Claiming Her Heart (8 page)

Erin nodded, her nipples drawing tight against the thin fabric of her shirt. Just the sound of Blake’s voice, so deep it vibrated against her skin, was enough to turn her on. The electricity that never failed to make an appearance when they were together arced between them, making her breath come faster and her hands itch.

She wanted to feel him, to run her fingers over the bulge in his leather pants, to feel his sex growing hotter, harder under her touch.

“Come here,” Blake said, his voice husky. “I want you to do something for me before we start.”

Erin circled to his side of the bench, turning her back on the lounge, which helped her concentrate on Blake and only Blake. From this position, she could be any blond woman; Scott would never guess her identity simply from seeing her from behind. She hadn’t been to a club in years, since before she was pregnant with Abby, and he certainly wouldn’t be expecting her at a VIP event.

“Kneel,” Blake said, inclining his head.

She obeyed, a thrill of desire sweeping over her skin as her knees hit the floor in front of Blake. It had been so long since she’d knelt in front of a man and meant the act of submission with every bone in her body. Scott had demanded she meet him at the door every day on her knees when he got home from work, but her heart hadn’t been in it, especially not the last couple of years.

But with Blake, it was like her entire being lit up from the inside. Blinding need, hot and thick, consumed her in a suffocating rush. Her skin suddenly felt too small and the aching inside of her too big. Her pussy clamped down around its own emptiness, her nipples puckered so tightly they began to sting, and suddenly her mind flooded with images of what it would be like to meet
this
man at the door every night.

Just imagining it made her breathless.

“Do you like kneeling for me?” he asked, the tone of his voice making it clear he already knew the answer.

“Yes, sir,” she said, marveling at how right it felt to call him “sir.”

It was amazing how easily they transitioned from the easy banter of old friends to the world of the Dom and his obedient sub. It made her long even more fiercely for the chance to find out if their relationship could have lasted for the long haul.

“Does it make your pussy wet?” he asked, bringing her mind back to more pleasurable things. She didn’t want to think about their inevitable separation.

From now on, she was focusing on enjoying the present.

She sucked in a deep breath and let it out, allowing her mind to clear as she did so. “Yes, sir.”

“Show me,” he said, in a whisper so soft only she could hear. “Touch yourself.”

Hand trembling with excitement, Erin slid her fingers down the front of her shorts, inside her panties. She had only the tiniest tuft of hair left on her mound after shaving in the shower, but the feel of that coarse fuzz against her fingers was unbearably arousing. Touching those neatly trimmed hairs meant she was only a few centimeters away from where she was already dripping with need for Blake.

She moaned as her fingertips eased past her clit, throwing her head back, feeling her hair brush her neck as she tipped her face toward the ceiling. Now Blake would be able to see what it did to her, see how hot it made her to touch herself while he watched.

Erin dipped first one finger and then two into the cream between her legs, slowly fucking herself with her hand, amazed at how close she was to orgasm. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so aroused, even during the time she’d spent with Blake in his cabin. She was hyperaware of every inch of her sensitive flesh, of Blake standing over her, of the couple a few feet away and the eager noises the female sub made as her partner tied her to the St Andrew’s cross on the wall.

“Open your eyes.”

She did, meeting Blake’s with another moan. Just looking at him was nearly enough to make her come, right then. The heat in his gaze sent a shock of electricity zinging into nerve endings she hadn’t even known she possessed. Her hand moved faster of its own accord, coaxing more heat from her body until her fingers were coated with her own arousal and her muscles trembled from being so near the edge of release.

But she knew Blake wouldn’t let her tumble over. He was too good at this to let her find release so quickly.

“Stop,” he said in a ragged voice. “Show me your hand.”

Without a beat of hesitation, she pulled her fingers from her pussy and held them up in the air in front of her. Blake gripped her wrist, steadying her, then leaned down and sucked both fingers into his mouth, moaning in approval.

Erin watched him clean every inch of her damp flesh, captivated by the profound pleasure so evident on his face. The man genuinely loved the flavor of her body. It wasn’t a declaration of love, but it still made her throat tight with emotion to watch him taste her so thoroughly before he pulled her fingers from his mouth.

Blake made every part of her feel beautiful, desired—inside and out. When he looked at her with such obvious adoration, she felt like she could do anything,
would
do anything he asked to make sure the light in his eyes never faded. It might have been frightening if they were planning a future together—knowing she was so eager to obey Blake’s every command.

But they only had tonight, and all she felt was ready.

So, so ready.

“Now you’re ready.” Blake echoed her thoughts. “Get up on the bench, hands down at the end with the cuffs.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Erin

Adrenaline dumped into Erin’s system as she climbed up on the bench, straddling the padded middle and positioning her knees on either side.

The second her ass was in the air and her wrists positioned down where Blake waited with the gold handcuffs, her mind began to soften, her awareness narrowing to the man cuffing her in place.

The familiar buzz of excitement and relaxation, anticipation and contentment, pulsed through her veins, making her feel more intoxicated than an entire bottle of the brandy they’d sipped at the bar could have ever accomplished. By the time Blake finished with her hands and smoothed one large, warm hand down her back, all the way to her rump, she was beyond rational thought, nothing but a bundle of nerves ready to respond.

“You may speak when asked a direct question,” Blake said as he arranged her clothing with slow, deliberate movements.

First he tugged both sides of the loose-fitting satin shorts up, exposing the cheeks of her ass to the cool air, making the fabric between her legs pull tight against her clit. It was just enough stimulation to make her gasp and tremble, wishing it were Blake’s fingers rubbing against her instead.

“Do you like having your ass bared for me?”

“Yes, sir.” Erin sighed in pure pleasure. “So much.”

“What about your tits? Would you like me to see them? To touch them?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, the words turning to a moan as Blake’s hands moved to her chemise, pulling at the neckline until her breasts sprung free. Her hypersensitive nipples brushing against the fabric was enough to send a fresh bolt of desire surging between her legs.

“I love these tits. I love how your nipples feel in my mouth.” He captured one nipple in his hand as he spoke, plucking and tugging until Erin’s breath came in little pants and needy sounds issued from the back of her throat. “I love to suck them while you ride my cock. Do you like that?”

Blake transferred his attentions to her other breast, pinching and rolling.

Frissons of excitement shot between her legs, making her voice shake when she finally managed to speak. “Yes, sir. I want you inside of me. Please.”

“I’m not going to change my mind, Erin. We agreed on the terms of engagement before we left the hotel,” he said, both hands busy with her nipples, making her head spin and things low in her body twist and ache.

“Please, Blake,” she begged, certain she would lose her mind if she didn’t feel him filling every inch of the horrible emptiness between her legs. “Please, fuck me. Please, I—”

“No. And you should know better than to ask.” His fingers abandoned her breasts, making her moan with a mixture of disappointment and relief. She couldn’t have taken much more without losing her mind from want, but she still felt the absence of his touch like a physical blow. “I’m disappointed.”

“I wasn’t asking, I was begging,” Erin said, doing her best to explain herself. “Blake, please, I—”

“You were only supposed to speak when answering a direct question.” Blake tucked her breasts back into her shirt. Seconds later he was circling around behind her, headed toward the selection of paddles and whips on the wall. “So I can only assume you want to be punished.”

Excitement rushed across her skin, sharp and electric.

God. Yes. This was so perfect. This was exactly how she’d always dreamed a scene could be, each moment flowing into the next almost like they were working from a script.

She should have known Blake wasn’t the kind to go straight to the paddle without any buildup. He needed a reason to spank her and he knew she needed it, too. He dominated the way he made love, with just the perfect amount of foreplay and a commitment to the business at hand that made her skin feel like it was going to melt clean off her bones.

“Tilt your hips, show me my ass,” he commanded.

Erin obeyed, arching her back, revealing as much of her bottom as she could while still wearing her shorts.

“Beautiful,” he said reverently. “You have a gorgeous ass.”

His hand descended a second later, smacking her bare bottom with enough force to make Erin gasp and her body come alive. Just the sound of skin making sharp contact with skin was an aphrodisiac.

“I was going to use one of the paddles, but I think my hand is better, don’t you think?” he asked, punctuating his words with stinging slaps to both mounds of her ass. The pain accentuated her pleasure, intensifying the drunken feeling spinning through her head.

“Yes. Sir.” Erin’s eyes slid closed and a shudder of bliss shook her body. “More, sir.”

“Don’t speak unless answering a question, sweetness.” He intensified his efforts, his hand falling faster, harder, making her cry out and a wild laugh escape her lips. She was so wet and getting wetter by the second.

She couldn’t remember ever feeling so high after only a few minutes in restraints. It made her wonder what undiscovered territory she and Blake might find if they had hours to play, if they worked their way through the rooms of equipment, until they were both so unbearably aroused Blake couldn’t resist fucking her against the wall.

“This is making you wet, beautiful. Isn’t it?” Blake asked, his voice caressing her sensitized flesh.

“Why don’t you see for yourself, sir?”

“You want my fingers in your pussy?” He slapped her again, and again, until her already reddened ass burned.

But it was a sweet heat, driving her excitement to a place where pain and pleasure fused into one all-consuming need. The need to feel
him
touching her, owning her, punishing her, and blessing her all at the same time, until her entire body trembled with excitement.

“Yes, sir. Yes, please!” Her words ended in a cry as Blake tugged aside the scrap of fabric covering her sex and shoved his fingers inside her.

He set a punishing rhythm, driving in and out with first two fingers and then three, never ceasing his work on her stinging cheeks. Low, almost guttural sounds filled the air, but it took several seconds for Erin to realize they were coming from her own mouth. And even when she did, she couldn’t bring herself to care. Blake brought out the animal in her, the sexual creature who knew no shame when she was so close to satisfaction.

“Come for me, beautiful,” he commanded. “Come on my fingers. I want to feel my pussy tight on my hand.”

“Blake!” She cried his name as she came and light and color flashed behind her tightly closed eyes.

The orgasm hit hard and fast, tightening her womb until it felt as if the bliss might break her. Her entire body felt like it was coming, every inch of her skin on fire, every nerve ending sending messages of ecstasy rocketing up her spinal cord, overloading her brain, making her scream.

She felt as if she’d been plunged into freezing water, the shock of the moment was so intense.

“Yes, God, yes.” Blake’s soft words of approval were the first thing she heard as the ringing in her ears subsided.

It felt as if she’d been in the grips of the fierce pleasure he’d given her for hours. She’d lost time somewhere between when he’d told her to come and the moment she drifted down to earth, coming to her senses enough to realize his fingers still played in and out of her slickness. It was a pleasure blackout, induced solely from the skill of the man who worked her body and mind, no controlled substances required.

She’d heard about this kind of thing, but never experienced the phenomenon, never known how elated and terrified it could make you feel.

She’d truly been out of her mind, totally dependent on her Dom to care for her while she explored the boundaries of how much pleasure one body could take. But no matter how scary it was to be so vulnerable, especially in a public place, Erin knew she was going to crave the experience again.