“Mmm-hmm.” Zandra smiled, thoroughly enjoying his reaction. “You like?”
“Oh, I like very much,” he drawled huskily, sauntering over to her. The naked heat in his gaze made her nipples tighten as her clit pulsed and throbbed.
As he reached out to touch her, she stepped back and held up a hand. “No.”
He frowned. “What?”
“This will be the next phase of our role-playing,” she told him. “But before I explain our new identities, I feel obligated to tell you that this chamber has a one-way mirror, which represents Millie’s voyeuristic tendencies. She liked to be watched during her liaisons. Anyway, even though this floor is closed for the night, there’s always the possibility of someone sneaking up here to...indulge their voyeurism.” Her voice turned silky. “Do you have a problem with being watched, Remington?”
He paused, glancing across the room to the wall she’d indicated. “One-way mirror, huh?”
“Yes.”
After another moment, his gaze returned to hers and narrowed. “Do
you
have a problem with being watched?”
“No.” She gave him a sultry smile. “I’m going to be Millie. She got off on being watched. But if you don’t, we can end the game right here.”
Remy looked her over, taking in her eye-popping cleavage and deeply slitted skirt. He shook his head slowly. “If you don’t have a problem with it, neither do I.”
Zandra smiled with satisfaction. “Good boy.”
Humor lit his eyes. “So if you’re the courtesan queen,” he drawled, “who am I?”
Her smile widened. “You’re a brave, dashing captain in the British Army.”
“Army?” Remy made a face. “How about the Royal Navy?”
She sputtered indignantly. “Look at you. Defying orders already.”
He chuckled. “Sorry. But you know I’m a navy man.”
“Hey, I didn’t even have to put you in the military. Besides, this is supposed to be
my
fantasy. You can’t just— Oh, never mind,” Zandra relented in exasperation. “You can be in the bloody Royal Navy.”
“Thank you,” he said with exaggerated courtesy.
“It doesn’t matter anyway.” Zandra licked her lips seductively. “The only thing you are tonight is my slave.”
His dark eyes gleamed. “Is that so?”
“Umm-hmm,” she purred, stroking his chest. “You said you can be submissive. So let’s put you to the test.”
“Bring it on.”
“All right.” She pointed. “Take off your clothes.”
He grinned wickedly. “With pleasure.”
She watched as he made quick work of stripping—tugging off his shirt, toeing off his boots and socks, then unzipping his jeans and shoving them down his long, powerful legs.
Holding her gaze, he slowly pushed his dark briefs down over his hips. When his huge cock bounced free—long, thick and gloriously hard—Zandra’s mouth watered, and her belly quivered.
His eyes glinted at her. “What now, my queen?”
She swallowed with difficulty. “Lay down on the bed.”
As he moved to do her bidding, she knelt and reached under the bed. She pulled out a small red bag containing some of the toys they’d bought at the adult store. Removing a pair of leather handcuffs, she stood and provocatively crawled onto the bed as Remy stared at her through hooded eyes.
“You know what Millie’s favorite thing about this bed was?” she purred.
He shook his head.
“Being able to tie up her lovers.” Zandra straddled Remy’s lap, feeling his cock twitch and throb against her mound through her sheer skirt. Ignoring her own body’s reaction to the delicious contact, she fastened the leather cuffs onto his wrists. His lips curved in lazy amusement as he watched her link the chain through the heavy iron bedposts.
As powerful as he was, she knew he could escape at any time without even exerting himself. So she figured she’d better give him some incentive not to.
“Don’t try to pull yourself free,” she warned, “or you’ll damage the bed. It’s an antique, worth a fortune. I don’t want anything to happen to it. Do you understand?”
His eyes danced with mischief. “Yes, ma’am.”
She arched a brow.
“Yes, my queen,” he dutifully amended.
“That’s better.” She slid off his lap and ran an appreciative eye over him, enjoying the sight of him bound to the headboard. Brutally male and hers for the taking. “Mmm. I ought to tie you up more often.”
He leered. “Or maybe I could tie
you
up next time?”
Zandra shot him a stern look. “Are you being impertinent?”
“No, Your Highness.”
“Better not be.”
Sliding off the bed, she retrieved the goody bag from the floor and set it down on the bedside table. She removed a flesh-toned dildo and stroked it, glad that she’d bypassed the brightly colored dildos at the store and selected one that looked realistic enough to suit her purposes.
She turned and slithered back onto the bed, then lay back on her elbows with her booted feet planted on the mattress. As Remy watched, she lifted the sheer skirt out of the way and slowly spread her legs, baring the smooth-shaven mound of her pussy to his dark, smoldering gaze.
He shuddered and groaned, his cock jumping against his chiseled stomach.
Enjoying his reaction, she ran the dildo up and down her labia. Her nerve endings sizzled with arousal, and moisture leaked from her sex. She circled her opening with the curved tip of the toy, then slowly slid it inside.
Her soft gasp joined Remy’s agonized groan.
She stared at his strained face, the muscles pulled taut over his clenched jaw as he watched her push the dildo deeper inside her wet cunt.
With his wrists bound to the headboard, he couldn’t reach down to stroke his raging erection to relieve some of the pressure. He could only watch and burn with frustration as Zandra began fucking herself with the rubber cock, moaning with pleasure.
“Damn you,” he growled at her, his chest heaving as his breathing accelerated. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“Not at all. You’d be no good to me dead.” She sat up, ripped away the skirt, spread her knees on the bed and began riding the dildo in earnest.
She thought Remy would go crazy.
“Zandra,” he groaned, his hips surging off the bed. “Fuck.
Fuck.
”
“Don’t call me that,” she panted sharply. “I’m your queen, remember?”
“Yes...Your Highness.”
“What’s wrong?” she taunted wickedly. “Don’t like watching me ride another cock? Hmm? It’s nowhere
near
as big as yours, but—” she paused to moan as she shoved the dildo even deeper “—it feels
so
good.”
Remy swore harshly, his eyes slamming shut.
“Open your eyes, slave,” she commanded. “Watch what I’m doing.”
When he did, the raw hunger in his gaze nearly undid her.
She rode the dildo faster, her breasts bouncing above the tight corset as her breathing escalated to match Remy’s.
She couldn’t take her eyes off his dick. It was impossibly hard, shooting straight into the air as if it were made of steel and not flesh and blood. A thick vein pulsed and throbbed as pearly precum erupted from the narrow slit and streamed down the sides like a bubbling volcano.
Her mouth watered, and her sex ached to be filled with him. It was all she could do not to yank out the dildo and impale herself on that monster erection of his.
She rocked her hips up and down, her pussy sucking hard on the fake phallus as fluid ran down her slit and between her buttocks.
She was on the verge of coming when Remy tugged at the leather restraints, his thick biceps bulging.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she scolded breathlessly. “What did I tell you about trying to get free? You’re my prisoner. I’ll release you when I’m ready to release you.”
His eyes flashed with savage displeasure, but he stopped moving.
“Good slave.” She gave him a sultry smile. “Do you want this pussy?”
His nostrils flared. “You know I do.”
“How bad do you want it?”
“Bad,” he growled. “
So
fucking bad.”
She smiled with satisfaction. “And you shall have it. Any way you want it.”
Anticipation filled his eyes as she slowly eased the dildo out of her body. It was slick and coated with her creamy juices.
Holding Remy’s gaze, she slid the rubber cock into her mouth and closed her eyes on a sultry moan of pleasure.
He made a strangled sound—half tortured groan, half violent expletive.
She laughed, deliberately licking the toy clean before reaching over to set it down on the table.
She turned back to Remy and pointed. “Slide down on the bed.”
He obeyed at once, moving down so that his muscular arms were stretched over his head and he was propped slightly on the pillows.
As he watched, she climbed over him and straddled his face backward. “Eat my pussy.”
The throaty command had barely been issued before he pressed his hot mouth to her drenched cunt. Her back arched, and she had to bite down hard on her lip to stop herself from crying out with ecstasy.
Her thighs shook as he nibbled at her clit, rubbing it with his lips and tongue. She shuddered deeply, reaching down to squeeze her swollen breasts through the corset as he licked and stroked the plump folds of her slit, his hot breath gusting over her slick flesh.
She tilted her ass and hips back against his face, pushing at his hungry mouth as he ate her pussy with slow, deep licks that went from her clit to her asshole. With every stroke of his tongue, her body reeled with pleasure and raw sensation. Though she tried not to moan, it felt so damn good she couldn’t help herself, couldn’t stop the tears that swam into her eyes. The man’s oral prowess was a lethal weapon.
Seconds later she was climaxing, spasm after spasm slamming through her body and leaving her gasping. She felt the hot rush of her cum flowing out of her, shivered uncontrollably as Remy lapped it up with his tongue.
She closed her eyes and dropped her head, fighting to regain her composure before she could resume the game.
Gradually she collected herself and opened her heavy-lidded eyes.
“Very good, slave,” she managed to say calmly. “I’ll have to keep you around.”
“Thank you, my queen.” Remy’s voice was so husky she heard the barely leashed control. And she knew why.
His engorged dick, glazed with precum, demanded her immediate attention.
She lowered her head, her mouth hovering tantalizingly over the rearing cock.
“Do you want me to suck you?” she purred wickedly.
A hard tremor ran through his body. “Fuck, yeah.”
Her lips twitched. “Fuck, yeah, what?”
“Fuck, yeah, Your Highness.”
She smiled. “It would be my pleasure.”
She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, felt him jerk at her touch. He was so hard and engorged with blood she could feel every vein bulging out along the hot skin.
As she slowly pumped her hand up and down, he grew even thicker and harder, and precum dripped faster from the narrow slit to make her hand slick.
She leaned down and licked the glistening tip of his cock.
He groaned hoarsely, his head falling back against the pillows.
She ran her tongue down to the base and back up around the head. He shivered, his muscular thighs clenching. She closed her lips tight around the bulbous tip, then sucked her way down to his hairy groin, deep-throating him.
Remy shuddered and swore, loud and long.
Tossing her hair over one shoulder, Zandra began moving her head up and down as she sucked him. She used her tongue to trace the protruding veins, used her lips as a suction around his throbbing cockhead. She didn’t neglect his engorged balls. She cupped and massaged them as her mouth milked his shaft, coating him with her saliva.
His feet twitched and his toes curled as he thrust his hips upward, driving his cock deeper inside her. His guttural sounds of pleasure excited and aroused her, made wetness leak from between her thighs.
“My queen...” he groaned in a voice so ragged with lust it sent chills through her. “Ah,
fuck...
”
As his breathing grew harsh and labored, Zandra knew he was going to explode at any moment. So she wasn’t prepared when he suddenly lifted his head from the pillow and licked her soaking pussy.
She shattered at the same time that he violently ejaculated, shooting hot cream into her mouth and down the back of her throat.
She swallowed without choking, then slumped forward onto his muscular legs as he lay there gasping and shuddering. Neither could speak for several long moments.
When Zandra finally got her larynx to work again, she looked over her shoulder and demanded imperiously, “Who gave you permission to put your mouth on me again, slave?”
Remy chuckled, low and sexy. “It’s called sixty-nine, Your Highness. Perhaps you have another term for it, but when two people are in this position, the general idea is to provide mutual oral pleasure.”
Zandra smothered a laugh. “Don’t get smart.”
“My bad, Your Highness.”
“Yes, you are. You’re
very
bad. But I’ve decided to show you some mercy.” She climbed off him, turned around and unlocked the leather handcuffs, leaving them dangling from the headboard.
Suddenly freed from his restraints, Remy sat up and lunged toward her.
She put her hand to the wall of his chest, halting his advance. “Not so fast, slave. I’m still in command.”
His eyes glittered.
She shivered at the realization that she might as well have said “Stay” to a dangerous, bloodthirsty wolf.
She waited weakly for Remy to pounce.
But he surprised her.
“All right,” he smoothly acquiesced.
She smiled approvingly. “Good boy.”
“Can I kiss you?”
Her stomach quivered.
She bit her lip, then nodded her consent.
He leaned forward, slanting his mouth over hers. The kiss was slow and tender, such an achingly sweet counterpoint to the eroticism of their role-playing that tears stung her eyes. If she hadn’t already accepted that she loved him, she would have known in that moment.
Her lips clung to his as he slowly drew back.
They stared at each other.
Then he smiled that slow, sexy smile that always melted her insides.