His Every Touch [The Complete Series] (10 page)

“You wanted to humiliate and degrade me for
something I never did.” Her arms tightened around her waist as if she were
holding together pieces of herself.
“I fucked up, I know it,” Vance found himself
pleading. “I thought I wanted you to feel what I felt when I was in school, but
now...”
“Now?” She repeated, her voice sharp. “Now,
what? Now you just want to forgive and forget? Keep on fucking each other?
Letting you tie me up, spank me, do things that I'd never let anyone else do to
me just so you can get off?”
“No.” He felt his own eyes begin to burn. He
was losing her. He'd only just realized what she meant to him and he was going
to lose her because he was an ass. “Now, I finally let myself see what I've
been hiding. That I'm in love with you.”
Her mouth twisted. “That's rich, coming from
someone who's spent the last twenty years planning revenge on me.” Her voice
broke. “Do you have any idea what these past two weeks have been like for me?
How I've been trying to justify what I let you do to me? I believed all of your
shit about trust and mutual respect, and all you wanted was a fuck toy.” She
wiped an angry hand across her cheeks. “Get out.”
He froze. If she threw him out, he'd never
have a chance to tell her that it was the truth. That he loved her in a way
that he'd never loved anyone. That every time they'd been together, his plans
had vanished and he'd just wanted to bring her pleasure. If she truly thought
that their relationship had been so he could hurt her, there was only one way
to show her.
He dropped to his knees. “Punish me, Mistress,
but don't send me away.”
He clasped his hands behind his back and bowed
his head, his stomach in knots as he waited for her response. Would she
understand the significance of what he was doing? Not just the fact that he was
asking for punishment or that he'd put himself in the Sub position, but the
enormity of trust he was placing in her? They'd never discussed switching.
She'd never been a Dom, didn't know the right techniques to do things, didn't
understand the responsibility that came with it. She could actually hurt him,
but that was a risk he was willing to take. If it meant a second chance with
her, he'd take any punishment she could mete out.
“Vance.” Her voice was soft and her feet came
into view. Pretty feet with seashell pink nails. Then her hand was under his
chin, tipping his face up. “I don't want to punish you.”
His stomach sank and he wanted to look away
from her but her hand kept its grip on his face.
“You thought you loved me before,” she
continued. “What makes this different?”
He could smell the strawberry shampoo she'd
used that morning, could almost feel the heat radiating off of her body, and
his own body responded. He made himself concentrate. This was his one chance to
convince her. “I was in love with the idea of you before. I thought I knew who
you were but I actually didn't know anything about you. Now I know you. I know
that when you come, you get this catch in your breath, like everything just
stops in that moment. I know that when I brush my thumb over your nipple, it
makes you wet.”
“You know my body,” she countered as she
stepped back. “You still don't know me.”
“I know that when you talk about your family,
the corners of your mouth tighten and, for hours afterwards, you become this
complete control freak. I know that you have an irrational fear of goats, but
love snakes. That you take your coffee with just a hint of sugar and your
favorite ice cream is chocolate chip cookie dough.” He started to reach for her
and then stopped. “And I know that, when you think I'm not looking, you watch
me with this soft expression in your eyes that I'm hoping means you care about
me too.”
“Vance,” she started.
“Please, Court.” He spread his arms wide. “I'm
begging you. Give me another chance. I'll do whatever it takes to make things
right. You tell me what to do.”
He watched a multitude of emotions play across
Courtney's face and waited, every muscle in his body tense, his stomach
churning. When she took a step towards him, his heart leaped. Then she was
kneeling in front of him and he couldn't breath. Her hand cupped his cheek and
his breathing stuttered.
“I don't want to tell you what to do,” she
said softly. A small smile curved her lips. “That's your job, Sir.”
His blood rushed south and he leaned forward,
capturing her lips with his. He devoured her mouth, feeling like a man who'd
just found that everything he'd eaten had been bland and only now was he
discovering what it meant for something to have flavor. He buried his fingers
in her hair, turning her head to deepen the kiss. When her tongue dipped
between his lips, he moaned.
Courtney's hands found the edge of his shirt
and she tugged at it, breaking their kiss to pull it over his head. When he
reached for her again, she held up a finger. She pulled her own shirt off and
looked at him, eyes shining, “I have to say something first.”
He waited, drinking in the sight of her. Hair
mussed, skin flushed, light gray bra cradling her full breasts, long flowing
skirt concealing the wonders he knew lay beneath.
“I'm in love with you, too,” she said it
simply, so matter-of-fact that Vance almost thought he'd misheard. “I tried
telling myself that it was just the sex, but I realized that I don't want
anyone else.”
That was all Vance needed to hear. He crushed
her against him, his mouth trailing down her neck even as his hands roamed her
body. It was strange. He knew every curve yet felt like he was exploring it for
the first time. He pressed her back against the ground, his hands greedy as
they shoved her bra up over her breasts. His lips closed over her nipple and
Courtney cried out, her back arching. Her hands went to his waist, fumbling at
the zipper.
“Don't you want to go slow?” He gasped as her
hand closed around him.
She shook her head. “Later. Now, I just want
you inside me.”
“What the lady wants.” He grinned, pushing up
her skirt. “The lady gets.” His cock swelled even more at the sight of her bare
pussy, lips glistening with moisture.
“In that case.” She shoved him back, taking
him by surprise as she pushed him onto his back. Before he could react, she
straddled his waist, her skirt covering them both. Her pussy brushed against
the tip of his cock and he grabbed her hips. “My ass is still a bit sore from
yesterday, so I'll drive if you don't mind.”
“Thought you said you wanted me to call the
shots.” He winked at her. When she raised an eyebrow, his fingers flexed and he
gave an order he'd been wanting to give for a while. “Ride me.”
She reached beneath her skirt and positioned
his cock at her entrance. She moaned as she sank down onto him and he swore. No
matter how often they had sex, she was still so tight, her pussy clinging to
him as she began to move. Her eyes locked with his, every rise and fall of her
hips sending waves of pleasure through them both. She leaned forward, palms
flat on his stomach, nails biting into his flesh.
“I love the feel of you inside me.” Her voice
surprised him.
He usually had to remind her to speak, to tell
him what she was feeling, what she liked. It had been a way to both embarrass
her and learn about what turned her on. The fact that she was doing it without
prompting was almost as hot as what she was saying. Almost.
“I can feel you against every part of me,
rubbing against my walls, stretching me as you grow.” Her voice became
breathless as she worked above him. “I love it when you come inside me, filling
me. The way your cock pulses as you spurt deep inside.”
He nearly came in that instant. He released
her hips and reached for her breasts. It was time to let her know what it was
like to hear someone talk. He rolled her nipples between his fingers.
“The first time I buried myself in your pussy,
I felt like I'd just come home. We fit together so perfectly. The only place
tighter than your cunt is your ass. Like a vice gripping my cock, desperate to
drain every last drop out of me. When I'm inside you, nothing else matters.” He
pinched her nipples and and she keened, her entire body stiffening as she came.
Her muscles convulsed, tightening around him and he could hold back no longer.
He cried out her name, hips bucking up into her as he emptied himself.
She fell forward and he wrapped his arms
around them, his hips still jerking, her body quivering. He cradled the back of
her head, murmuring against her hair as he held her. “I love you. I never want
to let you go.”
“You might have to.” Her voice was muffled
against his chest. “Otherwise we'll never make it to the bed.”
Vance laughed, the sound startling him with
its total sincerity. He rarely laughed with people, never with a woman he was
fucking. Then again, Courtney wasn't just another fuck. She was something
different. “I guess that would be okay.” He pressed his lips against the top of
her head. “On our way you can make a phone call.”
“Who am I supposed to call?” she asked,
puzzled.
“Maggie. Might I suggest a hotel room for the
day?”
“Oh really?” She shifted so she could look at
him.
He brushed his fingertips across her
cheekbone. “Because I plan on spending the rest of the day making love to you.”
“When you put it that way.” She pressed an
open-mouthed kiss against his chest and he felt himself start to grow hard
again. “I guess I should ask her to spend the night away. But she’ll need to
come back tomorrow.”
He started to sit up. “Then let's not waste a
single minute.”

***

Courtney stepped into the house and smiled to
herself. She'd moved in six months ago and she still had a hard time believing
that she lived here. She hung up her jacket on the coat rack near the door and
then noticed the rose petals on the floor. Heat coiled low in her belly. After
a year together, Vance still made her weak in the knees.
It had been eight months since she'd started
her own company and, while things were going well, it had certainly taken its
toll on their sex life. Only over the past few months had they gotten back to
having sex more than once a week. This week, Vance had been promising something
special and it looked like he was about to deliver. Throughout the day, he'd
sent her texts, telling her everything that he wanted to do to her. By the time
she'd pulled in the driveway, she'd been soaked.
She slipped off her sandals and untied her
dress. The cool air caressed her skin, but her shiver was more from
anticipation than the chill. Her black lace bra matched her thigh-high
stockings. In the past year, she'd completely revamped her underwear wardrobe,
purchasing numerous kinds of lingerie. The only thing she'd barely had to buy,
however, was panties. She still followed the rules he had set forth after their
first night together.
She followed the trail, curious to see if it
would lead to their bedroom or the basement. Her pussy throbbed as the silken
petals stopped at the sliding door to the kitchen. On the other side, they
continued. At the foot of the stairs, she paused. Vance stood in the center of
the room, clad only in a pair of black boxer-briefs that left little to the
imagination, a rose in his hand. Not that she needed to imagine. She knew every
inch of his body, would know it with just a touch.
For a moment, their eyes locked and they
stood, holding each other's gazes. Then Vance smiled, a familiar and welcomed
heat warming his arctic eyes. She knew that smile. Neither one spoke as she
crossed to the bed, intentionally swaying her hips with each step. She climbed
onto the sheets, taking care to give him a good view of her bare pussy. He'd
shaved her last night, an experience she always enjoyed.
“On your back.” His voice was hoarse and, as
Courtney turned, she let her eyes flick down to his growing bulge.
She did as she was told and then spread her
legs. The end of the bed sank under Vance's weight as he knelt between her legs.
He looked down at her.
“Unhook your bra.”
She flipped the snap at the front of her bra,
freeing her heavy breasts. He leaned over her, taking one arm and pulling it
over her head. He tied first one wrist, than the other with practiced ease
before settling back on her heels.
Eyes blazing, he began to trail the deep red
rose over her body. The touch was like nothing she'd ever felt before. Soft
velvet that was feather-light as he ran the flower over her stomach and up to
her breasts. He circled each one, moving from the base up to her nipples. She
moaned, closing her eyes. Her back arched as the petals slipped back down over
her abdomen and then dipped between her legs. She squirmed, whimpered, as the
delicate touch ran over her lower lips. Without being told, she spread her legs
wider. She needed to feel more.
“Ah.” Courtney's hand quivered as the rose
brushed over her pussy, over her clit.
“That's it, baby.” Vance kept moving in a
slow, steady rhythm up over and around her clit. “Come for me. You can do it.
C’mon, baby.”
She felt it burst over her like fireworks,
small explosions over her skin, through her body, across her cells. She swore,
tugging at the scarves that bound her wrists. Then she felt the rose at her
mouth, the petals wet with her pleasure as they caressed her lips. Her tongue
darted out to clean them and was engulfed by the wet heat of Vance's mouth. His
body covered hers as he claimed her mouth. She writhed as his cotton clad cock
rubbed against her pussy, pushing her from the gentle pleasure of the rose to
the rougher orgasm that crashed over her body. He swallowed down her cries of
ecstasy, his mouth moving with hers.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, needing
to feel him inside her. She felt him grin against her lips as he trailed kisses
down her neck. His hand moved between them and he tugged down the front of his
underwear. She didn't need to see it as it pushed against her entrance to know
exactly what his cock looked like. Thick and long, perfectly shaped. Curved
just enough that it would put extra pressure on that spot inside her that made
her scream. Heavy and hot, the skin was softer than velvet, more like silk, the
muscles hard beneath it.
When he buried himself inside her, she wailed,
her eyes rolling back in her head. She'd been craving him all day, wanting
nothing more than to feel him inside her. The images his texts had created had
made her want to excuse herself to the bathroom more than once, but she'd done
as he'd asked and waited. Now, as he began to move, all of that pent-up tension
exploded. He thrust into her, pushing her from one orgasm into the next until
she didn't know when one ended and another began. Her muscles turned to jelly
and she could no longer move with him, couldn't even keep her legs around his waist.
She lay limp, letting her body ride out the almost too-much sensation coursing
across and through every inch of her being.
Vance's teeth scraped over her throat, tugged
at her earlobe, dropped to her breasts. His strokes never faltered, each one
coming harder and faster than the last until Courtney could stand no more and
screamed, her world turning first gray then white. Even as unconsciousness
claimed her, she felt him stiffen, her name falling from his lips as he came.