A Mess of Reason (23 page)

“Good girl,” he says as his face meets mine.
He crushes me with a kiss that’s sinfully erotic as his tongue
caresses the inside of my mouth in all-consuming licks of carnal
want, igniting hot sparks that zing through my nerves at an
unrelenting pace.

“One,” he says as his fingers go the top of
my corset and unclasp the very top hook. There are exactly ten
clasps between him and my naked body. Ten clasps between my fear
and my freedom. Looks like Mission Flesh on Flesh has just
begun.

“Oh, is this how we’re doing this?” I ask
with my best-ever bedroomy eyes, because I’m so turned on my eyes
couldn’t possibly say anything else in this moment. The smile in
his, along with his devastatingly sexy grin, says all I need to
know.

“Yes. We’re doing this my way. Now be a good
girl and I’ll reward you with the best fuck of your life. You’d
like that tonight, wouldn’t you, Tess?” His hands are at the bottom
of my corset, which is snapped onto my skirt. As he undoes the
bottom clasp of my corset, he figures this out.

“Two. And a nice surprise in waiting,” he
says as he undoes every snap on my skirt, leaving me panting in my
panties, garters, stockings, and corset.

“Mmmm. Damn. Look at you, beautiful. Like a
present for me to unwrap. So sexy. We’re gonna go slow, baby. I’ve
waited a long time for what I’m going to do with you. Slow…you
understand, sweetheart?” He slides my ass right to the edge of the
table, spreads my legs apart, then drags his hands up and down the
insides of my thighs, behind my knees, then back to my panties,
where he begins to feather his fingers across the wet lace that
barely covers me.

“Oh, Jesus. Slow…yeah, slow…”

He silences me with a hard kiss. A hungry
lip-lock that has me moaning into his mouth. I surrender, feeling
its vibrations. It’s deep, wet, dirty, and rough, baiting me
ravenously and undressing me without warning. He answers my moans
in deep growls as his fingers meander over my panties until he
reaches around to find the narrow sliver of lace that skates across
my ass, dividing my cheeks as it buries itself in my crack. And
holy sugar land does he tease… He’s got game, all right. He’s
committed to the vibe and it makes me desperate for his
everything.

“Tess, Tess, Tess. So sexy.” Both hands
surround me, teasing up and down the lace on my ass, gently cupping
my cheeks with each sweep while his thumbs come nearly around to my
front side. All the while his tongue has intercourse with my mouth
as if I’ve never been kissed. The man can kiss.

“Three,” he says, and a wave of hesitation
runs through me while he undoes another clasp at the top of my
corset.

“Scout, I…”

“Shhh. Turn over onto your knees before I
get to four.”

Not for a second do I hesitate. His command
erotically imprisons me. I love that he knows exactly what he wants
this to be, that he takes such pleasure in what he’s going to do to
me. That confidence he has—oh hell, I want to surrender everything
to him when he tells me what to do.

I flip onto my knees and look back at him.
His eyes are committed, dark and brazen. He catches me glancing at
him while he looks me over seductively, staking his claim. He has
no idea how liberated it makes me feel.

“Damn, woman. I love your beautiful face,
but this view of your ass and your sweet pink cunt…oh Jesus…” He
melts all my resolve with shamelessly wicked words along with his
adoring smile. He traces the edges of my panties with his
fingertips like a man on the make.

“These have to go.” In a quick shred, he
rips my lacy bits off, then spreads my legs apart. I feel like a
pleasure-seeking lush about to be devoured by a tomcat. And let me
tell you, I’m going to enjoy every last bit of his exploration.

“Head down, sweetheart.”

I nearly come at his words…the timbre of his
tone. So dominant and assertive, he’ll be my undoing. His hands
rest on my ass as he tenderly massages it, then his lips…they’re
kissing me. Big, wet, open-mouthed kisses across my cheeks, between
my thighs, then that tongue washing me. He’d told me…was bold about
it…so clear when he’d said what he could with it…and…

“Oh sweet Jesus, I…” It’s decadent,
forbidden…euphorically perfect. He shouldn’t…but thank God he does.
I can’t resist the crossfire of sensations. The ache of want, the
crushing tease. So in an end-all, be-all surrender, I widen my legs
as I moan in merciful, pleading pants, letting him invade me
intimately. I feel vulnerable, roused, claimed, and more turned on
than I ever knew I could be as his tongue sinfully enters my ass,
his fingers sliding into the aching wetness of my pussy. I’m
walking on water. Everything is new, intense, disturbingly raw and
sensual—a delicious violation if ever. He teases over and through
my folds and in and out of my slick openings as though he knows my
body by rote. Demanding every ounce of my attention and lust in his
fearless, purposeful meanderings.

“So tight…wet…deep…you like that, don’t
you?”

So delicious is his claim on me, it’s
maddening. My senses spin, my words lost in tangle of knots deep in
my throat. His electric touch and laves of his tongue crush me as I
fall decadently into every last swell, taste, and tease.

“Give it to me, Tess. Let go…feel it…just
like that. Feel me fucking you with my mouth, my fingers…. So wet
for me.” His passionate calls become irresistible and I go from
dancing along the edge of a cloud to shutting out the world in a
moment of carnal delirium.

“Scout…oh fuck.” I’m desperate with
exquisite ache as he invades me everywhere, capturing me,
worshiping me, discovering me in ways I didn’t realize hadn’t been
discovered before now. My hips rock against him in want, each new
sensation more of a seductive, arresting assault than the last.

“Tell me, sweetheart. You want it harder?
Deeper? Let go, baby. Tell me what you want.”

I answer first in moans, unable to find
words between the thrusting collision of his flesh against
mine.

“Please…yes… Deeper…harder, oh…” His fingers
find flesh I never knew existed, his hands and tongue instinctively
purposeful in their claim of my orgasm.

“So deep… Let go, feel me. Let go, baby.”
I’m pure energy under his touch as tiny electric tremors collide
with convulsive jerks of pleasure that move through me, smacking
every nerve ending on my body. Finally all points fire together,
revealing my release, which has me flying through—and giving into—a
new world.

“Scout, I…” Tears fall down my cheeks in
answer to my unraveled emotions as I lie slumped on the table in a
heap of sated revelation. This man. He’s more than ravenous for me
and for my transformation.

“My beautiful girl. You okay? You’re
crying…too much?” His arms surround me as he rolls me over while
sweeping me into his arms. His face nuzzles mine while he carries
me as my insides reel from the most powerful orgasm of my life.

“No, not too far at all. That was intense.
So incredible.”

“Okay, good. You trust me, right? You can
always tell me to stop if you don’t like something, if I push the
boundaries to far, okay, sweetheart?”

“I want you, too. I like that…boundaries
pushed, all of it. It’s what I want with you. I want to be free.
You know that, right?”

“Yeah, it’s all I want with you too,
baby.”

I open my eyes, coming out of a dreamlike
state as Scout lays me down on the center of a king-size bed that’s
luxuriously tented in ivory netting. It feels safe, ethereal, and
almost womblike. The sparkling lights of hundreds of candles dance
across the room’s surfaces in magical leaps as a rawly scented
ocean breeze blows through the space in a barely moving whisper. A
bottle of champagne sits uncorked, awaiting celebration, on the
bedside stand. As Scout comes to sit next to me on the bed, he
hands me a bubbling glass.

“To the flip side…I love you.” He crushes me
with his smile and the way his eyes float across my face in search
of answers. We clink glasses, both taking sips as he skates his
fingers along the front of my corset.

“You doing okay? Want me to tuck you into
bed for the night?” His lips are on my neck, tasting me, then at my
mouth, where I taste my own sex. Everything in our moment is erotic
and decadent.

“Sleep? Not a chance. I’m here to claim my
prize,” I say suggestively, smoothing my hand over the hard outline
of his groin.

“Is that so? Your prize? Mmm, the one in
your hand…is that what you want?” His tongue is flat and wet as it
drags along my skin as though he’s washing me.

“Yes, I want that. I want all of you…all.”
I’m committed to my self-indulgent arousal, knowing the delicate
balance I’m riding.

“Four…five…six,” he whispers as he open two
more clasps at the bottom and one at the top.

This has to be my night. I say it silently
in rolling chants. Everything about it has been perfect since we’ve
arrived, and I only want more of it and him. I reach across the
line, offering my own small gift.

“Seven…eight,” I say as I undo two clasps.
Only two left to go, then the whole corset will fall open to reveal
all that I’ve kept hidden.

“There’s my girl.” His fingers move down the
front of his crisp white shirt, popping open the silver knotted
studs that ride the front placket. Then he deftly unbuckles his
belt and stands at the side of the bed, dropping most everything.
The outline of his rigid cock rides his black briefs like a masked
stallion ready to mount me with its unleashing. I go to him on my
knees, crawling—as he knew I would—hooking my thumbs into the edge
of his briefs, then sliding them down his well-muscled legs. The
bob of his cock slapping up against his belly makes my mouth water
to taste him.

“Tess…oh fuck…” He groans as I lick the wet
bead from his velvet head, then take all of him into my mouth. I’m
spellbound, looking up at his muscled torso as his hands rest on my
shoulders while he watches me take him greedily in and out of my
mouth.

“You taste so good. I want you, Scout,
please.”

He’s heavy, hard, full, and rocking himself
into my mouth like he owns it. Fucking my mouth the way I want him
in my pussy. God, how I want it.

“Tess…fuck…not yet….” He picks me up by the
waist, then moves us to the center of the bed. He lies on his back,
encouraging me to climb on top of him. I’m wetter than a midsummer
rainstorm and as ready for him as I’ll ever be. Only two more
clasps to go. Seems simple, right? So close I can taste it.
Open
the door, let him in. Be free. He wants you, you want him….

My wet, engorged lips ride along his cock as
ripples of excitement shoot through me. His invitation impossible
for me to resist. I’m breathless and seconds away from him sliding
inside of me. His arms wreath my tiny waist, helping my body glide
across his velvety marble-like length. Our eyes lock and my heart
flutters as my pulse leaps about in violent sweeps of erratic
rhythm.

“So wet for me. I want to be inside of
you…making love to you.” His gaze drops from mine to my corset
front.

“Nine,” he says as he opens one more. That
one word makes my heart turn over. I do all I can to fight back
tears, my emotions making me breathless in my overwhelming need to
be close to him. Then, in one easy sweep, he rolls us over and pins
me underneath him. Tears sting my eyes, finally giving way to slow
drops that slide over my cheekbones. My hard swallows make me feel
powerless and wanting all at once.

“What if you run from me? I’ll die, you
know.”

“I’ll stay. I’m going nowhere, you
know.”

“I’m afraid I’ll scare you.”

“I’m certain you’ll thrill me…always do,
always have. Don’t give up on me, on us…not now, Tess. Don’t lock
me out the way you’ve done to yourself. You’ve always owned my
heart. Now you own my soul.”

“Scout, I—I don’t know if I can…”

“You know you can. I know you can.”

“I want you—oh God, so much—but I’m…”

“Tess, sweetheart, it’s me. Let me love
you,” he says, placing a warm, blanketing kiss over my mouth,
melting my resolve. His hands rest on my corset front. His kisses
drown out my fears while he undoes that final, determining clasp.
His lips come off mine; his eyes lock onto my own. And in a tender,
sacredly intimate moment, my corset falls open as he pushes it off
my chest, revealing all that I am, while he glides himself inside
of me.

“Scout…oh…” I gasp as my stomach flips and
he thrusts deeply into my wet tightness. He instinctively takes his
lips to my flesh, sweeping kisses, then nibbling, sucking, licking,
never once looking away from my eyes. I find myself nodding…gasping
for air because everything feels so incredibly earth-shattering and
beautiful between us.

“Tess, my baby, my gorgeous girl. I love
you…you’re so beautiful. Jesus…”

I feel transformed, reborn, and unshakeable
as we surrender our bodies, lust, and love to each other in bold
purchase. Every stroke is deeply intense and unyielding as he
invades me with rushing force and liberation.

“Scout…so deep…I…oh…”

“Too deep? It’s so amazing to be inside of
you, Tess. Jesus, you were worth the wait. Oh, God, so good…fuck,
Tess.”

“I love it. I love you. Harder, deeper…all
of you…feels so good.”

“Tess…I want to you come with me. Are you
there? I’m so…oh fuck…” His words send a swell through every point
in my body, coaxing my claim in desperation.

“Scout… Oh, please. Now…yeah…” I beg him,
each word a distinct plea for his release as I give all of myself
to him and to my own succulent submission as he does to me.

We lie wet against each other, the scent of
sex and sea mingling in the air. Scout traces his fingers over my
chest as his eyes follow with a look of satisfaction. His lips
sprinkle kisses in their wake. My heart soars as tears glide down
my face, both of us knowing exactly what each drop holds. Trust,
love, courage. Promises.