Promises Keep (The Promise Series) (32 page)

“I want it,” he answered, watching her expression carefully. “I want to bare that incredible ass of yours. I want to look at it, touch it, and then I’m going to take it.”

He ran his tongue around the rim of her ear, absorbing her shudder into his body. “And you’re going to give it to me. Now.” As if his order were a magic release, she relaxed against him. To test the waters, he asked, “Aren’t you?”

His tone made the question purely rhetorical

Her response was an immediate, guttural “Yes.”

“Good.” He pushed her forward. “Now, stand up.”

She did. Slowly, reluctantly. He wondered if it was because she dreaded what was coming or if she didn’t want to lose contact with his cock.

“Untie your drawers.”

Her hands inched under her skirt, bunching the material up to her knees. He imagined them skimming her hips, brushing her flat belly as she untied the drawstring.

“That’s enough.”

She froze.

“Now, step back.” He didn’t imagine the shiver that took her as he gave his order.

Her knees hitting his told her when to stop.

He slid his hands up her thighs.

“Bend over and put your hands on the seat of that chair.”

With his hands on her thighs, he could both feel and see her shiver. No doubt about it. Mara liked a man ordering her about in bed.

She moved the chair in front of her and bent over. He lifted her skirt over her back, exposing the pleasingly full globes of her ass. This close, there was no missing the sweet perfume of her arousal. It blended with the scent of her skin, making him grit his teeth against the urge to fuck her senseless right now. No preliminaries. Just his cock plowing deep until she couldn’t conceive of anyone else taking her. Anywhere.

Her drawers were damp with her cream. He pressed them into the crease of her buttocks, sliding his finger down so they clung to her labia. He smoothed and tucked until the thin cotton delineated every crease and fold of her pussy. “Very pretty.”

His drawl wasn’t as even as he wanted, but then again, he wasn’t as calm as he wanted. He’d never had a woman quiver in sexual anticipation when he gave an order. It played hell with his control. That she was innocent of all he could do, of the power her trust gave him, was just additional incentive.

He reached up and hooked his fingers in the loose waistband of her drawers. They slid easily down her waist, caught on her hips, and then glided unimpeded to the floor.

“Step out of them.”

She tried, but the moccasins he’d given her caught on the legs.

“Hold still.”

He slid his knife free of its sheath and cut her free. Beyond a start when the cool metal grazed her calf, she held still, only the erratic rhythm of her breathing indicating she was aware of what he was doing.

With his foot, he nudged her feet slightly apart so her pussy lined up in front of his face. As he watched, another pulse of cream leaked free, gathering in the soft hairs protecting her secrets. He remembered how delicate her shaved pussy had been at Cecile’s. How the pale skin had been the softest of caresses against his cock. Between the red brown hairs, he could make out the glistening pink of her inner lips. He slid his finger through the thick juices there and burrowed until he found the protected nubbin of her clit. He stroked it gently, smiling when her breathing stopped altogether and she froze, her entire being focused on that spot where his finger touched.

Beneath the pad of his index finger, the little knot of nerves swelled. Her hips began to move against him, dislodging his finger. He smacked her ass in reprimand. She jerked and her pussy immediately pulsed more juices. God! She was going to burn him up.

“Hold still,” he ordered, re-centering his finger.

The muscles in her slender thighs clenched as she did her best to resist moving in time to his finger. When she was shaking and whimpering, but still holding still, he withdrew his finger. Her gasp was pure dismay.

“Steady.”

He wasn’t done with her by a long shot. He unbuttoned his pants, groaning in relief when his cock sprang into the air. His groan brought her attention around. Her eyes widened when she saw his fully erect cock. He might have thought her nervous, but her pussy spasmed as she turned away and more cream coated her thighs.

He slid out of the chair, to his knees, leaning forward to lap at the inner curve of her leg, taking her taste into his mouth, savoring it as it spread across his tongue. Using long, leisurely laps, he worked his way up to the soft pad of flesh below the crease of her thigh. He swirled his tongue over the nectar there, gathering it into his mouth before he caught her flesh and sucked hard. She jerked and her knees buckled as he marked her. He caught her ass on his palms and pushed her back up.

“Stay put,” he ordered, releasing her thigh.

Her “sorry” was a shaky expulsion of sound. He smacked her ass again as a reward for her efforts. She jerked. He smacked her other cheek and she quickly brought her ass back to position. The thigh he’d just cleaned, shone wetly with new juices. He touched the mark he’d put on her, feeling a deep satisfaction at the visible evidence that she was his, before he curved his fingers into her slit and spread her natural lubrication back to her ass. He deliberately spread her reddened buttocks, watching her pink rosebud twitch as he lubricated the opening with her juices. He did it again and again until her anus gleamed as deliciously as her pussy. He couldn’t resist a taste. As soon as his tongue touched the puckered opening, she squealed and pulled away.

He grabbed her hips and dragged her back. “You don’t ever pull away when I touch you. No matter how I touch you, you accept my touch. Do you understand?”

He waited until she got herself back together. He didn’t move or speak. If she didn’t want this, she was going to have to make her decision now. He’d never been a gentle lover and with her, his feelings were purely primitive. He wanted to mark her with his mouth and his seed. To take her every way there was to keep her permanently filled with his come so no other male would come near her. He needed her complete acceptance and submission, and he was not going to be able to settle for anything less.

She settled her weight back onto her feet. With a delicate adjustment, she angled her ass back, her spine slightly arched in a purely feminine offering. He leaned forward. This time, when he put his mouth to her flesh, she held her position. As he lapped at the tender portal, she moaned and tension in her muscles increased. Her muscles twitched with the need to move. He slid a finger down to her clit and stroked while burrowing his tongue into the tight ring of her anus. It loosened infinitesimally.

He sat back up on the chair. He reached behind him and scooped a handful of salve. He put two lubricated fingers against the opening his tongue had loosened.

“Push back.”

Again that pause and then the shudder of compliance. With soft pulses, she pushed against his fingers. He rubbed her clit harder and on the next pulse, thrust forward. She took his fingers to the first knuckle, the soft inner tissue dragging against the digits as he spread them. His left hand opened to cup her mound and keep her in place.

“Oh God!” she moaned. Her hips bucked along his palm, her juices spilling over his wrist. He worked his fingers deeper into her ass until she took them all the way in.

“That’s how you’re going to take my cock someday,” he whispered. “Hard and deep with no games.”

He pulled back, tested the tension in her muscles before pressing a third finger against the tight ring. He curled the index finger of his other hand until it scraped her distended clitoris.

“C’mon, Angel. Take my fingers. Show me how much you want my cock fucking that tight ass.”

Her taut muscles bunched, her pussy quivered and her ass winked before she took a breath and pushed back hard against his hand, taking all three fingers into her greased channel. She came immediately, her scream ripping through the room, her inner muscles clamping down on his fingers, her pussy drenching his hand. He held her up with his left hand while driving his fingers into her spasming channel. When her climax mellowed to sporadic twitches, he removed his fingers from her ass, dipped them in the salve and spread the lubricant over his hard cock. He was so aroused, the touch of his own hand had come leaking from the tip.

He placed his hands on her hips. She flinched at his touch but didn’t tense. Her well greased little hole was red and swollen as he carefully aligned his cock and drew her down onto his lap.

Her head dropped back against his shoulder as she sat suspended over his cock.

“I can’t wait to bury my cock in your ass,” he whispered. “Can’t wait to tunnel it deep in that tight little channel. Can’t wait to hear you scream my name as you come apart around me.”

He pulled her hips down. “Take me, Angel. Give me your ass now.”

Her head twisted on his shoulder, her hair whipping against his face as she bore down on him. He kissed her neck, her shoulder, anything he could reach as her muscles parted under the assault and the head of his cock burst into her heat. She cried out and shuddered as he stretched her to the limit with that first inch, holding herself perfectly still, as if afraid to move.

“Steady,” he murmured, holding her hips against his as he tumbled them both forward. She caught herself on her hands and knees. His cock popped free as he pushed her shoulders to the floor and came down over her. His moan echoed hers.

He spanked her ass twice for the simple reason that it tempted him. She moaned and pushed her heated flesh against his hand. He followed the curve of her spine until he reached the nape of her neck. With steady pressure, he forced her cheek to the floor.

She lay like a supplicant before him. Open and vulnerable, her cheek cushioned on her folded arms. Her buttocks flexed as he placed his cock against her opening. With steady pressure, he forged back into her ass. Her fingers dug into the wood floor as the outer ring popped open and then snapped closed just behind the glans.

She whimpered and held still as her inner muscles flexed around him as if trying to milk him of his seed.

He leaned over her back, bracing one hand beside her shoulder, the other cupping her stomach, once again absorbing her shudders into his larger frame. “Okay?” he asked, kissing her shoulder.

Her nod was soft against his cheek. He moved his hand from her stomach and pulled both her hair and his away so he could see her face. “Good. Then I want you to just lie there and relax.” He kissed the corner of her delectable mouth. “I want you to just enjoy the feel of my cock fucking your ass. Don’t tighten up, don’t resist, just let it happen.”

He pulled out to the tip before sliding back in a little deeper. “God, you’re tight. So tight, I’m not going to last long.”

He pulled out again, shoving back harder, forging deeper. He stopped when she gasped. “Does it hurt?”

She nodded against her arms.

“Do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head, “No.”

He slid his fingers down her back, over the curve of her buttocks, to where his cock invaded her body. The fragile skin was stretched taut. “Damn, Angel, you need to relax.”

He dipped his fingers down to her pussy, gathering the juices spilling from her and brought them back to her ass, spreading them around her anus, massaging the delicate skin, holding himself still through sheer force of will while he worked on getting her to relax.

He pulled her up on her knees, staying joined, claiming a little bit more of her ass as her back pressed against his chest. He took her hand and brought it between her legs until she cupped his balls.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear as he showed her how he liked to be stroked.

“Can you feel how full they are? How much I want you?”

She nodded again on his next thrust, her hips wiggling slightly as he pushed his balls against her hand before sliding back into her ass.

“Do you want my seed, Angel?” he asked against her ear, his voice rough with the need riding him. “Do you want me to fuck this tight little ass hard and deep until I fill it full?”

Her “Yes,” was another of those whimpers of need that had his cock swelling inside her, stretching her further.

“Even if it hurts?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like the way it hurts? The way it feels?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to fuck your ass, Angel?”

“Please.” That breathless little moan rocked his control.

“Then bend over and offer it to me.”

She leaned forward slowly, her gasps as he followed her down causing him to pause and his cock to slip free. Her moan was an immediate protest.

“Shhh. I’ll give it back.” He slid his hand up her spine as she sank her shoulders to the floor, his fingertips riding the knobs of her vertebrae until he reached her neck. He opened his hand, holding her there as he pressed with small jabs into her, at first asking and then demanding that her body surrender to his.

“Push back, Mara. Take me in.”

She did. He leaned against her harder. Her muscles gave and then he popped through the tight ring to the intense heat within. Her cry echoed in the room. His moan was equally as loud. He sank his fingers into the fleshy globes of her buttocks. He held her still as he fucked her with shallow jabs intended to get her used to the feel of his cock in her. To the demands he was making. With every thrust, she parted a little more. Allowed him a little deeper. Gasped a little harder. Damn, she’d burn him alive. He brought his hand around to massage her clit while he worked his cock in and out of her channel. She held him hard within her, protesting with groans and clenching muscles when he would withdraw, relaxing and opening for him when he forged back in. She was taking half of him now. Not as easily as he would like, but eagerly, accepting his guidance, reaching for the pleasure he offered.