Just One Taste(29)

“Deena, I want you to listen to me and listen to me good. I am not that man. I will never be that man and I want that man out of our relationship. This is between you and me, and he has no place here so I will make my own decisions. I will say one more thing about him and then you’re going to let that shit go for the rest of the night. He was a selfish little prick and he denied himself and you. You’re better off without him and I’m going to show you why. You are not to think about what he said to you when I’m eating your pussy like it’s the best piece of pie ever baked. Do you understand? That’s going to be my mouth on you, my lips and tongue making you come, and make no mistake, you will come for me. You’re going to love it when your Master tells you to spread your legs and let him have a taste of his pussy. Yeah, that pussy is mine and I’ll lick and suck on it whenever I want from now on. Am I understood?”

When he talked like that, so dark, his tone deep and demanding, she couldn’t help but respond. There was something in the core of her being that reacted to the way he took control. “Yes, Sir.”

She couldn’t fight him when he talked like that, couldn’t even argue her point. Not about something like this. He wanted to kiss her there. He wouldn’t be put off or listen to the reasons why it might not be a good idea. His will held sway here.

“You’re to be still. Do you understand? I want you to reach up and grab the rods of the headboard and don’t let go.” He stared down at her. “This is the time when you can choose to disobey me and send this all into the spiral that leads to us fucking the way we have every time before. I’m asking you not to. I’m asking you to let us be what we can be.”

He didn’t seem to require her response, merely set forth his request. She could force his hand or finally give the man what he wanted. She’d fought him and for what? Because Eddie had been an ass? Because she was still worried about what he’d wanted or disliked?

Shouldn’t she ask herself what she wanted? Did she want to feel Eric’s tongue on her pussy? Yes. Yes, she pretty much couldn’t think of anything she wanted more. She’d never had it before. Nothing beyond a single, pathetic lick that showed her nothing and then humiliation. Did she want to know what Serena’s books talked about? Hell, yes.

She had to hope it wouldn’t end the same way.

She let her hands drift up, finding the headboard and gripping it as he’d asked. She felt him shudder as though her submission had sent a wave of pleasure through him. He brushed his lips against hers before moving down her body. His lips moved over her neck. He licked at her, the sensation running through her. His hands moved to the top of her tank.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he said right before he ripped it in two and bared her breasts. Her nipples were already hard nubs, begging for his attention. She couldn’t care less about the tank top. She hated any fabric that came between them. She wanted to feel his skin against hers, the heat warming them both.

He kissed his way down her neck to her chest, his tongue coming out to lick at her nipple while his left hand tortured the other. His thumb rasped over the tip of her breast as he sucked the opposite one. She could feel his tongue whirling around and around, making her womb clench. Shudders went through her system as wave after wave of arousal hit her.

Blood pounded through her body as he inched his way down. He kissed her stomach and dipped his tongue into her belly button before moving lower. His fingers dipped under the waistband of her PJ pants.

“Lift up.”

She pushed her butt up, following his order. She found herself without pants very quickly. He got to his feet at the end of her bed and pulled them off her body. He was too big for her double. When she got her first paycheck from her new job, she would have to look into buying a new bed. A queen or maybe a king. Her Dom was a big guy. He needed his space, though she kind of thought he would end up being a cuddler.

“Spread your legs.”

She moved them apart, already feeling herself getting warm and wet and ready. He was going to put his mouth on her. He was going to taste her, and that meant something to him. His hands wrapped around her ankles and pushed them up and further apart. She was utterly open to him, her female parts on full display.

She should be horrified, but somehow she knew Eric would like it. He would love her being spread and open and willing to do what he wanted. This was submission. She sank into it, allowing herself to slip out of her ordinary self-consciousness. There wasn’t a place for it here. There was only what her Master wanted, what he needed from her. He spread her wide, splitting her open, and she couldn’t help but take a deep breath and let it happen.

He settled himself on the bed. She couldn’t see past his shoulders, but she would bet his knees were on the floor, his face right in her center. He looked up her body, his eyes locking with hers.

“I’m not thinking about anything but you.” She needed him to know that he was all she thought about these days. Yes, her ex-husband and his cruelty sank in from time to time, but it was Eric who had her attention. She was insecure, but every time they played she gained confidence. Every time he touched her, she got closer to him, and unless she was willing to walk away, it wasn’t going to change. She wasn’t going to be able to protect herself from him.

“I’m going to make sure of it,” he promised before lowering his head down.

A shudder went through her as she felt the heat of his breath along her feminine flesh. She tightened her grip on the headboard. Being still was already hard, but she was determined to give him this. She could see how selfish she’d been and she wanted to make him happy.

The first long drag of his tongue over her pussy made all those thoughts flee. This wasn’t something to suffer through for his benefit. This was amazing.

“Stop squirming or I’ll have to spank you,” he warned, the words rumbling along her skin.

She went completely still because she did not want him to stop. Spanking was fun, but what he’d done was beyond amazing. A gasp puffed from her mouth as he licked her again.

“This is sheer perfection. Don’t ever let anyone tell you this pussy isn’t the best treat in the world. I should know,” he said between nibbling bites. “This is sweet and tangy. I could eat this all day every day.”

Her body felt like a live wire, electricity sparking through her system. It took all her concentration to follow orders and stay still because all she wanted to do was buck against his mouth, make him take more, go deeper.

He was a sadist. He was making her crazy. The man teased and taunted her with little licks and bites. His tongue moved over her labia and then brushed against her clitoris, nearly making her scream in frustration when he backed off.

“Is there something wrong, Deena?”

If he wanted her to beg, he would find out she was absolutely not above doing it if it got her what she wanted. Her whole body was taut with anticipation. Despite the lack of intimacy, the sex they’d had trained her to expect pleasure from him. In only a few short weeks of sleeping with Eric, she’d come to crave what he could give her. He wouldn’t leave her unsatisfied. While it might be a fun game at times, Eric wasn’t a bastard who took and gave nothing back.

“Please, Sir. Eric, I need to come. I need to feel your mouth on me.”

“Tell me to fuck you with my tongue. Tell me you love it when I devour you.”

“I do. I love it. It feels so good. Please fuck me with your tongue.” The very act of saying the words, of hearing the way he growled them at her in that demanding Dom voice, got her even hotter. Every filthy word he said and commanded her to give back to him made her want more.

And he gave it to her. Without another word, he settled in and she felt the warm stroke of his tongue. He pierced her, diving deep inside while his thumb found her clitoris and started rubbing in circles. The rhythm seemed to follow the deep thrust of his tongue as he explored every inch of her pussy.

The wave hit her, making her call out and desperately clutch the headboard as the orgasm sped through her. Before she could even take a breath, he was up on his knees, reaching for a condom. He shoved his boxers off and started to roll the condom on his already hard cock.

Blood pounded through her, making her feel satiated and warm. She watched him through hooded eyes. His body was scarred and so beautiful it almost hurt to look at him. She wondered what he’d looked like before years of war had taken their toll. Likely softer, more boyish. The war had taken all the softness from Eric Vail’s body and left nothing but rough man behind, but somehow it hadn’t touched his soul. Though his body carried the scars, he was still open and kind and more than loving.

Did she even deserve a man like that?

The question whispered across her brain but she forgot it the minute he climbed on the bed with her. His big body was suddenly between her legs and she could feel his cock beginning to press in.

“Let go of the headboard. I want to feel your arms around me.”

Because he never had. Because she’d been too scared. She’d been so selfish. She let go of her hold and let her arms drift around him as he started to work his way inside her body.

“This is what you taste like.” He lowered his lips down to meet hers and she could taste her own essence there. His tongue plunged deep, sliding against hers as he thrust inside.