ANightatTheCavern (4 page)

Tomorrow Miranda could claim the confident, sexy woman
inhabiting her body was beckoned forth by alcohol, or pheromones pumped into
the air, or hypnosis caused by the seductive cadence of Jorges’ baritone. For
now she was going to pretend she had this scenario planned the entire time.

At least that was the idea until she entered a room draped
with whips, chains and various other contraptions that hung from the ceiling
like erotic chandeliers.

“Whoa.” She tried not to gape as she fell back against the
chocolate-colored suede wall. “Have you used all of this equipment?”

“Um, not all of it.” A red flush raced up his neck as he
adjusted the lighting. “Music?”

Was he embarrassed? If so, of what? “Sure. Are we not
supposed to be in here?”

“If the door is open, it’s available to anyone who knows
where it’s located. The only rule is you need to leave it as neat as you find
it.” For the first time he appeared uncertain as he turned one direction then
the other while creating the perfect mood. His lack of smoothness bolstered her
confidence. “Will this suffice for what you have in mind?”

A large, round mattress big enough for six people took
center stage in the middle of the room. A massage table waited in the corner
and on the opposite side of the room was a grouping of chairs that ranged from
the old-fashioned hard-back variety to soft, cushy rockers. A wet bar ran along
an entire wall and a glass-front armoire stood sentry at the end. For some
reason the thought of opening those doors scared the crap out of her.

“I hope so. If not, then I’m not very creative.”

He held out his hand. “Come to me.”

Without further hesitation, she ran into his arms, lifting
her chin to receive the gift of the firm press of his lips. Jorges’ kiss was
exactly what she needed. Hard and hot, but undemanding. He allowed her to lead,
parting his lips when she licked the seam with the tip of her tongue, playing,
but not taking over.

By the time she pulled away, she was pleased to see him gasp
for breath and his eyes spark with desire.

This was it. The chance to live out her craziest fantasies.
She couldn’t have a better partner to play them out with than Jorges.

But where to start? There was so much to choose from. The
table? The bed? A flash of glitter caught her eye.

Oh… A gleaming bar, about three feet long, hung suspended
from the ceiling by gold chains. Attached to the bar were two soft leather
straps worn well with use.

A gorgeous naked guy completely at her mercy? Yes, please.

“God, you’re sexy when you’re thinking dirty thoughts.”

Jorges’ compliment boosted her confidence to near superhuman
levels and she had to bite her lip to keep from smiling like a fool. Mentally
she cracked her knuckles and prepared to feed her illicit fantasies, while
physically she composed her features and strove for a more mature expression.

“Take off your shirt. Please.”

A stupid grin threatened to gain control of her lips as
Jorges grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and slowly pulled it up his golden torso
and over his head. The scrollwork tattoo she had glimpsed along his neck flowed
down to skim the curve of his pectoral and lower still to dip in and out of the
valley of his abs before disappearing under the waistband of his jeans.

“Now the rest.”

He reached for the fly of his jeans as he toed off his
shoes. The soft wisp of denim over skin made goose bumps rise on her arms. Of
course he went commando. She started to laugh, but it quickly died as his cock
sprang free. Already hard and ready to fuck, the thick length stood proudly
from the juncture of his thighs, his entire groin was tight, bare and framed in
the beautiful tattoo.

The tips of her fingers tingled in anticipation of exploring
all that velvety smoothness. Never before had she been so close to a man with
such soft-looking skin. The novelty made her forget her desire to be
sophisticated and worldly, and before she could stop herself, she blurted, “Do
you wax?”

Oops. She slapped her hand over her mouth. That’s right.
Keep proving how big of a Gomer you really are.

Jorges laughed and took her hand from her mouth. “I used to,
but that gets time-consuming. And painful. So I went through laser treatments.
I like the way my skin feels, and when I get older, I won’t have weird gray
hair spoiling the effect of the tattoo.”

“I guess that would look pretty odd.” She turned her hand to
grasp his wrist and tugged him over to the bar. With eyes firmly focused ahead
of her, she refused to gawk at his erection. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen
one before, although his was by far the prettiest, if one could even describe
such a manly appendage as pretty. The last thing she needed was to openly drool
over him after uttering such a gauche statement. “Show me how this works.”

The heat in his eyes eased her nerves as he flipped a switch
on the wall and pulled down on a small lever, lowering the bar until it reached
the height of her chin. “Is this for me?”

“Yes sir. Grab on to the bar.”

“Absolutely.”

Her fingers trembled as she secured the straps and giddy
laughter tickled her lips. If she was going to be a badass, she was going to
have to stop these tendencies to giggle like a silly girl.

“Is that too tight?” she asked.

“Perfect.”

Yes, he was.

She raised the lever and watched while dancing on the balls
of her feet as the bar lifted, stretching out his body in a way that emphasized
the width of his shoulders and leanness of his waist.

This time she couldn’t help herself. She had to slap both
hands over her mouth and pinch her nostrils shut to stifle the sound of
unadulterated joy at having Jorges’ flawless skin within touching distance.
Where did she begin? Light touches with the tips of her fingers, or just go for
it and deliver a full body tackle from behind? So many possibilities, her mind
was fit to explode.

Snap out of it, girl. Snap out of it!

She sucked in a breath, then another. Once her heart rate
slowed, she took her time circling his vulnerable form, committing every line
and muscle to memory.

Jorges swayed on his feet as his pectorals flexed. “Jesus, I
swear I can feel your gaze on me.”

“Do you like that?”

“No. It makes me want to come. I don’t want this to be over
before we’ve begun.”

She stepped up behind him. “Is this better?” She dragged her
nails down his back and over his hips, leaving faint pink lines down his bronze
skin.

He bucked and hissed. “Yes. No.”

“Which is it?” She laughed and pressed a kiss to his spine.

“Both. You’re a wildcard, Miranda. I have no idea what
you’ll do next. The anticipation is killing me.”

That made two of them.

Sweat gathered along her brow and collected in her cleavage.
He was just as wonderful to touch as he was to look at. She stripped off her
blouse and dumped it on the floor, following quickly with her bra.

The allure of his firm backside was too much to resist. She
sank to her knees and filled her hands with his taut flesh and squeezed. The
plump curve looked so tasty, she leaned forward and gently sank her teeth into
his buttock. She alternated between bites and licks, running her tongue along
the crease where cheek met thigh and pressed her thumbs against the crevice
before running them against the base of his cock. His fitful moans were an
aphrodisiac to her senses.

Beneath the clean musk of his skin was the heady scent of
her dripping sex. Normally she would have been mortified to have soaked her
panties, but since this was the first time such an occurrence happened, she
decided to revel in the novelty of feeling so sexed-up.

Her knees wobbled as she got to her feet, but she took extra
care to brush the hard tips of her nipples over his butt and up his back.
Reaching between his thighs, she cupped the tight sac of his balls and pressed
up with her forearm while her other hand reached around and gripped his cock
firmly, stroking up and down his length.

Jorges shouted, coming up on his toes with every down
stroke. Her front slid along the sweat coating his skin and he trembled in her
embrace. Her hands slipped along the shaft as the tip of his cock leaked with
every pass of her hand over the knob.

To have that much power over a man so much taller than she
was amazing and made her more daring than she thought possible. Jasmina better
watch out, there may be a new Dominatrix in town.

She scraped her teeth along his shoulder blade. “Does this
make you want to come?”

“Like a fire hose,” he grunted.

“Then I guess I should stop.” She dropped her arms and
stepped away.

“You bitch,” he shouted and his head tipped back as his
breath whooshed in and out in harsh gasps.

Her laughter echoed in the room. Who knew she’d delight in
being cursed at. She circled around to his front and had to bite back a moan as
she saw the strain of pent-up release etched on his beautiful face and the red,
angry throb of his erection as his hips bucked, striving for friction.

With the tip of her finger she traced light circles across
his chest, skimming the edges of the scrolling tattoo as it wound around his
nipple, down his quivering stomach and stopping just short from where it
circled the base of his cock.

“Did this hurt?”

“Yep.”

“Why did you do it?”

“Because I’m a sick, kinky bastard.”

A smile flitted across her lips before she schooled her
expression. “The design is beautiful. What was your inspiration?”

“Do we really need to have this conversation now?”

She pulled her hand away and he whimpered, leaning as far as
the cuffs allowed, trying to recapture the contact. “Who’s in charge?”

“You’re evil.”

“Thank you. Is the origin of your tattoo a secret?” She
resumed the light caress, pressing deeper as the tenseness in his muscles
eased. She wanted to string him along as far as possible. Now that her
inspiration was flowing, she had more in store for her boy-toy.

“It—uh.” Jorges shook his head and blinked hard. “Years ago.
I was studying architecture in England. There’s this, uh, little town.
Salisbury. You know, Stonehenge—ah, that feels good.”

She dropped her hand. “Keep talking.”

“Okay, okay. I saw this house. Beautiful. Tudor. Vines up
the side. And there was this huge iron fence around it with this amazing scrollwork.
I liked it.”

“Must have been some fence for you to permanently etch it
onto your body.”

“Something about it worked its way inside my head. I
couldn’t stop thinking about it. Lonely and beautiful and majestic.”

Like you, she wanted to say.

How many people knew the real Jorges? From what she gathered
so far during the night was that Jorges was an observer. He watched and
experimented, but did he ever fully engage? Sure, at the moment he was
physically naked, but there was a veil of make-believe between them that
prevented a true connection. A fence that was just as real as the one that
surrounded his heart. God, how lonely he must be.

Nerves fluttered in her belly as her lust turned into
compassion. This was supposed to be a one-night stand and Jorges the source of
pleasure, not a person whom she’ll think about tomorrow, or the tomorrows after
that.

Would he remember her in the morning?

Did she want him to?

A weight settled in her chest and her breath caught at the
question. The answer too painful to contemplate, either for or against.

Well, one thing was for certain, if she was going to become
nothing more than a memory, she was going to make damn sure it was of her
blowing his sexy mind.

“Thank you for sharing.” She sank to her knees and ran her
palms down his sides and squeezed his hips. “It’s beautiful work. Does it taste
good?”

“Please find out.”

She leaned forward and touched her tongue to the tip of the
spire cupping his balls then traced a flat line up and over his pelvis, dipping
back low to swipe under the straining length to the top of the wet crown.
Against her chest his thighs trembled, and when she finally showed him mercy by
taking him fully into her mouth, his knees buckled.

With his hands bound, she had the luxury of setting her own
pace. Her previous lovers would grab her by the hair and thrust away the second
her lips touched their flesh. She didn’t know what her oral skills were, but
now was the perfect time to practice. From under her lashes, she watched his
expression as she experimented between licks and flutters. Her favorite was the
way his eyes crossed as she pressed the tip of her tongue into the salty slit,
followed by his muttered curses as she used her hands to stroke his solid
length as she rocked back and forth.

The first time he bumped the back of her throat, she pulled
away with a startled gasp, but little by little she swallowed more, making a
determined effort to breathe through her nose and not give in to panic. She was
in control and as long as the power was in her hands, she would not choke. Of
course, Jorges’ strangled cries were all the encouragement she needed to keep
up the torture.

Man, she wished she had a camera to capture the sensual,
pain-filled expression on his face. In the future, if ever she felt low, she
could look at it and remember how she once had this delicious man begging for
mercy.

When the salty taste of his pre-cum coated her tongue, she
pulled away and stood, pressing her thighs against his and the hard peaks of
her breasts into his sweaty, heaving chest.

“Fuck.” Jorges laughed and dropped a kiss to her cheek.
“I’ve unleashed a monster. Admit it. You played me. This shy-girl persona was
just a front to seduce me into letting you tie me up and drive me out of my
mind.”

“You’re very inspirational.” She ran her hands over his
shoulders and around his biceps, lapping at his neck. “You said I could do
whatever I wanted.”