His Submissive: Body Worship (2 page)

Though there’s no one within about six feet of us, his voice drops low and quiet. “I don’t mind that you watch.” My eyes and my mouth come open as I realize Kai really does know I’ve been studying him. The churning in my stomach isn’t vertigo. “And I don’t mind that you
want
.”

Say something, I plead with myself as Kai and I stare at one another. Say something, Julia! My whole body is feverishly hot, and I can feel the beginning of an ache in my hardening nipples and a quiver deep inside my wet pussy. Is it my imagination, or is he leaning toward me? When the moment breaks, and he leans away, I realize too late that he had indeed been drawing nearer. Damn it, Julia.

Kai, still smiling, shakes water off his fingertips. “Too much chlorine,” he says casually. “I need to rinse off.” He starts around me, picking up a pile of neatly folded clothes off a patio chair before turning toward the apartment. My heart and spirits sink. From just beside me, he glances down sidelong at my crestfallen expression. “Coming?”

Coming for what? It doesn’t matter. I hurriedly fall in step behind Kai and follow him through the plush penthouse living room to the hallway. The shifting of his muscular back, the roll and flex of the tattoos on his tanned skin as he moves, mesmerizes me. I almost take my knee out on an end table on the way out of the living room. Small mercy I had to duck around cross traffic.

Donna’s apartment is huge, with three guest bedrooms last I counted. Kai leads me to the last of these, far from the laughter and soft Caribbean music of the party. He pauses just inside the bedroom, the vaulted interior decorated in deep shades of green and gold so different from the washed out creams and grays and blues of my apartment, my life. Gripped by my overactive imagination again, I focus on the luxurious linens and overstuffed pillows piled onto the bed, wondering what Kai would look like naked amid all that Egyptian cotton.

The click behind me breaks my train of thought, and I spin about to see Kai’s hand resting on the knob of the door he just locked. This is the moment when any sane woman would wonder if she was about to be attacked. When she would panic, scream, throw something, flee into the ensuite bathroom. This is the moment when I wrestle with the fear that I’m
not
about to be thrown onto the bed for the longest, hardest, roughest fucking of my life.

Kai doesn’t give me a serial killer sneer or issue a threatening quip about no one being able to hear me scream. After holding that patient smile another few seconds, he saunters unhurriedly into the bathroom, piling his clothes on the counter, leaving the door open behind him. My heart stops beating, I think. It’s so quiet that I can clearly hear the dull click as he flips on the light switch. Leaning back on the bathroom vanity, crossing his corded arms across his wide chest, he watches me through the doorway. Just watches.

It’s probably thirty seconds before I can get myself to move, to wander toward the open bathroom door, to catch myself with my hands on either side of the doorway. Kai, gaze trained always on me, uncrosses his arms. I take the body language as an invitation and step into the small tiled room, where I lean back against the wall opposite the blond sex god.

He’s still wearing that sweet, reassuring smile, but his gaze slides with slow deliberation down to my cleavage, then to the generous amount of thigh I’m flashing below the hem of my dress. His focus snaps back up to my heated face. “Do you want to do something more than watch?” he asks. At last.

My hands want to pinch and stroke my clit, knead my tits, squeeze and pry apart the round cheeks of my ass. It’s all I can do not to touch myself. I press my palms flat against the wall and nod so slightly in response.

“Good,” Kai breathes as his weight comes up off the counter and he looms over me. Those full lips brush mine almost experimentally, and I feel embarrassment at how quickly, eagerly I open my mouth for his tongue. With his large hand cupping my face, his thumb rubs hard over my lips, smearing away the red lipstick and pulling at my chin to make me open wide. Then he gives me what I want, penetrating my mouth with his tongue, slow and warm at first, then deeper and harder. My hands will not be restrained. I delight at the firmness of his flesh as my fingers slide up his chest and neck and into his damp hair. I lace my hands so gently through the cool, soft strands.

When Kai purrs from the back of his throat, I could just cry. He likes it, I realize, the way I’ve opening my lips for him, the way my fingers are massaging his scalp and his temples. His response is not what I expect. Kai’s hands close into fists at the base of my skull, pulling my long hair roughly, forcing my head back for an even deeper kiss. I whimper against his lips, mewing at the dull pain low on my scalp, but more so at the intense need to wrap my legs around his hips and feel his hard cock against the quavering lips of my pussy.

I’m reluctant to give up his mouth when Kai lifts his face to stare down at me. “Stop?” he asks.

“No.”

My voice is hoarse, but at least I found it. I’ve been waiting for this… No, not waiting. I’ve never believed this moment would actually come. I’ve been fantasizing, obsessing, about this kind of immediate attraction, this heated, rushed act of passion. No matter who I pictured in my dark fantasies, my lover was always looming over me, so much bigger and stronger, always pulling my hair and forcing me to my knees, determined to take me in every way possible. And it was so frequently Kai.

His hold on my hair tightens. “More?”

“Yes,” I sigh, and he rewards me by pulling harder, making me arch my back, driving my hips forward against his and the massive ridge of the erection between his legs. I whimper at the size of it, the hard impression straining out even through the plush towel. The few boyfriends I’ve been with were nothing like Kai, not smooth and charming and intense, not nearly so handsome, not half so…well endowed.

When he bends his face toward mine again—god, I can feel the warmth coming off his skin, or maybe off mine—I stretch up for his lips, as much as his hold on my hair will allow. Once, twice, three times he brings his mouth within a breath of my searching lips, only to teasingly withdraw without kissing me. The tiny mew of frustration nested in the back of my throat puts another broad grin on his sculpted face.

“Why do you keep your distance from everyone?” Kai asks, his face so near that my eyes nearly cross trying to focus on his. “Because you’re shy? Or because you want to goad someone into coming and taking you?”

My hands have settled on the nape of Kai’s neck, grasping tight, holding him to me with desperation. “Yes,” I whisper, adding after a moment, “both.”

“Consider yourself taken then.” Kai abruptly releases me and steps back, easily breaking my grasp. He leans again on the counter, one hand resting on the edge of the dark granite, the other on the swollen bulge in his towel. “Take off the dress. I want you naked.”

When I hesitate, my trembling hands poised over the bowed belt of the dress, Kai catches one of the loose ends of the bow and tugs ever so slightly.

“Don’t be nervous,” he says, another of those counterintuitive platitudes. “I’ve always liked the shy girls best. Underneath the control, I know what you are and what you want. If you make me tell you again, I’ll rip the dress off you. I know you’d enjoy that, but then you’d have nothing to wear home with me tonight. And I want you to do it yourself. Show me that beautiful body you’re hiding and the hungry little slut who wants to be taken.”

I’ve never come so close to climaxing just from listening to a man speak. As surely as if his own hands were directing me, I reach for the belt end Kai is tugging. I jerk it hard, before I can get tangled up in too much thinking again. My other hand slips inside the dress to work the button holding the wrap closed, my fingers finding and conquering it with amazing skill considering my nerves. The silk falls open, baring my lacy black underwear and my flushed skin. Kai’s gaze slides down my pale body again as the dress slips off my shoulders to puddle at my feet.

I reach behind me for the clasp on my bra, but Kai doesn’t wait. He pulls one strap off my shoulder, one breast out of the molded lace cup. I moan and suck my bottom lip while he palms my tit roughly.

“Beautiful,” he breathes. “Round breasts, narrow little waist, full hips. You don’t hide your beauty as well as you think you do. I’ve been waiting for this. I’m going to enjoy you very much, Julia.”

Impatient for just that, I hurriedly shirk off my underwear, willing myself not to crumbling with embarrassment over how soaked my panties are as I peel them from my pussy and work them down my legs.

Kai’s hand leaves my breast, and the back of his curled fingers caress the plane of my stomach. He is kneading his erect cock obviously now, his own arousal starting to show in the faster rise and fall of his breath, the tension in his abs.

“Show me how much you want me,” he rasps, and I fall on him like a starving woman, rubbing my tits against his chest and stomach as I cover his pecs and abs with ravenous, lapping kisses. He tastes of pool water and a hint of salty, musky skin, so firm and plump and engorged beneath my lips and tongue. “God, yes, Julia,” he sighs, husky and pleased. “Give in to your desires. Worship the body that’s going to use you tonight. Worship the man who’s going to own you.”

Worship. There is no other word so suited to the agonizing desire I feel for Kai. Without thinking, I wrap my arms tight around his waist and fasten my lips over one of his dark, rosy nipples. I suck on the rigid nub, circling my tongue around and around it, while he gathers my hair out of the way to watch me and groan approvingly. He pushes me away just enough to reach between us, and his fingers find their way to my tender nipples. The more I suckle him, the harder he pinches and twists, until my mouth comes loose from his skin to issue a high whine. Instantly, Kai’s grip on my nipples slackens, and aching warm floods over the sensitive points to take the place of the sharp pain.

My mouth seeks out his other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention. Again, the more I adore his body, the rougher he is with mine, until I press my slick, trembling thighs together and throw my head back to cry out in shameless bliss.

“You like the contrast, don’t you? The rough handling in reward for your adoration? The way the pain plays against the heat and the pleasure?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Yes, sir,” he corrects me.

I can practically feel my eyes shoot wide, my pupils dilate, my nipples and clit tighten with a sudden rush of blood. I realize Kai isn’t just going to fuck me, isn’t just going to take me. He’s going to dominate me. The idea leaves me feverish with panic and anticipation. Though domination has featured heavily in my fantasies, I’ve never experienced it firsthand. Faced with the possibility, I feel my lungs seize and the nape of my neck tighten with a violent shiver of excitement.

“Yes, sir.”

Kai nods toward the shower. “Turn on the water. Get it hot for us.”

Though reluctant to move away from him, I obey. When I am leaning into the shower, one hand grasping the upper portion of the frame for the sliding door, Kai steps up behind me and palms and squeezes my smooth, round ass. I shift to spread my legs without thinking, my instincts taking over. While he kisses and bites my neck and shoulder, his fingers find my quivering anus and work it in rough circles. Oh, god, is he going to—? Two fingers drive deep up my asshole, and I grip the frame with both hands, almost hanging, angling my hips back and rising up on tiptoes to give him better access.

His fingers stretch my hole slowly but thoroughly, ruthlessly. Without lubrication, the friction against my anus is harsh, an incredible counterpoint to the slick, throbbing heat of my pussy as it tries to clamp down on a cock that isn’t there. I’m embarrassed at the thought that the few times I’ve been penetrated anally it’s been by my vibrator, at my own hand. Nothing prepared me for how different it would feel with someone else in control, how dirty and dark and thrilling it would seem, how much I would want to bend forward and beg to have my ass pumped deep and hard and demandingly by his thick cock.

Kai’s lips find my ear, sending a warm shiver down my spine as he breathes against the curve of my earlobe. “Will you offer yourself to me any way I want, Julia? Every position? Every entrance? Any possible way I want to take you?”

I shudder, almost losing my grip on the shower frame. Kai’s words could have come straight out of one of my best fantasies. I have to swallow hard before I can respond, “Yes, sir.”

He purrs deep against my ear. His fingers are sunk all the way up my ass, and he begins to pulse them, to jab them lightly just that extra fraction of an inch. “Then I won’t ask again. I will take what we both want me to have.”

With his other hand, he reaches around to cup the creamy-wet lips of my pussy. I hold my breath as I feel those long fingers curling possessively against my sex, then gasp as his thick middle finger delves into my slit and finds that fleshy little button throbbing with need.

Kai’s blunt fingertip thrums my clit in time with the fingers probing and stretching my tight anus. “Mm, yes, work those hips.” Only now do I realize I am writhing in his hands, straining to keep my balance while spreading my legs wide. A second finger joins the first working my trembling nub, the circular strokes growing rougher and faster.

“Please, sir,” I beg, gasping between words. “Don’t make me come yet.”

His perfect white teeth nip my earlobe, sending a sudden wave of tingling down the opposite side of my body. “Why not, Julia? A woman is never more gorgeous than when she comes. I want to see it take you.”

I shake my head. “Please, no. Not yet. I need… I need it to last.”

Kai purrs into my ear, a sound laced with sudden understanding. “I can make you come again, Julia. I can make you come many, many times tonight. But I know what you’re afraid of…”

His fingers slowly withdraw from my twitching slit, then even more carefully from my stinging anus. I sigh in relief, or rather at the lack of it. The towel Kai has wrapped around his hips brushes the back of my thighs as it hits the floor, just before his weight presses against me from behind, urging me into the shower.