‘I can’t help it.’
‘Oh yes you can.’
I open my eyes to find him staring down at me, stern and tender all at once. His finger finds exactly the right spot and my muscles come alive.
‘This is about intimacy, Maya. Feeling ashamed of nothing. Knowing what turns us on and why, what we like to give and receive, where we shouldn’t go.’ The finger continues to move, creating a bundle of heat just behind my clitoris. ‘This is about knowing each other like no one’s ever known us before, creating a bond so tight, no one can ever break it.’
‘Well, if that’s the case,’ I manage to breathe, fired up by his words. ‘I want your fingers inside my … oh.’ I’m temporarily halted by a ripple. ‘My vagina,’ I rasp. ‘Right inside it … and your thumb on my clitoris … and I want you to suck my nipples while you’re doing it.’
He smiles broadly.
‘There, it’s not so difficult, is it?’
His fingers enter me. One, then two, then three. He pushes deeper, rubbing against the underside of my clit and dispatching fireworks through every single nerve ending. At the same time, his thumb works at the outside. The fingers move, changing position slightly, finding another super-sensitive spot and bringing me right to the edge. And all the time, he watches me, gauging my state, stopping as I begin to quake inside.
‘Oh no,’ I whimper.
‘Oh yes.’ He begins again. ‘Let’s drag this out. So, that’s the fingers inside the vagina and the thumb on the clitoris. What was the other thing?’ A glimmer passes through his eyes. His lips twitch with mischief. ‘Oh, I remember.’
Still working at my clit, he takes my left nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking. And before long, I’m quaking again. He’s giving me pleasure … pure pleasure. ‘But how much?’ my brain screams. ‘Because you know what this man’s capable of. He can pleasure you to death if that’s what he’s in the mood for.’ And judging by the way he’s trailing his tongue around my nipple right now, I’d say that’s exactly what’s going on. I have no idea how long it carries on, the fingers and thumb thrumming down below, his lips and tongue working at my nipple, but before long, I’m on the verge of becoming a sexual fruitcake.
‘Bite,’ I groan.
He comes to a halt, fingers still inside me, and raises his face to mine. Readjusting his position slightly, he brings his right palm to the back of my head and his left leg over mine.
‘No.’
‘But it’s what I want.’
‘And it’s exactly where we shouldn’t go.’ He gazes at me, silently urging me to remember the night with the cross. ‘Not now.’
Not now? But, does that mean not ever? I open my mouth to ask but he claims it before I can say a word, kissing me deeply for an age while he goes back to working at my clit.
‘I give you an inch and you take a mile. I’m taking over again. I don’t want you getting too big for your boots.’
‘Controlling bastard.’
‘Got me in one.’ He brushes his lips across mine. ‘A controlling bastard who’s currently controlling you.’ To make his point, he presses his leg against mine and tightens his fingers against my head. ‘Keep those arms exactly where they are. I think it’s time I allowed you an orgasm.’
‘Thank bloody Christ,’ I half shout.
He shakes his head, admonishing me.
‘No noise, no movement, no distraction. I want you to soak up the sensation. Understand?’
I nod, my mouth clamped firmly shut.
‘And I want your eyes on mine. Don’t close them. Don’t look away.’
I nod again.
Holding me in place, he picks up the rhythm down below. A ball of warmth rises quickly in my groin. It expands, shimmers, pulsates … and then implodes. My muscles clutch at his fingers. A wave of ecstasy thrusts to the top of my vagina, and beyond. I jitter and judder beneath him, reach up and run my right hand across his shoulders, his biceps … and then, quite inexplicably, I howl.
‘I’m sorry,’ I pant when I’ve finished. ‘I couldn’t help it. I just couldn’t.’
‘You’re forgiven,’ he laughs. ‘I’ve never heard anything quite like that.’
‘But I broke the rules. Big style.’ A delicious idea occurs to me. ‘I’d say that deserves a spanking.’
And that does it. A surge of adrenalin shows up at the party. But it doesn’t stay long. He shakes his head again.
‘No.’
‘Oh, why not?’
‘Because I say so.’
‘But …’
‘Shush.’ He puts a finger to my lips. ‘You’ve got a memory like a sieve. Who’s in charge here?’
‘You are. But only in the bedroom.’
‘And wherever else I decide to fuck you senseless.’
‘But …’
‘Any more arguments and I’ll indulge in some serious torture. And not the painful type either. You wouldn’t enjoy it. If I were you, I’d just do as you’re told.’
Leaving me to quake a little more, he repositions himself again, this time parting my legs and kneeling between them. He smooths both palms across my stomach, down to my thighs, stopping at the tips of the stockings.
‘I love these stockings. Silk?’
‘Of course. I’ve gone up in the world.’
He unclips the right stocking, patiently unrolling it, trailing his fingers across my skin and kissing the insides of my thighs. When he’s removed the stocking, he moves to my left leg, doing exactly the same. Finally, unfastening the suspender belt, he casts it to the floor but keeps the stockings on the bed. And then he straddles me again.
I gaze up into a pair of glistening blue eyes.
‘Are you going to fuck me now?’ I grin.
‘When I’m good and ready,’ he grins back, retrieving the first stocking and dangling
