No one said anything to me as we packed up and got ready to head back home, but from the looks I got, everyone had definitely gotten an earful. Since no one acted annoyed, I didn't offer an apology. The only thing I'd been worried about was how the girls would behave, but they were just as cool about everything as Denise. I didn't know what kind of arrangements those three had, but I wasn't going to argue with it.
The only thing I was taking home with me was my dirty clothes, so I was ready to go before anyone else. As I put the basket in the back of my car, the twins and Denise came up to me.
“We just wanted to let you know that the three of us really enjoyed this weekend.” Denise smiled at me, her eyes dancing.
“And if you're ever in the mood for another go, just look us up,” Kristy said.
“A long weekend works too,” Misty said. She winked at me. “Have a safe trip back and maybe we'll be seeing you around.”
The trio walked off as Suzette approached. Judging by the gleam in her eyes, I was about to get an 'I told you so’.
“So...” She grinned at me. “Feeling better after your weekend away?”
I crossed my arms. “You know, little sister, you could always be the bigger person and not rub it in that you were right.”
“I could,” she admitted. “But it wouldn't be as much fun.”
I sighed. “All right, I'll say it then. You were right. I needed some time to... get my mind off of things.”
“And now?”
“Now?” I paused, thinking about everything that had happened over the past few days. “Now, I think I'm done with relationships.”
“What?” She looked surprised.
“Hooking up with those girls this weekend, seeing how easy it was for us to go our separate ways, it made me think that trying to find someone is pointless.” I ran my hand through my hair. “I'm not going to go all forever bachelor or anything like that. I still want a family, eventually, and I'm still going to be open to falling in love, but I'm through with the whole dating scene. I'm just going to end up getting hurt, and until I find a woman who's worth that risk, I'm done.”
Her face was blank as she gave me a hug and watched me get in the car. I wondered what she was thinking, but I wasn't going to ask. I wasn't sure I was ready to hear her thoughts. What I was ready to do was move on with my life. The first step was to get out of the apartment I'd shared with Lara. I didn't need to be with her to buy the house I loved. It had plenty of room for me to play until I found someone worth sharing my life with.
If I ever found her.
Dark Pleasures
Pleasure Series Book 2
By M.S. Parker
Chapter 1
The hard shaft in my mouth pulsed and throbbed as I increased suction. The hand on my head was gentle, not pushing or forcing me to take him deeper, but I felt his strong fingers flexing against my scalp and knew he was restraining himself.
My stomach tightened at the thought of restraints, but not in the panic-filled way it once had.
“Jenna, love.” The man beneath me moaned as his hips jerked. “I'm close.”
I dropped lower, allowing more of him to slide across my tongue and into my throat as I took inch by impressive inch. My hand cupped his balls, feeling them tighten as he moaned and became unraveled beneath me. He called out my name as his cum flooded my mouth. I milked him of every last drop, savoring the taste and the feel of his velvet skin. The muscles in his flat stomach twitched under my palm as he slipped from between my lips.
“That was amazing,” he breathed. He propped himself up on his elbows to look down at me.
I licked my lips and rolled onto my side, giving myself room to admire the beauty that was Rylan Archer. His dark brown hair was tousled in that messy, sexy way that made my insides heat up even more than they already were. His blue-violet eyes had darkened to near purple and were staring at me with an intensity that made me flush. Those broad shoulders and firm, muscled chest. Flat abs and a narrow waist. The v-grooves that I'd just spent time licking as I made my way down to his cock. His body was amazing, but it paled in comparison to who he actually was. That, I was still trying to wrap my head around.
We'd spent the past two days together, rarely leaving the bedroom. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate. We'd spent the first night in his bedroom, then alternated our time between his playroom and the kitchen, though only some of our time in the latter was spent eating. I'd never be able to walk into that particular room and not think about how Rylan had laid me down on the table and fucked me until I'd come hard enough to see stars, or put me on the counter and gone down on me for twenty minutes. Now, it was Sunday night and I was having to face the fact that we would have to go back to reality in the morning.
“You're really testing my stamina this weekend.” Rylan smiled down at me. A wicked gleam appeared in his eyes. “I'm going to need some recovery time.”
Pleasurable things squirmed in my stomach at that look. I'd always been the kind of person who'd enjoyed sex a bit rougher than a lot of people liked, but I'd always been the one in control. Rylan was the first person I'd ever trusted to dominate me.
I got up on my knees, loving the way his gaze was drawn to my body, but always returned to meet my eyes. I'd never considered myself self-conscious about my body, but after experiencing the way Rylan worshipped it, I didn't know how I'd ever accepted anything less. I knew most men liked the way I was built. Average height, athletic build with breasts just a bit above average size. Decently long legs for my height. Some guys liked the multiple piercings in my ears, the eyebrow ring and the bellybutton piercing. More liked my multiple tattoos, even if they didn't understand the meaning. None of them liked my scars, but they were usually too concerned with getting off to worry about them. Rylan didn't like the scars, but that was because he knew the truth behind them, the pain that had caused them. He didn't hide from them though.
My heart constricted with the strength of the emotion I had for this man. I'd never let anyone close to me, never loved anyone, until him.
He reached out and ran his fingers through my bright blue hair. I loved that he never asked me to change it, to try to look like the kind of woman people expected a rich, powerful man like him to be with. After everything that had happened last week, he understood why I dyed my hair and he accepted it, along with everything else about me.
“I want to do something.” His voice was quiet, but I heard the undercurrent of authority that he always took on when he wanted to be Dominant with a capital “D.” Not just in charge, but into the bdsm world he'd slowly introduced me to.
“Okay.” Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. Just two days ago, I'd told Rylan that I trusted him and that I loved him. And I did. No matter what he said now, he would never pressure me to do anything that made me uncomfortable.
“I want to restrain you again.”
I felt the ghost of his hands on my wrists. I hadn't just let him hold my wrists down. I'd asked him to. An exercise of trust, I'd thought at the time. I'd never anticipated how much I'd actually enjoy it.
“But I want to tie your hands this time.” He cupped my chin, running his thumb along my bottom lip. “Will you let me do that?”
Memories tried to push forward, to make me panic, but I met his eyes and let the warmth and safety he provided chase the darkness away. “I will.”
“You remember your safe words?” he asked, his expression serious.
Yet another reason I loved him. No matter how much he wanted something or how turned on he was, he always made sure I was okay and prepared. He'd been that way even before he'd learned what had happened to me. He'd explained that being a Dom meant caring for his partner and he'd certainly proven that to be the case.
“I do,” I said. I leaned forward so that my breast brushed against his arm. My nipples were already hard and aching. Every inch of me was sensitive after so much attention, but each touch was nothing but pure pleasure.
“Lie back on the bed.” He stood and went to one of his many chests of drawers.
By the time I finished stretching out, he was back with two strips of cloth. He picked up my left arm and held my wrist in his hands.
“I'm going to keep this very loose,” he said. “It'll be easy for you to slip out of. I want you to hold on to it, but if you need to get loose, all you have to do is let go and pull your hand right out.”
He proceeded to loop the cloth around my wrist, leaving plenty of room for me to free myself. The other end, he tied more tightly to the bedpost. He positioned my hand so that my fingers were wrapped around the soft material.
“You can pull and it won't come untied,” he said. “Let go, and you're free.” His eyes met mine. “Are you okay?”
I nodded. I understood what he'd done and knew that this was more the illusion of restraint rather than the actual thing. I trusted him not to hurt me, but my body and mind still had those triggers that I couldn't always control. I took slow, steady breaths as he repeated the same procedure on my right hand, moving with deliberate care and giving me plenty of time to use the safe words we'd established to let him know to slow down or stop. When he finished, he looked down at me again. I gave him a small smile. I was nervous as hell, but it was as much anticipation as anything else.
He climbed back onto the bed and settled on his knees between my legs. His fingers moved over my thighs, barely touching my skin.
“I'm going to do something I mentioned once before.” His hands slid around to the insides of my thighs. “I'm going to use my fingers and mouth on you.” His index finger ghosted over my slit and I shivered in response. “But I'm not going to let you come, not until I'm buried deep inside you.” He smiled at me. “And since you were kind enough to take care of me just a couple minutes ago, I'm pretty sure I'll be able to wait a while.”
Shit.
I'd had plenty of people not care if I got off, but I'd never let anyone be in control of whether or not I climaxed. It was one of the many reasons I'd always made sure I was in control.
I watched as he stretched out between my legs, unable to stop myself from appreciating the beauty of the intricate ink that covered his back. I didn't know if there was a story behind the Celtic cross that ran the length of his spine and across his shoulders, only that I'd spent more than a few hours this weekend tracing every line with my fingers and mouth.
“You're so beautiful,” Rylan said as he pressed his lips against my inner thigh.
There was already a mark there from some time yesterday. I wasn't sure when he'd done it. He gently sucked on the same spot, sending new ripples of pleasure through me. He hadn't even gotten started and I already knew this would be the most exquisite torture.
He moved slowly, taking his time as he worked his tongue and lips over my sensitive skin, making his way to the place I wanted him most. I'd already been wet from going down on him, but by the time he reached my pussy, I was soaked. He used his fingers to spread me open and ran the flat of his tongue all the way up. I moaned at the sensation, the sound turning into a gasp as he dipped his tongue into me, lapping up the copious amount of juices from my arousal. When he moved up to my clit, I cried out, my hips bucking up against him.
I glared down at him as he pulled back and he smiled at me.
“Are you ready?” he asked. He flicked out his tongue, barely touching the tip of my clit. “Because this is going to get intense.”
I wrapped my fingers around my restraints and nodded. My stomach was tight, unsure what this would be like. But it was Rylan and I trusted him to take care of me.
He wrapped his lips around my clit and began to suck, sending pleasure coursing through me. My eyes closed and I marveled at how easy it was now to close my eyes with him. I knew the hands running along my thighs, knew the mouth causing me so much pleasure. I tried to move closer and he held me back.
I felt the pressure building inside me as he expertly drove me towards the brink. I pulled on the restraints, feeling them slip on my wrist enough to keep any panic tucked away. I wanted to dig my fingers into his hair, press his face against me...
Just as I was about to tip over the edge, he stopped. I groaned in frustration and opened my eyes. His fingers were stroking my stomach, teasing over my bellybutton ring. Christophe had made me take off all of my jewelry before he'd tried...I pushed the thought away. Yesterday, Rylan had called in a favor with the local cops and one of them had let Rylan's driver get my jewelry when he came for the car so I didn't have to worry about the piercings growing over.
Rylan's teeth nipped at the inside of my thigh. “Didn't think I'd need to worry about keeping your attention.”
I managed a smile, but didn't say what I'd been thinking about, and he didn't ask. He knew how much I'd been through in the past couple days, so he probably guessed. I doubted he would've pressed the issue anyway. He pushed my limits, but always accepted my 'no' as final.
“Guess that means I'm just going to have to work harder.”
He kissed his way up my body, the feel of his skin sliding over mine sending heat radiating out from where we touched. Even as he began to lavish attention on my breasts, his fingers slid between my folds. His thumb brushed against my clit and my body tensed, desperate for more. Instead, he slipped a finger inside me and I moaned. Then his mouth covered my nipple and the moan became something more. My back arched as he sucked on the sensitive flesh, timing each pull of his mouth with the thrust of his finger. Pinpricks of pain went down my arms as I tugged on the material holding me back.
I felt it. So close. I ground my hips against his hand, needing that last little bit of friction to get me there.
And he stopped.
“Fuck!” I shouted in frustration.
“Just two times and you're already swearing?” He sounded amused.