Jezebel (47 page)

Leo shook his head. “I
would tell you to shuck those torture machines but you look so damn
sexy in them. I read somewhere that women call them fuck-me boots.”

Before she went up in a puff
of smoke, Roxanne averted her gaze to the computer screen. “S-so
what’s the fun stuff?” she stuttered. His use of “fuck”
and “sexy” all in the same breath had her wetting her
panties.

“
We need to go through
what you’re interested in.”

Roxanne breathed a sigh of
relief. They were back on neutral ground. “That’s easy. I
like shopping in thrift stores, traveling, playing charades,
cocktails with intimate conversation and watching old black-and-white
movies.”

A smile curled Leo’s
lips, drawing Roxanne’s rapt attention. Can you add that I also
like your lips? “Those are hobbies, and I’ve already
entered them. We need to go through your sexual interests.”

“
My sexual interests?”
Confused, it was Roxanne’s turn to frown. “I like men.”

“
That’s good to
hear, but that’s not really what the site and its members want
to know. Sexual interests include spanking or hair pulling or—”

“
Hair pulling? Why
would anyone— Whoa!” she yelped. Leo had grabbed a hold
of her ponytail and tugged it back. Hard.

While she stared up at the
vaulted ceiling, Leo shifted closer, his body invading her personal
space. Her palms grew slick and her thighs parted of their own
accord. If he pushed her back on the couch and tried to take
advantage of her, she’d so let him.

“
Do you feel that
pleasurable pain?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Now imagine that pressure intensifying twofold as your lover
does it while taking you, surging inside you, riding you hard. Now—do
you see the draw?”

Roxanne squeezed her eyes
shut. “Yes,” she gulped. “You can put me down for
hair pulling.”

Leo tugged on her ponytail
twice before letting go. “Good girl.”

While Roxanne slowly
recovered and tried to figure out why she was so turned on by Leo’s
simple praise, he went down her personal sexual checklist.
Surprisingly, she said yes to all of them except for foot worship and
girl-on-girl. Roxanne was so not a fan of toe jam or potentially
sharing her clothes.

“
What about spanking?”

Roxanne felt her butt cheeks
flex. “What about them? I mean, what about spanking?”

Leo rested his elbows on his
thighs. “Are you interested in being spanked?”

“
Well, I never liked
it as a kid.”

“
Then that’s a
no.” Leo reached out to click the no box, but Roxanne grabbed
his elbow. He turned his head and looked down at her. “Yes?”

“
It’s not the
same, is it?”

Leo rolled his shoulder and
Roxanne resisted the urge to bite into him. She could so eat him up
right now. “Depends on your partner. Everyone has their
limits.”

Days later, Roxanne would
question why she said what she said next. “Do you think you can
help me find my limit?”

Leo cocked his head and
Roxanne almost lost her moxie. Needing to defend her reasoning, she
continued. “You know, a girl can’t say yay or nay without
at least some kind of prior experience.”

Roxanne knew she was sending
mixed signals. But…why not him? Leo was both a man and
seemingly well-versed in the lifestyle she so desperately wanted to
explore. Better to test her tenacity with a friend than wasting some
stranger’s time. Plus, she trusted Leo with her life. She could
certainly trust him with her behind.

“
Are you asking me to
spank you?”

“
Yes. I want you to
spank me.”

Roxanne’s brown eyes
widened, as if she were as surprised as Leo was. He thought he saw a
hint of pleading there as well. Her eagerness teased his dominant
side, but he wasn’t going to bite—not yet, anyway.
Remembering the three Ts, Leo smiled at her then turned back to the
computer.

Even when her hand tightened
on his elbow, he shook off the urge to flip her onto his lap and
remained motionless. She needed to know who was in charge.

“
Will you spank me,
Leo?” she asked so innocently his heart lurched with guilt.

If Roxanne knew her present
state of arousal had all been orchestrated with the help of an old
and unbelievably wise Sicilian boxing coach, she’d kill Leo,
but not before she gutted like a catfish. In truth, he didn’t
care. He wanted Roxanne so badly he’d sell his first born son
to Rumpelstiltskin.

He glanced at her. “I’m
waiting on you to say ‘please’.”

Her eyes widened again,
reminding him an anime character. Then, as if coming out of a trance,
she blinked. “Leo, will you spank me, please.”

Her assent moved Leo more
than he’d expected. His heart started to drum almost violently
and his balls tightened. Without a word, he reached out and wrapped
his arm around her waist. Her mouth parted with a soft sigh and a
shiver racked her body.

“
You know this is only
a spanking between friends and not the real thing, right?”

She licked her lips. “That’s
why I think a taste should be sufficient.”

Stifling a groan, Leo fanned
his legs outward to relieve the tightness in his ball sac. It didn’t
keep his cock from growing hard as a brick.

“
We should establish a
safe word. If it gets too rough and you want me to stop, say red. If
you want me to pull back some, say yellow. And if you want more, say
green.”

Leo almost laughed when her
mouth formed a perfect O. She really was vanilla. His lust somewhat
abated by her naïveté, Leo sat back against the couch’s
overstuffed cushions and drew her onto his lap, needing to gauge her
reaction to his touch.

Roxanne immediately
stiffened. Her hands rested in her lap and her legs jutted out
awkwardly, reminding him of a wooden puppet. Leo smiled to himself.
All he needed was a glass of water and they could tour Chicago’s
comedy circuit.

“
Relax, Roxie. You
need to trust that I’ll be gentle.”

To his amazement, she
expelled another sigh and did as he commanded. Her body went limp and
she leaned into him, the heavy weight of her right breast and the
warm press of her soft bottom rocking him.

If he was a lion, he
would’ve roared. Instead, he patted the open space next to him.
“Stretch out across my lap, head and chest here, and try to
relax.”

The new position shifted the
hem of her top, exposing a mouthwatering swath of glowing skin the
color of dark-brown sugar. Of course, he suspected she would taste
ten times sweeter. At this angle, her waist appeared even more
narrow, her hips and ass fuller. Fuck! She was so beautiful. Leo
tipped his eyes upward and prayed for strength. It would be so simple
to flip her skirt up and take a bite out of each butt cheek.

Testing her, Leo rested his
palm on her lower back. She stiffened under his hand but this time
Leo held his tongue. A good submissive only needed one correction.

Roxanne sucked in several
shallows breaths. On the last exhale, she relaxed slightly and
crossed her arms, resting her cheek against them. “Okay, I’m
ready,” she murmured.

Not quite as stiff as a
board, she was still pretty tense. Unable to hold back any longer,
Leo raised his hand and let off some steam.

Half expecting her to cuss
him out, Leo hesitated after the first slap. He’d hit her
harder than he’d planned. He couldn’t help it. His primal
instincts had roared to life and his lust had run away with his
self-control.

Before he got carried away,
Leo looked down at her. “Red, yellow or green.”

To Leo’s surprise, she
whispered, “Green.”

Given the green light, Leo
loosened the reins and let go. His lust demanded it. If he couldn’t
gain release through his cock, he would reach the same sexual
satisfaction from dominating her flesh.

Steadying her with a hand on
her back, Leo raised his hand again and let it rip.

“
Oh!” She
started, her torso rearing up. Leo guided her back down. She hadn’t
used the safe word. And until she did, he wouldn’t hold back.
He lifted his hand once more and let it fall, harder this time.

Leo’s breathing
quickened as she wiggled and moaned, her round flesh quivering under
his palm. “Green!” she squealed. “Green…green…green…”

Her response fueled his
desire and he gave her what she demanded, spanking her again and
again, each time harder and harder.

“
How does it feel?”
Leo asked. His voice sounded gruff and disembodied. He felt like a
man possessed. If he wasn’t careful, he’d blow soon. And
he didn’t want that. If he was going to come, he wanted to do
it with his cock buried in her mouth or pussy, not still nestled in
the safety of his jeans.

“
I definitely—
Ah!” she sucked in a breath when his hand landed across her
backside again. “I really like spanking.”

Leo growled. He’d
never been this sexually frustrated in his life. Not even in junior
high when Keisha Johnson-Miller used to flash him on the playground.
And the feel of Roxanne’s wiggling butt cheeks only intensified
his longing. Damn! He wanted to witness his handiwork. If she were
his lover, he could yank up her skirt, yank down her panties and
plunge his fingers into her core. Just imagining a blush tattooing
her brown skin had pre-cum leaking from his cock.

Leo squeezed his eyes shut.
His leg muscles tightened and breathing seemed impossible. She was
just too warm and luscious. And totally oblivious to the havoc she
was causing. She moved over him, rocking her hips over his crotch—

Leo’s hand stilled in
midair.

She was dry humping him.

He wanted her to come, but
not like this. “Roxanne, stop.”

“
Stop what?” she
panted, her hips gaining momentum.

“
If you don’t
stop dry humping me, we’re going to end up fucking. Our
friendship be damned.”

When her hips suddenly
stilled, he bit back a groan. He’d half hoped she would
disobey.

“
Sorry,” she
whispered, finally sitting up and sucking all the heat from Leo’s
groin. “I guess that wasn’t very friend-like of me.”
She laughed nervously and Leo couldn’t help the smile that came
to his lips.

“
No it wasn’t,
but of course you know I don’t mind.”

“
I’m
sure,” she murmured as her gaze darted away. “I, ah,
better see you out…long day at the boutique tomorrow.”

Leo’s balls shrank in
his boxer shorts but he understood. This was all too new to her.
Hell, it was a shock to his system as well. Just this afternoon, he’d
divulged a secret he’d been holding close to his heart for
almost ten years.

As they stood, he reached in
his back pocket for his wallet. Better that than tossing her over his
shoulder and carrying her upstairs to her bedroom. Taking his time,
he pulled it out then fished inside for a business card.

“
Can I borrow a pen?”

“
Sure.” Roxanne
looked around the room as if seeing it for the first time. Leo smiled
to himself. She looked like she had no clue which way was up or down.
After some disorientation, she handed him a pencil she’d
located in the sofa table behind the couch. Leo scribbled onto the
back of his card. “Your profile’s almost done. This is
your username and password. You should have no problem completing the
rest of the questions.”

Leo handed her the card and
noticed she took pains to avoid his touch. It didn’t bother
him. The damage was already done. She wore his handprint on her ass.

“
I might not be a fan
of your decision, but I’ll help you weed out all the weirdoes
and undesirables if you want.” While she stared down at the
vanilla-colored business card, Leo wondered what she was thinking. So
much so, he wanted to kiss it out of her.

She finally looked up,
meeting his gaze with a dreamy expression. “I’ve always
appreciated you being my moral compass,” she murmured. “So,
that would be nice.”

Nice? Far from it, Leo
mused.

He was going to use her
curiosity to drive her right into his bed.

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