s demands became impossible to deny. He withdrew a little, then made repeated small thrusts forward, impaling her with each.

  On his shoulders, her muscles relaxed in silent invitation.

  “Take me, Sir.”

  It was permission. To fuck her like wanted. To make her his.

  And he accepted the invitation, pulling all the way out to plunge all the way back in, hard. Fast.

  He released her waist and placed one of his palms flat on the mattress and captured her chin with her other, holding her captive so he could drink in her responses.

  Her eyes were glossy, and her gaze was hungrily feasted on him. Using the l
ittle strength she had in her abs and backs of her thighs, she lifted her body a little, offering even more of herself.

  Pride washed through him.

  This beautiful creature who’d been hurt before was giving him a powerful gift. Her emotional as well as physical submission. It was as heady as it was humbling.

  “Master Trevor, I can’t wait. I’m going to come.”

  “Do.” He claimed her mouth, kissing her as she came, the taste of her still on his tongue.

  Shelby’s tight internal muscles clamped down on his dick, and his body tightened. He ripped his mouth away from hers and gritted his teeth as his own climax demanded release.

  With her body cradling his, he ejaculated in long, hot spurts. For a moment, he was lost. She’d given him so damn much tonight, and it was a fucking game changer. He’d never known that a woman’s complete surrender could pack such an emotional wallop.

  Aware that his weight was resting too much on her, he shook his head and used his palms to push himself up.

  Her eyes were closed. He was relieved by that. He didn’t want her to catch a glimpse of whatever the hell was racing through him.

  He’d had sex his entire adult life without it meaning a damn thing.

  But this? Her? “How are you doing?”

  “I’m tired.” She blinked a couple of times and smiled at him. “Otherwise, I’m…” She hesitated. “Satisfied. Although I think I might be a bit sore tomorrow. Maybe for a week.”

  He’d see she got a bath in some soothing salts. There was no way he could last several days without making love to her again.

  Trevor allowed his cock to slide from her feminine heat. Before disposing of the condom, he rolled her onto her side. “Let’s get you out of these cuffs.” He released the clip holding the pair together, then unfastened each in turn. Then he rubbed the circulation back into them. “Lie on your stomach for a minute so I can massage your shoulders.”

  “You’re a full-service Dom.”

  “Something like that.” He pulled away the pillows and helped her change positions. He’d intended to only work on her shoulders, but he continued downward, making soothing circles on her skin.

  “That’s nice.” Her voice was muffled, and she didn’t move.